After transmigrating, I became a mother of three?!

The partners chosen by the three little ones may stay with them for a long time.

It is especially important to cultivate a relationship between each other while they are still young.

After thinking for a moment and calming Zeng Chengxue down, Tang Min walked into the crowd.

"Coach Zhong, can you come here for a moment?"

"Okay, okay, I'm coming right away."

Coach Zhong turned around and saw Tang Min standing behind him, so he quickly ran over.

"Young Madam, what do you say?"

Tang Min found Coach Zhong's obsequious yet awkward manner somewhat unacceptable, but she didn't think that changing someone was such a wonderful thing.

People need some pressure.

"Didn't they already choose their partners?"

Yes, yes.

"Starting today, let them train with their classmates."

"what?"

Tang Min's words stunned Coach Zhong.

Their training intensity is much higher than that of the three little ones. Those young masters and ladies have small arms and legs, it's not good for them.

Coach Zhong hesitated and did not answer immediately.

"Coach Zhong, these people will be working with them from now on. I think it's very important for them to get to know each other starting now."

Tang Min's tone changed from gentle to cold and stern.

"This... but... the intensity is too high. I'm afraid they won't be able to handle it."

"Sharing hardships together strengthens our bond, doesn't it?"

Tang Min's words were so resolute that Coach Zhong had no way to refute them.

"Yes, yes, yes, then starting tonight, I'll arrange for them to be together, um, formed into a group, is that alright?"

Coach Zhong, with his large frame bent over, cautiously looked up at Tang Min.

"Okay, I won't disturb your training any longer. Let Aunt He know if you need anything."

Okay, okay.

Tang Min turned and left, leaving Coach Zhong looking worried and covered in sweat.

If we put them together, what if something goes wrong?

I thought this young mistress was easy to talk to, but now it seems she's not at all.

It's clear from these past few days that this young mistress has complete authority over the education of her three little masters, and even that young master Zeng has to listen to her every word.

Coach Zhong could only silently accept the order and pray in his heart that these little devils would definitely be able to endure the training!

Tang Min watched the training for a while before leaving the courtyard.

Originally, she only came to check if the three little ones had arrived at the training ground on time.

Now that the mission is complete, it's time to go back.

It was still early, so Tang Min headed towards the bedroom.

"Where to go?"

Before they even reached the bedroom, Lu Yun's voice came from not far away.

"Hehe, Master, I'm going to sleep a little longer."

It was as if someone was instructing her to leave quickly, or she wouldn't be able to leave.

But due to her master's suppression, she couldn't move at all!

"Come"

To Tang Min at that moment, Lu Yun's waving hand looked like a deadly scimitar, terrifying indeed.

Tang Min slowly moved her feet toward Lu Yun's direction, which was the direction of the study.

That speed was comparable to a tortoise walking.

"Master, what brings you to the study so early?"

"What are you doing in the study? Hurry up, stop dawdling."

Suddenly, something flashed through Tang Min's mind, but it happened too fast for her to grasp.

Could it be that the original owner's memories have returned?

She shook her head to clear her mind, then followed Lu Yun into the room.

Inside the room, on the desk, the brush, ink, paper, and inkstone were all prepared, just waiting for someone to use them.

Tang Min seemed to see little figures standing on the desk, waving at her incessantly.

Come on, come on!

"Eh~," Tang Min shook her head, looking at Lu Yun with a resentful expression.

To her surprise, Lu Yun completely ignored her and started grinding the powder.

"Hurry up, what, are you waiting for the ink to dry?"

At this moment, Lu Yun was completely different from the Lu Yun of the morning. No, she was practically a different person, like a man-eating demon.

"Yes, I'm coming right away, I'm coming right away!"

"You made those kids get up so early, aren't you setting a good example at all?!"

Lu Yun spoke slowly.

Oh, so you're standing up for the little ones.

"Do it, do it, do it, I'm up now, aren't I?"

Tang Min, like a deflated tiger, answered with a grin.

"Practice quickly, you must copy this ten times today."

Ten times?!

Tang Min almost spat out a mouthful of phlegm, her pleading gaze following Lu Yun.

Each repetition takes an hour, so ten repetitions would take ten hours. I don't need to rest today.

"Master, I need to make time to go to the art museum this afternoon, could you please reduce the number of times I need to go?"

"No, why can't I practice what I practiced before?"

Tang Min's demeanor in the courtyard just now was exactly like Lu Yun's now, both embodying an iron-fisted and impartial attitude.

"When did I...?"

Tang Min froze halfway through her sentence. Who was speaking?

"Master, can Minmin stop practicing?"

"Master, Minmin's hands are tired."

"Waaah, Master, is Minmin tired? Can she rest for a bit? Just for a little while, waaaah!"

"No, keep practicing. Don't think that just because others say you have talent, you don't need to practice. Having talent without practice will still make you inferior to others."

This... is Master's voice.

Who is the little girl talking to the master?

Minmin? Is it Tang Min? Is she the original owner of this body?

Fragments flashed through Tang Min's mind: a crying little girl, only five years old, holding a large-looking calligraphy brush in her tiny hands, writing incessantly on paper.

"Master, Minmin's hand hurts."

"It will feel better after a while."

"Master, waaaaah, Minmin can't move her fingers! Waaaaah, Master, Minmin can't move her hands!"

"Minmin, Minmin, Master, please look at me. Don't cry, don't cry, Master is here."

In an instant, the expressionless master changed his appearance, and just like now, he cared for the little girl and kept moving her hands.

"Master, Minmin can't move her hand."

"what?"

Lu Yun suddenly looked up at Tang Min's hand.

"What's wrong with your hand? Master, take a look. Minmin, hold out your hand. Master, take a look, quick!"

Lu Yun nervously held Tang Min's hand.

When Minmin was a child, due to psychological factors, she was unable to move her fingers for a period of time, and it took a long time for her to recover.

Did she push me too far again?

"Master, Minmin's hand hurts again."

Tang Min ignored Lu Yun and kept repeating a few sentences that were exactly the same as what she had said when she was young.

Lu Yun sensed something was wrong and looked at Tang Min, who was just standing there blankly, her eyes looking somewhere.

"Minmin! Minmin! Wake up! Wake up!"

"Master, did Minmin write well?"

"Great, Minmin wrote it very well!" "Minmin wrote the best!"

"Master, can Minmin rest now?"

"Sure, Minmin can rest whenever she wants."

With tears in her eyes, Lu Yun kept calling out and answering, hoping that Tang Min would wake up soon.