The road of the house owner of the pig in the Chanyuan

The first day of training slowly came to an end in the unilateral beating that Naoya had no power to fight back.

After the training, Shier ignored Naoya who was already collapsed to the ground from exhaustion, and just casually looked around and asked, "Where's my orange?"

Zhizai was tired and out of breath, his body was sore, his small face was covered with a mixture of sweat and dust, and he looked a little dirty. After hearing what Shier said, he couldn't help but rolled his eyes, feeling annoyed Said, "It's in my room, go and get it yourself."

Shi Er glanced down at Naoya, had no intention of helping him up at all, kicked his toes, and asked again, "Where is your room?"

Fortunately, Naoya didn't expect too much kindness from Er, he casually said, "Go and find it yourself." After speaking, he closed his eyes, and was about to lie down on the spot for a while.

No way, he was too tired to stand up.

In the darkness, before Naoya could recover completely, he felt his body suddenly suspended in the air, lifted up by an external force and thrown up, belly down, and fell hard on some kind of cushion.

"Wow——!" Naoya couldn't help exclaiming, and quickly opened his eyes to take a closer look, but found a generous back in his sight—it turned out that he was carried by Shier on his shoulders.

"What are you doing! Let, let me down!"

Thinking of being carried on Shier's shoulders by Shier like a sack at an early age, Naoya felt ashamed. Even though he had no strength, his little hands kept beating Shier's strong back, and shouted angrily, "I I will go by myself!"

"Go? How do you go? Crawl back like a snail?" Shi'er sneered mercilessly. When he reached the fork, he shook Naoya's shoulders, "Little brat, turn left or right."

"I told you I'm not a brat...uh," Naoya, who was already feeling uncomfortable, was pushed by Shier's shoulders, and for a while, he felt that the stomach acid in his stomach was about to be pushed out, a little Wanting to vomit, "You vomit like this...how should I see it."

"Don't spit on me, be careful I'll throw you down." Shi Er said with a look of disgust, after thinking for a while, he simply changed Naoya's position, turned him around and clamped him in his elbow, "That's all right Bar."

"...to the left." Naoya, who was tossed and tossed over and over again, had no strength to resist, and didn't even want to say anything.

He was afraid that he would really spit it out.

Fortunately, the distance from the training ground to Naoya's yard was not too far, which allowed him to escape.

After arriving in the room, Shi Er released the trapped person and threw it on the ground, but did not plan to leave. Instead, he sat down and took the orange on the table, and threw it to Naoya, "Peel it for me."

Naoya: "..." Fortunately, he just thought it was for himself, and he was a little moved!

"Don't you know how to peel it yourself? I don't even have the strength." Naoya snorted, and after finishing speaking, he still took the orange and peeled it.

Don't get me wrong, he peeled the oranges for himself to eat, and he didn't even leave even a little bit of orange shreds for Shier. The sweet and sour oranges just suppressed his nausea from being knocked out.

The orange peel is thin and easy to peel, and Naozai took two or three slashes to get a good orange. The orange fascia like a fishing net wraps the pulp, a bit like handmade dumplings sold in a pile. The fragrance of orange peel is very sweet, which attracts the mouth to produce body fluid.

Naoya carefully tore off the fascia bit by bit, thought for a second, then divided it into two halves, stuffed one half into his mouth, and handed the other half to Shi Er, "Here, do you want love?"

Shi Er snorted, but didn't care about it, took the orange and swallowed it down, and said after swallowing, "It's so troublesome for you to eat an orange." Now that I think about it, the orange that Naoya gave him last time was not white at all. Fascial mesh.

Moisturized by the oranges, Naoya felt that he had finally come back to life a little bit after hearing this, he curled his lips and said, "I call it exquisite, and that thing affects the taste so much, it's a bit bitter."

"The pampered young master." Shi Er mocked, but his tone was a bit more humorous, "Let's go." Then he got up and prepared to leave.

"Shier," Naoya, who had already laid down with big characters, looked at the ceiling, as if he wanted to see the flowers, but he didn't look at Shier anyway, and said softly for a while, "Thank you."

Although he was screaming and hurting all over his body, Naoya knew that he had benefited a lot from today's training, and the memories of the physical skills he had learned in the past gradually came back, and became clearer with the stimulation of Shi'er's attack.

Shi Er didn't speak, just shook the orange in his hand, and then left.

The surroundings returned to silence.

Sleepiness also swept over at this moment, Naoya yawned, and pulled the quilt casually, even before he had time to cover himself completely, he was almost unable to withstand the invasion of deep sleepiness.

However, before he completely closed his eyes, he felt that he seemed to have forgotten something, and subconsciously glanced sideways at the table. The small Crane Orchid on the table stood still, but he didn't notice anything wrong.

Am I thinking too much?In a daze, Naoya thought vaguely, and then he couldn't resist the thicker and thicker eyelids, and fell into the darkness.

Afterwards, a good night's sleep.

The next few days were a boring and repetitive training life. In the constant beating, Naoya failed in the replay, summed up his experience, and continued to improve. Every time he fantasized that he could beat Shier, and set this as his lifelong goal.

However, the reality is cruel. Although Naoya has made rapid progress, he is still far from enough compared to Shier. Shier treats him more like a joke than training physical skills. With a look of ease, sometimes even with his hands in his pockets, he didn't pay attention to Naoya at all.

Seeing Naoya was even angrier.

At the same time, Naoya didn't take his progress to heart. After all, for him, the so-called progress now is just to pick up the previous memory again, so he not only doesn't feel fast, but also thinks it is too slow.

But Naoya also knows that one can't become fat in one sitting, physical skills and physical strength, all these need to be accumulated step by step, and there is no rush.Therefore, in a sense, Shi Er is indeed a qualified sparring partner.

Although neither of them think so.

Most of the training time was boring, no one disturbed them, and there was not too much chatting between the two. Most of the communication was the strong wind brushing against the fists and the fluctuation of the airflow sweeping across the thighs. The multi-day training also made the two People have a bit of tacit understanding, and they can retract and release freely without using too much force to cause serious accidental injuries.

Anyway, Naoya was never as tired as the first day, too tired to stand up.

In fact, it didn't get much better, and the muscle soreness was still lingering.

At the end of the training, the two would occasionally sit down together and eat a few oranges quietly. Of course, Naoya was in charge of peeling them, and Shier just ate them.

"As long as this little reward is already a big deal for you." Shi Er plausibly said that he was not polite when he took an orange peeled by a child.

"..."

Poor Naozai, not to mention being beaten repeatedly during training, and exploited and oppressed after training.

In the alternation of autumn and winter, it is very pleasant to eat sweet and sour oranges around the stove. However, given that Shi Er has a super strong physique, he is not sensitive to the coldness of late autumn, and Naoya’s body also seems to be weak after training. It comes with a stove, which is too hot. Eating oranges is for the sake of coolness, and naturally there is no need for extra heating.

It's just that after calming down, the wind is still a little chilly, and at this time Naoya will shy away and move closer to Shier's side.

Well, wipe off the sweat.

Who told Shi Er that although he looked cold, his body heat was unexpectedly high, very warm, plus he was relaxed during training, he didn't sweat at all, and he was dry enough to use it for rubbing Khan couldn't be more appropriate.

Could this be the effect of the sky and the curse?Naoya thought, a little envious.

"Tsk, don't come closer, it's sticky and disgusting." Shi Er said annoyed at this, but he didn't avoid it.

"I peeled an orange for you, here."

Naozai calmly handed the orange to Shier, and didn't care about the other party's disgust. To be honest, he is now a year older than Shier, and when he looks at the other party, he will always unconsciously look at the younger generation It means that when I think about Shier's situation in the Zenyuan family, I can't help but be a little more tolerant, and some trash talk about him will come in from one ear and out from the other.

Of course, only when he is in a good mood, such as now.

The mood of wanting to punch Shier's stinky face violently during training will not change a bit.

"Master Naoya, the tea you want." A voice sounded.

It was the maid who was taking care of by Chang Naozai, who was holding a tea tray.

"Well, let's put it here." Naoya looked at it, pointed to a place, and then said, "I'm sorry for your trouble."

"It's what I should do, Master Naoya." After finishing speaking, the maid put down the tea tray and left quietly, just like when she came.

Naoya picked up the tea cups and handed one of them to Shi Er, only to find that the other party was looking at him, as if thinking about something.

"What's the matter, is there something on my face?" Naoya asked strangely, and stretched out the teacup to Shier again, "Hurry up and hold it, I'm tired of holding it."

"...No, it's nothing." After a while, Shi Er took the teacup, and the corner of his scarred mouth raised a slight mocking arc, "I just suddenly realized that you are quite obedient."

"Huh?" Naoya was puzzled, "Then you beat me so hard."

"It should be, you're welcome." Shi Er took a sip of tea, smacked his mouth twice, and said calmly, "What's so delicious about this thing, it's better to drink."

"I give you tea so that you can relieve your tiredness after eating oranges. Besides, drinking some hot water after exercising is also good," Naoya said unhappily, "And I hope you remember that both of us are underage, thank you. "

After finishing speaking, Naoya took a sip of the tea, and the sweet and sour orange juice left in his mouth was instantly diluted a lot, leaving behind the tea's light fragrance and sweet aftertaste.

Shi Er propped his face, looked at Naoya who was sipping tea, and said half aloud, "Why do I feel like you are an old man?"

Naoya: "..."

"Mr. Shier," Naoya put down his teacup, gritted his teeth, "you can donate the mouths you don't need to those who need them."

It's one thing to know your age, but it's another thing to be told by others.

Rubbish!

Except for the face and body skills, everything else is rubbish, Naoya thought angrily, peeling the next orange fiercely.