The Magnificent Son-in-law

"Xiao Feng, are you messing with me on purpose?" Zhao Guo'an grimaced.

Xiao Feng glanced at him and was too lazy to argue further.

In fact, this is a typical case of having high expectations but low abilities.

Normally, Zhao Guo'an would watch the little girls training and see they were struggling, but he couldn't truly empathize with how hard those simple moves were.

That's why he ended up so confident at first, only to find it unbearably tough when actually doing them.

In a way, it's like scientists in a lab, experimenting with little test tubes, which seems simple to outsiders who think anyone could do it.

But behind those simple actions lies a vast amount of knowledge to learn and experience to accumulate, which is invisible to the naked eye.

At this moment, Zhen Jinghan came out of the kitchen, saw Zhao Guo'an in an awkward position with a face like a boiled lobster, and walked over puzzled, "You seem very uncomfortable?"

Zhao Guo'an gritted his teeth silently, trembling as he continued to the next move.

What he'd just said to Xiao Feng was already his limit. If he spoke again now, he'd lose his breath and energy.

Xiao Feng answered for him, "No problem, let's see how long Old Zhao can last. It's been 30 seconds now, keep going, 29, 28, 27..."

Zhao Guo'an almost spat blood. Why the hell is he counting down?

But hearing the sensitive term "endurance," Zhao Guo'an somehow mustered more determination; he refused to back down in that area!

With the stopwatch in hand, Xiao Feng corrected his movements while saying, "It's useless to just clench your teeth. Watch out and don't bite through the poison in your mouth and poison yourself."

Zhao Guo'an glared angrily. How distracting could one get!

Xiao Feng didn't continue mocking him but occasionally corrected Zhao Guo'an's form. He was curious to see how long Zhao Guo'an could hold out.

Seconds ticked by.

No exaggeration, for Zhao Guo'an, each second felt like a century, but for the sake of face and dignity, he gritted his teeth and persevered!

"Thud!"

Zhao Guo'an fell to the ground, Xiao Feng's stopwatch stopped at 3 minutes, 17 seconds, and 88 milliseconds.

The result wasn't great but still better than average folks.

"Not bad, not bad at all. With your physical fitness, you might as well say goodbye to bicycles," Xiao Feng said, half-praising, half-mocking. "Lin Jiaxuan and Su Yuzhuo's crutches are still around; you might as well use them."

"Pah!" Zhao Guo'an wiped the sweat from his face, panting, "I just haven't worked out in a while, give me three to five days, and I won't be worse than your disciple at least."

Di Junxiong stood up, adding, "The master pig, age catches up with muscles and bones. I know your mental age is young, but poor fitness is poor fitness; denying it won't help."

"Bullshit!"

Zhao Guo'an cursed, "You two teaming up against me because I'm alone? Believe me; I'll take a top-notch disciple who could take you both down without me even lifting a finger!"

Xiao Feng and Di Junxiong exchanged glances, shrugged in sync, and shook their heads, "Don't believe it."

Di Junxiong continued, "Honestly, even if you find someone that amazing, they'd most likely want Xiao Feng as their master."

Xiao Feng's expression turned stern, scolding, "Why are you speaking such harsh truths? Can't you leave your master pig a little dignity?"

Di Junxiong lowered his head in apology, "Sorry, Master, I usually speak what's on my mind. Lying is a tough ask for me.

Besides, master pig has a good relationship with you. If I were to sweet-talk him into losing himself, wouldn't I be harming him?"

"You're not wrong," Xiao Feng nodded slowly, "You're teachable, young man, truly teachable."

"Damn it!" Zhao Guo'an was on the verge of madness.

Previously, dealing with just Xiao Feng was tough, but now with a disciple helping him, the duo's flawless back-and-forth felt like torture.

Thinking about this, Zhao Guo'an wondered if he should take on a disciple himself?

If this "two against one" status continued, he probably wouldn't stand a chance.

...

After an hour of morning training, everyone showered, changed clothes, and started breakfast.

During breakfast, Xiao Feng briefly informed Di Junxiong about his upcoming trip. After all, as his disciple, he couldn't be too irresponsible, right?

Di Junxiong sipped his soy milk and asked, "Master, after your trip, you're heading back to Jiangcheng, right?"

Xiao Feng nodded.

"Perfect. I'll make some arrangements to find work in Jiangcheng. I believe my dad mentioned his sworn brother's daughter is the director at the Jiangcheng Public Security Bureau."

"I know who you're talking about, Song Keren. You can mention me to her," Xiao Feng said, seemingly modest.

"Seems like Master is quite influential in Jiangcheng!" Di Junxiong flattered.

Zhao Guo'an scoffed dismissively, "Young man, when you get to Jiangcheng, it's best not to mention you know your master. Otherwise, you might end up getting silenced without realizing."

"What do you mean?" Di Junxiong asked, puzzled.

"With your master's personality, imagine how well-liked he is. Not saying he has enemies everywhere, but close enough. If you proclaim your identity, you'll likely become a target." Zhao Guo'an explained.

Truth be told, many in Jiangcheng have quite the vendetta against Xiao Feng.

And if Di Junxiong openly declares himself as Xiao Feng's disciple, he'd immediately become a focal point. Naturally, someone might think: "If I can't deal with Xiao Feng, surely I can deal with his disciple?"

Thus, a storm might arise.

A little girl interjected, "Little Bear, don't listen to him. Just do whatever you want. If anything happens, we'll have your back. I refuse to believe anyone would dare mess with us!"

These words were full of pride.

Xiao Feng nodded and said, "While that's true, you should consider your tactics."

"How exactly should I proceed, Master?"

"Simply put, if you achieve something noteworthy, feel free to say you're my disciple. But if you do something embarrassing..."

Saying this, Xiao Feng gave Di Junxiong a knowing look.

Di Junxiong got the hint and said, "If I really mess up, I'll just say my uncle is Zhao Guo'an, a renowned traditional Chinese doctor. Should I include his home address and contact info?"

"..." Zhao Guo'an.

Are you seriously planning this out right in front of me, treating me like I'm invisible?