"I feel like my hand is going to be useless..."
Su Cheng smiled bitterly while looking at his slightly trembling right hand.
Today, as usual, I woke up early in the morning and after breakfast, I hid in the room and continued his huge work of translating "Zizhi Tongjian".
After writing for more than two hours in a row, Su Cheng finally felt a feeling of overwhelming pain coming from his right hand.
I'd better take a break first...
Su Cheng, who had made up his mind, put down the quill in his hand, then stood up and walked downstairs.
Su Cheng planned to go downstairs to see what Alan and Deng Jiaer were doing. When he stopped writing and rested, he would chat with them.
However, after coming to the lobby on the first floor, the two of them were not seen.
Where have these two little guys gone?
Just as Su Cheng was thinking this, he suddenly heard the sound of wooden products knocking from outside the house and familiar shouts.
...I seem to know where the two of them are.
While thinking this, Su Cheng slowly walked towards the small courtyard outside the house.
This mansion of Su Cheng and the four people also comes with a small courtyard.
After coming to this small courtyard of his home, Su Cheng saw Alan and Deng Jiaer.
The two are practicing fighting skills.
No, to be precise, it should be Deng Jiaer practicing fighting skills, while Alan is serving as her sparring practice.
Deng Jiaer held a wooden gun and launched a fierce attack on Alan.
Alan also held a wooden gun in her hand.
Every attack launched by Deng Jiaer was easily blocked or blocked by Alan with a wooden gun.
While easily blocking Deng Jiaer's attack, Alan can also launch a fierce counterattack.
Moreover, Deng Jiaer could not stop Alan's counterattack.
Su Cheng, who was standing aside and observing secretly, silently counted the number of times Alan's wooden gun hit Deng Jiaer, and the number of times Deng Jiaer's wooden gun hit Alan.
It was discovered that in just a few minutes, Alan's wooden gun had touched Deng Jiaer's body nearly 30 times, and Deng Jiaer's wooden gun had never touched Alan once.
If it were in actual combat, Deng Jiaer had already died more than 30 times.
Looking at Alan and Deng Jiaer in the small courtyard, Su Cheng said intimately:
It seems that Deng Jiaer is looking for Alan to practice fighting skills with her again.
Deng Jiaer usually does the most things he does besides reading books, which is to exercise his body and practice fighting skills.
Because Deng Jiaer's dream is to become a general of Megatron Quartet, she believes that to realize this dream, having a good body and excellent fighting skills is essential.
Therefore, Su Cheng could basically see Deng Jiaer exercising and practicing fighting skills in the small courtyard every day.
Deng Jiaer usually asks Alan for advice on fighting skills. When practicing, he always comes to Alan to be her sparring practice.
Alan, who is usually idle and has no serious business to do, is naturally happy to come and ask Deng Jiaer for his fighting skills and be her training.
According to Alan, Deng Jiaer's foundation was not very bad at all. He should have been training well for a long time, and he seemed to have some talent in fighting skills, so he made great progress very quickly.
With Deng Jiaer's unremitting efforts and Alan's guidance and training, according to Alan, Deng Jiaer's current fighting skills are considered to be acceptable among women of the same age, and among them, Deng Jiaer's gun skills are the best practiced.
"Ah! I'm giving up! I won't practice!"
Deng Jiaer in the courtyard suddenly threw away the wooden gun in his hand and sat on the ground, gasping for breath.
"I still can't beat you Alan today..." Deng Jiaer said in a somewhat disappointed tone.
Looking at Deng Jiaer who gave up, Alan hummed and laughed proudly.
Compared to Deng Jiaer, who was sweating heavily and was sitting on the ground and gasping, Alan only had a few drops of sweat on his forehead.
"Alan!" Deng Jiaer said anxiously, "Why are your fighting skills so strong? I have been practicing hard for more than half a year, why can't I even touch you?"
"Why is my fighting skills so strong?"
Alan thought for a while, then said in a casual tone:
"It should be a matter of talent. I am born with strong physical fitness and understanding of fighting skills."
"Any weapon I just have to see someone else use it once, I can master the usage of this weapon, and it can be used better than that person."
"And I have strength, speed, and reaction speed. In short, in terms of physical functions, I am several times stronger than ordinary people."
After hearing Alan's words, Deng Jiaer suddenly showed a look of loss on his face, lowered his head slightly, and murmured:
"Talent..."
Deng Jiaer's tone was also filled with a hint of pain.
Just then
"Yo, Alan, Deng Jiaer."
Su Cheng, who had just watched the show silently, finally appeared.
"Ah, sir. You're here."
"Huh? Brother, why are you here?"
"I'll give you some condolences."
While saying this in a playful tone, Su Cheng shook the two glasses of water in his hand and a towel for wiping sweat.
After the two stopped practicing just now, Su Cheng silently returned to the house and took 2 glasses of water and a towel to wipe sweat.
"Come on, Deng Jiaer, drink water and sweat."
When they arrived with the two, Su Cheng said this while handing Deng Jiaer one of the glasses of water and the towel.
"Ah, thank you sir."
Deng Jiaer respectfully took the water cup and the towel.
"Here, Alan, yours."
After Deng Jiaer took the water cup and towel, Su Cheng handed the remaining glass of water to Alan.
"It's rare, brother, you took the initiative to stop writing and rest without us urging you to rest."
After Alan finished speaking in a half-joking tone, she took the water cup handed over by Su Cheng.
After taking the water cup handed over by Su Cheng, Alan discovered something wrong.
"Brother... Why is only Deng Jiaer a towel for sweating, but I don't?"
"Ha? What stupid things are you saying? Where do you need any towels for sweating? Do you sweat? Hello! Don't wipe sweat on me!"
"I can't wipe your sweat on you! Aren't I not sweating? I just simply intimate with my brother!"
After saying that, Alan continued to press his forehead against Su Cheng's clothes, and then rubbed his forehead against Su Cheng's clothes.
Just when Su Cheng and Alan and his brothers were having fun as usual
Bang bang bang!
There was a knock on the door.
"Hmm?" Su Cheng frowned, "Someone is here..."
After saying that, Su Cheng gently pushed Alan away who was rubbing his clothes in his arms.
Alan was very obedient and did not make any more trouble, allowing Su Cheng to push her away gently.
After pushing Alan away, Su Cheng walked towards the door of the mansion.
Squeak.
After pushing open the door, Su Cheng saw a man dressed in a servant standing in front of the door.
As soon as the door was opened, the man dressed in the attendant immediately spoke:
"Is it Mr. Su Cheng?"
"Ah, that's me." Su Cheng replied.
Chapter completed!