I studied abroad in modern times

Huang Yu opened his mouth slightly, watching Zheng Fa's back as he left with Butler Wu.

He couldn't tell what he felt in his heart.

He remembered what he had just said:

"Maybe he is a little better than you..."

"You are not worse than him..."

I just said this to comfort him.

Can you really be no worse than him?

The feeling of "we are in the same group" in his heart just now disappeared, and he even felt that the jealousy brought to him by his "new friend" was stronger than before.

Compared to his inexplicable thoughts, the feelings of others were simpler: Who is this person?

Everyone had expected Gao Yuan to be called away.

Han Cheng was not without background. He was one of the three students, but he was more dull, so he was not so eye-catching among the three.

But Zheng Fa...

"Where did Zheng Fa come from? Does anyone know him?"

"I remember he seemed to be sitting in the corner all the time."

"I have an impression. He looks ordinary and his family is not well off. I thought he was here to make up the numbers, but I didn't expect..."

But there were also a few people who saw the way Huang Yu and Zheng Fa talked just now.

"Brother Huang, are you familiar with Brother Zheng?"

Huang Yu looked at the person who asked him the question. He was one of the people who had been around Gao Yuan before.

He remembered more clearly when he said "I didn't bring any money".

The undisguised sarcasm in this person's expression.

Looking at the enthusiastic smile on the visitor's face at this moment, Huang Yu felt a little strange.

"I...I came here with him. Well, his family conditions should not be very good. They are even poorer than mine."

"A noble son comes from a poor family," he thought. Not only did the other party not show his previous contempt, but he praised sincerely: "Brother Zheng is really extraordinary."

No, where is your previous face of despising the poor and loving the rich?

Huang Yu felt that he was greatly discriminated against.

"Brother Huang, it's not that I'm changing fast." As if he noticed his depression, the man pointed at his silk clothes: "Before, we were both clinging to the thigh, and the thigh was only one. I have money, you don't have money, so I will naturally kick you out."

This remark was so frank that it was almost explicit, and it actually had a different kind of sincerity.

"But it's different now, Brother Huang, Brother Zheng may also be a thigh. And you have already clung to him first."

Huang Yu felt a little bit of sudden enlightenment.

Is it true that he really cooked the right cold stove?

"Aren't there three more people?" Huang Yu thought about it and it was not right. He hadn't decided yet.

"Then it's too late!" The man looked at him as if he was a fool: "You came earlier than me, so I came to cling to you. If he gets the position of the book boy, I won't even have the qualifications to cling to you."

After saying that, the other party pointed his mouth behind him, and Huang Yu turned around and saw that there were several young men smiling at him enthusiastically.

He finally understood in his heart:

This is what happens when one person succeeds, and the whole family...

Hmm?

…

When Zheng Fa walked out of the waterside pavilion, he felt more diverse gazes.

The doubts and enthusiasm in the eyes of the young men behind him.

The scrutiny and fear in the faces of Gao Yuan and Han Cheng in front of him.

What made Zheng Fa even more confused was the coldness in the eyes of Wu Guanjia who called him out.

It seemed that he had not offended this person?

Wu Guanjia had no intention of talking to them, but just led the three people to walk quickly.

The three people did not dare to speak, and could only bury their heads and follow, and had no time to look at the scenery on the roadside.

Zheng Fa felt that they seemed to be heading towards the outer courtyard. When Wu Guanjia stopped, they had already arrived at a wide courtyard.

It was called a courtyard, but it was more like a very spacious training ground.

Half of the ground was paved with large bluestone slabs, on which were placed stone locks of different sizes and weights. The rough surface of the slabs was stepped on and reflected like water.

At the end of the slabs, there was a row of small houses, and there were several racks with weapons at the door of the small houses.

The ground without stone slabs was full of grass, and at the end of the grass was a row of vertical targets.

A big man was galloping on his horse on the grass, drawing his bow and shooting arrows while leaping and jumping.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh!

Zheng Fa didn't see clearly how many arrows he shot at once, but he heard the butler Wu beside him clapping his hands and laughing: "Master Xu is a great shooter!"

When the big man heard this, he turned his horse's head and galloped towards Zheng Fa and the others.

Dadada, Dadada.

The sound of the horse's hooves hitting the bluestone slabs was getting closer and louder.

This man had no intention of slowing down, but leaned down, and actually had a charging posture.

His chin was covered with messy black beard, and he was big. When he rushed towards Zheng Fa and the other four, he was amazing.

"Whoa!"

Zheng Fa only felt the breath of the horse spraying on his face, and then the big man pulled the reins suddenly, and the horse's hooves flew into the air.

The big black hoof, which was bigger than his face, was less than three inches away from his forehead!

Han Cheng, who was beside Zheng Fa, fell backwards and cried out in pain.

The big man got off his horse and picked up Han Cheng, a little dissatisfied: "This kid is no good, he is not brave enough!"

"This is not a guard under you, Coach Xu." Butler Wu smiled. When Coach Xu rushed over just now, he didn't even change the arc of his smile.

"Hmm?"

"This is the backup candidate for the seventh young master's book boy. Madam said that I will come to you to take a look."

Manager Wu then explained to Zheng Fa and the others: "Seventh Young Master's book boy will not only have to study literature with Mr. Shen, but also martial arts with you, Coach Xu. Let's see what the qualifications of these three people are like."

When Coach Xu heard this, he put Han Cheng in his hand on the ground, and pinched Han Cheng's shoulders, back, and waist several times with his big hands.

"No! This kid has no qualifications for practicing martial arts."

Before anyone else spoke, Han Cheng became anxious. No matter how taciturn he was, he knew that this sentence could ruin his future: "The coach can judge my qualifications by just pinching me a few times?"

"Ha!" Coach Xu smiled at him at this time: "You are quite brave, are you not convinced?"

"Not convinced!"

Han Cheng gritted his teeth and said.

"I have been to all the nursing homes of the Zhao family. I can say that I have never made a mistake about their qualifications or whether they have a future in martial arts."

Han Cheng's face was still unconvinced.

"Then let me ask you, do you not like to eat on weekdays? Don't you like greasy meat?"

Han Cheng's face turned pale, as if he had been right.

"In the final analysis, martial arts qualifications are determined by two things - being born well and eating well!"

"When you are born, whether your frame is big or not, whether your bones are hard or not. Whether you have disabilities and incoordination, and whether your muscles and fascia are strong or not, determine a lot of it! If you have this talent, the biggest performance is : It’s edible!”

Han Cheng was speechless.

"Of course, it's not enough to have good talent, you have to have something to eat!" As if he was getting excited, Coach Xu continued: "If someone has good talent, but doesn't have something to eat - it's even worse than having poor talent! Butler Wu , you are also a martial arts practitioner, you should understand what I mean."

Butler Wu nodded and said: "Of course, talent is a double-edged sword. People with good talent need more food and are born with greater consumption. If they don't eat enough, their life span will be shorter than ordinary people, let alone practicing martial arts."

"That's right! It's like those precious flowers and plants. In some places, weeds can grow, but they can't even sprout!"

Zheng Fa felt again that when Butler Wu heard these words, his eyes would fall on him from time to time, as if these words were meant for him.

He didn't feel wrong.

In Butler Wu's mind, his wife asked Zheng Fa and the others to come to Xu Zheng's place, which was just to use Zheng Fa to beat himself up.