Chapter 201: Coach of the East Route Army and Coach of the West Route Army (Part 1)

"I feel like my hand is going to be useless when I write..."

Su Cheng looked at his slightly trembling right hand and smiled bitterly.

Today was the same as usual. He woke up early in the morning and after breakfast, he stayed in his room and continued his huge work of translating "Zi Zhi Tong Jian".

After writing continuously for more than 2 hours, Su Cheng finally felt waves of overwhelming soreness in his right hand.

I'd better take a rest first...

——Su Cheng made up his mind, put down the quill in his hand, then got up and walked downstairs.

Su Cheng planned to go downstairs to see what Alan and Deng Jiaer were doing, and chat with them while he stopped writing.

However, after arriving at the lobby on the first floor, these two people were nowhere to be seen.

Where have these two little guys gone?

Just as Su Cheng was thinking this, he suddenly heard the sound of knocking wood products and familiar shouts coming from outside the house.

...I seem to know where the two of them are.

Su Cheng thought this while walking slowly towards the small courtyard outside the house.

The mansion owned by Su Cheng and four people also comes with a small courtyard.

After arriving at the small courtyard of his home, Su Cheng saw Alan and Deng Jiaer.

——The two are practicing fighting skills.

No, to be precise, Deng Jiaer should be practicing fighting skills, while Alan is her sparring partner.

Deng Jiaer held a wooden gun and launched a fierce attack on Alan.

And Alan also held a wooden gun in his hand.

Every attack launched by Deng Jiaer was easily blocked or blocked by Alan with his wooden gun.

While easily blocking Deng Jiaer's attack, Alan was able to launch a fierce counterattack.

Moreover, Deng Jiaer basically couldn't stop Alan's counterattack.

Su Cheng, who was standing aside and secretly observing, silently counted the number of times Alan's wooden gun hit Deng Jiaer, and the number of times Deng Jiaer's wooden gun hit Alan.

It was found that in just a few minutes, Alan's wooden gun had touched Deng Jiaer's body nearly 30 times, but Deng Jiaer's wooden gun had never touched Alan once.

If it were in actual combat, Deng Jiaer would have died more than 30 times.

Looking at Alan and Deng Jiaer in the small courtyard, Su Cheng secretly said:

It seems that Deng Jiaer is looking for Alan to practice fighting skills with her again.

Besides reading, what Deng Jiaer usually does most is exercise and practice fighting skills.

Because Deng Jiaer's dream is to become a powerful general, she believes that to realize this dream, a good body and excellent fighting skills are essential.

Therefore, Su Cheng could basically see Deng Jiaer exercising and practicing fighting skills in the small courtyard every day.

Deng Jiaer usually consults Alan for guidance on fighting skills. During practice, she always comes to Alan to be her sparring partner.

Alan, who was usually very busy and had nothing serious to do, was naturally happy to come to consult Deng Jiaer on fighting skills and to be her sparring partner.

According to Alan, Deng Jiaer's foundation was not very bad to begin with. He should have been exercising well and seemed to have some talent in fighting skills, so he improved very quickly.

With Deng Jiaer's unremitting efforts and Alan's guidance and training, according to Alan, Deng Jiaer's current level of fighting skills is considered passable among women of the same age. Among them, Deng Jiaer's spear skills were the best.

"Ah! I give up! I won't practice anymore!"

Deng Jiaer in the courtyard suddenly threw away the wooden gun in his hand and collapsed on the ground, breathing heavily.

"I still can't beat you today, Alan..." Deng Jiaer said in a somewhat disappointed tone.

Looking at Deng Jiaer who gave up, Alan chuckled proudly.

Compared to Deng Jiaer, who was sweating profusely and sitting on the ground gasping for breath, Alan only had a few drops of sweat on his forehead.

"Alan!" Deng Jiaer said urgently,

"Why are your fighting skills so strong? I have been practicing hard for more than half a year, why can't I even touch you?"

"Why is my fighting skill so strong?"

Alan thought for a moment, and then said in a casual tone:

"It should be a matter of talent. I am born with strong physical fitness and an understanding of fighting skills."

"Any weapon, as long as I see someone else use it once, I can master the use of this weapon, and I can use it better than that person."

"And in terms of strength, speed, reaction speed, in short, in terms of physical functions, I am several times stronger than ordinary people."

After listening to Alan's words, Deng Jiaer suddenly showed a look of disappointment on his face, lowered his head slightly, and murmured:

"Talent..."

There was a hint of pain in Deng Jia'er's tone.

at this time--

"Hey, Alan, Deng Jiaer."

——Su Cheng, who had been watching the show silently just now, finally appeared.

"Ah, sir. You are here."

"Huh? Brother, why are you here?"

"I'm here to give you some condolences."

Su Cheng said this in a joking tone while shaking two glasses of water and a towel for wiping sweat in his hands.

After the two stopped practicing just now, Su Cheng silently returned to the house and got 2 glasses of water and a towel to wipe sweat.

"Come on, Deng Jia'er, drink some water and wipe off your sweat."

When they came to the two of them, Su Cheng said this while handing one of the glasses of water and the towel to Deng Jiaer.

"Ah, thank you sir."

Deng Jiaer took the water glass and towel respectfully.

"Here, Alan, it's yours."

After Deng Jiaer took the water glass and towel, Su Cheng handed the remaining glass of water to Alan.

"It's rare, brother, that you took the initiative to stop writing and take a rest without us urging you to rest."

After Alan finished saying this in a half-joking tone, he took the water glass from Su Cheng.

After taking the water glass from Su Cheng, Alan discovered something was wrong.

"Brother... why is it that only Deng Jiaer has a towel to wipe his sweat, but I don't?"

"Huh? What nonsense are you talking about? Why do you need a towel to wipe your sweat? Are you sweating? Hey! Don't wipe the sweat on me!"

"I didn't wipe the sweat on you! Didn't I sweat? I was just making out with my brother!"

After saying that, Alan continued to put his forehead against Su Cheng's clothes, and then rubbed against Su Cheng's clothes.

Just when the two brothers Su Cheng and Alan were having fun as usual——

Bang bang bang!

——There was a knock on the door.

"Huh?" Su Cheng frowned, "Someone is coming..."

After saying that, Su Cheng gently pushed away Alan who was rubbing his clothes in his arms.

At this time, Alan was very obedient and stopped messing around, allowing Su Cheng to gently push her away.

After pushing Alan away, Su Cheng walked towards the door of the mansion.

——Squeak.

After pushing open the door, Su Cheng saw a man dressed as an attendant standing in front of the door.

As soon as the door was opened, the man dressed as an attendant immediately spoke:

"Is this Mr. Su Cheng?"

"Ah, I am." Su Cheng replied.

"His Majesty the Emperor has decreed." The man dressed as an attendant said seriously, "I order you to rush to Baiyang Palace as soon as possible!"