When it comes to anyone who dares to rob his sister, he will definitely unite with his brothers and share the same hatred.

"Brother Xu Yang, since you can teach my sister, you can definitely teach me..."

Except for Zhuo Jinchu, Xu Yang's self-confidence was shattered to the point where he was no longer a scumbag, but he still had full confidence in others.

He is already in his teens after all, Zhuoran is only seven years old, how can he not defeat a seven-year-old boy?

Zhuoran glanced at Xu Yang, put down his usual gangsterism, and said politely, "Brother Xu Yang, I didn't want to ask you about your study. I just want to compete with you. You can teach me."

When Xu Yang heard this, he laughed, and then waved his hands repeatedly, slapping his hands so fast that they almost took off, "That won't work, I'm older than you, I can't bully the younger."

The second child, Zhuoyang, couldn't hold back and laughed out loud.

Xiao Tuanzi didn't laugh as indulgently as Zhuo Yang did, but his round, dark apricot eyes were also filled with smiles, shining brightly like the twinkling stars in the night sky.

Xu Yang looked at them with a puzzled expression. Is this funny?

Looking at Zhuo Jinchu again, the corners of his mouth were also raised, almost like a smile but not a smile.

Xu Yang rubbed his chin with his hand, feeling frightened.

"No, no, no, just teach me." Zhuo Ran insisted, his dark eyes as firm as obsidian, "It can't be considered bullying."

Xu Yang thought for a while, "Then let me use my left hand to compare with your right hand."

Lest anyone say that he is invincible.

"No, no, just use your right hand. It's just for fun anyway. Brother Xu Yang, you don't have to pay too much attention." Zhuo Ran said.

Zhuo Yang stared at Zhuo Ran, when did his younger brother become so good at talking? He also became thoughtful.

But then I took a look at Zhuo Ran's naive look. What's so deep in his thoughts? It was all an illusion. It was clear that Zhuo Ran said this unintentionally, because he thought too much!

After talking about this, Xu Yang felt that for a young man, no matter how coy he was, he would look pretentious, so he stretched out his hand and said, "Come on."

The Zhuo family laughed, but he still didn't believe it. After all, his age and height were so important that he could lose to Zhuo Ran!

Xu Yang took a deep breath, put his elbows on the table, and took a perfect posture. At the same time, his mind was also studying strategies quickly and accurately.

The most important thing in arm wrestling is the skill of the wrist. Turn the wrist first, adjust the position, and occupy the absolute high ground.

In fact, speaking of it, there are certain risks in competing with Zhuoran.

Although compared to Zhuoran, his probability of success is 99.99999%. But once he falls into this slim situation, the ridicule he will receive will be doubled.

Therefore, he can only have one result, and that is: win!

Xu Yang is usually a talkative person, but no one knows that he has a lot more ideas...

A warm smile finally appeared on his face. Xu Yang was prepared to win, and naturally he had a chance to win. "Come on, you say start."

"Well... let's start!" Zhuo Ran didn't say anything nonsense, his eyes were as dark as fire.

"Snapped!"

The breath Xu Yang took in was still stuck in his throat.

He stared intently at the hand that was pressed down, and his handsome face showed a confused expression. Then he speculated whether he was hallucinating, and looked up, trying to raise his hand, but that hand

My hand was numb from being pressed, like a piece of meat nailed to a chopping board with a kitchen knife, unable to move.

Xu Yang couldn't help but cursed, with a horrified expression on his face.

This is so humiliating. First he was overconfident, then he said "the big bullies the small", and then he wanted to compare his left hand with Zhuo Ran's right hand so that he could give way to this little brother.

At this moment, it was his right hand that was losing to Zhuoran's right hand.

He wanted to be slapped several times. Why did he talk so much?

Each word he said at the beginning was now a knife piercing his heart!

But then he thought about it, Xu Yang looked at Zhuoran as if he were a monster, "You... a seven-year-old child, so strong!"

Zhuoran smiled and said without hesitation, "Brother Xu Yang, you are too weak, okay?"

He said it heartlessly, but every word hurt his heart.

Zhuoran has been helping his family with farm work since he was a child. He jumps up and down like a ADHD person and can't take any time off. This is very different from Xu Yang.

Xu Yang's mother had raised him like a protected animal since he was a child. The ancestors of the Xu family once had the number one scholar, and then there was no more promising educated person. She was forced to study, but he couldn't get into it until he reached the age of 10.

Xu Yang gave the Xu family hope.

Therefore, since he was a child, Xu Yang had never experienced the happiness of a farm boy, nor did he do any work, reading all kinds of books.

The better the grades, the tighter the curse.

This is a real weak scholar, naturally inferior to the enhanced version of Tarzan's Zhuoran.

Xu Yang clutched his chest and felt stuffy, but facts spoke louder than words. He turned his head and looked at Xiaotuanzi, the youngest one in the family.

"Forget it, I'll continue to teach Xiaotuanzi his homework. Xiaotuanzi needs me."

Zhuo Jinchu looked slightly stern, but Zhuo Yang had already stood up, with a smile on his face, but it was as if there was a knife hidden in his smile.

What's going on with this self-talking Xu Yang brother? Do you really think that the three of them can't handle the knife? They don't know the slightest bit about words and expressions.

"What's wrong?"

Xu Yang looked at Zhuo Yang in confusion. He was fine when he came in. He thought he got along quite well with the Zhuo family.

Why do everyone look at him now as if he is an enemy?

Think about it carefully, he didn't do anything wrong just now?

"Brother Xu Yang, I also have something to ask you."

Xu Yang sat up straight, "It's a good thing to be modest. Come on, big brother will teach you."

Zhuo Yang frowned fiercely. Why was this tone so inexplicably disgusting?

Xu Yang felt relieved when he saw that what Zhuoyang took out was an exercise book. At least it was within the scope of what he could solve.

If he can't do martial arts, he can at least be literary.

Zhuo Yang pointed to one of the questions and asked him, "What is the central idea of ​​this text?"

Xu Yang was dumbfounded. First of all, after so many years, he was only slightly familiar with the name of this article, but he could not remember the content at all.

Secondly, he is quite academically inclined. He is pretty good in math and science, but only so-so in Chinese and English.

"You have to show me the text." Xu Yang scratched his head and said.

Zhuo Yang handed it to him nonchalantly.

Xu Yang was dumbfounded again.

What's more, it's actually a classical Chinese article. He hasn't even learned modern literature clearly. Giving him a long classical Chinese article made his head feel swollen and numb.

After a while, he spoke again, this time with helpless eyes and a bit of pity, "Give me another dictionary."

"Here." Zhuo Yang was also generous.
Chapter completed!