Chapter 10 Part 1

Ever since his wife revealed his little thoughts, Butler Wu felt quite frightened.

Even Zheng Fa seemed to be a little angry.

More importantly, he understood that by asking Zheng Fa and the other two to meet Xu Zheng, his wife had essentially excluded Zheng Fa from the list of candidates for the Seventh Young Master's pageboy.

Compared to studying, practicing martial arts requires more resources, which is what is meant by "poor in literature but rich in martial arts".

Among Zheng Fa, Han Cheng and Gao Yuan, Zheng Fa has the worst family background.

As Coach Xu said before, let’s not talk about whether Zheng Fa has talent or not. Even if Zheng Fa is really talented, if he doesn’t have enough to eat every day, his talent will be wasted.

After understanding what his wife meant, his attitude towards Zheng Fa naturally became much colder.

"Okay, Coach Xu, since it's Madam's order, you should take a good look at these people so that I can report back to Madam."

Hearing the name of Madam, the rough and rude Instructor Xu couldn't help but show a respectful look on his face. He stretched out his big hand and pinched Han Cheng's skull in front of him.

"Bone age: seventeen years and two months."

When Zheng Fa heard this, he thought of a question: After five extra years of going back and forth between the two worlds, would his bone age be abnormal?

Although every time I am in another world, the time in this world seems to have stopped.

But he has grown very fast in the past five years. Could this be the reason?

His background was very clear in the Zhao Mansion. If he was found to be in his twenties instead of seventeen, what would they think? Zheng Fa became nervous unconsciously.

Coach Xu's hand wandered over Han Cheng's back.

"Innate bone structure... average." Then he curled his lips and said with a bit of disdain: "But now it's just a low-level qualification!"

Zheng Fa vaguely understood that what Coach Xu meant by qualifications was probably the innate bone structure plus acquired maintenance.

He let go of his hand and said to Han Cheng, who still had an unwilling look on his face: "If you don't eat well, not to mention practicing martial arts, your life span will be affected."

When Han Cheng heard this, he showed a bit of fear and gratitude on his face: "Thank you for your advice, sir."

Coach Xu waved his hand nonchalantly and waved to Gao Yuan who was standing beside him: "Come here."

Zheng Fa had just been standing shoulder to shoulder with Gao Yuan waiting, and at this moment one could see a thin layer of sweat reflecting on this man's forehead.

"Bone age: sixteen years and six months."

"Innate bone structure," Coach Xu suddenly smiled, "It's actually an above-average bone structure? Not bad!"

Hearing this, Gao Yuan's nervousness suddenly turned into surprise, but Han Cheng on the side bit his lower lip.

Butler Wu also nodded with seeming satisfaction.

"The day after tomorrow... have you ever practiced martial arts?"

Zheng Fa saw that Coach Xu's brows were slightly frowned, as if he was unhappy.

Seeing his expression, Gao Yuan replied with some fear: "My father also practiced martial arts and taught me a few farming techniques..."

"Nonsense! You should know that the more you practice martial arts, the higher your food requirements will be. If your family can't afford it, it will ruin your body!"

When it comes to practicing martial arts, according to Master Xu, eating is more important than practicing.

There is no point in discussing a poor foundation.

You are born with good bones, so you have to eat more than others to maintain it.

If you practice martial arts, you should eat more.

This plateau has good innate aptitude and has high requirements for food. If you practice martial arts, you will easily become malnourished...

"Your father also practiced martial arts, how come he doesn't know this taboo?" Coach Xu said with a sullen face, while putting his hand on Gao Yuan's back.

"Huh? He's actually in good shape? His bones aren't damaged."

Gao Yuan bowed and said a little embarrassedly: "My father is highly regarded by the second master, and he usually gives him many rewards."

Got it.

There is a mine at home.

Not to mention Zheng Fa, even Coach Xu had a look of understanding on his face: "Your last name is Gao? The son of the Gao family?"

Gao Yuan nodded.

Coach Xu shrugged and commented: "You have a good father."

Letting go of Gao Yuan, Coach Xu signaled Zheng Fa to step forward.

Zheng Fa was very nervous.

What he was most worried about was that Coach Xu would find out something wrong with his bone age.

Coach Xu had a nonchalant look on his face. Gao Yuan's talent was actually quite rare, so he didn't care that much about Zheng Fa.

As if sensing Zheng Fa's nervousness, he patted Zheng Fa on the shoulder and said, "Don't be afraid. Even if you are afraid, you won't be able to grow even a single bone."

You are really good at comforting people. I am just afraid that I will grow too fast and too much...

"Bone age: seventeen years and six months!"

Hearing this, Zheng Fa felt relieved, but another question also emerged in his mind: What on earth was this time travel?

It can even make the body ignore the passage of time.

"Innate bone structure...excellent!"

A hint of surprise flashed in Coach Xu's eyes, and he couldn't help but exclaimed: "What kind of day is today? A middle-class person came, and also a top-class person came."

Gao Yuan, who had just shown a look of joy, now looked at Zheng Fa with some fear.

"But you..." Master Xu looked up and down at Zheng Fa's clothes and shook his head: "How can we know whether it is a blessing or a curse?"

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There was no need for him to say more, as everyone, including Zheng Fa, understood what he meant.

Zheng Fa doesn't seem to come from a well-off family.

The better the bone structure, the worse it may be.

Gao Yuan's shoulders relaxed slightly.

Even Butler Wu, who had been somewhat displeased with Zheng Fa before, couldn't help looking at Zheng Fa with a hint of regret.

This kid is not only smart, but also has good aptitude for martial arts.

If it were someone else, he might have a bright future.

Now, we can only sigh and say it’s a pity.

Zheng Fa felt Coach Xu's big hand, like a palm-leaf fan, patting his back; his shoulder blades and every part of his spine were touched by him.

I couldn't help feeling a little weird.

When I turned around, I saw that this person was frowning and seemed puzzled.

After a long while, Coach Xu stroked his beard with his right hand, looked at Zheng Fa with scrutiny and asked, "You... also have a good father?"

"My father was a very kind man, but he has been dead for five years."

"Dead?" Coach Xu looked even more confused. "That's right. No one in the Zhao family seems to have heard of any famous Zheng family."

The three people on the side also noticed something was wrong, and Butler Wu asked, "Is he very talented?"

"As for aptitude, his innate bone structure is excellent, which is considered very good. But this kid... eats better than that kid surnamed Gao."

Coach Xu looked strange.

The senior family head of the second branch was also well-known for being favored among the servants in the Zhao residence.

It is obvious at first glance that Zheng Fa does not come from a good family.

How could he be better nourished than on the plateau? Zheng Fa thought of a reason - if time did not pass when he traveled through time, the food he ate would be completely absorbed by him.

So these five years are equivalent to eating fourteen days' worth of meals in seven days.

Although he didn't eat much in seven days in this world, when added up, he still ate much more than others.

What's more, he ate much more than his classmates in the modern cafeteria, and occasionally had a few roast chickens as a snack.

Steward Wu looked at Zheng Fa carefully before asking, "Who is better, Gao Yuan or Zheng Fa?"

Coach Xu looked at him like a fool: "Who is better, top-middle or top-top?"

Butler Wu understood.

He looked a little conflicted: he had thought Zheng Fa was probably the worst among all the people who had done the bone-touching test this time.

This should be what Madam intended.

But now that he was the best one, how could he report this to his wife? It always felt like he was slapping his wife in the face.

He hesitated for a long while before turning to the others and saying, "Wait here for a while. I'll go ask my wife."

(End of this chapter)