Insufficient balance

  Who would have thought that such a beautiful hand could tightly grasp the handle of a flower gun, and who would have thought that such a slender figure could persist for so long.

  Those slender fingers, although stained with henna, now had some blue veins visible on the delicate hand.

  The beautiful body and the flower gun formed a shape like the Chinese character "with".

  "Yuer, hold on, there's just a little bit of fragrance left!"

  Shu Yiner bit her red lips hard, enduring the soreness that came from her legs and waist. But the long, heavy white wax rod in her hand, which seemed as heavy as a mountain, was about to drain her last bit of strength.

  "Yu'er, no!"

  As the four words came out, Zhao Fubo turned out from behind Shu Yiner's body. At this moment, he emitted that kind of temperament that occasionally appeared, which made Shu Yiner admire him the most.

  Look at him with his hands behind his back, he really has a teacher's demeanor.

  "If he were to ride the flying fire and hold up that large spear..."

  Thinking of this made Shu Yu'er's heart sweet, and somehow her arms were no longer sore, nor were her legs tired.

  These days, Shu Yuner, who often came to "urge" Zhao Fubo to read books, liked to linger in this "Science and Technology Park".

  Now Jack and that talkative Abdul-Jemal are not here, they are on their way to Ziyun Zhuang, in addition to collecting debts, they also want to buy back a batch of slaves.

  "Teacher Martin is indeed good at making money!"

  As soon as she thought of milk candy, Shu Yu'er couldn't help but feel a little angry.

  "That stinky thing, wants me to eat those things..."

  What was on her mind, however, was conveyed to Zhao Fubo through a pair of wonderful eyes. In those beautiful eyes, there was no resentment, but rather a deep affection.

  Who would have thought that he, who was usually dazed and confused, suddenly glared with his eyes wide open and let out a loud roar.

  "Listen carefully!"

  Always spoiled and willful Shu Yuner was startled by Zhao Fubo's sudden shout, and all the affection in her heart instantly dissipated.

  "Hmph, stinky and sleepy, don't know why I came here... Ah yo, my arm!... In a moment, I won't be able to hold on..."

  When Shu Yu'er finished her task with a fragrant sweat all over her body, Zhao Fu Bo, who had just been serious and solemn, suddenly turned into another person.

  "Hehe, Yu'erguan is tired, come quickly and sit down to rest. These fruits have been iced in the well water since early morning..."

  Shu Yu'er, who was still somewhat annoyed at Zhao Fubo's excessive severity, couldn't bring herself to vent her anger in the face of his smiling face.

  She had no choice but to sit on the stool Zhao Fubo had just used to supervise her, blinking her eyes and pouting her red lips, thinking in her heart whether she should give that stinky blind man a good scolding.

  But when Zhao Fubo handed her a refreshing fruit with a thoughtful gesture, Shu Yiner's anger was all gone.

  "Hmph, you scoundrel! Why aren't you yelling at me now? Go ahead and yell a couple of times, it'll calm my nerves too!"

  Zhao Fu was called a rascal by Shu Yu'er, but he didn't get angry at all, just like when he used to deal with Xiao Hei Tan. No matter how outrageous it was, Zhao Fu wouldn't get angry, after all, she was his own person.

  "Heh heh, who made you the one I care about the most? Originally there were two, but unfortunately Xiao Hei Tan... If I don't treat you well, then who else would I treat well?"

  The two words "most intimate" made Shu Yu'er's ears turn red.

  She couldn't understand why Zhao Fu Bo would say such cheesy words today, but the comfort in her heart made it unnecessary to say anything more.

  When Zhao Fu said "Little Black Coal... only you are left...", he couldn't help but think of the evening when Little Black Coal left, and the words Zhao Fu had spoken then. His heart ached, and he almost shed tears again.

  At this time, he no longer thought about making Zhao Fubo look good, but instead shifted the topic to one side.

  "I know you scold me for my own good, but... just say it, I'll see if I can do the things you want me to do! And that teacher Martin doesn't even know what he's teaching you, turning you into this little rascal."

  She raised her eyes and gave Zhao Fubo a clever glance. After so many years of getting along, what thoughts did Zhao Fubo have that she couldn't see through at a glance?

  For Zhao Fubo's change, he glared at Teacher Martin, who was stroking his beard and looking this way.

  Martin saw he was discovered, hastily turned himself around and continued with what he was doing on the table.

  Zhao Fubo was seen through by Shu Yu'er, and he smiled awkwardly, with a look that really seemed like that of a little thief who had been caught red-handed.

  "Actually... actually..."

  Zhao Fu Bo said these words while staring straight at Martin.

  "You don't need to look at him, just tell me the truth. Hmph! What tricks are you trying to play in front of me?"

  When speaking, Yao's nose wrinkled up with a look as if saying "it's easy for you to deceive girls".

  "Alas, Teacher Martin, I really can't put it politely, so I'll just say it straight out!"

  At this time, Martin had already been scared away by Shu Yu'er and naturally didn't respond again. Zhao Fu Bo then went straight to the point and explained their thoughts clearly.

  "I want that gun!"

  "This..."

  Shu Yu'er didn't expect that what Zhao Fu Bo brought up would be such a difficult thing to do. That large spear, although its origin is unknown, has been placed there and no one knows how to use it.

  But Shu Yuner knew that the large spear, in San Niang's eyes, was extremely precious. Every year, it would only be taken out and placed there on the day of the martial arts competition, and it could also be considered a family heirloom.

  No one had expected that Zhao Fubo would pick up that gun that day, nor did anyone expect him to actually use it.

  After that, the big gun was also put away at this moment, and even Shu Yuner didn't know where it was placed. At this moment, Zhao Fubo thought of getting that gun, but it was a thousand times difficult thing to do.

  Seeing Shu Yiner's embarrassed expression, Zhao Fubo hastily told her the entire plan.

  "Teacher Martin wants me to win this martial arts competition at all costs because..."

  "Do you want to win the championship in the martial arts competition? Are you really..."

  When Shu Yu'er heard Zhao Fu's plan, she couldn't help but feel a wave of excitement. Why was that?

  At the martial arts competition held by the Zhao family every season, Zhao Fubo had never lost in literary matters. As for martial arts, naturally, the eldest son who was taken care of by someone would also never lose.

  In the past, Zhao Fubo only sought to pass, and never thought of winning. Therefore, Shu Yiner, who knew the inside story, actually looked up to this clever and brave Zhao Erlang.

  However, if he continued to lose like that, Shu Yu'er was worried that she had misused her feelings and they were still weighing on her mind.

  If this time the scale includes the whole city, even including foreign warriors' trials. If Zhao Fubo can really win, then his martial arts are not as good as Dalang's, and this statement will naturally collapse.

  As for Dalang getting the first place in the martial arts competition, Shuying had never thought of it. After all, people within the Zhao family were nothing to worry about, but what about foreign warriors?

  What can't be said to others is that in Shu Yun'er's small heart, she only wishes Zhao Fu would really win. Then maybe after a few years, he could become a well-rounded hero with both literary and martial skills.

  If it were so, even if she couldn't manage the household, Shu Yu'er would still be overjoyed.

  "I understand, Erlang you just focus on practicing your martial arts well, no matter what I will find a way to help you get that big gun, even if..."

  Just as she was about to say something important, Zhao Fubo handed her a snow-white puppy.

  "Yu'er, no! It's best if you can get it in your hands, but I don't want anything to happen to you. You know that now there's only you... I'm going to practice shooting, let's talk again at dinner time!"

  It was only natural that when Zhao Fubo said those words, the aura emanated from his body once again. Shu Yiner didn't know what to call that aura, but she just liked it in her heart.

  Especially when she knew, "You are mine..." afterwards, it would naturally be that "most beloved one", and her heart was even more filled with joy.

  As she watched Zhao Fu's back, her hand naturally fell onto the soft back of the kitten in her arms.

  "He's finally come around, isn't he? Ah, if only he were a bit smarter, that would be even better!"

  "Meeeeoow..."

  Shu Yu'er's belly suddenly arched up, stretched out a lazy waist, and then her snow-white little paws kept "washing her face".

  "Oh no......, don't be naughty, you little rascal. Alright, alright, I'll take you to have a bath, be good..."

  Like all the little girls, Shu Yu'er was extremely fond of that Miao Miao in her arms. Often making others guess, did she treat this Miao Miao as that silly and foolish one?

  In the tech park, however, Martin's most welcome "invention" was actually a very simple thing - hot water.

  It's just a large copper tub, placed on the roof to bask in the sun. The strong sunlight here will make the water in the tub hot by afternoon. What could be more comfortable than taking a bath in hot water after practicing martial arts all day?

  Little John, who had been serving as a servant beside him, seemed to have his teeth acidified by Shu Yu's words. He opened his mouth and looked like he had drunk two liters of vinegar.

  Looking at Shu Yu'er's back, she shook her head with a very feminine gesture.

  Even softly learning Shu Yu'er's intimate appearance with Xiao Mianmian, she called out a sentence.

  "Oh no...... Don't allow it......"

  Then rolled her eyes and put on a look of "daze" that she couldn't bear in life.

  Martin, who had been quietly watching this human tragedy all along, shook his head and decided to continue back to his own work.

  At this moment, he who writes and draws every day has already had a very thick book. It is full of various texts and pictures.

  But he was not satisfied, every day after teaching a few young people, he was always working on something that no one could understand.

  Before work, he gazed at Shu Yiner walking towards the bathroom with a swaying waist and quietly told himself something.

  "This is a clever and resourceful girl, it shouldn't be difficult for her to get hold of a big gun... Should I also ask her to attend class? Otherwise, who can I entrust these things to?"

  When he said these words, his eyes fell on that thick book again!