Chapter 95: Can an old man teach me martial arts?

Hearing Qiao Sheng say that, Shi Qi glanced at her and left.

Na Lan Ruo Lan stamped her foot in frustration. She wanted to think of a way to help him find a wife, but he, on the contrary, not only doesn't make an effort, he doesn't even seize the chance!

He came to his senses.

Na Lan Ruo Lan laughed and said to Qiao Sheng, "Qiao Sheng, don't judge Shi Qi by his cold exterior; he's actually a good person, the type who's cold outside but warm inside."

Hmm.

Qiao Sheng nodded and didn't say anything else.

After that, business at Qiao Sheng's restaurant improved even more than before; those who envied their restaurant temporarily dared not act rashly.

In the blink of an eye, it was late August.

That afternoon, a luxurious carriage entered Wu Tong Zhen from the North City Gate; instead of stopping in town, it went straight to Feng's Private School.

Jin'er, wake up, we've arrived!

Shi Lin reached out and patted his nephew, who was sleeping on the couch.

Shi Jin was awakened by him and sat up, uneasy.

If it were anyone else, he would have already started scolding.

But the person in front of him was Shi Lin.

Though he felt uneasy, he didn't dare to scold.

Shi Jin pouted and said with a grievous expression, "Third Uncle, I haven't slept well yet; can you let me sleep a little longer?"

As he spoke, he was about to lie down again.

Shi Lin grabbed him and said, "What sleep? Do you not need to sleep at night?"

He didn't bother with that and directly lifted Shi Jin down.

Stand properly!

Shi Lin shouted, loosened Shi Jin's collar, raised his hand, and knocked on the gate of Feng's Private School.

Feng Qingyang was teaching Xiao Shitou and the others at that moment; he couldn't hear the commotion outside. As for Shi Qi, he was asleep and didn't hear it either.

Shi Lin knocked for a while before someone came to open the door; it was Na Lan Ruo Lan who opened it.

Na Lan Ruo Lan had also been sleeping earlier; she had just woken up a bit ago. She had just been watering the flowers with the household servants when she suddenly heard knocking outside; it took her a while to reach the door.

Shi Lin, how did you come here?

Shi Lin laughed and said, "Granny Na Lan, I wouldn't come without a reason. This is my elder brother's son, Shi Jin; he's actually quite smart normally, just doesn't like studying, so my elder brother thought to have him study with Grandpa Feng for a while."

Upon hearing that.

Shi Jin raised his voice and said, "Study with Grandpa Feng? Third Uncle, you said you were sending me to learn martial arts—can an old man teach me martial arts? Are you deceiving me?"

Smack.

Shi Jin's head took a blow.

Shi Lin said sternly, "Grandpa Feng, is that what you called him? Grandpa Feng is what I and your father call him; if you're going to call him, well, you should now call him Master. Don't judge by his age—he's actually more formidable than your grandfather!"

Shi Jin didn't dare say anything else.

Na Lan Ruo Lan coughed and said, "Shi Lin, I can't decide on this matter; wait while I go fetch Grandpa Feng for you."

A quarter of an hour passed.

Feng Qingyang arrived, and as soon as he came, his gaze fell on Shi Jin.

Though only six years old, Shi Jin was quite tall, a head taller than his peers. He wore a black martial arts outfit today, his whole body exuding a hint of wildness—at a glance, he was not a child easily disciplined.

Feng Qingyang was sizing up Shi Jin, and Shi Jin was also sizing him up.

They had never met before; neither knew the other.

Grandpa Feng.

Shi Lin greeted him, then had his nephew call him Master.

Feng Qingyang raised his hand: "Wait."

(End of Chapter)