From that day on, he began his hammer-wielding life...
Forty, forty, eighty, eighty.
Hammering during the day, hammering at night.
Hammering before meals, after meals, before sleep, after waking up.
He hammered for over a decade, through rain or shine, with no breaks throughout the year...
The hammer he carried grew larger, and his body grew fatter.
He had broken more hammers than those treacherous Dog Leg Knives that had tried to do him harm...
Later, after arriving at New Star, under Shang Xiulin’s guidance, Little Fatty once again increased his training load.
Every day, he was to smash rocks in the gravity training room for half an hour, at ten times gravity, twenty times... thirty times gravity...
Step by step, sweat soaking him through every day.
This was just the basic training; after returning, he would hammer rocks at night in the Training Room, and in the morning out in the courtyard...
His life revolved around his brother and rocks.
Little Fatty could say with chest-thumping pride, in this world, no one understood rocks better than I.
Tang Fei was working hard, and Little Fatty was also giving his all in his own way.
Tang Fei was making progress, Little Fatty’s advances were eye-popping.
Tang Fei was very intelligent, with outstanding talent, making his cultivation doubly effective.
But Little Fatty, he had earned everything he had today through his diligent effort and repeated sweat...
Tang Fei moved forward and hugged Little Fatty, this time not caring about the sweat covering him.
He gently patted Little Fatty’s back and said softly, "I’m proud of you."
Tears welled up in Little Fatty’s eyes instantly.
Shang Xiulin’s praises for a long time didn’t have the impact of Tang Fei’s single statement.
Since childhood, it was always his elder brother who helped and took care of him.
For the most dangerous matters, his brother rushed to the forefront, for the hardest problems, he would solve them, time and again shielding Little Fatty under his protective wings.
In Little Fatty’s heart, Tang Fei was like a ray of light.
He illuminated his life and led the way forward.
Without Tang Fei, he had no idea what he would have become.
Whether he could have survived at all was even in question...
Since childhood, his idol had been Tang Fei, and he had always aspired to become a man like his brother.
He was proud of his brother.
Now that Tang Fei said he was proud of him...
He had finally done it.
"You are the best," Tang Fei, understanding Little Fatty’s emotions, heard his voice tremble with the effort to hold back tears and hugged him even tighter.
"Alright, alright, the headmaster and Mr. Ran are still watching..." Tang Fei said with a smile, "Men do not easily shed tears; quickly wipe them away, we can’t let others laugh at us..."
"Mmm." Little Fatty wiped the tears off his face, but his freshly limed chubby hands left his face smeared like a painted clown.
Little Fatty approached Shang Xiulin and asked, "Master, do I need to take the test?"
Shang Xiulin glanced at Tang Fei, thought to himself that he might as well go big, and said, "You should spar with Tang Fei... to experience closely the strength of a White Crane Academy student..."
Little Fatty shook his head repeatedly, "No, no..."
"What’s the matter? Afraid to test yourself against your own brother? Afraid you won’t be able to beat him?"
"If he were someone else, I’d spar." Little Fatty looked earnestly at Shang Xiuyao and explained, "But he’s my brother; I can’t... do that."
"I cannot raise my hand against my brother."
"It’s not a life and death battle, just a light sparring session..." Shang Xiulin thought this disciple was certainly single-minded.
Tang Fei also tried to persuade him, "Little Fatty, let’s have a little sparring match; competing with others will benefit your improvement..."
"No, I won’t," Little Fatty still shook his head, "I would rather not improve than raise a hammer against my brother... My hammer is for those who want to harm my elder brother..."
Seeing that he couldn’t persuade his disciple, Shang Xiulin looked helplessly at Tang Fei and asked, "Are you satisfied with the result of this assessment? Is there anything else you would like to test? If so, you can also make a request..."
"Nothing else." Tang Fei bowed deeply to Shang Xiulin, speaking with an earnestness he had never shown before, "Thank you, Headmaster, for your educational grace."
Watching Tang Fei thanking his mentor for him, Little Fatty quickly followed suit with a bow, "Thank you, Master, for cultivating me... I will hammer even better in the future, and I definitely will not disappoint you."
"I’ve never been disappointed in you—it’s just that your confidence in your master isn’t firm enough, right?" Shang Xiulin asked with a chuckle.
Little Fatty scratched his head and gave a silly smile.
Then Shang Xiulin’s gaze shifted to Tang Fei, "I know it’s not your fault. You don’t think that way... It must have been some careless words from the family that made you doubt your future, leading to this little test today... right?"
"Headmaster..." Tang Fei felt as if someone had pierced his heart.
He had never spoken those careless words...
He wasn’t that kind of person.
But in the end, Tang Fei did not offer any defense for himself. As long as he was good to Little Fatty, what did a little grievance matter to him as an elder brother?
He looked at Shang Xiulin and asked, "Little Fatty’s achievements prove that the Headmaster’s training method is correct and effective... I will trouble you with his continued guidance."
Little Fatty wore a bitter expression, "Master, do I still have to continue smashing rocks?"