Chapter 313: Dad, You Need to Restrain Yourself

This was an Amazon giant python, over five meters long, its massive body terrifying just to look at, enough to scare an old man to death.

Originally, the giant python was already old, probably with only a few 【years】 left to live.

But during those few 【years】, this giant python roamed the river, drank the river water, ate a few animals, and its aged body was like a final flare before death, becoming spirited, as if returning to its prime, strong and vigorous.

At this moment.

This giant python was shedding its skin — it was clearly about to die, yet it shed its skin once more, growing its body.

And this time was the longest shed it had ever had, and also the time its body grew the longest after shedding. In the past, its body only grew a little with each shed, but this time it surged.

Its body length was already close to six meters.

"Hiss~"

The giant python shed its skin, its pair of snake pupils becoming bright, no longer dim with age, radiating sharp brilliance.

All manner of birds and beasts were quietly undergoing changes…

……

Time flew by like a white colt flashing past a crack, gone in an instant.

A week passed in the blink of an eye.

Russia, at Mike's home.

"Slept so comfortably."

Mike stretched in bed, yawned, patted his face to shake off the drowsiness, his eyes bright and spirited.

The last collapse had scared Mike badly; he hadn't slept well for several 【days】. But recently, whether because his mood had eased or for some other reason, the insomnia was gone, he ate well and slept well, and even felt full of strength all over.

He got out of bed, went to the bathroom, picked up the toothpaste and squeezed it onto the toothbrush.

Squelch!

"Oh my."

The toothpaste shot out like a fountain, squirting out with a squelch and splattering all over Mike's face.

"What the hell."

Mike wiped the toothpaste off his face, his expression speechless. Without thinking, it had to be his son's prank — the son had pumped air into the toothpaste or done something to it, so that a light squeeze sent it spraying out.

That brat, he'd teach him a lesson later.

Thinking this, he reached up to wipe the toothpaste off his face.

At this moment.

A voice came from the doorway

"Dad, what are you doing."

Mike's son saw the white stuff on his dad's face, even more white stuff on his hands, and looking at his dad's outfit — only wearing a pair of big underpants, and in the bathroom at that.

The next second.

His son left a single sentence, turned and walked away, acting as if he had seen nothing — "look not at what is improper to look at, listen not to what is improper to listen at."

"Dad, you need to restrain yourself."

Mike was first stunned, his mouth twitching wildly, and instantly understood what his son was 【implying】.

Indeed, this kind of scene, if it happened to anyone else, would probably be social death, but Mike was still fairly composed, mainly because he felt this was his son's doing. He directly grabbed his son by the collar and lifted him up in one go.

"You little brat, you did all this, and you still dare — if I don't teach you a lesson, you actually dare to mess with me? Is it because I won't let you play games, so you want to prank me?"

"Huh? Dad, what are you talking about? I don't understand, what prank on you?"

Lifted up like a chick, Mike's son was very close to Mike and smelled the toothpaste on his hand.

"This is… toothpaste? So Dad, you weren't…"

"Weren't what?"

"Nothing, nothing. Dad, I didn't prank you, I swear to God. I just got up too, and last night I went out with friends and didn't get back until very late. As soon as I got back I slept — you saw it yourself, when would I have had time to prank you?"

"True."

Mike thought about it, and indeed it was so. It seemed he probably hadn't squeezed the toothpaste properly, or there was some other reason.

He put his son down and patted his son's shoulder:

"By the way, son, eat more meat. Look how much thinner you've gotten. As a Russian man, how can you not build muscle? Why are you looking at me like that? I've told you many times — boys need to grow strong, like a bear, only then will girls like you."

"?????" Mike's son was completely baffled, looking at Mike strangely: "Dad, what are you talking about, talking nonsense with your eyes open? I've gained five jin this month, and my muscles are much firmer too — you actually say I'm thinner?"

He pointed at his face and his biceps.

"Look, my face has gotten half a circle fatter, and my muscles are much firmer."

"Gained five jin? That shouldn't be. When I just picked you up, it felt much lighter than when I picked you up last month."

"Impossible. I weighed myself just yesterday morning — I'm a full five jin heavier than last month. How could I be lighter than last month?"

The son spoke bluntly.

"That's not right. I really do feel you're lighter." Mike reached out and lifted his son again, feeling him out: "That's right, it's much easier than before… Could it be that my strength has increased?"

His son's weight had increased, yet he felt lighter lifting him — there was only one possibility: his own arm strength had increased, so lifting his son felt lighter.

At this moment.

Not only was Mike puzzled, but his son was too.

Although Mike did physical labor, he was already in his early forties. To rapidly increase strength wasn't a matter of a day or two. Moreover, he hadn't exercised this month, so how could his strength have grown — and grown by quite a lot at that.

Lifting a son who had gained five jin yet feeling it lighter — his strength must have increased considerably.

Suddenly, Mike's son said out of nowhere:

"Get up, Dad, I think my strength has gotten bigger too."

He recalled that yesterday when he went out with friends, in order to take advantage with the girls and show off, they had a push-up contest, with the girls sitting on their backs.

In that contest, he and his friends did far more push-ups than usual.

At the time, he thought it was because there were girls present, so both he and his friend were pumped up, performing beyond normal.

But now, after his dad mentioned strength, he suddenly realized his arm didn't hurt at all.

You have to know that people who rarely exercise, once they overdo it, will definitely feel muscle soreness afterward, yet he couldn't feel any muscle soreness now; on the contrary, his body felt exceptionally comfortable.

"Huh? You eat, drink, and lie around, and your strength gets bigger too?"

Michael was full of question marks.

At the same time, situations similar to Michael and his friends' were playing out all over the world.

People who worked out intuitively felt that their weights had become much lighter when lifting.

Some people, picking up a plastic water cup, accidentally used too much force and snapped the handle off.

There were people who practiced boxing, hitting the sandbag with loud thuds, as if they had inexhaustible strength.

Not only that.

Some elderly people leaning on canes accidentally fell, the cane flew out, but they suddenly discovered that their legs were no longer as clumsy as before and could walk normally.

The strangest belonged to the hospital patients.

For example, one person whose liver detoxification had a problem, a few days ago when they took a CT scan, the liver had a shadow, but the result of coming today for a follow-up CT scan was that the shadow had miraculously disappeared.

There was also a critically ill patient who, clearly a few days ago was in the ICU in critical condition, with veteran doctors who had practiced medicine for decades and other doctors all making the same judgment: for the patient to be out of danger would take at least a period of time.

Then in less than a few days, the doctors were collectively slapped in the face.

In a short time, the patient's condition underwent a dramatic change, from critical and dangerous severe illness to merely severe illness, and now had already left the ICU, only needing to be admitted for observation — it could be called a miracle in medical history.