Chapter 11 Persistency
Zheng Zinuo struggled to stand up on his own strength and ran forward. It deeply touched Zheng Zizhou, and a kind of fervor and contentment overwhelmed him.
"Why is Zinuo here so early?"Zheng Changfeng suddenly approached.
"Dad..."Zheng Zizhou was surprised by his father."Zinuo said he wanted to begin his martial training yesterday, so I showed him some movements for practice."
"Absurd！His talent is on Level Zero - the White Level which should be forbidden from martial practice forever. He is far weaker than normal kids and will definitely get hurt, and even get disabled. He must stop the practice! Go stop him!" Zheng Changfeng shouted with anger.
"Dad! Zinuo is just doing some basic exercises, hasn't started the martial training yet. We don't really have to discourage him. He will back out once he can't take it anymore."Zheng Zizhou was trying to comfort his father.
"Well?" Zheng Changfeng stumbled briefly. He cared a lot about his elder son. He pondered and accepted the suggestion "Then, you'd better take good care of your brother. Remember, he's your brother, he should never practice the martial arts. Protect him well."
"Sure, dad."Zheng Zizhou was overjoyed to get the permission from his father. Seeing off his father, he turned to Zheng Zinuo.
Zheng Zinuo was merely twenty to thirty meters away from the end; but to him, it was impossible. He tumbled and fumbled. Zheng Zizhou was sympathetic, but he hesitated to lend a hand. He knew that Zinuo need to be on his own one day. He can't protect him every single minute. There will be more challenges.
As he fell the last time, Zheng Zinuo couldn't pick himself up any more. He didn't intend to do so either, since he had completed his task. Although it took him almost four hourglasses of time to finish it, he felt quite satisfied.
"Brother, I've done five laps today…" as Zheng Zizhou approached, he raised his head and simulated a smile, and he passed out.
"Zinuo…"while exclaiming, Zheng Zizhou jumped over and firmly held his brother in his arm.
Although the eleven-year-old boy was not strong enough to hold his eight-year-old brother, Zifeng seemed more robust than kids of his age.
"Zinuo was in coma? What happened to him?"Ms.Zheng, mother of the boys, was shocked and turned pale.
"Don't worry, mum. Zinuo is just exhausted... It happens… he will be fine very soon." Zheng Zizhou comforted.
"I remember that Zinuo is not suitable for martial training. Why did he insist?"Ms. Zheng worried about her little son.
"Zinuo wanted to do some practice. I showed him some simple movements. It is not a big deal. Don't worry. Right, dad? "Zheng Zinuo explained to his mother.
"Zizhou is right, Yuling. Zinuo will be fine after some rest."Ms. Zheng felt relieved, hearing Zheng Changfeng's words and lift up Zinuo to his bedroom. "How many laps has Zinuo done today?"Zheng Changfeng asked.
"Five laps, dad."Zheng Zizhou returned after handing his brother over to his mother.
"Five laps, is that already his limit?" Zheng Changfeng frowned and pondered. He realized that the physical quality of his little son was even worse than he thought. Even someone with level-4 martial talent or a kid with level-1 congenital talent is able to easily finish the workload. "It's breakfast time. Don't be late for school."Zheng Changfeng urged.
Watching his father away, Zheng Zizhou went into his little brother's room. His mother was shedding tears and cleaning the little one."Mom, have some breakfast, I can take over here."
"That's fine. Go ahead. Don't be late for school. I stay here with your brother." Ms. Zheng insisted.
"OK."Zheng Zizhou stared at his brother and left the room.