Lauren was steadily recovering.
Over the next few days, Andrew started getting up early to train in martial arts, bringing along Aspen and the
overly enthusiastic Francesca. Joining them were Natasha and Dylan, martial artists from rough backgrounds who
had survived on raw instinct and brute strength.
Their paths had been messy and unrefined, leading them toward a dead end. Nonetheless, Andrew guided them
back onto the right track, introducing them to proper martial discipline and real combat form.
Though neither of them said it out loud, both Natasha and Dylan already held a deep, unspoken gratitude toward
him.
Andrew said, "Remember this—there are no shortcuts in martial arts. It doesn't matter if you're a natural or a
slow learner. If you want to climb high in this field, you have to put in the hard work."
The morning breeze already carried a slight chill as autumn approached. On the lawn outside Serenity Villa,
Andrew stood with his hands behind his back, addressing the four trainees.
Francesca stuck out her tongue with a giggle. "Honey, do you have to be so serious? You're making it hard to
keep a straight face!"
Andrew frowned. "Francesca, step forward."
She blushed, pouting. "Seriously? You're not just playing around?"
Andrew looked at her sternly. "I told you all last night that we start training today. And if we're training, we follow
the rules. Your attitude just now was way too casual. So let's start with 20 push-ups."
Francesca rolled up her sleeves, revealing fair, smooth arms, and smirked. "20? That's it? Don't underestimate
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Andrew called out, "Dylan, turn around!"
Dylan did not understand but obediently turned his back anyway.
Meanwhile, Francesca began doing push-ups with proper form, her full bosom touching the ground and bouncing
back up with each repetition.
Andrew squatted nearby, clearly enjoying the view. Aspen covered her face, silently judging her increasingly
shameless master.
Natasha, being an experienced woman, barely batted an eye. In fact, she looked like she was itching for Andrew
to call her next.
"Alright, done! Not even panting!" Francesca clapped her hands and stood back up, looking incredibly pleased
with herself.
Andrew nodded. "Not bad. Stronger than most guys, honestly. These days, it's rare to find anyone who can crank
out 20 proper push-ups."
Aspen chimed in, "So, can we start real training now?"
Andrew waved a hand. "No rush. First, | want to ask you all a question. What do you think Holtrien's martial art
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