The player is playing like a god, but their cheat code is Aatrox.

The next day.

"Xiaoyu, it's time to get up."

Ah-Zhui lay by the bedside, her voice as soft as a feather, falling into Cang Yu's ear.

However, Cang Yu clearly had no intention of waking up.

He buried his face in the pillow, curling himself up into a ball, leaving only Ah Zhui with his furry back of his head.

Having always been an early riser for school and work, he was transported to another world, and in just a few days, he completely forgot the early rising habit he had cultivated for over ten years.

Seeing that Cang Yu was still going to sleep, A-Zhui's face showed a hint of helplessness.

Yan, standing to the side, covered her face, unable to bear it any longer. She strode forward and yanked the blanket off Cang Yu—

"Smack."

"Little brat, the sun's already high in the sky, why aren't you up? Didn't you say you wanted to learn swordsmanship from me? Planning to learn it in your dreams?"

Yan's slap landed squarely on Cang Yu's buttocks.

Ah-Zhui truly didn't expect Yan to take action so directly.

She thought Yan was just a loudmouth who could shout a few times.

As a result... by the time she came to her senses and tried to stop him, it was too late.

Cang Yu opened his eyes after being attacked on the buttocks.

Although his vision was still a little blurry, the crisp touch brought him back to his senses.

He glanced at A-Zhui, who looked flustered, and then slowly shifted his gaze to Yan.

Okay, the murderer has been found.

Ah Zhui was already inwardly groaning.

Sister Yan didn't know? How could she not know?

Although Cang Yu's current body is that of a child, he still has the mind of an adult.

Get spanked

Anyone would get angry, unless they're a psychopath, right?

Of course, it's a different story if the person who made the move is a brother.

After all, brothers are a very strange kind of creature.

It got better inexplicably

Before you went in, he thought you were joking.

Ke Yan was unaware of any of this. She genuinely regarded Cang Yu as an eight-year-old child.

Yes, a smart eight-year-old.

Cang Yu glared at Yan, his eyes filled with resentment and speechlessness.

Yan regretted it a little after finishing the fight.

Recalling the brat's attitude towards her yesterday and the things he said, she had to admit...

This kid really can't be treated like an ordinary little brat.

Cang Yu's gaze was frighteningly calm.

He didn't cry or make a fuss like a normal child, nor did he retort with the sarcastic tone he had yesterday. He simply stared at Yan for three seconds.

Then, expressionless, he sat up, dressed himself, got out of bed, and headed to the bathroom.

He didn't say a word the entire time.

The bathroom door was closed.

Only A-Zhui and Yan remained in the room.

Ah-Zhui looked at Yan with a bitter face, and Yan touched his nose, feeling a little awkward.

"Is he... angry?"

"Sister Yan." A-Zhui sighed.

"Xiaoyu is very smart, so don't always treat her like a child..."

Yan's expression froze.

But she was still somewhat unconvinced.

He muttered something under his breath:

"He's just a little kid, only eight years old, why is he so mature?"

Ah-Zhui could only shake her head helplessly.

She didn't know what to say.

After all, the more you say, the more mistakes you make.

I want to protect Xiaoyu's secret

I had no choice but to shut my mouth.

Although Cang Yu didn't care if others knew these so-called 'secrets'.

The sound of running water came from the bathroom.

After washing his face, Cang Yu looked at his eight-year-old face in the mirror, then turned his head to try to see his buttocks in the mirror.

Of course, you can't see anything.

Are you angry? A little, but not much.

Ultimately, this was indeed my own fault. I had arranged for the other person to teach me swordsmanship today, but I was still lazing in bed even when the sun was high in the sky.

It is known that the left-wing guard of the cosmic holy Keisha is teaching swordsmanship to an eight-year-old child.

This is already a good deal.

He wasn't angry about being woken up in the first place.

Rather, it was a means to wake him up.

Spanking...

The main thing is

Damn, even though the early bird catches the worm...

But, is it really necessary to practice swordsmanship so early in the morning?

Cang Yu quickly finished washing up.

After changing clothes

In the courtyard, Yan was already standing in the morning light, waiting for him.

Two wooden swords were stuck in the grass.

She crossed her arms, her ponytail swaying gently in the breeze, looking neat and tidy, a stark contrast to her languid and alluring demeanor yesterday.

Ah-Zhui watched quietly from the side.

Hearing the door open, she turned her head and her gaze fell on Cang Yu.

Cang Yu walked over expressionlessly and stopped in front of Yan. The two looked at each other for a moment.

"Still angry?" Yan's lips curled up slightly.

Cang Yu ignored her.

Seeing his expression, Yan couldn't help but laugh out loud:

"Okay, perfect. If you hold your breath while practicing your sword later, you'll definitely perform even better."

She casually drew a wooden sword, flicked the tip, and another wooden sword flew towards Cang Yu.

"then."

Cang Yu caught it steadily.

The sword felt very light in his hand, and its length was just right, as if it had been tailor-made for his current height.

He held the sword hilt with one hand, letting it hang casually at his side.

Yan circled around behind him and couldn't help but laugh at what she saw:

"You're already using one hand? Do you even know how to use a sword?"

As she spoke, she stepped forward, took his other hand, and moved it to the hilt of his sword.

Cang Yu gripped the hilt with both hands and slowly raised the sword, its tip pointing diagonally forward.

"Hold this position. Let me see your limit first."

Yan stepped back two paces, her gaze sweeping over him, her tone becoming more serious:

"Wanting to learn swordsmanship is no easy task. The first thing I need to do is lay a solid foundation for you."

She paused, then leaned closer to his ear, her voice carrying a hint of alluring laughter:

"If you feel tired and can't hold on anymore... even if you beg for mercy, your older sister won't let you off the hook."

After all, this was someone's own request.

Cang Yu did not respond.

The morning light slanted down from above the courtyard wall, casting his shadow on the lawn, making it a long, thin silhouette.

He gripped the wooden sword with both hands, the tip pointing forward. His posture wasn't perfect, but at least he kept it steady.

A minute passed.

Cang Yu didn't feel anything.

Five minutes later, my arm started to feel sore, as if countless fine needles were slowly moving between the muscle fibers.

He could feel his biceps trembling slightly, but the tip of the sword remained at its original angle, completely still.

Yan stood beside him, arms crossed, her gaze fixed on his hand holding the sword.

ten minutes.

Cang Yu was almost completely soaked, his clothes clinging to his body with sweat.

If it weren't for the slight improvement in his physique from the ascension power over the past two days, he estimated that he would have had to let go in three minutes at most.

His breathing changed.

What was previously a steady, almost inaudible nasal breathing pattern has now become a deliberately suppressed deep breath.

He was using his breathing to combat the trembling of his muscles.

Yan noticed it.

Her eyebrows twitched slightly.

Very smart. This little rascal, sometimes he really doesn't act like a child.

When most people can't hold on, their first reaction is to adjust their posture, using their joints to lock the line of force, and find an angle that saves effort.

But Cang Yu did not.

His posture has remained almost unchanged from the beginning until now.

The position of the hands gripping the hilt, the angle of the shoulders, and the height of the sword tip are all firmly locked in place.

This shows that he was not passively enduring fatigue, but actively fighting it.