Chapter 292: Little Yichen’s talent
Inside a villa house that was at least 1000 acres. There was an archery hall in the southwest area.
Mu Yazhe has devoted himself to cultivate Little Yichen.
When Little Yichen learned to walk, Mu Yazhe sent him to the special training camp to watch the soldier’s training.
Mu Sheng also trained Mu Yazhe’s father like this when he was young. So, every summer, he will throw Little Yichen to the special training camp, to do a special training.
Under Mu Yazhe’s influence, at such a young age, Little Yichen become interested in firearms and martial arts.
At the age of two, while other children were still learning how to speak, Little Yichen who has a pacifier in his mouth, learned how to assemble and disassemble a variety of guns and ammunition. At the age of three, Little Yichen learned a different style of shooting skill.
Mu Sheng was very surprised with this result!
Other children with the same age as him were still trying to speak or obsessing themselves with toys. While talented one, prefer to paint on white paper. However, Little Yichen seems inherited Mu Family’s iron body and obsession in firearms and martial arts.
When Little Yichen turned five, he officially entered the camp. He had different kinds of heavy training. But, he didn’t complain. Instead, he was very excited.
Mu Sheng was very amazed by the fact that this great-grandson was not inferior to Mu Yazhe, but rather, was even better.
So, inside the villa house, not only archery hall exist, but also fencing hall, shooting range hall and martial arts practice hall. Everything was built for Little Yichen.
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At the moment, inside the archery hall.
There was only silence.
It was so quiet to the point that when a needle fell, its sound could be heard.
Little Yichen was handsomely dressed in a protective suit. He was standing upright while holding a heavy bow in his hand. He was holding his breath, and just aiming his arrow intently, at the target that was 100 meters away from him.
*Pshh -* The sound of the arrow seems like mixed with a `spark of thunder. In the next second, the arrow accurately penetrated the heart of the target.
“Young Master… …”
Behind him, the maidservant who waited for a long time, speak the moment he put down the bow. Then, softly continue: “Grandmaster and Madame want you to come and have breakfast.”
Little Yichen who seemed didn’t heard anything, coldly turned around and lazily unloaded his equipment. But after remembering something, he coldly turned around and asked: “Daddy came back last night?”
“Master didn’t come back last night.”
“Oh.”
Little Yichen frowns his eyebrows, but his eyes show a trace of loneliness. While keeping silent, Little Yichen pick up the towel that was handed by the maidservant and wipe the sweat on his face.
“Tell grandpa and mommy that I don’t want to eat. I don’t have any appetite.”
In his cold words, his disappointment was revealed.
The maidservant looked worried and said: “Young master if you won’t have breakfast, the grandmaster will get worried. And not having breakfast is bad for your health.”
“Then send some to my study room.” After he finished, Little Yichen coldly walked away from the archery hall.
The maidservant looked at his cold back and slightly sighed.
The father and son are exactly the same ah.
However, she has no other choice. She had to hurry and report, then send breakfast to the study room as soon as possible.