Chapter 24 Jealousy

Coach Xu just said it casually, and immediately knew it was impossible.

The origin of Zheng Fa is clear and innocent.

Even the tonic that Gao Yuan drinks every day is very costly. With the financial resources of Gao Yuan's family, it is already difficult to support Gao Yuan alone.

Why add Zheng Fa? Gao Yuan is his biological son, who are you, Zheng Fa?

Not to mention Gao Yuan's father, even if Coach Xu really accepted Zheng Fa as his disciple in the future, he would not be willing to spend so much money on training him.

Zheng Fa stood in the stance for a long time, but did not hear any comments from Coach Xu. He opened his eyes a little confused, and saw Coach Xu looking at him with a complicated look.

This look is like the surprise and helplessness of someone who smashed open a piggy bank and found a huge sum of money inside that did not belong to him.

Coach Xu was silent for a long time before he spoke: "It seems that you not only have a good physique, but also a good understanding."

Zheng Fa looked displeased after hearing this.

He himself knew how he achieved such a fast cultivation speed.

His comprehension was probably pretty good, at least he didn't feel any difficulty in practicing Songhe Posture, but it was definitely not as good as Coach Xu thought.

What really allowed him to surpass the plateau was the seven days of modern training and the relatively adequate nutrition in modern times.

Seeing him so calm, Coach Xu nodded slightly, and felt that this boy's character was more precious.

The more this happened, the more he valued Zheng Fa's talent, and the more he feared that Zheng Fa would show even a hint of arrogance.

"Hey! When I said you're good, I was talking about ordinary people. You should know that Songhezhuang is just an entry-level stance. You've just started learning martial arts!" He couldn't help but start to criticize Zheng Fa: "You should know that there has never been a lack of geniuses in my Xuanwei world. It's not uncommon to learn Songhezhuang in three days!"

After saying this, he winked at the disciples behind him.

The young men standing behind him immediately followed.

"Yes, I mastered the art in just five days! Although I'm not as good as you, Songhe Posture is very simple!"

“…”

Coach Xu looked at him and vaguely remembered that this kid had an above-average physique and it took him half a month to get started.

"It's just three days to get started. It also took me three days! It's no big deal."

Coach Xu looked at this disciple who had only been a student for half a month and patted his chest with a calm expression.

“I…I…” The disciple who spoke first, Master Xu’s nephew, held out a finger, thought for a moment, and then, feeling a little embarrassed, held out another finger: “Two days! I started learning in two days!”

The others looked at him with contempt in their eyes.

This guy is really good at bragging! Who doesn't know that you used it for ten days? "Hey, did you see it?" Coach Xu coughed lightly, not daring to look at the group of disciples, and turned to look at Zheng Fa seriously: "These are still my least talented disciples."

Several young men looked at Coach Xu's dark face without blushing.

There was only one sentence in his eyes: It has to be you! Zheng Fa felt a little weird. After all, his physique was considered top-notch by Coach Xu, and he still had seven days of modern training to do.

How come I am not as good as these few people? But on second thought, there are immortals in this Xuanwei world after all.

The best bones might just be ordinary?

What's more, he really didn't expect Coach Xu to have such "good intentions".

After assessing the two men's progress in martial arts, Coach Xu let them go.

When saying goodbye to Coach Xu, Zheng Fa noticed that Gao Yuan, who was standing next to him, looked depressed and did not wait for him when he left. Zheng Fa followed him and walked side by side with him. Gao Yuan's eyes were fixed on the pebbles on the ground without even looking at him.

Zheng Fa sighed softly in his heart.

Gao Yuan is not a bad person, but he has always been comparing himself with himself intentionally or unintentionally.

In today's test, I have already mastered the Songhe Posture, which may be a bit of a blow to him. From the side of his eyes that he glanced at me, Zheng Fa could vaguely see some jealousy.

…

When it was almost time for lunch, Gao Yuan went out as usual.

Zheng Fa silently recited a modern science text in the room for a while, but when the sun passed the center of the sky and began to tilt, Gao Yuan, who usually brought back meals at this time, had not returned yet.

It was not until two hours later that Gao Yuan, sweating profusely, slowly walked back to their residence.

He came back empty-handed and did not bring any food for Zheng Fa.

Zheng Fa looked at his sunburned face and the beads of sweat on his forehead and realized that he had gone to practice martial arts again, this time longer and harder than before.

As for lunch...

Zheng Fa didn't ask, but he knew that the other party would not bring it to him again.

He stood up and walked towards the door. Gao Yuan looked at him with complicated eyes. When the two passed by each other, Zheng Fa stopped and said, "Thank you."

"Um?"

Gao Yuan was a little confused.

"Thank you for helping me with meals these days."

Zheng Fa's expression was sincere, but Gao Yuan's face looked even more uncomfortable.

"It's no big deal. I won't..."

"We should also thank those before us." Zheng Fa said seriously.

“…”

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Zheng Fa smiled at Gao Yuan and walked out of the door. He could feel Gao Yuan's eyes staring at his back.

He found his way to the Zhao Mansion's big kitchen. It was already late for lunch.

"Why are you here so late?" the chef in the kitchen asked him a little impatiently.

Zheng Fa smiled at the other party sheepishly and explained, "Something delayed me."

"Here, these are the only dishes left. Who told you not to come earlier?"

Zheng Fa looked at the rice and dishes he handed to him.

The rice was cold, and the vegetables were all green, limp, lifeless leaves, without even a speck of minced meat.

Zheng Fa didn't say anything. He took the food, found an empty corridor, sat on the railing, and slowly put the food into his mouth while looking at the red glow in the sky.

In the next few days, Gao Yuan really stopped bringing him food.

Zheng Fa discovered that the food provided by the big kitchen was not as good as the food Gao Yuan had brought him before.

Not only is there a lot less meat than before.

Moreover, the appearance is not as good as before, and the taste is far worse.

Zheng Fa understood it immediately. After all, Gao Yuan was the son of the housekeeper and had his own status in the kitchen.

The meals he brought might have been prepared by the chef in the big kitchen.

As for yourself?

As the Seventh Young Master's servant, he certainly wouldn't go hungry, but with the special care he had received before, that would have been impossible.

…

Early that morning, Zheng Fa and Gao Yuan were still "standing as punishment" at the door of the Seventh Young Master's study.

The Seventh Young Master was still in the study, looking at the book filled with so-called spells. When he seemed tired, he raised his eyes and looked towards Zheng Fa and the others, his eyes slightly narrowed, as if he had discovered something interesting.

"You two come in!"

Zheng Fa and the other man looked at each other, not knowing why the Seventh Young Master suddenly called them today.

"Are you two... breaking up?"

The Seventh Young Master looked like he was just watching a show. Gao Yuan pursed his lips and said nothing.

Zheng Fa's expression did not change.

"That's just right. I thought about it and it's not a good idea to ask you two to go away together. I still need a servant by my side!" The Seventh Young Master smiled and stretched out a finger: "Remember, it's a servant. If you two are too close, I won't have the heart to do that!"

Zheng Fa clearly heard Gao Yuan's breathing quicken a little, and then he clenched his fists lightly.

Looking at the Seventh Young Master again, the smile on his face became even more wicked.

(End of this chapter)