Fei Yinghuan left soon, and went up the mountain with Hu Mengtai to retreat to the academy halfway up the mountain.
Only Zhao Han, Fei Ruhe, and the book boy Fei Chun were left.
Fei Ruhe is eleven years old this year. He is probably over-nourished and has grown tall, strong and fat. With such a figure, it would be a pity not to practice martial arts. He is very suitable for being a general. All famous generals in ancient times were big and round.
On the contrary, Fei Chun, a bookboy, was born with a rather delicate appearance and inherited the excellent genes of his parents. His father used to be the young master's bookboy, and his mother used to be the old lady's maid. They were carefully selected for their appearance.
Master and servant stand together, Fei Chun is more like a young master, and Fei Ruhe is like a follower.
Seeing that Fei Yinghuan had walked away, Fei Ruhe suddenly sneered, crossed his arms in front of his chest, and looked down upon Zhao Han with half-squinted eyes.
This young master is obviously not an idiot, and his mind is not on studying.
He is submissive in front of his father, and he is probably the little bully among the children. He is the only one who bullies others, and no one else bullies him.
The school was still in session, and Fei Ruhe was handed over midway.
Zhao Han smiled and reminded: "Young master, it's time to go back to the study room to study."
Fei Ruhe still sneered and said nothing. After waiting for a long time without any movement, he suddenly turned his head and nuzzled at the book boy.
The book boy Fei Chun finally came to his senses and scolded sternly: "How dare you not kneel down and kowtow before the young master! Don't think that the eldest young master is protecting you. In this Hanzhu Private School, the young master is your master! Also, I
I am a big book boy, you are a little book boy, you must listen to me from now on!"
Zhao Han showed a scared expression and asked: "Young Master, is this really the case?"
"The young master is the young master, and the scholar is the scholar," Fei Ruhe raised his fist and threatened, "From now on, you must obey me. If dad asks, just say that I study very hard, but it's a pity that I am too
You are a slow learner when you are stupid. Dad asked you to supervise your studies and even said you could hit me, but you must not take it seriously. If you don’t believe it, you can try hitting me..."
As soon as he finished speaking, Zhao Han kicked him out.
Fei Ruhe's tonnage was too big, and Zhao Han didn't dare to be cruel, so he was not kicked down on the spot. He took two steps back and stood still, looked down at the footprints on his chest, and said in disbelief: "You really dare to hit me?"
Zhao Han looked puzzled and asked: "Young Master, didn't you just ask me to listen to you?"
Fei Ruhe said angrily: "I didn't really let you hit me!"
Zhao Han said: "But I take it seriously."
Fei Ruhe was furious: "Are you mentally ill?"
Zhao Han suddenly tilted his head, looking like a mentally retarded child: "I beat the young master on the young master's order. Is there anything wrong with that?"
There seemed to be nothing wrong, but Fei Ruhe was so angry that he was almost hurt internally.
Bookboy Fei Chun quickly reminded: "Young Master, this bastard is entertaining you!"
"Of course I know, but why do you have to say it for me?" Fei Ruhe was furious, his face turned red and his neck was thick, he raised his fist and walked towards Zhao Han, "You are looking for a beating!"
This guy must have been trained, he is extremely calm in the lower body, and his punches are well planned. As soon as he comes up, he goes straight to Zhao Han's face.
Zhao Han raised his arm to block it, and his bones were sore from the beating. The little chubby boy was so strong!
Another punch came, and Zhao Han dodged sideways and punched his weak spot at the same time.
Fei Ruhe didn't even dodge, he withdrew his arm to wrap Zhao Han's wrist, and quickly grabbed hold of Zhao Han with his other hand, trying to hug Zhao Han and wrestle him directly.
Zhao Han quickly backed away to break free, then turned around and ran away.
They are not heavyweights. Only fools can fight hand-to-hand. Let's fly a kite and walk the dog first.
"Don't run!"
Fei Ruhe chased after him angrily, running around the pavilion with Zhao Han in tandem.
Fei Chun didn't have a good heart. He stood watching the show without saying anything, and continued to add fuel to the fire: "Master, this bastard is just trying to amuse you, so punch him to death!"
After circling the pavilion twice, Zhao Han turned around and ran towards Fei Chun, flying up in the air and kicking him straight in the heart.
"Don't come here... Ouch!" Fei Chun was watching the fire from the other side when he was suddenly kicked by a charge and fell to the ground with his feet in the air. He felt chest tightness and shortness of breath and couldn't get up.
Fei Ruhe chased after him and yelled: "We are dueling, why did you hit him?"
"It's very noisy, noisy!" Zhao Han said as he ran.
Fei Ruhe shouted again: "If you have the guts, don't run away. Fight me!"
"Catch me beforehand!" Zhao Han also planned to continue walking the dog.
The two of them chased each other and ran around the pavilion. Fei Ruhe's physical strength turned out to be very strong.
"Are you coming?" Fei Chun finally got up, but when he saw Zhao Han rushing this way again, he was so frightened that he turned around and ran away.
"Fight me, don't chase him."
"That's right, don't chase me!"
"I'll chase you, don't run away if you have the guts."
"Asshole, you have the guts not to run away!"
"You go and fight on your own, don't chase me, okay?"
"..."
Fei Ruhe chased Zhao Han, and Zhao Han chased Fei Chun. The three of them circled the pavilion, and in the end they didn't know who was chasing whom.
Suddenly, Zhao Han grabbed the railing and took advantage of the situation to climb into the pavilion.
Fei Ruhe quickly slowed down and stopped. He also wanted to climb over the railing and get in. Halfway through the climb, he suddenly felt darkness in front of his eyes.
But it was Zhao Han who stood on the bench in the pavilion and kicked out from a high position, leaving footprints on the young master's face.
Don't show mercy when you gain power!
Zhao Han quickly connected with two more kicks, kicking Fei Ruhe until he was dizzy.
He finally figured it out. This young master was thick-skinned and not easily beaten.
Fei Ruhe covered his face with his arms and backed away, wanting to distance himself first.
Zhao Han jumped over the railing to pursue him and kicked him in his defenseless abdomen. The pain made Fei Ruhe cover his stomach quickly, revealing his fat face again.
"Poof!"
One punch, and the nose bleeds.
Fei Chun stopped in front, breathing heavily, and exclaimed: "You... you... Huhu, you are so brave... Huh... you actually beat the young master to blood!" Suddenly, the guy turned around and ran away again. He said in horror, "If you hit the young master, you will hit the young master. Why are you chasing me again? Ouch!"
Zhao Han left Fei Ruhe alone and chased the book boy, beating him violently until the boy stopped running away and squatted down with his head in his hands.
Fei Ruhe finally regained his composure, covered his nose and shouted: "Bastard, I'm going to kill you!"
"Come on, I'll fight you if I can catch up with you." Zhao Han provoked.
So, Zhao Han chased around the pavilion again, and after running twice, Zhao Han fell into the pavilion again.
Fei Ruhe's movements were not that flexible and he was afraid of making the same mistake again. He only dared to stand outside the pavilion and shout: "Come out!"
"Haha, come in!" Zhao Han smiled very happily.
Fei Ruhe was so angry that he stamped his feet and ran around half a circle into the pavilion. Zhao Han immediately climbed over the railing and went outside the pavilion.
Fei Ruhe was almost furious and shouted: "Come in!"
Zhao Han smiled and said, "Come out!"
Fei Ruhe said: "I won't go out!"
Zhao Han ignored him and turned around to chase Fei Chun.
"woo woo woo woo……"
After Fei Chun was caught up, he cried loudly and said full of grievance: "Why do you always come to beat me when you fight with the young master? Oh, stop fighting, please spare my life!"
Fei Ruhe stood in the pavilion and asked, "Yes, why did you hit him?"
Zhao Han said confidently: "If you are not easy to beat, he is easier to beat. Of course, you have to pick the weak ones. You can't even understand this?"
What he said made sense, but Fei Ruhe was speechless.
Fei Chun held his head and lay on the ground, beating him and shouting: "Master, help me, I'm about to be beaten to death by this guy!"
Fei Ruhe thought clearly: "If I go to save you, he will definitely run away again, come back around the pavilion and beat you again. You will be beaten anyway, so why not let me save some energy."
"The young master is wise, that's exactly what he is!" Zhao Han praised.
Fei Chun was beaten until he burst into tears and sobbed: "Let's not beat anyone, okay?"
"No!" Fei Ruhe immediately rejected the proposal.
"The young master said no, I will listen to the young master." Zhao Han continued to punch and kick him.
Fei Chun cried and shouted: "Oh, oh, oh, young master, he listens to you. Please stop fighting now. If you continue to fight, I will really die."
Fei Ruhe had a headache at the moment, and he was out of temper. He stamped his feet depressedly and said: "No more fighting, no more fighting, stop it quickly!"
"I listen to the young master," Zhao Han quickly helped Fei Chun up and said with great care, "Brother Fei Chun, where are you injured? How about I help you rub it."
Fei Chun's nose was already bruised and his face was swollen. He forced out an ugly smile and said, "Thank you for your concern, brother. I don't feel any pain."
Zhao Hanle said cheerfully: "Master, Fei Chun said he didn't feel any pain. It seems that I am still very measured. After all, my brother can't hurt his kindness and hit him like this next time."
"If we don't fight, there will be no next time," Fei Chun said quickly, "If we don't fight, we won't get to know each other. We will all be good brothers from now on."
Listening to his two book boys talking to each other, Fei Ruhe was already so angry that he was funny. He pointed at Zhao Han and said: "You are interesting, and I like you, so I accepted you as a book boy."
"
Zhao Han instantly turned into a flatterer: "Young master is extremely powerful and has superb martial arts skills. I admire him very much!"
Fei Ruhe was very pleased with this, and laughed loudly and said: "Let's go to the bamboo forest to play. I see that you have some skills, and you will practice martial arts with me every day from now on!"
Zhao Han pointed to the classroom: "Master, there are still classes in the library."
"What class are you teaching?" Fei Ruhe asked impatiently, "It's so hard to get out, and I'm going to throw myself into a trap and go back?"
Zhao Han said: "Then I will write it down. The young master skipped class today."
Fei Ruhe was furious: "You asked for a beating!"
Zhao Han pursed his lips and smiled.
Fein was trembling with fear and said with a sad face: "Young... Young Master, let's go to school. It won't be too late to practice martial arts tomorrow."