The Magnificent Son-in-law

At that moment, there were three knocks on the door.

"Knock, knock, knock..."

The little girl who had just washed her face, pouted unhappily: "Who is it, knocking at the door so early in the morning."

But despite the complaints, the little girl went over to open the door.

"Good morning, ma'am. I bought several drawers of buns, all with meat fillings, and soy milk. Would you like some?"

Outside, Di Junxiong said with a face full of a flattering smile.

He didn't actually know the real reason for Xiao Feng's change in attitude towards him, so he credited it to the little girl.

In fact, the little girl wouldn't force Xiao Feng to change his mind just because of a few good words or small favors.

"Hahaha, Little Bear, you really understand me." The little girl smiled with her eyebrows curved into crescents and took the buns from Di Junxiong.

Di Junxiong was speechless. Little Bear?

Is this a nickname for me?

But this title sounds familiar; I remember there's a cartoon with a lumberjack and two bears where the lumberjack called the bears like this.

"Master!"

Upon seeing Xiao Feng, Di Junxiong bowed respectfully.

Xiao Feng glanced at the time and nodded with satisfaction: "Not bad, half an hour earlier than scheduled."

"You have to be early, not late. Master, did you call me here today for something specific?" Di Junxiong asked respectfully, but he already had a guess in his heart.

Presumably because he has performed well, he is about to start learning the skills.

Sure enough, Xiao Feng said calmly: "To ensure you don't embarrass me in the future, I've decided to teach you combat starting today. But before that, focus on building a solid foundation."

"Got it!"

Di Junxiong nodded enthusiastically, almost wanting to hug Xiao Feng and give him a kiss. But thinking of really doing that might leave him bedridden for a long time and would displease the "other teachers' wives", he quickly dismissed the thought.

"Just watch from the side and follow along." Xiao Feng instructed Di Junxiong, and then called everyone to start the practice.

Watching the little girl and others perform what looked like radio calisthenics, Di Junxiong was dumbfounded, feeling as if he was back in his teenage years at school.

"How's it going?" Zhao Guo'an smiled from the side: "After watching this warm-up routine, do you feel like you picked the wrong master?"

"Since Master asked us to do it this way, he must have his reasons. Uncle Pig, you should give up the idea of stirring discord between us disciples and Master." Di Junxiong replied flatly and then began to mimic the moves.

Zhao Guo'an was immediately unhappy: "Make yourself clear, stop speaking garbled, did you just call me Uncle or Uncle Pig?"

Xiao Feng sneered at him: "Old Zhao, you say you're not old, yet you can't even hear the words clearly, can't differentiate between Uncle and Uncle Pig. I think you're not far from being a pig."

After saying this, he started guiding Di Junxiong's moves, leaving the livid Zhao Guo'an alone.

The essence of Xiao Feng's warm-up moves lies in their simplicity and ease of learning, but the precision in the moves and force placement requires special guidance, or else it can easily cause adverse effects.

At best, it leads to muscle strain, at worst, it damages the tendons and bones. Copying blindly is definitely impossible.

Just like a bun, from the surface, you can't tell whether it contains red bean or meat and vegetables. Even if you open it up and confirm the filling, you still wouldn't know how it's made.

About five minutes later, Di Junxiong was drenched in sweat, with steam rising from his head, like he was in a sauna, his muscles uncontrollably trembling, sore and painful, making it unbearable.

"Ma... Master, I... I can't hold on any longer."

Xiao Feng frowned: "This is just the beginning, stick it out even if you can't, endure it or don't bother staying with me."

He paused, then pointed to the little girl and others beside him: "Look at them, if nothing else, just see the little one, she's just a girl but she can endure until the sixth change, what's your excuse?"

Di Junxiong was rendered speechless, indeed, what is his excuse?

"Stop using me as an example!" Lin Jiaxuan shouted angrily, like a firecracker lit up.

"I didn't even mention names, why are you so agitated?" Xiao Feng replied nonchalantly.

"You!" Lin Jiaxuan panted angrily, feeling a sharp pain in her abdomen, clearly a precursor to exhaustion.

Everyone was long accustomed to this spectacle, and Lin Zhiyan was helpless with the occasional bickering and playful banter between the two.

In fact, up until now, no one has been able to perform Xiao Feng's self-created warm-up routine completely and smoothly.

Even Lin Zhiyan, who showed the most promise, could only perform over half smoothly, with the rest halting and stopping, unable to finish perfectly in one go.

Of course, the little girl and Lu Yao have shown significant progress, able to persist halfway through and manage to finish the remaining half, much better than the beginning.

Just then, there was a "thud".

Di Junxiong finally ran out of strength, collapsing onto the ground, panting heavily: "This, this... is more exhausting than a nonstop ten-kilometer cross-country run with weights."

Xiao Feng checked the stopwatch in his hand and clicked his tongue: "6 minutes 12 seconds 35, your performance..."

Sensing the disapproval in Xiao Feng's tone, Di Junxiong quickly promised: "Master, this is the first time, my performance might not satisfy you now, but give me some time, I promise to meet your expectations in the shortest time."

"Hmm... given your decent attitude, take a break first." Xiao Feng said in a generously forgiving tone.

However, although he verbally expressed dissatisfaction, this performance was actually quite acceptable in Xiao Feng's eyes.

From these results, it wasn't hard to determine that Di Junxiong's physical condition was good and he had received training.

But obviously, this couldn't be stated directly; Xiao Feng believed that letting his disciple have some reprimand to prevent pride was necessary.

"Your turn, Uncle Pig." Xiao Feng patted Zhao Guo'an's shoulder with a gentle smile.

Zhao Guo'an was amused with anger; Di Junxiong called him Uncle Pig, at least vaguely, but Xiao Feng particularly emphasized the pronunciation clearly.

Trying to show off his eloquence or what?

"Good luck, Uncle Pig!" Di Junxiong shouted weakly.

Knowing he couldn't escape, Zhao Guo'an sneered: "Wait and see, when I was a kid, I practiced too, although it's been a long time and many moves have become rusty, the foundation remains.

Originally, I thought you as a policeman have good physical fitness, but who knew you were at this level."

"I'm glad you have such confidence." Xiao Feng said with a caring tone for juniors and then began guiding Zhao Guo'an.

As soon as the practice began, not even half a minute in, Zhao Guo'an couldn't help but widen his eyes, his face turning beet red, feeling a burning pain.

This is truly a course of self-embarrassment indeed!