"Really went to the training hall?" Yang Chuxia looked at his clothes, a white outfit, matching with Yangyangās black one.
But compared to Lele, Yangyang remained composed and didnāt even break a sweat, while Lele seemed like he was about to collapse.
"You should really follow your brotherās example." Yang Chuxia gave him a tug, "Your brother has never been like you, he says heāll persevere and he does. Look at you, your mother doesnāt expect you to become a martial arts master, but at the very least, you should have some self-defense skills, right? Even if you canāt 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 donāt like this. Oh, my legs hurt, oh, my back hurts. Mom, quickly, call a doctor to check on me, I must have strained something."
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 Ziāan came out of the house and touched his arm and waist.
"It hurts, Dad, it really hurts." Lele groaned, "Dad, I feel like Iām going to collapse."
"Ye Haoxuan, can you stop yelling? Itās 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, itās useless. Tomorrow morning, I will still wake you up, and next time, if you donāt get up, Iām going to set a fire."
"Darn, Xiao Er, do you have to be so ruthless?" Lele widened his eyes in disbelief.
"Lele," Ye Ziāan thought for a moment and said, "Even Dad thinks your acting is unconvincing, before even though you practiced a little, it wasnāt like you never trained, how come 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 comes to his brains. Every time he goes, he canāt even last the time of a burning incense stick, then he just sits on the ground, pointing out flaws in my moves, one moment this isnāt good, the next moment that isnāt good, making me want to throw him out."
"Pfft..." Yang Chuxia laughed, "So thatās what happens? Why havenāt I heard about it before."
Reflecting on past events, Lele felt a little embarrassed and looked up at the ceiling beams.
"Exactly, thatās why he didnāt complain about pain before. This morning, my master watched him the whole time, he couldnāt slack off, so soreness is expected, but it definitely isnāt as bad as heās making it out to be."
Yangyang gave Lele a disdainful look, "Stop pretending, Iāve been through what youāre going through, how could I not know how much it hurts?"
"Xiao Er, youāve really grown up." Lele said with a sigh, "Youāve got a whole set of comebacks now."
"You shut up." Ye Ziāan laughed and patted him, "Even Xiao Er saw through you, so stop thinking about slacking off. Youāll 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 donāt expect you to surpass Yangyang, but at least you should be able to beat Dad."
"Wah..." Lele instantly collapsed onto the table, groaning, "I canāt live this life anymore."
"Pretender!" Yueyue came from outside and coldly said just one word.
Lele instantly stopped wailing, looked at Yueyue and waved, "Come over here."
"What?" Yueyue came over and asked.
"Call me brother!"
"Boring!" Yueyue rolled her eyes and went in front of Ye Ziāan, "Dad!" and then shouted "Mom!" to Yang Chuxia.