After being reborn, I have seven older sisters.

To date, although Song Chunsheng has learned Luohan Fist from Zhang Wujun, he can only be considered to have just entered the basics at best.

But when he faced the sandbag and used the techniques and palm strikes he had just learned one by one, his moves and momentum really looked like the real thing.

Liu Yan'e and Song Mantun stood to the side watching, both of them grinning from ear to ear.

The couple never expected that Chunsheng would look so good after only a few days of learning kung fu.

Liu Yan'e immediately said to Chunzao and Chunmiao, "Go quickly and fry a few more eggs so that your Junwu brother can have dinner at our house today."

"Okay!"

Chunmiao agreed and was about to turn to go to the kitchen when she heard Zhang Junwu say, "Auntie, we won't be eating at your house today. The militia team has something to do later."

Liu Yan'e smiled and said, "Our meal is already prepared, everything is ready-made. We just need to fry a few more eggs, since you'll have to eat when you get home anyway!"

"Auntie, I really can't today!"

As Zhang Junwu spoke, he glanced at Chunsheng and continued, "We have a mission tonight, I need to make arrangements in advance!"

Chunsheng immediately understood what the task he was referring to was, so he said to his mother, "Mom, how about we reschedule for another day? Junwu and his militia do have a mission tonight. He needs to make arrangements before dark, otherwise it'll be troublesome if nothing is found by then!"

Liu Yan'e was slightly startled and immediately asked, "What kind of mission is it? It sounds so dangerous!"

Chunsheng looked at his mother helplessly and smiled, "It's a confidential mission, so please don't ask. Junwu and the others have stipulated that no one can tell anyone right now!"

"Alright then!"

Mother Liu Yan'e sighed. She felt a little bad that she couldn't invite Zhang Junwu to stay for dinner today.

After Chunsheng saw Zhang Junwu off, he had just returned to his room when his seventh sister, Chunmiao, came over. With a mysterious look on her face, she lowered her voice and asked, "What exactly is this secret mission you mentioned? Tell me quietly, and I won't tell anyone."

As Chunmiao spoke, she brought one ear close to her younger brother Chunsheng's mouth.

Chunsheng was immediately amused, shook his head and said, "I already said it was a classified mission, how could I know!"

"you do not know?"

Chunmiao looked at him with disbelief. "Judging from the tone of your voice just now, I have a feeling you definitely know about this!"

"Hurry up, tell your sister right now, or I won't help you copy the notes!"

"Sis, when did you learn to threaten people?!"

Chunsheng smiled and said, "It's not that I don't want to tell you, I really don't know. If you really want to know, I'll ask Junwu tomorrow morning. If he can tell me, I'll definitely tell you when I get back!"

Chunmiao blinked, still looking incredulous. "You really don't know?"

"I really don't know. If I did, would I have kept it from you?"

"Alright! I'll trust you this once!"

Actually, Chunsheng didn't really want to hide the fact that Junwu had led the militia to stake out the place at night. He was just worried that telling Seventh Sister about it would frighten her.

After all, Seventh Sister Chunmiao is still just a naive young girl. It's best to keep her from knowing things if possible, and there's no need to burden her with that kind of meaningless pressure.

Just as Chunsheng was about to have dinner with his family, Song Guangliang suddenly arrived, saying that he had just come over from school to exercise.

But as soon as he saw Chunsheng and his family preparing to eat, he immediately turned around and left, saying he would come back tomorrow.

Chunsheng immediately stopped him, "It's alright, Guangliang. You practice yours, we'll eat ours, we won't bother each other!"

A little embarrassed, Song Guangliang asked, "Are you really alright?"

"You're really fine, go ahead and practice!"

As Chunsheng spoke, he put his arm around Song Guangliang's shoulder and walked towards the backyard.

As soon as Song Guangliang entered the backyard, he immediately saw the large sandbag hanging on the crooked jujube tree.

He darted over in a flash, staring at the sandbag in shock, and asked Chunsheng, "Where did you get this? I don't remember it being here a couple of days ago!"

"Junwu just brought it over!"

"Oh, really?"

As Song Guangliang spoke to Chunsheng, his eyes were filled with envy. "Zhang Junwu is so good to you!"

Chunsheng joked, "He's my master, of course he'll treat me better!"

Song Guangliang nodded, then asked, "Does he... still take on apprentices?"

"I really didn't know!"

Chunsheng shook his head.

At this moment, Song Guangliang asked with a puzzled look, "I heard that many people in the militia wanted to learn martial arts from him, but he wouldn't teach them. How did you manage to get him to teach you?"

Chunsheng pondered for a moment and explained, "Actually, it wasn't me who asked him to teach me. I don't have that much influence."

"Who is that?" Song Guangliang asked, his eyes wide with curiosity.

"He's my sixth brother-in-law. He's also the militia captain. He and Junwu often train together, and they have a good relationship, so..."

"Oh, I see!"

Song Guangliang sighed, clearly disappointed; he didn't have a brother-in-law who was the militia captain.

He had originally thought that as long as he gave Zhang Junwu some gifts or had his family spend some money, he could learn martial arts from him. Now it seems that there is no hope at all.

But then he thought again that if he really wanted to learn martial arts from Zhang Junwu, he would have to get out of bed at 6 a.m. every day. Chunsheng could do it, but he might not be able to.

So, if he can't learn it, he can't learn it. Once Chunsheng learns it, he can teach him.

Soon, Song Guangliang picked up two brick dumbbells and started practicing under the wooden shed in the backyard.

Chunsheng had taught him how to use the stone weights and brick dumbbells a couple of days ago, and he hadn't forgotten them.

So even if Chunsheng isn't there, he can still practice on his own.

Chunsheng originally planned to go to the backyard to watch Song Guangliang train after he finished eating, so that he could help correct any incorrect training postures he found.

To his surprise, he had only eaten two cornbreads and hadn't even taken a sip of the hot porridge in front of him when he saw Song Guangliang walking out of the back gate, covered in sweat, saying that he had finished practicing.

Chunsheng quickly stood up. "You finished practicing so quickly? I was just saying I'd practice with you again later!"

Song Guangliang waved his hand, panting, and said, "I really can't do it today, I'm exhausted. Let's practice together tomorrow."

After he finished speaking, he was about to turn and leave when he suddenly asked Chunsheng, "By the way, are you going to school tomorrow?"

"Go on, I still have to go to school to hand in my essay! The reason I skipped class and rushed back today is because I have to write my essay at home!"

"Okay, see you tomorrow!"

After finishing his sentence, Song Guangliang left without turning his head.

After Song Guangliang left, Song Mantun, who was eating, said to his family with some confusion, "Yougen looks quite robust, but why does he seem less healthy than our Chunsheng? He's only been practicing for half the time it takes to eat a meal, and he's already so tired!"

"Maybe they're hungry!"

Liu Yan'e chimed in, "Don't let the kids' sitting around all day in class fool you; it's not much easier than us working in the fields!"