The two kilometers of running and stopping made Qin Ze extremely tired. Although he didn't like to exercise normally, it wasn't difficult for him to jog for two kilometers. One could imagine that the system had really drained his body during the day.
The park was completely silent. The lush lawn, neatly trimmed shrubs, carefully cultivated flowers, and silent trees. The street lamps cast orange halos.
Qin Ze sat on the park bench and panted. Sweat dripped down his cheeks. His lungs were like old blowers. "Huff, huff, huff …"
After resting for a few minutes, he got up and jogged in the park. Occasionally, cars sped by. Exercise had never been Qin Ze's forte. He had a weak stomach since he was young and would vomit after strenuous exercise. Therefore, except for physical education classes, he basically did not do any physical exercise. When he was in school, he watched the boys on the basketball court while the girls cheered them on. With his body and skills, he was not qualified to show his face on the basketball court. Even if he was on the court, he would only be in the background and a passerby. Therefore, he could only sit on the lawn far away, holding a piece of grass in his mouth and looking up at the sky at a 45-degree angle to show that he did not like basketball and disdained the girls' cheers.
He jogged for ten minutes, then walked for five minutes. He persisted for an hour. He threw his jacket on the bench and his T-shirt was soaked in sweat.
"System, System … I think I need to save myself." Qin Ze sat on the lawn and kept retching.
"Sorry host, the System does not have medical functions. However, you can exchange for Chinese medicine or Western medicine skills from the System."
"I can exchange for medical skills?"
"Yes!"
"Forget it. Without a medical license, I will be arrested by the police."
"The host is really a blockhead. You have read so many novels. Don't you understand anything?"
"You mean to say that you met an old man who suddenly fell ill in the park, or a little girl who was hit by a car on the road, or … Oh please, you know that this is a novel. If you were a patient, would you let a layman treat you? What if the patient died? It doesn't make any sense. "
"According to the data, many old Chinese medicine doctors and amateur doctors do not have a medical license. This kind of thing still depends on the host's own efforts. "
"Right now, I just want to save my points for your next mission." Qin Ze continued to compete with the system while recuperating.
At half past five, the sky was clear and the curtain of night had faded away. Dawn was about to break.
Qin Ze finally recovered. He stood still on the lawn of the park, took a deep breath, and got into a fighting stance. He held his Dantian with both hands, pressing his left hand down and raising his right hand. When the distance between his hands reached the limit, he slowly closed them again. Then, with his Dantian as the center, he drew a big circle with his arms and bent his knees slightly.
His breathing became sometimes fast and sometimes slow, coinciding with the movements of his body. His breathing was fresh.
Qin Ze closed his eyes and emptied his mind. He didn't want to think about anything and relied on his instincts to repeatedly use the Twelve Brocades. After an unknown period of time, a warm current rose from his Dantian and flowed to his limbs and bones, making him feel comfortable. He was immersed in this state until the emotional music rang out. It was like a divine ax that split the chaos in Qin Ze's mind. He woke up from his wonderful state with a start. The sky was already bright, and there were more cars outside the park. In a small square not far away, a group of middle-aged women in exercise clothes were walking left and right with light steps … The middle-aged woman leading the dance was even holding a flirtatious fan in her hand.
The most popular dynamic ballad was playing from the tape recorder next to him.
Qin Ze took out his phone and looked. It was already half past seven. He had practiced for two hours without realizing it.
He picked up the jacket on the lawn, threw it over his shoulder, and jogged toward the neighborhood.
When he passed by the breakfast shop, he bought two bowls of soy milk, two trays of soup dumplings, and four youtiao.
He took out his key and opened the door. Qin Bao Bao's room was open. The sound of running water came from the bathroom. His sister was probably taking a shower. Qin Ze put the breakfast on the table. His stomach was growling with hunger. Fortunately, his toothbrush and towel were all in the room. Otherwise, Qin Bao Bao would be starving to death after her shower.
Qin Ze ate breakfast while looking at the points store. The store was huge, covering all kinds of industries and skills. It was a treasure mountain. Qin Ze felt that he had to learn how to use the things inside as soon as possible. Otherwise, he wouldn't be at a loss when he encountered a mission.
At this time, Qin Bao Bao came out of the shower. She was wearing a bathrobe, with bangs on her forehead. Her face was white and rosy.
Qin Ze felt that his sister would be more beautiful with bangs on her head, but Qin Bao Bao felt that her bangs were more beautiful.
Qin Bao Bao pulled out a chair. Before sitting down, she reached out to pick up a bun and stuffed it into her mouth. She puffed out her cheeks and said, "Where did you go this morning?"
"Jogging." Qin Ze closed the system interface without any change in expression.
"You want to jog?"
Qin Bao Bao heard this and covered her mouth with one hand. Her expression was exaggerated as she laughed to express her disdain.
"Don't laugh. In half a year at most, I will be a strange man with eight abdominal muscles." Qin Ze snorted.
"Don't say half a year. If you can last a week, I will take care of your cooking for the next month." Qin Bao Bao curled her lips.
"Then I will admit defeat now." Qin Ze immediately retaliated.
Qin Bao Bao had lived for twenty-five years, but she didn't know whether to add oil or vegetables first when cooking. She also didn't know whether to add rice or water when cooking.
His sister flew into a rage out of humiliation and hit Qin Ze.
Qin Ze finished his breakfast and suddenly remembered something. "Oh right, give me some more money."
Qin Bao Bao frowned. Her red phoenix eyes were enough to make 90% of women feel ashamed. "Didn't I give you five hundred yuan last week? Did you really find a girlfriend? "
"Don't look at me like that. I bought the cake for your birthday. Damn it, it cost me three hundred yuan. Your friends are all spendthrifts. They didn't eat a single bite. They used it all on their faces. "
Qin Baobao seemed to be relieved. She ran back to her room in her slippers and came out with her handbag. She took out five hundred RMB and put it on the table. "Save your money. I just resigned, and my new job only pays me three thousand RMB. We have to tighten our belts in the future. We can't ask our parents for money, or we'll be nagged by the old man again."
"Didn't you sign a contract to be a star? A star's salary is only three thousand yuan?" Qin Ze's face was full of "don't lie to me."
Qin Bao Bao rolled her eyes. "I haven't debuted yet. There are many artists signed by entertainment companies every year. Only a few of them can make a name for themselves. They are all half-baked. Besides, stars don't care about the basic salary. I still have three months of training before I can debut. During this period of time, I only have a meager basic salary. "
Qin Ze suddenly had the idea of making money as soon as possible.
Although his family was a local and had two houses, they were real estate. He didn't have much savings. In the words of the locals of Shanghai, "Those who are rich are not from here. Those who are rich are all foreigners …"
After Qin Ze moved in with his sister, his family stopped paying for his living expenses. Qin Bao Bao took care of all his expenses. Qin Bao Bao bought him three sets of clothes, mobile phones, and laptops.
Qin Ze wanted to make money, but he wouldn't say it out loud. Qin Bao kicked Qin Bao Bao's leg. "Then why are you still sitting there like an idiot? Hurry up and go to training. Don't come back to see me if you don't make a name for yourself."
Qin Bao Bao was furious. She fought back under the table and gave him a Foshan Shadowless Kick.
At 8: 30 in the morning, Qin Bao Bao rushed to work.
Qin Ze went to the bathroom to take a shower. He quickly took off his T-shirt and pants. When he was about to throw them into the bamboo basket, he suddenly saw a pile of clothes lying in the basket. On top of the pile was the black lace underwear that Qin Bao Bao wore yesterday. Qin Ze's first thought was, "I heard that there are beauties selling original underwear on the Internet. I wonder how much Qin Bao Bao's underwear can be sold for?"
At 10: 00 in the morning, Qin Ze carried the Hermes bag that his sister bought for him. He walked out of the neighborhood and took the subway to the university town.
There were many famous universities in this university town. Fudan, Tongji, and the University of Science and Technology. The University of Finance and Economics was slightly inferior to these famous universities. To be honest, it was not bad. However, with his sister in front of him, Qin Ze's results were not good.
In the past, his father wanted to train his only son to be a top student at Fudan. However, his only son failed to live up to expectations. He had to settle for something like Tongji. But in the end, Qin Ze went to the University of Finance and Economics. His father was disappointed, but he could not say anything. Because Qin Ze said with righteous indignation: Dragons give birth to dragons, phoenixes give birth to phoenixes, and mice give birth to children.
His father was a professor at the University of Finance and Economics!
Red walls, red roofs, and extravagant school gates. Qin Ze walked briskly into the familiar campus with a shoulder bag.
The wide two-way driveway was lined with trees on both sides. Scantily dressed girls were walking on the sidewalk with books in their hands. Some were walking in groups of two or three, and some were walking alone. Sometimes, cars drove into the campus at low speeds.
Qin Ze was wearing a hoodie and carrying a shoulder bag. He looked like a high school student. He did not like carrying a shoulder bag, but he had to. After all, he was not a resident student. There were a lot of textbooks, and he had to memorize them. Moreover, this bag was bought by Qin Bao Bao. She spent all of her year-end bonus.
This afternoon, there was an open class related to international finance. In the afternoon, there were two professional classes. Originally, he could have taken a nap at home and come to school after lunch. But the professor in charge of this class was famous for being narrow-minded. From time to time, he would give a test. The test results were directly linked to the final grades. Many students were cheated by him, so very few students skipped his class. The students had the same opinion about this professor: Wilted radish and spicy heart!
This professor's surname was Qin. That's right, he was Qin Ze's father.
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