Chapter 562: This Netizen from the Island Nation

"Yes, yes, thank you San-ge for your concern."

The Earth Monkey and the others nodded repeatedly.

"Zhang Chulan, it's time for training."

Just when Zhang Chulan was eating melons with great relish,

Feng Baobao's calm voice without any ups and downs sounded in his ears.

"Has the whole morning passed like this?"

Zhang Chulan had never felt time pass so quickly,

even during the winter and summer vacations, Saturdays, and Sundays in high school.

After all, the sea of questions faced in high school did not leave as deep an impression as Feng Baobao's fist.

After all, Feng Baobao's hands were truly meant to beat him to death as long as she didn't kill him.

Thinking of the previous experience now, his whole body was still aching faintly.

"Oh."

Although he didn't really want to continue being a meat target, thinking of the truth about his grandfather's death,

he still tried hard to lift his spirits, determined to get a good ranking in the Luo Tian Luotian Da Jiao and get the qualification to meet the Old Heavenly Master.

"Jie-ge, I want to ask for your advice."

After agreeing to Feng Baobao, Zhang Chulan came to Zhang Jie and invited him sincerely.

"Good, I also want to see how Bao'er-jie trains you."

Zhang Jie, who happened to be free, naturally had no objection.

The company's affairs were handled by Xu San, the assistant to the person in charge who was actually serving as the person in charge,

and there was no need for him, an ordinary employee who was not much better than a temporary worker, to participate at all,

and he could just use the pretext of honing Zhang Chulan to go fishing.

Saying goodbye to Xu San, the three of Zhang Jie came to the suburban villa.

"Too dilapidated."

Looking at this desolate villa that was full of damage,

even with Zhang Jie's state of mind, he could not help but sigh.

That is, there are extraordinary individuals from the company training here, and there are still some people,

otherwise, there would be legends of ghosts here, becoming another urban legend.

Although with his strength, living in Chernobyl, drinking nuclear drinks with radiation in Fukushima,

and eating seafood from the island nation would be a piece of cake,

but as a vulgar person who never intended to give up his humanity, a comfortable environment was still what he loved.

"Jie-ge..."

Zhang Chulan looked at Zhang Jie with resentful eyes.

You also know that this place is too dilapidated?

You can just pat your butt and go home, but he has to live here for a long time.

The bad living environment, coupled with Feng Baobao's real physical violence,

Zhang Chulan seriously suspected that his health index had already slipped by two +.

"Cough, cough..."

Even with Zhang Jie's thick skin, being looked at by Zhang Chulan's resentful eyes made him a bit embarrassed,

he coughed tactically twice, reached out and patted his shoulder, and said with a very sincere tone:

"Chulan, the ancients said, when Heaven is about to place a great responsibility on a person, it will first test their heart and will,

labor their muscles and bones, starve their body and skin, empty their body, and frustrate their actions, so as to stimulate their heart and harden their nature, and increase their inability.

Everything now is Heaven testing you, to let you take on greater responsibilities!"

"Really?"

Zhang Chulan asked subconsciously.

"Of course!"

Zhang Jie answered decisively, his sincerity almost overflowing.

"But money is more, work is less, close to home, doing less and taking more, and getting something for nothing is my dream."

Zhang Chulan, who came back to his senses, muttered in a low voice.

Slap.

Zhang Jie slapped his forehead.

Zhang Chulan is still that Zhang Chulan, not deep in the city, and shameless,

it is absolutely impossible for him to be hot-blooded because of a little chicken soup for the soul.

"Chulan, you don't want to miss the truth about your grandfather's anonymity, right?"

Zhang Jie had no choice but to take out his trump card.

Feng Baobao was resting her chin on her hand on the side, thoughtful.

Why is this sentence structure so familiar?

It seems to be similar to what the president said to his wife in the island nation movies that Xu San and Xu Si watched when they were young.

Wife, you don't want your husband to lose his job, right?

'This netizen from the island nation, please restrain your taste.'

Listening to this very characteristic sentence, Zhang Chulan couldn't help but complain in his heart. 【5

Although, because of the cinnabar mark on his arm, he not only couldn't pursue girls who didn't truly like him,

but he couldn't even engage in the self-taught technical activities common to boys during puberty,

this did not mean he was completely ignorant of that particular art from the island nation:

"My roommate seems to be a Japanese spy; every time he thinks I'm asleep in the middle of the night,

he secretly sneaks off to the bathroom behind my back with his phone and tissues, and then I hear the voice of a Japanese woman.

I strongly suspect he writes secrets on paper and transmits them to his female Japanese superior via video call.

His female Japanese superior even screams with joy after reading the classified documents.

Then, a few minutes later, he rushes back to bed. What should I do now?"

………

"Yeah, Brother Jie, I won't give up."

Suppressing the urge to complain, Zhang Chulan nodded heavily.

"That's good."

Zhang Jie smiled and patted Zhang Chulan on the shoulder again.

Zhang Chulan, the protagonist, was not as passionate or full of fiery spirit as other shonen protagonists;

instead, due to years of hiding, he had become somewhat gloomy and shameless,

but clearly, he held deep affection for the grandfather who had raised and educated him for many years.

As they spoke, the group had already entered the villa.

It went without saying that the interior of the villa was also in a "Syrian war-torn" style;

although it wasn't quite like the poet Du Fu's thatched cottage, where "the roof leaked at the head of the bed, and the rain fell like hemp without end,"

it was truly bare, to the point where if a mouse came in, it would have to stay up all night writing an "Ode to a Humble Abode."

"Brother Jie, I don't know, I don't know..."

As they each found a stool in the living room to sit on, Zhang Chulan said, stammering a bit.

"If you have something to say, just say it, kid. Are we strangers to each other?"

Zhang Jie glanced casually at the stuttering Zhang Chulan.

"It's just... that True Qi from the other night, do you think you could give me a little more?

It doesn't have to be much, just two or three more strands would be enough."

Encouraged by Zhang Jie, Zhang Chulan finally gathered the courage to hesitantly voice his request.

It turned out that when he had been abducted by Lu Liang and the others, a thought-projection of Zhang Jie had saved him in the form of a golden figure,

using Zhang Jie's own Qi. After Zhang Jie returned it to him, he discovered that the Qi refined by Zhang Jie was of exceptionally high quality;

using it as a catalyst, his cultivation speed had at least tripled!

This discovery made him ecstatic, as he had basically stopped cultivating since his grandfather passed away,

all to better follow his grandfather's teaching to "hide his name and live as an ordinary person."

Over these many years, his cultivation had not only failed to progress compared to his youth, but had actually regressed slightly.

Because of this, he had fallen nearly ten full years behind other young talents in the world of the extraordinary.

Although he believed his own natural talent was no weaker than anyone else's, missing such a long period of cultivation

undoubtedly left his cultivation far behind other extraordinary individuals of his age.

Uh... one thing to add here is that his talent was being compared to other young extraordinary individuals,

not to monsters like Zhang Jie.

Under these circumstances, his hope of achieving a good ranking at the Luo Tian Luotian Da Jiao had undoubtedly become slim.

And now, Zhang Jie's True Qi could compensate for this shortcoming.

Although it couldn't directly reclaim the ten years he had lost, being able to make up for it somewhat

would undoubtedly greatly increase his hopes for the Luo Tian Luotian Da Jiao.