Fang Siping does have a lot of wool.

However, how to pull it out is a problem.

Fang Siping is a powerful warrior at the sixth level of martial arts, and he can't even stand breathing.

Not to mention sparring.

Discuss?

I am not even worthy of mentioning these two words in front of him.

Do I have to look for him every day, like checking in—"Uncle Fang, come here, are you here for me?"

It’s unrealistic to think about it.

"You are good, really good."

Just as Chu Yao was thinking about this, he heard Fang Siping speak in a deep voice.

Um?

Chu Yao didn't respond, a look of confusion on his face.

What's good about it?

Fang Siping looked at him calmly.

"I'm right, not in terms of strength."

"I'll assign you a large house and a chariot as your first test. If you go out for a wandering trip in the chariot tonight, or sleep in at home, I'll consider assigning you a sinecure, either a civil servant or a businessman, which will ensure you have enough food and clothing."

"Fortunately, you didn't let me down."

There was a hint of relief in Fang Siping's tone.

Chu Yao was speechless.

Faced with this kind of praise, Chu Yao scratched his head and laughed, "Uncle Fang, maybe I'm just pretending. I've actually been wanting to go out and have fun for a long time, but since I'm new here, of course I have to perform well and work hard."

"I don't have enough patience to test you the next day."

"Since you've been pretending for the first day, you have to keep pretending every day after that!"

Fang Siping's tone was harsh and extremely fierce.

Chu Yao...

nod.

Now that things have come to this, what else can I do?

Taking a deep breath, Fang Siping continued speaking.

"Your father is away now, so I will plan your life's path. You will stay in this small world for a year to accumulate military merit and experience, and hone your realm."

"In a year, I will send you to the front lines of the battlefield for three years. You will fight for your life and death for three years. Within three years, you must grow into a regimental commander. By then, you will be 23 years old, perfect for participating in the Hundred Cities Campaign."

"At least make it into the top 100 in the battle, become a well-known young officer, and then, like me, take charge of a small world. That way, when you're thirty, you'll have a chance to become a palace master."

These words...

Chu Yao was stunned when he heard this.

My goal is to become a group leader by the age of 30.

And now, the target has been upgraded.

Thirty years old, Palace Master!

How many palace lords are there in the human race?

Only about thirty!

How many people are there in the human race?

At least a billion!

Chu Yao felt his head buzzing just thinking about the difficulty.

I complained silently in my heart, you are not even the master of the palace.

But of course I didn't dare say this out loud.

"If you think you can't do it, give up as soon as possible. I don't train useless people."

Feeling that Chu Yao seemed a little scared, Fang Siping immediately glared at him with eyes as sharp as two knives.

"What if...what if I can't do it?"

Chu Yao asked with a breath.

Fang Siping's eyebrows twitched, and he said calmly, "I only allow one possibility that it cannot be done, and that is that you unfortunately die in battle."

"Meet me at six tomorrow morning at the top of the tower for class."

After saying another word, Fang Siping disappeared from the spot in a flash.

Chu Yao: ...

The invisible feeling of oppression finally dissipated completely, and I felt a lot more relaxed.

Six o'clock?

Attend class?

What class are you taking?

…

I looked at the time and it was almost one o'clock.

Not knowing what classes he would have tomorrow, Chu Yao, although not sleepy, did not dare to continue doing strength training. He quickly took a shower, returned home, and went to sleep.

Before going to bed, I set more than a dozen alarm clocks.

Five o'clock.

Five past five.

Ten past five.

One every five minutes.

…

no way.

The sense of oppression given by Fang Siping is really too strong.

If he was really late, Chu Yao felt like he could throw himself off the top of the watchtower.

Huh?

I'm not afraid even if I drop it.

Brother has wings.

Thinking of this, I soon fell asleep.

A dreamless night.

At five in the morning, Chu Yao's brain snapped, and the alarm clock triggered him to wake up instantly.

A little confused.

I wanted to sleep a little longer, even for five minutes, but I was afraid of oversleeping.

Chu Yao gritted his teeth, took a cold shower, changed into training clothes, and prepared to go straight to the top of the watchtower.

When I got to the corridor, I looked through the floor-to-ceiling window. It was still dark outside, without any light at all.

However, the lights inside the watchtower were bright.

When he walked to the elevator, Chu Yao was shocked to find that there was a waiter here with a tray in his hand.

The tray was filled with various breakfast items.

A rich spiritual dish with rich color, aroma and taste.

"Mr. Chu, the commander specially prepared this for you. Please hurry up and eat some."

The service staff was a young girl in her twenties with a sweet smile.

Chu Yao thanked him and casually grabbed a piece of meat from some unknown spirit beast, feeling emotional in his heart.

From this little detail, we can see Fang Siping's ability to win people's hearts.

This was another good lesson for me.

When Chu Yao was attending Jiangcheng Martial Arts School, he had heard stories about ancient generals licking sores and sucking out pus for soldiers, but he didn't take it seriously at the time.

Now that theory and practice have been confirmed, Chu Yao is truly deeply touched.

What is this called?

There is a tiger in your heart, but you can still smell the roses?

…

After eating two pieces of meat, Chu Yao walked into the elevator, swiped his permission, and rode all the way to the top floor.

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