Soon Chen Ming also found that the situation was not right. Everyone spent more time chatting and obviously didn't care much about what they were eating. Perhaps they were not worried at all, and they wouldn't have enough food to eat.

When eating full becomes the norm, people will slowly ignore the problem of eating and even feel that why eating is always so troublesome.

They started chatting, and it was more about family matters. Everyone seemed to have not seen each other for a long time, no, maybe it was really not to see each other for a long time. Chen Ming might not have high emotional intelligence, but his IQ was fine. He could see that everyone seemed to have not been together for a long time. Maybe, just like him, if Zhao Guodong didn't speak, they would probably not come back.

Everyone habitually toasted Zhao Guodong, and he also toasted a glass. Looking at everyone's perfunctory smile, Chen Ming felt that the life of rich families was actually just like this.

"Where are you going to school, how are your grades..."

“How did you spend these years?”

"You are the badge of Wuhumen? Are you actually a disciple of the inner sect?"

In the following time, Chen Ming felt that he was being checked for his household registration. After chatting, all his relatives gathered towards him, perhaps after they could not find the topic.

Obviously, a relative who did not exist originally but suddenly popped up is really curious. However, Chen Ming could feel that everyone's emotions were different.

For example, the uncle who came first seemed to be a little disgusted with his identity as a disciple of the Five Tiger Sect, and looked arrogant;

The second uncle next to him was more concerned about everything about him, and he felt a kind of care from the elders to the younger generation; the aunt did not speak out, and seemed not to want to talk to him; the third aunt seemed to treat him as a toy, and occasionally said something that seemed caring but actually sarcastic.

After knowing that he was actually an inner disciple of the sect, several cousins ​​of the same generation surrounded him and hoped that he would perform.

"I can only kill enemies, not perform." Chen Ming shook his head with a smile. He actually didn't want to watch it as a monkey show.

"Don't hold on to the younger generation." Zhao Guodong still came forward, "The martial arts world is different from those retired in the army. Martial arts are everything about them. They can't play tricks when it comes to martial arts."

He knew very well that those juniors just wanted to watch the fun. After all, they were bored before, so they asked the security guards at home to fight each other. Some even went to watch underground fighting without hiding it, but he just didn't pursue it. It was understandable that young people were full of energy.

"Dad, why did you want Chen Ming to join the Wulin Sect?" My second uncle had to ask.

"His father is an inner disciple of the Wudang Sect, and he is also a candidate for the head of the inner disciples. Why did I ask him to join the Wulin Sect?" Zhao Guodong said angrily, "This kid is born to be a gangster."

"But will not be delayed in studying? If you are in the martial arts world, you will not be able to find any danger, and you will have no future. Even if you become the leader of the martial arts world, it is nothing in our eyes." My second uncle asked.

"Speaking of this, your grades are only middle-aged and upper-middle-level..." Zhao Guodong looked at Chen Ming, looking dissatisfied with the performance of his children.

"It's just a middle-class..." Several other cousins ​​laughed when they heard this.

"Don't laugh too early. His class score is 90 points. Chen Ming's score is around 80 points. Look at you, I'd be embarrassed to laugh at others if I have a score of 60 or 70?" Zhao Guodong glared at several people after hearing this.

"Xi'an No. 3 Middle School... I have heard of that middle school. It was originally a middle school sponsored by the Wulin Sect. Other schools had seven classes a day, but it only had five classes. After three o'clock in the afternoon, it was the club time." My uncle also seemed to remember something. Although there was a gap between top classes and ordinary classes, the learning level of No. 3 Middle School was indeed very high.

In this regard, he also looked at Chen Ming a little higher. It is rare that he can still achieve good results when both parents die.

"Speaking of this, did you participate in the preliminaries of the National Middle School Fighting Competition a while ago?" Zhao Guodong seemed to remember something again, so he looked at Chen Ming and asked.

"Yes, I represented No. 3 Middle School in the preliminary round and qualified for Xi'an." Chen Ming nodded. He could feel that Zhao Guodong seemed to highlight his abilities.

"That's great!" My second uncle was a little happy when he heard this. This was a good resume. He could get good bonus points when going to school or work in the future. But he thought that Chen Ming was actually a disciple of the Wuhu Sect and fell silent again.

"This kid is not only a general, but also a handsome man. He served as the president of the Wuhu Martial Arts Society in No. 3 Middle School, and is in charge of more than 200 people." Zhao Guodong smiled, "The key is that he has not delayed much of his studies..."

Then he looked at the younger generation and cursed: "Did you see it? Study harder in the future!"

"Yes..." Faced with grandfather's scolding, a group of juniors naturally had to admit their mistakes. It was rare that their parents did not stand on their side this time, so they could only say that their usual grades were indeed a bit bad.

"Since they are the president of the Martial Arts Club... how about teaching us a few tricks?" The younger generation quickly changed the subject. Obviously, if they continue to talk, they would probably have to be trained by their elders.

I have to say that they are not stupid, they are just too lazy to study. Perhaps they think that even with such grades, they can basically have a good university and then have a good job.

Yes, from such a family, you don’t have to worry about studying and working. Studying hard and getting good grades will become a matter of course, and everyone will lose the motivation to study hard.

Chen Ming probably understood that although the lives of wealthy families are rich, they are very boring.

"Okay..." He stood up and signaled several people to come over.

Several cousins ​​(sisters) and cousins ​​(sisters) surrounded them, and the latter also taught a few tricks, which were basically critical attacks.

"Why are these tricks coming and going?" Zhao Jianguo learned a few times, was a little dissatisfied, and asked. The other people didn't say anything, but looked at their expressions, and they actually meant this.

"For beginners, these moves are just for self-defense." Chen Ming replied, "In fact, there is nothing fancy to make people lose their combat effectiveness."

"But it's not cool at all, and it's also called despicable." A twelve or thirteen-year-old cousin complained.

"Martial arts practice is to better knock down the target, not to perform on the street." Chen Ming emphasized, "As long as you can knock down the opponent, it is of course the most efficient means. In other words, all martial arts are gradually developed based on key attacks."

"Who is worse than the martial arts of the Five Humen and the fighting skills in the army?" Zhao Jianguo's eyes turned and immediately suggested, "Why not have a chance to have a fight with the security guard?"
Chapter completed!