林家，废柴少爷陈楚林正坐在后院的演武场，一脸烦躁地擦拭着手中的断柴。汗水顺着脸颊滑落，他却如未觉。

“废物，连根柴都擦不干净！”一声怒吼如同炸雷般在演武场上空响起。只见林家大管事林虎 strides onto the scene, face contorted with anger. He pointed a finger at Chen Chulin, his eyes filled with disdain. “Chen Chulin, the upcoming martial arts competition is approaching. Do you think you can enter the competition with such a state? You’re just a waste of food!”

陈楚lin hefted the broken branch slightly, a flash of anger in his eyes. “What do you want? Can’t you see I’m busy?”

林虎 sneered, “Busy? You’re just slacking off! Your father expects you to take first place in the competition. Do you want to disappoint him?”

“Take first place? With me?” Chen Chulin scoffed, his voice laced with displeasure. He knew very well that with his current strength, winning the competition was as unrealistic as flying to the moon.

林虎 become even angrier. He raised his hand and slapped Chen Chulin hard across the face. “You little brat, dare you talk back to me? You think you’re someone because your father is the head of the family?”