Playboy: Medical and Martial Master-Chapter 270: The First Sword Upon Landing!

Knowing Sun Zhe's appetite well, Zhu Yan prepared a massive table full of dishes for lunch and even cooked two pots of rice.

At the dining table, Zhu Yan watched the "pig-head" beside her gobbling down food. She barely managed to hold back her laughter as she kept scooping more food into the large, basin-like bowl in front of him.

Sun Zhe wore an expression of agony. "Yan'Er, that's enough! I really can't eat this much."

Zhu Yan's face turned serious as she said earnestly, "After getting beaten so badly, you need to eat more to recover. Only then will you have the strength to continue getting beaten this afternoon."

"Pfft… Hahahaha…"

Hearing Zhu Yan's words, Leng Yueshuang, who was sitting opposite them, couldn't hold back and burst into laughter.

Looking at the overflowing bowl in front of Sun Zhe, his bruised and swollen face, and then recalling Zhu Yan's "earnest" speech, Leng Yueshuang's pretty face turned red. Her shoulders shook with laughter as she covered her mouth to suppress the sound. She hadn't expected the seemingly gentle and virtuous Zhu Yan to be such a character with such a wonderful way with words.

"Sigh!" Zhu Yan suddenly sighed and cast a reproachful look at Leng Yueshuang. "Yueshuang, you too. Since this is Cultivation, why did you hit him with such force?"

Upon hearing this, Leng Yueshuang's expression turned serious. "I'll try to be gentler."

But Zhu Yan continued, "With that amount of strength, you can't really hurt him. This guy has thick skin; at best, you'll only cause some superficial wounds."

Leng Yueshuang was speechless.

Zhu Yan added, "Since it's Cultivation, it has to be a bit harsh to be effective. Otherwise, what's the point? It might as well be children playing."

"Look at those warriors on TV! They roll around shirtless in the snow during the dead of winter, and when they spar, every punch lands for real. They're training with their lives on the line!"

Leng Yueshuang nodded vigorously. "Okay, Sister Yan. I'll hit him harder, making sure I don't kill him in the process."

Zhu Yan smiled happily. "That's more like it."

Sun Zhe, however, looked utterly bitter. "I have to ask, Yan'Er, what kind of grudge do you have against me?"

Zhu Yan placed another piece of braised pork trotter in his bowl and said seriously, "It's better for you to suffer a little and take a few more beatings now than to be beaten to death by someone else out there in the future."

Her words hit the nail on the head, leaving Sun Zhe unable to retort. Even Leng Yueshuang nodded in agreement.

Sun Zhe let out a long sigh and looked at the pork trotter in his bowl. "I really can't eat anymore."

Zhu Yan's expression remained stern. "Hurry up and eat it. This is your second uncle's trotter."

"PFFT—!"

Leng Yueshuang couldn't hold back her laughter again. "Sister Yan, you're hilarious!"

Feeling completely aggrieved, Sun Zhe lifted his head and shot a fierce glare at Leng Yueshuang across the table.

Leng Yueshuang met his gaze without flinching. "Why are you glaring at me? Hurry up and eat your second uncle's trotter, or you won't have the strength to get beaten this afternoon."

As she spoke, she suddenly furrowed her lovely brows as if feeling some discomfort. A large, bare foot had suddenly snaked its way under the table and found its way between her legs.

She lightly bit the tip of her chopsticks, letting out a nearly inaudible moan. She shot Sun Zhe a resentful look, silently pleading with him to stop his obnoxious behavior. However, Sun Zhe ignored her completely. He even grew bolder, using his big toe to rub the soft little bulge through the thin layer of her sharkskin pants. The soft sensation, like a bouncy jelly, was absolutely wonderful to the touch.

Leng Yueshuang twisted her slender waist, trying to dodge the misbehaving foot, but she was afraid of making too large a movement and letting Zhu Yan notice something was amiss. So, she had no choice but to endure it silently.

Just then, Zhu Yan spoke up. "By the way, Yueshuang, can I join you two for Cultivation this afternoon?"

"Hmm… Sister Yan wants to beat him too?" Leng Yueshuang asked, forcing herself to ignore the ticklish feeling below as she calmly looked at Zhu Yan.

Zhu Yan noticed her flushed face and asked with concern, "What's wrong, Yueshuang? Is the food too spicy for your taste?"

Leng Yueshuang smiled faintly. "It's fine, it's not spicy at all. It's perfectly to my taste."

"I'm glad to hear that." Zhu Yan smiled, a little embarrassed, before returning to the topic. "It's not that I want to join you in beating him. I genuinely want to learn some self-defense moves."

Leng Yueshuang asked, "But it's very tough. Sister Yan, can you handle it?"

Zhu Yan nodded earnestly. "I have to, even if I can't."

"Since I've already taken this step, I naturally have to work harder. I'm not asking to be of great help, but at the very least, I want to be able to protect myself in critical moments and not be a burden."

Hearing this, Sun Zhe, who was beside them, suddenly fell silent. He knew that last part was meant for him.

Zhu Yan smiled. "I'm the kind of person who doesn't have a talent for anything, so I can only grit my teeth and move forward one step at a time. I either don't do something at all, but once I start, I want to do it well. It's not about being better than others, but at least I can't be worse."

Leng Yueshuang looked up at her, her eyes filled with admiration. She suddenly had the feeling of someone who regretted not having met a kindred spirit sooner. In this respect, she was exactly the same as Zhu Yan.

At this moment, Sun Zhe's eyes were also shining as he looked at Zhu Yan. He had liked her quite a bit before, but after hearing her say those words… he liked her even more.

"Sister Yan, just based on that mentality alone, I believe you will definitely achieve great things on the martial path in the future," Leng Yueshuang said.

Zhu Yan looked a bit embarrassed. "But Yueshuang, I have a request."

"Go ahead."

Zhu Yan glanced at Sun Zhe before saying, "During Cultivation, you can hit me, but could you please not hit my face?"

Leng Yueshuang laughed. "Don't worry, Sister Yan. I only hit men. As for you, the worst that'll happen is I'll get your clothes dirty."

Zhu Yan was instantly filled with motivation. "Then let's hurry up and eat so we can continue our Cultivation this afternoon!"

* * *

Time flowed like water, and in the blink of an eye, ten days had passed.

Throughout these days, Sun Zhe was tormented daily. He was brutalized by Leng Yueshuang during the day and by Zhu Yan at night. Although he was constantly taking a beating, he wasn't without progress. By now, he could hold his own in a spar with Leng Yueshuang without using his Cultivation, giving as good as he got. Furthermore, her throwing knives could rarely hit him anymore.

As for Zhu Yan, she had been joining in whenever she had free time, and her skills had improved significantly as well.

* * *

That night, after finishing the day's Cultivation and taking a shower, Leng Yueshuang found Sun Zhe meditating in the living room.

"I don't have anything left to teach you."

Sun Zhe opened his eyes and looked at her. Recalling the painful torment of the past days, he was overcome with emotion. "So, does this mean I've graduated?"

Leng Yueshuang nodded. "I'll come find you when I'm free. There are still many things at the corporation that I need to handle."

Reluctance filled Sun Zhe's eyes. "Why don't you just live here?"

"Let's not." Leng Yueshuang refused without hesitation, her mind involuntarily drifting back to that one rainy night.

That day, because of the rain, she hadn't gone home after their training and chose to stay the night at Sun Zhe's place. In the middle of the night, she was woken up by Zhu Yan's "cries of sorrow" and found it impossible to fall back asleep. Unable to help herself, she had slipped a sinful hand into her nightgown.

Sun Zhe suddenly remembered something. "Speaking of which, it's about time we settled our score."

"What score?"

Sun Zhe smiled. "When we first started Cultivation, you said that if I lost, I'd have to agree to one thing for you, and if you lost, you'd have to agree to one thing for me."

Hearing this, Leng Yueshuang's expression suddenly turned ugly.

Sun Zhe stared into her eyes and continued, "We've trained for a total of eleven days. I lost for the first five days, so I owe you five things."

"But I won the next six days, so you owe me six things."

Leng Yueshuang snorted lightly. "Six minus five just means I owe you one thing."

Sun Zhe's eyes roamed over her sexy, alluring figure. "As long as you admit it."

Seeing Sun Zhe's lecherous expression, Leng Yueshuang suddenly had a bad feeling. "A bet is a bet," she said. "Tell me, what do you want me to do?"

Sun Zhe stared at her mysteriously and said, "Bite."

Leng Yueshuang asked in confusion, "What do you mean?"

"Think about the word itself," he prompted with a smirk. "Break it down."

Leng Yueshuang's pretty face flushed crimson, and she shot him a venomous glare. "In your dreams!"

"You just said a bet's a bet. Are you going back on your word already?"

Leng Yueshuang clenched her small fists. "Fine, I agree."

Sun Zhe added, "For at least twenty minutes." Having learned his lesson from Lin Shuqing's half-hearted attempt last time, Sun Zhe was being smarter about it now.

Leng Yueshuang took a deep breath and asked, "When?"

"Right now."

Her eyes widened. "Now?"

Sun Zhe laughed. "I guess this is what they call 'making it ashore,' and the first thing I do is get some payback from the one I've been thinking about. You beat me up so badly these past few days, I need some compensation."

Even Leng Yueshuang's neck turned red as she gritted her teeth. "You're ruthless!"

Without another word, Sun Zhe stood up and pulled down his pants.

Leng Yueshuang took one look, and her brow furrowed. Her lip curled in disgust. "You've been sweating all day, you stink. Can't you go wash up first?"

Sun Zhe grinned mischievously and slowly approached her. He was just about to speak when his phone suddenly rang. He pulled it out and saw it was a call from Su Qingli.

"Shuang'er, I need to take this call. I'll come and deal with you later."

"..."