Chapter 292
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The villa was located in the southwest corner of the mansion. It was a huge indoor shooting range.
Mu Yazhe had always been willing to invest a lot of effort into Xiao Yichen.
When Xiao Yichen had just learned how to walk, Mu Yazhe had sent him to the special training camp to observe the soldiers' special training.
When he was young, Grandpa Mu had also trained him in the same way. Every summer, he would send him to the special training camp to undergo special training.
Under Mu Yazhe's influence, Xiao Yichen had developed a strong interest in firearms and combat at a young age.
When he was two years old and the other children were still learning how to speak, Xiao Yichen was already holding a pacifier in his mouth. He could skillfully assemble and load all kinds of firearms and ammunition. When he was three years old, he could even load and shoot skillfully.
Even Grandpa Mu could not help but click his tongue in amazement!
Children of the same age as Xiao Yichen might still be learning how to speak. Those who were talented liked to draw on white paper and were still obsessed with interesting toys. However, Xiao Yichen seemed to have inherited Mu Yazhe's iron-blooded genes. He did not like to play with words and ink. Instead, he was obsessed with combat and firearms.
When he was five years old, he officially entered the military camp. Not only did he not complain about the heavy training, but he was also very excited about it.
Grandpa Mu was in awe. Not only was this child not inferior to Mu Yazhe when he was young, but he had even surpassed him in terms of maturity.
The villa was not only equipped with a fencing hall, but it was also equipped with an archery hall, a shooting range, and a combat arena. All of these were prepared for Xiao Yichen.
At the same time, in the archery hall.
It was quiet.
It was so quiet that one could hear a pin drop on the ground.
Xiao Yichen was wearing a smart and neat protective suit. He stood upright and held a heavy bow in his hand. He held his breath and focused on aiming at the target a hundred meters away. His fingers pulled the bowstring.
Swoosh! The arrow that was released from the bowstring seemed to have the power of a thunderbolt. It was like an arrow made of sparks. It was shot in an instant and accurately hit the bullseye.
"Young Master …"
Behind him, the nanny who had rushed over had been waiting for a long time. Seeing him put down the bow, she said softly, "Master and Young Madam want you to have breakfast."
Xiao Yichen acted as if he hadn't heard anything. He turned around with a cold expression and took off his equipment expressionlessly. Suddenly, he thought of something and turned around to ask, "Did Daddy come back last night?"
"Young Master, Young Master didn't come back last night."
"Oh."
Xiao Yichen furrowed his brows slightly, and there was a hint of loneliness in his eyes. After a moment of silence, he picked up the towel handed to him by a servant and wiped the sweat off his face.
"I'm not going. Tell Grandpa and Mommy that I have no appetite."
His cold words revealed that he was somewhat disappointed at the moment.
The nanny said with a worried face, "Young Master, if you don't go eat breakfast, Master will be worried. Skipping breakfast isn't good for your health. "
"Then prepare a copy for me and send it to my study," Xiao Yichen said coldly and walked out of the archery range.
Behind him, the nanny looked at his cold figure and sighed softly.
The father and son were exactly the same in terms of temperament.
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