It’s normal to have skills in Wangwang, right?

Chapter 408 'Wall Slam'

After having lunch at a restaurant near Karlsplatz that featured a solo theatrical performance, Liu Lingyin felt an urgent need for a walk to digest her food and the somewhat exaggerated theatrical experience she had just had.

“I think we really need to go out for a walk after we’ve eaten,” she told Falitas.

The German youth nodded almost immediately. He really couldn't stand the unusually intense gazes he was receiving. Even though those gazes weren't directed at him, his very position made him feel extremely uncomfortable. He quickly stood up, grabbed his backpack, and moved as if fleeing the scene.

Although the focus of the theatrical performance at the dining table was mostly on the French "actor" named Camus, Falitas, who was in the same direction, also received a lot of attention.

Simply put, Falitas is a bit socially awkward. Except online or in front of certain people, when he behaves like a normal young man, he prefers to maintain a taciturn and aloof image.

The reason he could be so familiar with Liu Lingyin was obviously because they had known each other for a long time and chatted about common topics online. Besides, Liu Lingyin's eyes were very clear, and he felt very comfortable with her, which made him relax without realizing it. He couldn't maintain a cool and aloof image.

But now, in public places and under the scrutiny of strangers, Faritas's social protective shell has been activated again.

"Let's go, I'll take you to the pedestrian street." His voice was more concise than usual, carrying an urgency to leave.

The pedestrian street in Karlsplatz was bustling in the afternoon sun. The huge circular fountain shimmered in the sunlight, its water droplets refracting rainbow-like luster. Streets extending from the square connected important city landmarks, lined with shops and teeming with tourists.

Liu Lingyin's attention was quickly drawn to the dazzling array of souvenirs. She stopped in front of a shop window displaying exquisite traditional Bavarian handicrafts: hand-carved nutcrackers, painted Easter eggs, beautiful beer mugs, and various refrigerator magnets shaped like Munich landmarks.

“This is nice.” She picked up a small ornament modeled after the new city hall. “It’s for Allen.”

Faritas stood outside the shop, hands in his pockets, his short, silver-gray hair standing out strikingly in the sunlight. A young woman passing by cast an admiring glance at him, and he immediately turned slightly to avoid eye contact.

When Liu Lingyin came out after shopping, she saw Faritas looking into the distance, pretending to study the architectural details.

"Sorry to keep you waiting," she said with a smile. "But since we're already here, we should at least take some souvenirs home."

Faritas took the shopping bag and said briefly, "It's alright. Let's keep going."

From Karlsplatz to the Basilica of Our Lady, a mere few hundred meters long, Liu Lingyin stopped no less than ten times. She went into almost every shop—the traditional Pinocchio puppet shop, the German spices in the spice shop, the colorful licorice candies in the candy shop, and a small shop specializing in Alpine souvenirs—buying whatever caught her eye.

Faritas started with one tote bag, then progressed to carrying three or four bags in each hand, and eventually even had a small bag hanging from the strap of the tennis bag slung over her shoulder. He followed silently, occasionally offering brief comments when Liu Lingyin asked, "How's this?", but most of the time he simply acted as her mobile shelving unit.

Liu Lingyin's hands weren't idle either—she bought several German snacks recommended by Faritas: freshly baked pretzels, fried apple rings coated in powdered sugar, and a small box of delicate chocolates. She ate as she walked, occasionally offering a piece to Faritas to share.

"Aren't you tired?" Faritas finally couldn't help but ask. He remembered that not long ago in the English Garden, this girl had complained of being tired after cycling for twenty minutes, but now she had walked for almost an hour, carrying things and eating snacks, yet she was still full of energy.

“Shopping and exercising are two different things,” Liu Lingyin said confidently, taking a bite of an apple ring. “Shopping is fun, cycling is exercise. Fun doesn’t have to be tiring.”

Faritas was speechless.

By the time they finally arrived at the iconic onion-shaped twin towers of the Church of Our Lady, Falitas's hands were already full of shopping bags.

He breathed a sigh of relief—he couldn't possibly shop in the church anymore, could he?

“This is one of Munich’s landmarks,” Falitas said, regaining some of his tour guide mode as he pointed to the towering clock tower. “Besides St. Peter’s Church, it’s the tallest building in the city. From the clock tower, you can not only overlook the whole of Munich, but also see the Alps.”

"Can we see the Alps?" Liu Lingyin's eyes lit up.

Falitas nodded confidently and said, "Yes, you can see it from the south window. The view of Munich from that point is more beautiful than from St. Peter's Church."

This assessment convinced Liu Lingyin. The two decided to climb to the top—luckily, the clock tower had an elevator, otherwise, carrying so many shopping bags up the stairs, Liu Lingyin might have had to reconsider her suggestion for the view.

The elevator slowly ascended, and through the glass, the city view gradually unfolded. When we arrived at the observation deck, the afternoon sun was shining obliquely in from the west, bathing the entire interior of the clock tower in a warm golden hue.

Then, Liu Lingyin saw that bright platinum gold color again.

By the window on the east side of the observation deck, a figure stood with his back to them. The person had beautiful platinum blonde curly hair that almost seemed to glow in the sunlight. He wore a well-tailored beige casual tracksuit, and his posture was upright. Even just seeing his back, one could sense a certain extraordinary aura.

But what truly caught Liu Lingyin's attention was his actions.

The man carefully placed a tennis racket bag on the windowsill, unzipped it, and took out a professional racket that looked expensive. He didn't hold the racket in his hand, but solemnly leaned it against the windowpane, adjusting the angle as if he were displaying a work of art.

Then, he did something that left Liu Lingyin speechless—he braced himself against the wall next to his racket with one hand, leaned forward slightly, and formed a standard "wall slam" pose.

However, the object being pinned against the wall was a tennis racket.

He spoke in a tender tone, his French accent elegant as if reciting poetry, “My dear! Standing here, overlooking this beautiful city, I suddenly understand something.”

Liu Lingyin and Faritas stood frozen in place, forgetting to put down their shopping bags.

There were other tourists around; some stopped out of curiosity, while others took out their phones.

The handsome man with platinum blond hair covered his chest with his right hand over his heart and continued to speak affectionately to his racket: "From the time we met in that sporting goods store in Paris until now, we've been through so much together—the clay of Roland Garros, the grass of Wimbledon, the scorching sun of Melbourne, the hustle and bustle of New York... You've always been by my side, giving me the perfect response when I needed it most."

His voice wasn't loud, but it was clearly audible on the quiet observation deck.

Faritas remained expressionless. Liu Lingyin stared in disbelief.

No way! Not again?

"Today, at the highest point of this German city, between the sky and the earth, I want to ask you—" The man paused, took out a small box from his pocket, opened it, and inside was a sparkling...ring?

The ring has a unique design; instead of a gemstone, it features a miniature tennis ball surrounded by a ring of small diamonds.

"My dear, will you be with me forever? Not just as a racket and a player, but as a soulmate, an inseparable part of my tennis career?" His voice was full of sincerity. "I promise to carefully and gently wipe you down after every match, to never let you get wet in the rain or be exposed to the scorching sun. Will you... marry me?"

Liu Lingyin's jaw almost dropped.

That whispered lover’s words, that affectionate expression, that impromptu performance full of emotion—this is an upgraded version!

To her even greater surprise, applause erupted from the crowd.

A middle-aged couple, who appeared to be French tourists, clapped and said in French, "How romantic!"

"This is French love!"

"Young man, I wish you and your loved one happiness!"

An elderly German man shook his head with a smile and said to his wife beside him, "Look, even the French make their marriage proposals so dramatic."

Liu Lingyin recognized the striking platinum-blonde-haired handsome young man at a glance. Although she couldn't remember his full name, she could still recall the simpler one, Camus. A French tennis player, nicknamed "The Revolutionary," who proposed after pinning his racket against the wall.

Surprisingly, there was applause and whistles of support from the audience.

Are all the characters in the world of Prince of Tennis this eccentric?

Faritas pursed his lips, his face turning expressionless again, and whispered to Liu Lingyin, "Shall we... go see the scenery on the other side?"

But it was too late. Leopold noticed them, or rather, he noticed the tennis bag on Falitas' shoulder.

"Ah, isn't this QP from Germany!" He walked over gracefully, his platinum blonde hair fluttering in the wind. "Are you here with your partner to enjoy the scenery too?"

Liu Lingyin: QP? Falitas?

Faritas, or rather QP, said expressionlessly, "No, I'm just sightseeing with a friend."

“What a pity.” Leopold’s gaze shifted to Liu Lingyin, her deep blue eyes like the summer waters of the Mediterranean. “And who is this beautiful lady?”

"Liu Lingyin." Liu Lingyin introduced herself, trying her best to make her expression look natural.

“Liu Lingyin! What a beautiful name.” Leopold gave an elegant bow. “Leopold Camus Don Charpentier, just call me Camus. Beautiful lady, you have witnessed my love for my beloved; it is fate.”

Liu Lingyin blinked: "Congratulations...?"

"Thank you!" Camus smiled broadly and glanced affectionately at the racket by the window.

QP cleared his throat: "We should go see the scenery."

“Of course, of course, I won’t disturb you two.” Camus stepped aside.

Before Liu Lingyin could answer, Faritas had already pulled her away to the other side.

Faritas breathed a sigh of relief once he reached the west side of the observation deck and was far away from the dramatic scene.

"Do you know him?" Liu Lingyin asked curiously.

"The 'revolutionary' of French tennis, who doesn't know him?" Falitas said with a complicated tone. "He's known for his unconventional playing style on the court, and off the court... you've seen it too."

"Does he do this often?"

"I heard he proposes to me by 'wall-slamming' his racket every time, the kind that's really passionate," Faritas paused. "But this is the first time I've seen it live."

Liu Lingyin couldn't help but smile. She leaned against the window, overlooking the panoramic view of Munich—red rooftops, winding rivers, distant green spaces, and the faint outline of mountains in the distance. The sunlight was warm, and a gentle breeze caressed her face.

"Actually... that person is quite capable," she said softly.

Faritas glanced at her, speechless: "Only you would think that way."

"Don't you think it takes a lot of confidence for someone to be able to perform impromptu without caring about what others think? Don't you think his courage is commendable?"

You mean to say someone is shameless, right?

"Then tell me, isn't this alone something to be admired?"

Falitas couldn't refute this: "Hmm!"

"What's QP all about?" Liu Lingyin asked curiously.

“My name is a simplified version of the English pronunciation,” Faritas explained simply.

"Oh!"

They stayed on the clock tower for half an hour, enjoying the scenery from different angles. Liu Lingyin took many photos, while Faritas quietly observed the city, occasionally pointing out a landmark.

When they went downstairs, the two of them even took the same elevator as Camus.

After descending from the bell tower of the Church of Our Lady, the afternoon sun was still bright. Liu Lingyin suggested exploring the surrounding area further, and although Faritas was still carrying quite a few shopping bags, he nodded in agreement—he seemed to have accepted his fate of being a porter today.

At the stroke of the hour in Marienplatz, the puppet show on the clock tower of the New Town Hall attracted many tourists. Thirty-two life-sized puppets turned in unison to the chimes, depicting a scene from a 16th-century wedding celebration. Liu Lingyin looked up at the performance, while Falitas stood beside her, softly explaining its historical origins.

“Munich experienced a plague outbreak in 1517 that claimed thousands of lives. This puppet show was created to commemorate that history and to celebrate its subsequent rebirth,” said Falitas, his silver-gray hair gleaming softly in the sunlight. “It has been going on three times a day for over a hundred years.”

Looking at the exquisite puppets, Liu Lingyin felt the profound historical heritage of the city. She took out her phone and snapped a few photos, intending to share them with Tezuka—he would probably appreciate this mechanical art with its precision down to every detail.

After leaving the square, they toured the interior of the new town hall. The Gothic architecture, exquisite sculptures, and stained-glass windows once again impressed Liu Lingyin with the meticulousness and magnificence of German architecture. Falitas was truly knowledgeable; he could recount the stories behind many details, practically a living encyclopedia like Liu Lian'er.

"Are you really not considering becoming a tour guide?" Liu Lingyin asked jokingly.

Faritas shook his head slightly: "I only bring friends. Too many strangers... I'm not used to it."

Liu Lingyin nodded in understanding, but felt a little regretful in her heart—Falitas's gentle explanation style and love for the city were actually very suitable to be shared with more people.