Having passed both the preliminaries and preliminary rounds successfully, Han Zeyu's journey to the semi-finals is about to begin.
"Husband, I'm so nervous."
Su Shien felt that if he could put down the roasted sweet potato in his hand while speaking, perhaps he would be more credible.
"Did you hear me? I said I was nervous."
"I heard it, I heard it. So how can I relieve the tension?"
"Then give me kisses, hugs, and lifts you up high!"
Su Shien was helpless. Kissing and hugging were fine, but "lifting up high" was really a bit embarrassing.
"Why don't we take off our coats first!"
Han Zeyu glared at him. What did he mean? Did he think he was fat?
Su Shien said seriously, "I want to feel your warmth without any obstacles."
Han Zeyu was shocked. Is this still his husband who used to be prone to motion sickness? Is his driving skill so good now?
"Then I will reluctantly fulfill your small wish!"
Su Shien in the 70kg class, and Han Zeyu in the 60kg class in the snatch.
He lifted it three times with great difficulty, but due to the continuous shaking of his arms, he finally gave up and threw the human barbell back onto the bed.
Han Zeyu jumped up, muttering "My husband, you have worked hard", "Drink some water", and "Relax".
His hands kept moving, and after a series of professional operations, Su Shien immediately hummed with comfort.
"My husband, you must work hard! Our goal is to become a pillar of the country who is both civil and military. My first-rank imperial title is still vacant and waiting for you."
Su Shien turned her face away. Life was too stressful day by day.
He really wanted to ask Han Zeyu, do you think I look like a first-rank imperial official?
How about we change the marriage certificate so that you can marry me and I can be your male wife. That way I won’t have to struggle.
Han Zeyu worked hard to perform a set of peerless magic skills: "Han's Bone Loosening", and beat her man into submission.
"Husband, the finals are in three days. Are you ready to take a sick leave?"
Su Shien nodded wisely and decisively.
If he dared to say that he was not prepared, he would probably go from pretending to be sick to actually being sick. After all, his fragile neck was still in someone's hands.
Compared with Su Shien's ability to judge the situation, Tiezhu, the reckless man, is much more miserable.
He just whispered a few words, so why did his master dare to assert that he would definitely advance to the finals?
These discouraging words that boost others' morale but destroy one's own prestige happened to be heard by Han Zeyu. It was impossible for Tie Hanhan not to get beaten.
Anyone who dares to shake the morale of the army will definitely deserve to be punished.
It was another set of combined punches to relax the muscles and joints, which made Tiezhu scream in pain.
If you ask about Tiezhu's greatest advantage, Zhao Xun will definitely give the most accurate answer, which is that he is shameless.
It turns out that the person who knows you best is always your competitor.
When he went out in the morning, Tiezhu was still crying. When he returned home in the evening, he excitedly said that he wanted to go to the scene to cheer his master up.
The last time Tiezhu and Han Zeyu went to watch the martial arts competition together, Tie Shaochen even had girls cheering for him.
The reason why his master wanted to participate in this competition was because he saw that Tie Shaochen, that vase, also signed up to participate.
Su Shien wondered if there was any necessary connection between them?
Tie Zhu was deeply moved. "Master must have entered the competition to vent his anger on my behalf. I can't be ungrateful. I want to be there in person and cheer for him!"
What a sin! This child is beyond saving.
Su Shien clapped his hands against his conscience: "Tiezhu, your awareness is too high. We will not lose the battle even if we lose the fight. We must overwhelm the opponent with momentum."
The two of them gave passionate morale-boosting speeches at home, but Han Zeyu waited until dark before returning home.
His road to the semi-finals was not as smooth as he had imagined.
The horseback archery competition ranked third, which was the position controlled by Han Zeyu, and finally reached his dominant area.
In the past, we just watched Su Shien control the points, but this time it was finally his turn to show his skills.
Han Zeyu put his hands on his hips, howled in his heart, and shouted wildly: "Who else?!"
If God wants to kill someone, he will first make him crazy. Maybe Han Zeyu was too arrogant, and even God couldn't bear to watch it.
So during the advancement process of equestrian skills and obstacle course competitions, Han Zeyu encountered the biggest stumbling block on his road to success.
Where did you find the judges? This old man is really bad!
Not only did they give him a low score, but they also implied that he was frivolous, reckless, unruly, and ignorant.
It’s okay to talk about him, after all, he does have a wild and unrestrained heart that loves freedom.
But this old man didn't even let a horse go. He was Xiao Hei's action director, so serious! How could he find fault with this?
This is intolerable. I have reached the point where I can no longer endure it. There is no need to endure it anymore.
Tiezhu and his master share the same hatred for the enemy, so why should he endure it? He should be taught a lesson.
Su Shien paused as he picked up the food and said calmly, "How's that judge?"
Han Zeyu waved his hand and said nonchalantly, "It's just a generation gap, I understand. He's old enough to retire home, what can I do to him? I'm a magnanimous person, I won't argue with him."
Su Shien thought to himself, "I don't trust you at all. You didn't even check what time you got home. If you can afford to lose, I'll write my name upside down."
In the evening, Han Zeyu whined and complained about the grievances he had suffered during the day. His intention was very obvious: to give him extra lessons in the evening.
Su Shien didn't want to mess around with him, but the problem had to be solved in the end.
"Where did they invite that referee? Was it from the Taibu Temple?"
Han Zeyu answered without hesitation, "It's said he has no official position, he's just a retired old man, but his son seems to be a Shaoqing somewhere, I think a fourth-rank official, which is higher than your official rank... wait, let me count, um... six levels higher."
Su Shien was helpless: "Actually, there's no need to calculate it in such detail."
Han Zeyu waved his hand. It was rare for him to have an official position that he knew about, so it was necessary to show off.
As for how he knew that, he had to thank Tiezhu for stealing the files.
The files contain introductions to the three institutions: Taibu Temple, Yuanma Temple, and Yumajian.
Speaking of the areas he was familiar with, Han Zeyu's grievances were immediately swept away: "The master may be old, but his heart is young. The backyard is very lively. You don't know that he has several concubines at home..."
Han Zeyu followed the old man after the competition. The source of this groundless malice must be found.
Su Shien snorted coldly: "You still say you didn't do anything, but you know his background very well and know every member of his family like the back of your hand."
Han Zeyu said as a matter of course: "Only by knowing yourself and the enemy can you fight a hundred battles without danger."
Su Shien caught someone who rushed over and asked, "Do you need me to get some information?"
Han Zeyu waved his hand proudly and said, "No need, I can handle it myself, don't worry!"
Su Shien sighed, feeling even more worried. What should he do?
At noon the next day, in the public kitchen of the Hanlin Academy.
After everyone had lunch, Su Shien finally knew what Han Zeyu had done.
Su Shien breathed a sigh of relief. It was just a kick down a wall. Yu Ge'er really went easy on him.
Little did they know that this was just an appetizer, and it was too early to relax...
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