Chapter 25 Two Strokes Zheng Fa looked at the Seventh Young Master's face, the expression on his face was more of amusement. Glancing at the silent Zheng Fa, the Seventh Young Master stood up, clapped his hands lazily and said, "You two can discuss it. I'll come back later." What he said was to discuss it, but Zheng Fa and Gao Yuan understood that he was basically saying, "Let's have a fight and see." The Seventh Young Master walked out of the study leisurely. Zheng Fa and Gao Yuan stood there without moving. No one spoke either. Zheng Fa turned his head and looked out the window, thinking about the Seventh Young Master's intentions. To him, it made no difference whether there was one servant or two servants, but to Zheng Fa and Gao Yuan, the difference between the two would completely tear apart their shaky relationship. To him, this matter was probably just like throwing a bone to two dogs and letting them fight over it. Just for fun.
"You can stay." While Zheng Fa was thinking, he suddenly heard Gao Yuan speak in a low voice. "Ok?" Zheng Fa was really surprised by this sentence. He turned to look at Gao Yuan. The expression on the other's face was somewhat self-deprecating and gloomy. Gao Yuan didn't look at him, but just looked at the bookshelf full of books. "In fact, if we really have to choose a book boy, it should be you." He said calmly: "You are more talented than me, whether it is martial arts or studying." Zheng Fa shook his head. To be honest, when it comes to talent, if it weren't for Hyundai, it would be hard to say that he is better than Gao Yuan. What's more, would someone like the Seventh Young Master care about the talent of his servant? "I'm injured." Gao Yuan's next sentence made Zheng Fa understand why he suddenly gave up. "It's funny, I wanted to argue with you." Gao Yuan said with some self-mockery in his tone: "You learned the basics of Songhe Zhuang in just three days, but I practiced for three hours or even four hours every day without listening to my father's advice. Now my leg tendons are injured, and I need to recuperate for half a year before I can practice again." "So, I'm not letting you, I just don't want to humiliate myself anymore." Gao Yuan's eyes finally turned to Zheng Fa. There was some pain in his eyes, but also a hint of relief. Zheng Fa prepared to speak. Gao Yuan interrupted him: "Don't feel sorry for me. Even if I go home, my father will still have plans for me. If you really go home, you will have nothing." Zheng Fa: ...Very good, you are very good at persuading people. When the Seventh Young Master came in, he looked between Zheng Fa and Gao Yuan with curiosity. It seemed as if he was trying to find out whether the two of them had taken action. What disappointed him a little was that the two men had calm faces, neat clothes, and the atmosphere between them was even more harmonious than before.
"How did you two discuss this?" "Seventh Young Master, I am not very knowledgeable, so I volunteer..." "slow!" The Seventh Young Master raised his hand and interrupted Gao Yuan. "Who said you guys can decide who stays and who goes?" "..." "Of course I choose my own servant!" He looked at the two of them, his eyes narrowed, as if he was having fun toying with people: "Actually, if you two had fought just now, maybe I would have enjoyed watching it and let you both stay." "Now, Master, the good show I wanted to watch is over, and I'm very unhappy." He sat on the chair in front of the desk with his legs crossed: "Why don't you two get out together!" "You!" The Seventh Young Master narrowed his eyes and looked at Gao Yuan: "You haven't mastered the Songhe Posture yet, right? No, is your leg injured?" He glanced at Gao Yuan's legs and saw it at a glance. Gao Yuan whispered, "Yes." "You seem to have good talent?" The Seventh Young Master turned to look at Zheng Fa: "You have mastered the Songhe Posture in just three days." This person usually seemed to say little to Zheng and Fa, but he really knew everything about them. "Even Master Xu said you are a talent and wants to take you as his apprentice." The Seventh Young Master tapped his fingers on the desk and smiled, "But Songhe Zhuang is too weak, and you started practicing martial arts too late. If you want to stay with me, you are not qualified." Zheng Fa didn't even know that Coach Xu wanted to take him in as his apprentice. The Seventh Young Master stood up and walked around Zheng Fa and Gao Yuan. "One has a broken leg, and the other can only use two or three punches and kicks..." He shook his head and suddenly said, "Gao Yuan!" "exist!" "I don't think highly of him. I'll give you another chance! Didn't you get the talisman that the idiot secretly copied down before? What do you think of it?" "Seventh Young Master..." Gao Yuan's face turned pale. He didn't expect that the Seventh Young Master even knew about this. He might even have known about the fact that the book boy had secretly copied the talismans he had been studying all day. Now Zheng Fa had a guess in his mind that those pictures might have been leaked intentionally by the Seventh Young Master. "If you can learn something from this, don't just say your leg is injured. Even if you are a cripple and a fool, I will keep you by my side!" The look in the Seventh Young Master's eyes was one of rare seriousness. Zheng Fa knew that he really cared about this thing. The Seventh Young Master picked up the rune book that he always carried with him from the desk, opened it, and placed the familiar patterns in front of Gao Yuan.
He spread out paper and pen and gestured to Gao Yuan. "You've been watching for so many days, what have you figured out?" Gao Yuan looked at him, his face full of expression, some desire, but more of helplessness. He knew that as long as he could show a little talent in this area, he would be able to stay. but…… "I am stupid..." Gao Yuan didn't even pick up the pen, he just lowered his head. "Stupid!" The Seventh Young Master shook his head, somewhat uninterested: "You two..." Zheng Fa suddenly took a step forward and picked up the brush in front of Gao Yuan. "Ok?" The Seventh Young Master frowned and looked at Zheng Fa. He knew very well that Gao Yuan had studied those pictures for several days. But this Zheng Fa...he just took a few glances at him! On the white paper in front of Zheng Fa, he picked up a pen and drew the two patterns that Teacher Bai had given him. Gao Yuan watched from the side. Zheng Fa only wrote two very simple strokes, which seemed to have nothing to do with the original complicated drawings. Just drawing randomly? But as soon as he saw the Seventh Young Master's face, he knew it was not the case! The Seventh Young Master frowned and stared at the tip of Zheng Fa's pen, as if it showed him something he had not expected. After a long while, he shifted his gaze from the paper to Zheng Fa's face. "Did you figure that out yourself?" His voice sounded a little sharp for some reason. Even Gao Yuan could see that the two patterns drawn by Zheng Fa must have a great origin. He couldn't help but smile bitterly in his heart: It turns out that I was a little too sentimental... Maybe Zheng Fa really didn't need me to give in. "No." Zheng Fa put down his pen and drew as if he was just casually. "Who taught you?" the Seventh Young Master asked hurriedly. "No one taught me. This is something that Brother Gao and I studied together." Zheng Fa smiled and looked at Gao Yuan standing beside him: "Right." "Ah?" Gao Yuan looked at Zheng Fa in a daze. "Oh?" The Seventh Young Master narrowed his eyes and stared at Zheng Fa for a long time. Suddenly, he said to Gao Yuan, "Go and bring me my lunch. Oh, and give him an extra portion!" He pointed at Zheng Fa. Gao Yuan looked at Zheng Fa hesitantly, and only got up and went out when he saw Zheng Fa nodded. (End of this chapter)