C13 Carry Your Bag to School

13. Carry the bag to the school

The next morning, Mu Fan woke up early in excitement. According to the thinking on Earth, Mu Fan was going to school on his first day, so he couldn't be late.

Mu Fan already thought he woke up early, but when he finished washing up, Mu Fan's mother had already brought a bowl of bird nest to Mu Fan's room: "Fan, today is your first day in the inner hall. Come, eat something first, don't be hungry anymore."

Pitiful parents, thinking that his mother would get up to cook for him before dawn, Mu Fan's eyes became moist.

"What's wrong? Fan, is there something wrong with you? Or don't you want to eat bird's nest? "If you want anything to eat, just say it. Mother will cook it for you again." Nangong Yun looked at the mist in her son's eyes and asked caringly.

"No, no, it's nothing. The bird's nest is very delicious." With that, Mu Fan started gulping down the wine.

Nangong Yun watched her son eat so sweetly, her eyes filled with maternal love. "Foolish child, eat slowly. No one will fight with you for it. "

"It's great to have a father and a mother!" Mu Fan said in his heart.

Mu Fan, who was an orphan in his previous life, naturally couldn't enjoy his parents' daily living of going to and from school. After his death, he unexpectedly managed to enjoy this warm family, "Maybe, for me in my previous life, dying is a release." Thinking of this, Mu Fan's heart became much clearer and more comfortable.

The inner hall was actually just a type of address. In the Maple Tree Ridge, the place where the younger generation of the descendants of the Mu gathered to train was called the inner hall. It was also the only place in Maple Tree Ridge where magic techniques and martial skills were publicly taught. However, this so called publicity was only for the people of the Mu Family. If ordinary people wanted to cultivate martial skills, it would depend on whether or not they could be accepted as disciples by the experts.

Here, there were the most outstanding martial arts training teachers and magic instructors in Maple Tree Ridge, and they also gathered the fresh blood of the entire young generation of the Mu Family. The people who trained here were basically all young children, the oldest among them were not even 15, and the youngest was only 6.

Now, Mu Fan and his parents were standing outside the inner hall.

"Fan, you have to be polite to the teacher when you enter later. "Also, this is plum soup, it can cool the heat. This is red date soup, it can recover your strength. This is."

Mu Fan had a long string of bottles hanging on his body. The bottles were all filled with the soup made by Nangong Yun personally for Mu Fan. The bottles were tied up by a string and then wrapped around Mu Fan's body.

"Aiya, I say, Fan's mother. Fan is only going to train for a day, not to fight in the front lines. Is there a need to exaggerate so much?" Mu Tieh twitched his mouth at the side and said unhappily. He thought that if he let Mu Fan carry so many things inside, he would definitely suffer.

Nangong Yun heard Mu Tieh's words and was unhappy, so she retorted, "I don't know who it is, not even going to court early. In the end, he's still the head of the country, but he actually came like a chicken nanny to send a child to school. It's so funny."

"You!" Mu Tieh's face turned red the moment he heard Nangong Yun's words, "What morning assembly? Every day is just like that. Just ask someone to deal with it."

As the recent few years of Maple Tree Ridge had been smooth sailing and the small countries with Mu Fan's great-grandfather supporting them did not dare to invade, Mu Tieh had indeed been very idle in the recent years.

"Alright. Father, Mother, stop fighting. I'm going in. " With that, Mu Fan turned around and walked into the inner hall.

"I wonder if Mu Hao and the other kids are among them." Mu Hao was Mu Fan's playmate before the age of five. Judging by his age, he should be here as well.

Walking through the door of the inner hall, Mu Fan saw a vast square, where children of different heights were lined up in horse stance, while a middle-aged man with a teacher's appearance was walking back and forth between them.

"Hands up!"

"Straighten your waist!"

"Hold on!" We will be done in half an hour! "

The teacher called out as he walked, occasionally straightening the stance of the student's horse with his hand.

Suddenly, the teacher noticed Mu Fan and said to everyone, "You guys continue, don't be lazy!" Then, he walked towards Mu Fan.

"You're called Mu Fan, right?" The middle-aged man asked Mu Fan.

"Yes, Teacher." Mu Fan replied respectfully.

Hearing Mu Fan's address, the middle-aged man nodded in satisfaction and said, "From now on you can just call me Teacher Hammer, okay?"

"Yes, Teacher Hamel." Mu Fan's attitude was still respectful. With his previous life's experience, Mu Fan was clear on the principle of respecting one's teachers.

Hammer was even more satisfied with this new student. He pointed to an empty seat in the group and said, "From now on, this will be your seat. Return to the team." "Remember, in the Inner Palace, status and identity are all empty. Strength is everything."

Presumably, Teacher Hammer knew that Mu Fan's father was the great general, so he said the following words to let Mu Fan know that there was no specialization in the inner chamber.

Although Hammer's tone was very light, even kind, it made Mu Fan think of his own junior high school Chinese teacher on Earth. He was usually very strict, and only when he was satisfied would he be satisfied with his tone. However, Mu Fan knew that, among all his teachers, only the strict Chinese teacher was the best to him and didn't discriminate against him because of his background.

"Yes sir!" Mu Fan said as he prepared to remove his "armed belt".

"Wait, take that horse stance." Hamel's eyes flashed.

"No way. This is more than ten catties of water. " Although Mu Fan felt helpless in his heart, he could only do it according to Teacher Hammer's instructions. He sat at the position that Teacher Hammer had pointed out, mimicking the posture of the surrounding classmates.

Five minutes later, Mu Fan had beads of sweat on his forehead, "Ah, Mother, you've troubled me." Mu Fan felt helpless.

As a seven-year-old child, he hadn't received any physical training before. Now, he had to carry more than ten pounds of water on his back while doing horse stance, so the difficulty could be imagined. No wonder Mu Fan's father was sure that Mu Fan would suffer when he entered the inner hall.

Ten minutes later, Mu Fan had a child beside him who could no longer hold on and was called out of the queue by Teacher Hamel.

15 minutes later, Mu Fan's legs started to tremble uncontrollably. At the same time, the number of children in the queue increased.

"Alright, everyone take a break." The moment Teacher Hammer finished, Mu Fan sat down on the ground like the other children.

At this moment, Mu Fan's entire body was drenched in sweat, "I didn't expect this horse stance to consume so much energy." Mu Fan sat on the ground, not wanting to move at all.

Mu Fan was thirsty, so he casually took out a bottle of water from his "armed belt" and drank it. It turned out to be pear soup, just in time to quench his thirst.

Just as Mu Fan was enjoying this rare moment, a voice from beside him sounded: "Young Master Fan? It's really Young Master Fan! "

Mu Fan looked towards the source of the voice and saw that it was Mu Hao. Although they hadn't seen each other for two years, Qing Yi still recognized him instantly.

"It's Mu Hao. Long time no see. Come over here and drink some soup to quench your thirst. Also, don't call me young master Mu Fan from now on. Just call me Mu Fan or Fan." Mu Fan was naturally very happy to see his friends for the past two years, so he directly took out a bottle of soup from his belt and handed it to Mu Hao.

"Heh heh. "Thank you, young master Fan. Oh, no, thank you, Fan. Hur Hur." Without any hesitation, Mu Hao opened the bottle and drank. "Wow, it's a bird's nest. It's so delicious."

"Of course. This was personally made by my mother. How could it not taste good?" At this point, Mu Fan's face was filled with pride. At the same time, he felt a warm feeling.

When the surrounding children heard that Mu Fan's belt was full of delicious drinks, they all leaned over and looked at Mu Fan eagerly.

Mu Fan also saw Mu Tian, who was a few years older than him, and felt that he was no different from other children. He also looked at him with hope.

After exercise, drink delicious drinks, what a wonderful thing!

"Hur hur, no need to stand on ceremony. Everyone, take your drinks." Mu Fan immediately took off his belt and scattered the dozens of bottles of soup. Mu Fan's generosity was appreciated by the children on the scene. Not long later, Mu Fan and the big guy got together, chatting and laughing as if they had been playmates for years.

Thus, Mu Fan, who had just arrived, relied on the power of the sugar-coated artillery shell and successfully blended into the inner hall.

Teacher Hammer, who was standing to the side, smiled and nodded at the scene of Mu Fan and his classmate getting along. Then, his expression suddenly changed as he blew the whistle in his hand, "Gather, continue training. It's time for the long run!"