The manor occupied an area of a thousand square meters . Located in the southwest corner was a huge indoor shooting hall .
Mu Yazhe had always been willing to pour his heart and attention into cultivating Little Yichen .
Once the boy learned how to walk, he sent him to a boot camp to observe the specialized training undergone by soldiers .
Grandmaster Mu had done the same to his grandson when he was a child . Every summer, he would make Mu Yazhe undergo special training in such a boot camp .
Under the influence of his father, Little Yichen developed a keen interest in guns and fighting .
When other children were still learning to talk at two years old, Little Yichen, with a pacifier in his mouth, was already able to skillfully assemble all kinds of firearms and load ammunition . At the age of three, he could load bullets and fire shots with decent results .
Even Mu Sheng was amazed at the boy!
Most of the children in the same age group as him were struggling to speak, squiggling randomly on a piece of paper if they had flair, or going after popular toys . As for him, he seemed to have inherited his father's masculine genes . He was not keen on literature or arts and was obsessed with fighting and guns, instead .
At five years old, he officially joined a boot camp . He did not find the training tough and, in fact, was excited with the experience .
His great-grandfather marveled at the child's ability . Comparing to Mu Yazhe when he was a child, Little Yichen was not in the least bit inferior and was, in fact, better than his father .
Inside the manor, there was not just a fencing hall but also an archery hall . This shooting range and this fighting arena were specifically built for Little Yichen .
At present, inside the archery hall, total silence reigned .
It was so quiet one could hear a pin drop .
Little Yichen was dressed in a smart and neat protective gear . His body was standing tall and straight, and in his hands were a heavy set of bow and arrow . He stilled his breath as he focused on the shooting target set a few hundred meters away from him . His finger buckled at the bow string .
With a whoosh , the released arrow, as if carrying thunderous sparks, sailed through the air magnificently . That instant shot hit the bull's-eye .
“Young master…”
His nanny rushed over and waited for quite a bit at the side . When she saw him put down his gear, she opened her mouth to say gently, “Young master, grandmaster and young mistress are requesting you to join them for breakfast . ”
He did not seem to hear her . Looking cold and detached, he turned to remove the equipment on his body . With a sudden thought, he faced the nanny and inquired, “Did daddy return home last night?”
“Young master, Master Mu did not return last night . ”
“Okay . ”
Little Yichen furrowed his brows as his eyes looked down listlessly . After a long silence, he picked up the towel, which was handed to him by a servant, and wiped away the fine droplets of perspiration on his face .
“I'm not eating . You go tell grandpa and mommy that I have no appetite . ”
Dejection could be heard in his aloof words .
The nanny looked worried . “Young master, if you don't have breakfast, grandmaster will be worried . Besides, skipping breakfast is not good for your body . ”
“If that's the case, prepare a set of breakfast for me and send it to my study room,” he retorted coolly and then strode off from the archery hall .
The nanny watched the leaving cold and straight back of the boy and heaved a gentle sigh .
The father and son were truly alike in this aspect .
In any case, she had no choice but to prepare what he wanted, so she hastily arranged for a set of meticulously prepared meal to be sent to his study room .
Chapter end
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