One Against Three? He Couldn't Even Beat One Alone

The next day, Aaron groggily opened his eyes and rubbed his heavy head.

Looking at the familiar ceiling, Aaron realized that this was his bedroom, and he knew without a doubt that it was a gift from Jeans.

After getting drunk, he calmed down.

His two-month vacation is destined to be filled with twenty-eight, no, perhaps twenty-nine courses.

Hiding is out of the question for now. Given the family rules and the past patriarchs, even if Jeans wanted to give face to the young master, he probably couldn't.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

A knock came from outside the door.

"Young Master, it's time for you to get up."

"Um?"

Aaron turned his head to look at a ray of sunlight outside, then glanced at his alarm clock, and his lips twitched involuntarily.

"What the hell? It's not even six o'clock yet."

My Dragon Cub is still asleep! Did you make a mistake waking me at this hour?

"There's no mistake," Jeans said from outside the door. "I put together your class schedule overnight."

You now study for sixteen to eighteen hours a day, and the rest of the time is for sleeping and eating.

So... you might need to adjust your schedule a little.

Aaron:...

When Aaron opened the door, he was holding Abei, who was extremely grumpy in the morning and whose Mars could produce sparks. His face was quite unpleasant.

"You're really efficient!"

The class schedule has been arranged; couldn't it be delayed by a day or two?

Jeans seemed oblivious to the complaint in Aaron's tone, and instead smiled and said, "We can't keep our ancestors waiting!"

"What are you afraid of?" Aaron scoffed unhappily, then lowered his voice somewhat guiltily, "I just came up with a good idea."

There are policies from above, and countermeasures from below.

Aren't they supposed to be asleep? We go there every few days, they probably don't even know!

Jeans paused for a moment, then said with a wry smile, "Young Master, please don't put me in a difficult position."

And you can think of it this way: finishing one class in the morning means you'll feel a little more relaxed sooner.

Aaron rolled his eyes speechlessly; of course he understood this principle.

With twenty-nine courses, who knows how long it will take him to graduate?

However, after hearing what Jeans said, he knew that this path of cheating was not viable.

Jeans is too loyal, and this loyalty is for the Gaius family. The patriarch is definitely the first, but as for him, the young master, he is probably still a bit lacking compared to his ancestors.

Jeans led Aaron to the restaurant, where a fine breakfast and a hangover soup were laid out on the table.

As for Abei, he was still an apple, but yesterday he witnessed Abei's true nature and knew that this breakfast was not even enough to fill a tooth gap for him, so he simply added a large portion of roast meat for him.

Sure enough, seeing that there was meat in the taro, Abei's expression improved considerably.

"Haha! I'm not thinking about making it lose weight anymore."

"No, the weight loss was decided by my wife, and I can't change it."

"But besides eating less, another way is to exercise more," Jeans explained. "Last night, in addition to setting the schedule, I also prepared a big toy that will definitely keep Abei busy working up a sweat."

Hearing this, Aaron gave Abei a sympathetic look. The Young Dragon, who was happily eating, clearly didn't take Jeans ' words to heart.

Come to the Chamber of Secrets.

Aaron skillfully picked up the sword and began training, channeling his grief and indignation into motivation and venting his anger.

Abei, meanwhile, stared into thought at the large hamster treadmill placed in the corner.

What is this thing? Is it a weight loss device for dragons?

What an insult!

However, just as it was about to refuse, Jeans picked it up, put it on the hamster treadmill, and gave it a push.

The hamster treadmill started spinning, and Abei, caught off guard, could only follow along.

After running for half a minute, Abei glared at Jeans and quickly spread his wings, his pure white feathers standing out in the armory.

Just as it was about to fly away, Jeans took out his little notebook.

With a flick of the Wand, the pages of colorful pictures on the screen magnified several times and flew to Abei's side. "This is your lunch, provided you behave well."

If we don't run hard, we might have to cut some parts.

So, how much you can eat is up to you.

"Hey, hey, hey! That's going too far!" Aaron said, both amused and exasperated. "Using thirty portions of food to lure a Dragon Cub that's not even a year old, doesn't your conscience hurt?"

"Young master, you want it to be well-fed, but madam wants it to lose weight."

It's really difficult for me to be caught in the middle, so I came up with this solution.

This diet plan is carefully calculated so that as long as the amount of exercise is sufficient, the calories burned will definitely not exceed the calories ingested.

If it still can't lose weight, there's only one possibility: it's secretly eating.

Upon hearing this, Abei glanced guiltily at his pocket.

It must be admitted that the Undetectable Extension Charm is a rather convenient spell, and only it knows how much it has stockpiled since its inception.

"Cough cough!"

Aaron coughed, and Abei immediately snapped out of his daze, raising his head and pretending nothing was wrong.

It glanced at the lunch it had to work hard for, and then ran with all its might.

In the actual combat, Aaron's opponent was still wearing a suit of armor that had been Transfiguration.

But after yesterday's ordeal, he was still seething with anger!

Now that a ready-made punching bag is right in front of me, what am I waiting for!

Aaron was in excellent form, charging forward relentlessly. Having already been beaten once, he had no reservations and only knew how to attack.

After enduring three punches, he finally managed to knock off the opponent's helmet.

Smack! Smack! Smack!

Jeans clapped excitedly and said, "Excellent! Young Master, your progress is truly astounding!"

"Ha! No need to praise me, I know my own worth."

If it were an ordinary person, without any defensive spells cast, one punch would probably kill them.

"That's true, but compared to yesterday's two consecutive losses, there has been considerable improvement today."

"Yes!" Aaron glanced at him. "After meeting the twenty-eight ancestors, my state of mind was elevated to a new level."

"Let's not talk about that," Jeans changed the subject. "Young Master has completed the first phase of training, so let's begin the second phase!"

"Are you going to take on two?" Aaron waved his Longsword, tapped the blade with his index finger to make a crisp sound, and smiled slightly. "I'm ready. I feel like I can take on three of them today."

"No!"

Jeans used his Transfiguration to restore the armor on the ground. He slowly walked to the shelf, took down a Longsword, and with a powerful swing of his hand, a shallow sword mark appeared on the ground.

Gollum!

Upon seeing this, Aaron couldn't help but shudder, his cheeks twitching uncontrollably.

His small frame, combined with the Iron Armor Charm, could barely withstand one or two punches, but having a weapon and not having one are two completely different things. That armor could probably send him flying with a single sword strike right now.

"Let's move on to this one!"

"However, in this way, young master, you will be able to fully understand the importance of weapons."

"Don't worry, young master, it will stop when it's time to stop," Jeans said with a smile, then looked at the armor. "Let's begin!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a beam of silvery light shone on the armor.

The armor that had just assumed an attack stance shattered into four pieces in an instant.

Jeans stared in disbelief, then looked up. Aaron pretended to blow on his Wand, saying, "This move, 'Four-Part Split,' is incredibly effective against things that are pieced together."

"This..."

"What is this?"

Didn't someone tell me that you can use any means necessary to deal with an enemy?

"Young Master!" Jeans said with a stern face, "That makes sense, but it's better to be serious during training."

"Okay, okay."

I was just making a little joke.

Jeans breathed a sigh of relief and used his Transfiguration again to restore his armor.

But after finishing the task, he was still a little uneasy and reached out his hand to Aaron, "Wand."

"That's not appropriate!"

"Young master, in this Chamber of Secrets, I am your teacher."

This is now what the teacher is asking of the students.

Upon hearing this, Aaron realized he had displeased Jeans and reluctantly handed over his two Wand.

The battle resumed, and Aaron was struck in the chest by a sword less than a few exchanges with the armored warrior, staggering back several steps before coming to a stop.

Ouch! That really hurts!

I think I have a broken rib.

"Young Master, you should save that for lying to Madam!" Jeans added another Iron Armor Charm to Aaron's body and said helplessly, "I definitely won't believe it. At most, that blow will make you feel like you've been whipped by a willow branch."

There will definitely be pain, but there will never be injury.

"You're incredibly boring when you're being boring!" Aaron stood up, picked up his sword, and pointed it at his armor. "Again!"

Next, Aaron was put into a beating mode.

He could feel the pain in his body every time, but every time he stood up, he would say "Again." His perseverance was so strong that even Jeans was amazed.