Chapter 214



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“If you run out of money you can ask me for it.”

Nora’s cold voice shifted. “How did you end up with a training class?”

Lucas could hear her displeasure and immediately understood something. He said directly, “I see what you mean! And…”

“Lucas, is Master coughing?” interrupted Nora.

Lucas nodded, “I knew Miss Smith was worried about the Master. He’s cold on the outside but warm on the inside…”

“Two taels of grass, three taels of chrysanthemum…” Nora gave him a bunch of names for medicine and flower tea. Then she continued, “Heat a bowl of water for him to drink every day. This will make sure he is refreshed. His lungs will be revitalized and his body will be healthy. It won’t be a problem for him to live to be 180 years old. When that time comes, Cherry or Pete will have grown up.”

Lucas: “?”

Nora yawned again. “If he’s sick, get a doctor, is there anything else?”

Lucas: “?”

“I’m hanging up.”

Nora slammed the phone down.

What a joke.

The Quinn School of Martial Arts had been in New York for many years. Along with the Irvin School of Martial Arts, they were at the top of the martial arts world. There were many diverse issues within it, and they were all intertwined. Why should he deal with them?

It would probably cost him two or three hours of sleep a day.

After hanging up, she rolled over and fell asleep again.

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At the Quinn School of Martial Arts.

Mr. Quinn looked at Lucas with enthusiasm. He heard Lucas say, “I know what to do.” He stroked his beard happily.

Then Lucas hung up the phone with a constipated expression and looked at him.

Mr. Quinn frowned. “What’s wrong?”

Lucas coughed and said Nora’s exact words. Mr. Quinn was so angry his beard was shaking. He shouted angrily, “This unfaithful disciple!”

Lucas also felt that he was unfair to him. “That’s right master. Miss Smith is too irresponsible. The majestic Quinn Martial Arts School still needs you to run it.”

Mr. Quinn immediately frowned and said coldly, “How can you say that about one of your elders? Isn’t it just because she’s not in good health? If she doesn’t sleep fourteen hours a day she’ll get a headache! Why don’t you know how to pity her? She practiced martial arts and inherited the latest arts from the Quinn School of Martial Arts. That’s already the greatest contribution to the Quinn School of Martial Arts! She is not as stupid as you. Master has taught you for so many years and you still haven’t understood the essence of the Quinn School of Martial Arts!”

Lucas:”…” Master, I was just following your instructions!

However, Lucas did not raise any objection to Nora. After all, the essence of the Quinn School of Martial Arts techniques was very difficult to learn. Among the direct disciples, Nora had learned it in the shortest possible time. She was the quickest to grasp it among them.

There was nothing wrong with Mr. Quinn turning the Quinn School of Martial Arts over to her!

Miss Smith was simply… Too lazy!

At such a young age, she was always thinking about retirement – what a pain in the ass!

While Lucas was thinking about that, something suddenly occurred to Mr. Quinn. “Speaking of Pete, he hasn’t been here in a while, has he? Call Justin and ask him when he plans to send Pete.”

Luke: “…”

During this period of time, he had called him almost every day to urge him to come.

He had never seen his teacher so patient with anyone!

However, Justin always found excuses. Things like he was feeling sick, it was too stressful for a child, he didn’t want to learn today, etc. He had been putting it off for half a month.

It was clear he didn’t want to learn anymore, wasn’t it?

However, Mr. Quinn always persevered and made him call to ask.

Lucas had been rejected by Nora and now he was going to deal with Justin again. He called him and politely said, “Hello, Mr. Justin. I’m Lucas from Quinn School of Martial Arts, may I ask when Little Master is coming to learn martial arts?”

His words were very marketing!

Miss Smith had just said that her Quinn School of Martial Arts was neither a kindergarten nor a training class!

As Lucas cursed in his heart, he heard Justin’s deep voice. “I’ll send him soon.”

Lucas unconsciously repeated what he had been saying for the past half month. “Okay, I understand. If Young Master is unwilling to practice, he must….. What?”

His eyes widened, “Soon?”

“Mm-hm.”

Justin hung up.

Lucas, “!!!!”

He looked at Mr. Quinn in disbelief. Mr. Quinn looked at him and sighed. “Isn’t he coming again? Why he’s as lazy as his mother…”

As soon as he finished speaking, Lucas said, “He said he’ll be here soon.”

Mr. Quinn was still staring at his old body when he suddenly jumped up like a rabbit. “Then I’ll set up a martial arts room for him!”

Luke: “…”

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At the Hunts’ house.

Pete, who had woken up in the morning, stared at the ceiling for a long time.

The pink color of the whole room pierced his eyes, making him feel like he had been in the wrong room for a moment when he woke up.

Was this still his black and white style?

He remembered the situation in this room after returning the night before. He immediately looked at Justin silently, but didn’t expect the tyrant to say, “Isn’t this all in accordance with your request?”

Pete, “…”

Cherry liked pink. She was a little princess, so she could only endure it in silence!

There was no other choice!

She sighed and got out of bed. After washing up in the bathroom, she went out and opened the closet. Then, she was stunned.

She saw that the large dresser was full of little dresses.

Pink, purple, white, chiffon dress, flower dress…. There was everything!

After searching the room, she found a few old and pitiful dresses in a corner.

She could only put them away and change into them later in the class at the Hunts’ old residence.

There was a class at the Hunts’ old residence. The Hunts’ children did not go to school. They were all in the class, and the teachers could teach each child individually.

Before I walked in, Fatty was talking to a child from the collateral descendants. “Are you serious, do you really mean it, Pete doesn’t know how to do it?”

The child nodded. “Yeah, I’m sure he does. Last week I saw Pete nibbling on a pen at that simple question. He really doesn’t know how to do it.”

Fatty was puzzled. “But why? In the past he had always gotten good grades.”

The boy said, “He’s been engrossed in Mobile Legends lately! He’s playing that every day. He must have a messed up mind.”

Fatty snorted. It looked like Pete had secretly practiced before. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have won against him last time.

But see, games really got people addicted. Games had made his learning deteriorate!

Last time he had lost a large sum of money to gambling. When he came home his grandfather had beaten him up. Today he had to make amends.

As he thought about this, he saw Pete come in with a look of circumstance on his face.

Fatty turned around and smiled suddenly. “Little brother Pete, I don’t know how to solve this question, can you help me answer it? I remember you’ve already learned how to solve it, have you forgotten?”

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