Reborn as a Noble's Son-Chapter 809 - 765: Do We Have a Grudge from a Past Life?

Chapter 809 -765: Do We Have a Grudge from a Past Life?

Five o’clock in the morning

Yang Zhi had been deep in sleep. Yu Lan had taken a flight back to Jingcheng overnight the previous evening. The new environment, the new setting, it had made Yang Zhi somewhat uncomfortable.

As someone who had grown up with a silver spoon in his mouth, Yang Zhi was not very familiar with unfamiliar environments. He hadn’t fallen asleep until after two o’clock the night before.

But suddenly, there came a bang bang bang from outside the door. It really pissed Yang Zhi off, and he bellowed, “What the hell is all the noise for? Are you out of your mind?”

No sooner had he spoken than Yang Zhi suddenly sat up. At that moment, he woke up. Now, he was no longer in Jingcheng; he was in Bashu, in his aunt’s house.

He stood up and opened the door. Outside, Nie Zhenbang stood with a stern face. Looking at Yang Zhi, Nie Zhenbang said in a deep voice, “Ten minutes to get dressed and brush your teeth. I’ll be waiting for you in the yard. Otherwise, you take the consequences.”

This was also a plan of Nie Zhenbang’s – having Yang Zhi over and placing him under his care – truth be told, Nie Zhenbang was under no small amount of pressure. As the eldest grandson of the Yang family, his father-in-law had high hopes for Yang Zhi. But now? Yang Zhi’s pretentious behavior was giving Nie Zhenbang a headache. Change wouldn’t be quick or easy.

The night before, Nie Zhenbang had thought it over for a long time. Yang Zhi’s transformation needed a comprehensive approach. And now, starting with physical training, that was Nie Zhenbang’s first step.

Five o’clock in the morning. At this time, before dawn, it was the darkest period. Outside the courtyard, the dim street lights, the early morning mist.

By the time Yang Zhi got dressed and walked out of the house, Nie Zhenbang’s gaze was very serious, his eyes scanning. At this moment, Yang Zhi was dressed in casual attire. On his feet, he wore a pair of casual leather shoes. Seeing this, Nie Zhenbang didn’t remind Yang Zhi. Sometimes, it’s only after really suffering that you can understand.

Checking his watch. It was already five-fifteen. Nie Zhenbang’s expression hardened as he said in a firm voice, “You’re five minutes late. Yang Zhi, since your dad has put you in my care, it means your parents have absolute trust in your aunt and me. Let me be clear right now, if you want to stay here, then you need to follow my arrangements. Otherwise, you can roll back to Jingcheng. Whether that will cause trouble for your dad, or whether the Old Xu family will come to settle accounts with your family, I have no idea. Can you do that?”

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Nie Zhenbang’s words were both intimidating and frightening. Yang Zhi was, after all, just a fourteen-year-old child. Even though he had been exposed to such things from a young age in this kind of family, he was still quite scared. As for what the Old Xu family matter might mean, Yang Zhi had no idea of the consequences. He only knew that his parents had sent him away to Bashu to take refuge. He was aware that this trouble was no small matter.

Despite being somewhat reckless, Yang Zhi did have a conscience. He felt very guilty for the trouble he had caused his family, and now, being addressed thus by Nie Zhenbang, he lost all his temper. He nodded and said, “Uncle, I can do it.”

Nie Zhenbang was surprised at Yang Zhi’s response which had completely surpassed his expectations. In his memory, Yang Zhi was one of the leading playboys of Jingcheng.

However, outwardly, Nie Zhenbang commented emotionlessly, “Good, since you’ve agreed. For now, you won’t go to school. It’s less than a month until the summer break. Come September, I’ll arrange for your school matters. Starting now, every morning, you need to exercise with me. Three kilometers of running, two hundred pushups, and a hundred sit-ups daily. There will be no exceptions. You must achieve this. Now, run with me.”

After saying this, Nie Zhenbang started running out, having carefully calculated the speed and distance suitable for Yang Zhi’s age and physical strength. For someone of his age, this distance and amount of exercise might be a bit much, but it wasn’t impossible to complete. In fact, for someone with a basic athletic foundation, there would be no problem completing this amount of exercise.

Considering he had to go to work, Nie Zhenbang didn’t run outside the Provincial Party Committee and Provincial Government residential area. However, the area for the families of the Bashu Provincial Party Committee and Provincial Government was also quite large.

One lap down, and there was definitely a distance of fifteen hundred meters. Not even five hundred meters in, Nie Zhenbang could clearly hear Yang Zhi’s breathing getting heavy.

Nie Zhenbang immediately slowed down to keep pace with Yang Zhi, saying sternly, “Close your mouth, take deep breaths. Keep the rhythm. If you still want to complete it, don’t be impatient. Keep calm. The first run requires strong willpower.”

But Nie Zhenbang clearly overestimated Yang Zhi’s tolerance for hardship. After about a kilometer, Yang Zhi stopped, sat down on the ground with a thud. He gasped for air, fanning himself with his hands, saying, “Can’t do it, I can’t run anymore. I quit.”

That statement completely revealed Yang Zhi’s spoiled nature. A ruffian of Jingcheng, that’s what he was. Always second to heaven, doing whatever he pleased. And if he didn’t want to, not even a knife to his neck could make him budge.

That’s the ruffian’s attitude. Nie Zhenbang frowned at this behavior, which he couldn’t stand.

His expression darkened as he walked up to Yang Zhi and commanded, “Stand up!”

Yang Zhi, sitting on the curb, didn’t move an inch. He ignored Nie Zhenbang’s words as if they were wind in his ears. Moreover, he put on the air that there was nothing Nie could do about him.

Seeing this, Nie Zhenbang did not hesitate at all; he lifted his leg and landed a kick on Yang Zhi’s thigh. Nie Zhenbang also controlled his strength well. It was enough to make Yang Zhi feel pain, but it would not cause him any injury.

The kick immediately got Yang Zhi up on his feet, something he had not anticipated at all. His uncle acted with such decisiveness, showing no hesitation whatsoever in his actions.

Watching Yang Zhi staring at him furiously, Nie Zhenbang’s mouth curled into a mocking smile as he spoke in a stern voice, “You think you’re capable? You’re already this exhausted after running just a kilometer. What? You want to fight me? Fine, bring it on. If you can beat me, you don’t have to do the training.”

“Uncle, you’re going too far. I didn’t come here to be abused,” Yang Zhi said, annoyed, but he was also clear about the situation.

Before he could finish, Nie Zhenbang cut him off and said in a loud voice, “Cut the nonsense. Since you’re living here, you don’t have any other choice. You must run whether you like it or not. That’s my stance. If you refuse, I’ll make you run.”

After running three kilometers, by the time Yang Zhi returned to the yard, it was already six in the morning. For Nie Zhenbang, a distance of three kilometers would usually take no more than about fifteen minutes at most. However, Yang Zhi took an entire hour.

As soon as he entered, Yang Zhi collapsed on the ground and shouted, “Anna, save me! Uncle is abusing me!”

Acting pitiful and seeking help is a strategy that every mischievous kid must learn. In this aspect, Yang Anbang was among the best. Now, it seemed his nephew had fully mastered the art.

Unfortunately, this tactic had no effect on Nie Zhenbang at all. He had already discussed it with Yang Anna the previous night. For the sake of her nephew’s future, Yang Anna was also determined.

Looking at Yang Zhi, Nie Zhenbang spoke in a deep voice, “Alright, Yang Zhi, don’t try those tricks with me. Now, get started with two hundred push-ups immediately.”

As he spoke, Nie Zhenbang began to practice Shape-Intent Fist next to him, his fists generating gusts of wind. This was the manifestation of having trained the Shape-Intent Fist to the extreme external level. After thirty years of consistent practice, achieving such a level was only natural.

Watched his uncle’s movements, Yang Zhi found himself longing to be able to do the same. Under Nie Zhenbang’s supervision, and after another half hour, he finally completed the two hundred push-ups. Even though the last hundred or so hardly counted as push-ups, Nie Zhenbang knew all too well the principle, “more haste, less speed.”

Next came sit-ups, and after one hundred, Yang Zhi was sitting collapsed on the ground. By now, it was broad daylight.

Nie Zhenbang then walked straight up to Yang Zhi and said in a firm voice, “Stand up and walk slowly in the yard for ten minutes.”

This time, Yang Zhi had learned his lesson and did not resist, getting up and starting to walk. At this moment, his mood was undoubtedly dejected.

After causing trouble in Jingcheng, Yang Zhi had thought that coming to Bashu would be very comfortable, especially since his uncle was in charge of the Bashu Provincial Government. However, he had not expected that on the very first day, he would feel as though he had entered an abyss of suffering.

At the dining table, breakfast was lavish. There were eggs, milk, and a few chicken legs – all high-energy foods, specifically requested by Nie Zhenbang. While Yang Zhi’s training was tough, his nutrition had to keep up as well.

Sitting at the table with an egg in hand, Yang Zhi suddenly looked up at Nie Zhenbang and said, “Uncle, I have a question for you.”

The question caught Nie Zhenbang by surprise. After a moment of astonishment, he replied, “What’s your question?”

Yang Zhi glanced at his younger aunt, Yang Anna, as if drawing courage from her presence, and said, “Uncle, did we have a grudge in a past life or something? Otherwise, why are you so intent on running me into the ground?”

As soon as these words were out, Nie Zhenbang froze. The boy had guessed too accurately. Beside them, Yang Anna scolded, “Zhi, what are you talking about? What grudge from a past life? Your uncle is doing this for your own good. Since ancient times, the houses of the wealthy have been full of prodigals. Do you really want to become one of them?”

Nie Zhenbang chuckled slightly, feeling a bit embarrassed. Of course, his intentions for training Yang Zhi were good, but in his heart, he did harbor a bit of that sentiment. Yang Zhi’s inadvertent comment made Nie Zhenbang feel somewhat sheepish. Maintaining a stern face, he said, “You’ve actually hit the nail on the head. I do have a grudge against you from a past life. Starting tomorrow, you’ll add another half-kilometer to your run. And add twenty more to both the push-ups and sit-ups.”

PS: I had to go out today and got back late, so here’s one chapter. There will be an update in the wee hours. Brothers and sisters, go to sleep. Read it tomorrow. (