"Really went to the training hall?" Yang Chuxia looked at his clothes, a white outfit, matching with Yangyang’s black one.
But compared to Lele, Yangyang remained composed and didn’t even break a sweat, while Lele seed like he was about to collapse.
"You should really follow your brother’s example." Yang Chuxia gave him a tug, "Your brother has never been like you, he says he’ll persevere and he does. Look at you, your mother doesn’t expect you to beco a martial arts master, but at the very least, you should have so self-defense skills, right? Even if you can’t defend yourself, at least it can keep you healthy."
"Mom, everyone has their own expertise." Lele took a sip of water and said, "I just don’t like this. Oh, my legs hurt, oh, my back hurts. Mom, quickly, call a doctor to check on , I must have strained sothing."
He felt that practicing martial arts was truly tough and needed to find a way to escape it.
"Does it really hurt that much?" Ye Zi’an ca out of the house and touched his arm and waist.
"It hurts, Dad, it really hurts." Lele groaned, "Dad, I feel like I’m going to collapse."
"Ye Haoxuan, can you stop yelling? It’s so annoying," Yangyang rolled his eyes while eating an osmanthus cake, "I really despise you for this, does it really hurt that much? Stop pretending, even if you pretend, it’s useless. Tomorrow morning, I will still wake you up, and next ti, if you don’t get up, I’m going to set a fire."
"Darn, Xiao Er, do you have to be so ruthless?" Lele widened his eyes in disbelief.
"Lele," Ye Zi’an thought for a mont and said, "Even Dad thinks your acting is unconvincing, before even though you practiced a little, it wasn’t like you never trained, how co we never heard you complain about pain before?"
"Heh..." Yangyang finished the pastry, clapped his hands, and chuckled, "Dad, your elder son is only smart when it cos to his brains. Every ti he goes, he can’t even last the ti of a burning incense stick, then he just sits on the ground, pointing out flaws in my moves, one mont this isn’t good, the next mont that isn’t good, making want to throw him out."
"Pfft..." Yang Chuxia laughed, "So that’s what happens? Why haven’t I heard about it before."
Reflecting on past events, Lele felt a little embarrassed and looked up at the ceiling beams.
"Exactly, that’s why he didn’t complain about pain before. This morning, my master watched him the whole ti, he couldn’t slack off, so soreness is expected, but it definitely isn’t as bad as he’s making it out to be."
Yangyang gave Lele a disdainful look, "Stop pretending, I’ve been through what you’re going through, how could I not know how much it hurts?"
"Xiao Er, you’ve really grown up." Lele said with a sigh, "You’ve got a whole set of cobacks now."
"You shut up." Ye Zi’an laughed and patted him, "Even Xiao Er saw through you, so stop thinking about slacking off. You’ll be like Yangyang, I gave strict orders for his literature studies, and for your martial arts, Dad needs to give you strict orders too. I don’t expect you to surpass Yangyang, but at least you should be able to beat Dad."
"Wah..." Lele instantly collapsed onto the table, groaning, "I can’t live this life anymore."
"Pretender!" Yueyue ca from outside and coldly said just one word.
Lele instantly stopped wailing, looked at Yueyue and waved, "Co over here."
"What?" Yueyue ca over and asked.
"Call brother!"
"Boring!" Yueyue rolled her eyes and went in front of Ye Zi’an, "Dad!" and then shouted "Mom!" to Yang Chuxia.
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