Zhao Linglan was driving a second-hand spiritual sports car. It didn't burn fuel or charge, and only needed one unit of spiritual energy to travel two thousand kilometers. Moreover, it didn't leave any exhaust behind.
When they approached the sports car, Yang Fan's hands were itching. He couldn't help but want to sit in the driver's seat, but Zhao Linglan kicked him to the passenger seat.
"Brat, how many times have I told you? You're not allowed to touch the steering wheel!"
Zhao Linglan glared at Yang Fan, then sat in the driver's seat and fastened the seatbelt. At the same time, she gestured for Yang Fan to fasten his seatbelt as well.
"Why?" Yang Fan was unconvinced. "My driving skills are pretty good. You have to believe me!"
"Like hell I'll believe you. Last time, it was because I believed you that I let you drive our family's Q1 into the moat. It still hasn't been fished out yet!"
Zhao Linglan glared at Yang Fan, then started the sports car. She stepped on the accelerator, and the sports car started moving smoothly.
There was such a thing?
Yang Fan was speechless. He had no recollection of it at all. What was the point of bringing it up again?
It had to be said that not only was the spiritual sports car stable, it was also very fast. In less than ten minutes, they stopped in front of the Yang Family Restaurant on Anping Street.
The restaurant wasn't big. There were only two doors on the left and right. Because it wasn't meal time, it was empty. There weren't many customers.
After Zhao Linglan and Yang Fan walked in, a greeting came from the direction of the kitchen. "Welcome!" Then, the door curtain lifted, and a kind face with a smile peeked out.
Yang Fan's father, Yang Chaoqun.
The third generation successor of the Yang Family Restaurant, a chef with the strength of a Martial Master who had never left the city to hunt demonic beasts.
Seeing that it was Zhao Linglan and her son, the smile on Yang Chaoqun's face deepened. "So it's my eldest son. You came back just in time. Come in and help me. Your favorite fried egg noodles will be ready soon!"
Seeing the kind and loving smile on Yang Fan's face, Yang Fan's heart warmed. He said, "Dad, our school simulation today …"
"Alright, alright. What's the point of mentioning him when it comes to school matters? The most important thing now is to eat the noodles. Hurry up and come in to help!"
Yang Chaoqun interrupted Yang Fan's words. He didn't want to open his son's scars. In any case, he had never expected his son's martial arts to be that powerful. What he cared about was his son's culinary skills.
As the fourth generation successor of the Yang Family Restaurant, Yang Chaoqun had always hoped that his son could settle down and inherit his legacy.
What was so bad about being a cook? He didn't have to worry about food and drink. Even if there was really a war, he would be a proper logistician in the army. The safety factor was much higher than those cannon fodder who charged and broke through the enemy lines.
It was a pity that Yang Fan didn't give him any peace of mind. He had always wanted to pursue the peak of martial arts. He wanted to go outside the city to hunt demonic beasts. Even after ten years of training, he was still a second level Martial Disciple.
Yang Chaoqun hoped that this mock exam would allow him to see reality clearly and willingly inherit their Yang Family's restaurant.
"Yes, yes, yes. Let's not talk about the past anymore. Let's eat first!" Zhao Linglan gave Yang Fan a look of approval and pushed him into the kitchen.
As soon as he entered, Yang Fan saw a petite figure lying on the table near the inside, hugging a large bowl of noodles and slurping them down.
"Brother, you're back. How was the exam?!"
Hearing the noise, the little girl turned around and gave Yang Fan a big smile. However, the question she asked was a little heart-wrenching.
Yang Fan didn't pay attention to her question. His eyes were fixed on this little sister of his, his mind in a daze. Wasn't this the little disciple he had accepted in Rong City, Yang Guo? How did she come to the real world and even become his little sister?
Yang Fan shook his head vigorously and couldn't help but walk forward. He raised his hands and pinched little Yang Guo's little cheeks. It was really strange. Even the feeling was the same!
"Brother! Why are you pinching my cheeks again? How many times have I told you? I've already grown up. You're not allowed to pinch my cheeks anymore! "
The little girl angrily glared at Yang Fan and reached out to slap his hands away, seriously protesting.
"Guoguo, how can you talk to your brother like that! Your brother only wants to pinch your little cheeks because he likes you. If other people's little sisters wanted him to pinch them, he wouldn't even want to pinch them! "
Zhao Linglan secretly gave Yang Guo a look. This girl, she was really becoming more and more insensible. Couldn't she see that her brother's mood wasn't too good today?
"Mom, you only know how to side with him. You value boys over girls, hmph!"
Yang Guo mischievously stuck out her tongue at Zhao Linglan, then blinked her big eyes and looked pitifully at Yang Chaoqun. "Dad, did you see that? My mom and my brother are bullying me together. You can't just ignore it!"
Yang Chaoqun couldn't help but shake his head and chuckle. "You little spirit, is it your brother bullying you? Why do I feel like you're deliberately bullying your brother?"
Yang Guo's little face turned red. She made a face at Yang Chaoqun in dissatisfaction. "Smelly dad, bad dad, you're bullying me too. I'm ignoring you!"
Yang Fan stared blankly at all of this. Her height, appearance, voice, temper, and even her name were exactly the same. Could it be that the Yang Guo in Rong City was actually a character that he deliberately created based on his little sister's image?
"Little Fan, what's wrong with you? Don't tell me you don't even recognize your little sister?"
Zhao Linglan had been observing Yang Fan's expression all this time. Seeing that his expression was a little strange when he saw Yang Guo, she couldn't help but ask worriedly, "Could it be that the effects of the virtual assessment haven't completely disappeared and your memory is in a mess?"
Hearing this, Yang Chaoqun and Yang Guo also turned their heads to look at Yang Fan.
Yang Fan shook his head lightly. "There are still some effects, but it's not a big problem. You don't need to worry anymore. I'll go upstairs to sleep later and I'll probably recover."
"Right, right, eat first. After eating, go upstairs to sleep and have a good rest! You've never come into contact with such a high degree of virtual gaming before, so it's inevitable that you'll feel a little uncomfortable. Don't worry, you'll slowly get used to it. "
Yang Chaoqun nodded and softly said a few words of advice. He then began to cook for Yang Fan. In a few minutes, a bowl of steaming fried egg noodles was brought before Yang Fan.
The bowl was the kind of bowl that had a very wide opening. It was filled to the brim with five catties of golden noodles and a huge fried egg the size of one side of the bowl.
Yang Fan used his chopsticks to pick at the golden fried egg cake in the bowl. His saliva secreted faster and his stomach seemed to have become even hungrier.
"This time, your Uncle Zhang and the others raided a turkey nest outside the city and seized two turkey eggs weighing a hundred catties, as well as a whole basket of normal eggs the size of a fist. For a very long time to come, our restaurant won't be lacking eggs to eat. "
Yang Chaoqun's face was brimming with a cheerful smile. As a qualified chef, he loved to see fresh ingredients fall into his bag. This meant that he could cook even more delicious dishes for his family and the diners in the restaurant to taste.
"Thanks Dad, I'm going to start eating!"
Yang Fan picked up his chopsticks and also sat at the table and began to dig into the bowl of noodles. Slurp, slurp. His posture was exactly the same as when Yang Guo was eating noodles.
Three minutes later, the entire bowl of noodles was in his stomach. Then, he casually picked up the roasted bacon that Zhao Linglan had just brought out and began to chomp down on it without caring about his image.
This bacon was the rib meat of a level two wild boar demon. It was a mixture of fat and lean meat, and its aroma filled the air.
After eating only a small piece, Yang Fan's stomach began to bulge slightly. He was completely full.
Level two apprentices and potential fighters had large appetites. However, this also depended on what they ate. If it was the flesh of level one or level two demon beasts, they would only need half a catty or two or three taels to satisfy their food needs for a day.
However, demon beasts' flesh was expensive. If a normal person ate it every day, they would not be able to afford it.
Only Yang Fan's family had some spare cash. They could often take out some low-level demon beast meat to provide for Yang Fan and his sister's daily energy consumption.
"I'm full. I'm going up to rest!"
Putting down the bowl and chopsticks, Yang Fan bid farewell to his parents. He then got up and left the kitchen, directly going up the stairs to the second floor.
Yang Guo did the same. After Yang Fan left, she also wanted to go back to her room to rest.
Zhao Linglan seemed to have seen through the little girl's thoughts. When she was about to leave, she suddenly warned, "When you go upstairs, don't tease your brother. He's not in a good mood today. Remember to let him have a good rest!"
"I know, I know. Mummy only knows how to scold me every day. Humph!" The little girl pouted and ran up the stairs unhappily.
After the brother and sister had both left, the smile on Yang Chaoqun's face suddenly disappeared. With a serious expression, he said to Zhao Linglan, "Wife, Xiao Fan's mental state seems a bit off. Do you know what the mock exam's content is today?"
Zhao Linglan said, "In 'Salvation', they are to play the role of the saviour, saving the human race and bringing back the apocalypse. I've asked the teachers at school about this before. Basically, every character in the game will have a golden finger that can turn something rotten into something magical. This allows the character to do twice the work with half the effort in the game, allowing them to soar all the way to the top. "
"Xiao Fan's current state is probably because he has experienced the powerful advantages of being a genius and main character in the virtual game. He has begun to doubt himself in real life. That's why he's so listless."
The corner of Yang Chaoqun's mouth twitched. He said indignantly, "It's just a small mock exam. Why did those bastards from the Federation's Education Bureau insist on using such a highly virtual game? Aren't they purposely forcing those less talented students to feel inferior and break down?"
"That's enough. What's the point of saying all this? Do you think you can change the decision of those bigwigs in the Education Bureau?" Zhao Linglan rolled her eyes at Yang Chaoqun. "Right now, the most important thing is to find a way to help Xiao Fan break free from the psychological influence of the game."
Yang Chaoqun waved his hand. "There's no need to be so anxious about this. My son's mental state isn't that weak. We should give him a bit more confidence."
A young man who bore the title of 'The Shame of Huanan' and had survived for three years in the Huanan Martial Arts Academy. His mental state had long been tempered to be as tough as steel. How could he possibly be affected by a virtual game life?
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