Zhao Zihan repeated Chen Zheng's words, feeling that he might just be laughing at herself.
"I started to strengthen my body and Qi since I was five years old. No matter how cold or hot the weather is, I have never stopped over the years. Am I not just diligent?"
Zhao Zihan's tone was filled with resentment unconsciously.
In fact, she just felt that she was vulnerable to Chen Zheng's hands.
And she was not lying. She grew up in a big family like the Zhao family and lived under the pressure of resources, reputation, etc. It can be said that she really had no childhood and no rest.
"I work really hard..."
Zhao Zihan murmured to himself in a low voice and lowered his head unconfidently.
After all, she worked so hard, but now it seems like it was in vain.
Zhao Zihan now would rather Chen Zheng said that he is a god-level talent, which is better than the four words "practice diligently".
Chen Zheng did not expect that with just four words, the always proud Miss Zhao would bow her head.
He smiled helplessly, and pulled Zhao Zihan away from the martial arts stage under the probing eyes of everyone.
"Give."
In the cafe of the Security Department, Chen Zheng placed a cup of hot milk on the table in front of Zhao Zihan.
"I'm sorry, I'm so worthless. Don't get me wrong. I'm not someone who can't afford to lose."
She was holding the milk, her face still a little pale.
Thinking about himself just now, Zhao Zihan also felt a little embarrassed.
"I know."
Chen Zheng raised his chin casually, signaling her to take a sip of milk to calm down.
"Don't worry, Miss Zhao, there are many people who have been hit by me over the years. You are definitely very graceful."
Chen Zheng spoke in a warm voice, deliberately teasing and joking, which could be regarded as comforting Zhao Zihan.
Zhao Zihan also smiled, and just as he was about to say thank you, Chen Zheng sat up straight again.
"There are no shortcuts in martial arts."
He said with an unusually serious look: "But there are methods and efficiencies."
"You mean, the methods and efficiency of cultivation?"
Upon hearing Chen Zheng's words, Zhao Zihan also became serious.
"Children of various aristocratic families have been practicing hard with famous teachers since they were young, in order to have better cultivation methods and efficiency."
She thought for a moment and still asked puzzledly: "Is it necessary to compete with the teacher's strength to determine who is more efficient?"
Zhao Zihan was about to ask curiously who Chen Zheng's master was, but at this moment he smiled and shook his head.
"Isn't there that old saying? When the master leads you in, cultivation depends on the individual."
"Even if this master is a master, his disciples may not be as good as one-tenth of his abilities."
Zhao Zihan agreed with Chen Zheng's words.
Thinking about her cousins who were practicing together with her and working equally hard, she frowned again.
"Don't you mean it still depends on personal qualifications?"
Zhao Zihan glared at Chen Zheng and said with a guarded face: "In your next sentence, you won't brag that you have higher qualifications than me, so you can defeat me effortlessly, right?"
Chen Zheng laughed softly when he heard this. He found that Zhao Zihan actually had such a charming and naive side.
"The four words I just gave you are the truth. If you want to improve your inner strength, you must practice diligently."
"However, our understanding of the word 'diligence' may not be the same."
His words made Zhao Zihan frown slightly in confusion.
However, before she could ask, Chen Zheng continued: "I believe your master must be quite powerful and even have his own teaching methods, right?"
Thinking of his mentor, Zhao Zihan nodded without hesitation.
"My master is an excellent teacher. He is tolerant and strict, and teaches in every detail."
Chen Zheng listened to her praise of the teacher, and then thought about the extremely unreliable old man in his family, he couldn't help but smile to himself.
"Actually, the more you trust your excellent teachers, the harder it will be to be diligent."
"What?"
Zhao Zihan never expected that Chen Zheng would say such a sentence, and she went from puzzlement to shock.
"Martial arts, especially ancient martial arts, no matter how detailed the techniques and teachers teach, self-thinking and exploration about inner strength cultivation are the most important."
Chen Zheng's words directly stated the top priority, and Zhao Zihan also fell into thinking.
"No matter how good the teacher is, he cannot understand every meridian and inner energy in your body."
Chen Zheng continued to guide in a low voice.
"For example, there is a branch meridian three inches above the knee of my right leg that is very wide. Every time the internal energy is flowing, it can bear an extra three points of internal energy."
"You can sense and notice this in detail?!"
Zhao Zihan was extremely surprised by his description. After all, with Chen Zheng's strength, mobilizing the inner strength of the whole body is basically a matter of an instant.
"It's not that I'm meticulous, it's that your cultivation is simply careless."
"I know all the conditions in my body and the exercises I want to practice very well, so at the same time, my practice speed is naturally much higher than yours."
Chen Zheng attacked Zhao Zihan mercilessly.
But Zhao Zihan had no intention of refuting, and she began to reflect on her own practice over the years.
She found that she didn't have a clear understanding of her body's meridians, or even the place where her energy was stored in her Dantian.
As for the exercises, they are all taught by the master, and then you just practice according to the master's methods.
"It turns out that I don't know anything..."
The more Zhao Zihan recalled it, the more frightened she became.
Chen Zheng saw that she was still enlightened, and a smile appeared on his face.
"You can understand it yourself. I still have a group of students to arrange training programs."
Chen Zheng stood up to return to the training ground, but Zhao Zihan suddenly stopped her.
"Thank you, thank you, Chen Zheng."
Zhao Zihan said this sentence very seriously and sincerely. After she said it, she even bowed respectfully to Chen Zheng.
Many people passing by looked here.
After all, given Zhao Zihan's status and strength, it is rare for someone to be so respectful to her.
Everyone immediately became curious about Chen Zheng.
But Chen Zheng just waved and smiled, turned around and left.
Zhao Zihan looked at his back and secretly made up his mind to think hard and practice hard.
"Repaying kindness, I should do something for Chen Zheng, right?"
She rolled her eyes and took out her phone.
"Ms. Zhao, it's really rare for you to call me personally."
As soon as I clicked and connected, a deep male voice with a smile sounded over there.
"Dean Guo, I hope that starting from today, all our provincial and municipal theater hospitals will order medicines from Songmu Pharmaceutical."
On the other side of the phone, Guo Zhiwei, the general director of the war zone hospital, was silent for a moment.
"Ms. Zhao, are you sure?"
He said with some hesitation: "If my memory is correct, this Songmu Pharmaceutical does not seem to be a well-known large company, right?"
Zhao Zihan heard this and did not deny what he said.
"It is indeed a fledgling company, but I can guarantee that its boss is very capable."
Zhao Zihan said in a deep voice: "This drug contract means that I, Zhao Zihan, and the Zhao family owe you a favor."
"Ms. Zhao's words are serious, her words are serious."
Guo Zhiwei did not expect that Zhao Zihan would be so determined.
When the Zhao family spoke, he naturally agreed immediately.
"Don't worry, Ms. Zhao, I will make arrangements now. I believe the cooperation will be finalized soon."
"Then I'll just wait for the good news."
Zhao Zihan hung up the phone without saying anything more.
Guo Zhiwei, on the other hand, was a little surprised and unable to recover. He couldn't help secretly guessing in his heart.
"Who is it that allows Miss Zhao to ask for help?"
