I am the Almighty King of the City

Chapter 43 Letting Go
Ye Fan didn't remember how he got back to the hospital, he only knew that his heart was beating very fast, and there was a sign of sudden death.

Flicking the cartoon cup that Mu Zixi stuffed him with his fingers, the sound was clear and sweet.

Two cartoon cups, one for each person.

In my mind, Lan Qingqian's figure gradually blurred, and Mu Zixi's smiling face kept reappearing.

"Why are you smirking with a broken cup? Dad is happy today, so come and have a sip with Dad."

Peanuts, chicken feet, quail eggs... Ye Long laid out a table full of snacks, unscrewed the white wine, and filled the half-and-half cups.

Ye Fan sat opposite Ye Long and said, "Doesn't the doctor forbid drinking?"

"Hush." ​​Ye Long made a silent gesture, looked at Su Ping who was sleeping soundly, and said in a low voice, "Just one cup, and sleep after drinking."

"I'm going to ask my mother..."

"Huh?" Ye Long's eyes widened, and Ye Fan smiled coyly, "It's okay to drink less, you have too much."

Ye Long's wine glass shook and spilled a little into the trash can. Ye Fan took the opportunity to bump Ye Long's arm, the wine glass tilted, and most of the wine in the glass was lost in an instant.

"Good boy!" Ye Long was furious, looking left and right, trying to find a suitable weapon.

"I'm calling my mother." Ye Fan pointed at Su Ping and said.

"Hey! Why are you so ignorant? Your mother has been busy all day. Can't you let her rest?"

"Then don't touch me."

"I'll just scare you, as if I would beat you."

Ye Fan curled his lips, he didn't know who created the Eighteenth Route of Martial Arts, so if he had nothing to do, he would test it on him.

Ye Long took a sip and poured some for Ye Fan. Ye Fan said with a bitter face, "I don't drink."

Ye Long glanced at him, "It's okay for a man not to smoke, but how can he not drink, and be laughed at when he goes out to socialize?"

Ye Fan didn't want to disappoint, so he took a sip. Suddenly, the tip of his tongue was pungent, and his stomach seemed to be on fire.

After a while, the spiciness receded, the lingering aroma of liquor began to ferment, and the limbs became warm.

"Is it comfortable? Let me tell you, this is not an ordinary wine. You have heard of it?
Let me show you the ingredients here, astragalus, Gentiana, papaya..."

"Dad, I understand, no need to read."

"You know what a fart!" Ye Long dropped his wine glass lightly, and glanced at Su Ping cautiously. Seeing that she hadn't woken up, he breathed a sigh of relief, "Come on, let's go one more time."

Ye Long peeled a quail egg, put it in his mouth, and said: "In the future, I will walk around with Dean Shi more. He has seen the world, and if he takes you with him, you will not pass the exam." University, Dad is also relieved."

"I can go to college..."

"Don't comfort Dad, Dad knows how much you weigh.

But don't worry, have a good time with classmate Mu, and dad will spend some money to arrange you in her city. "

"Dad, you won't let me have sex?"

"Zin~" Ye Long took a sip of his wine, and then said: "You were only so old before, but now you are eighteen, why are parents still caring about you for the rest of your life.

Your mother and I can tell that Mu Zixi is a good girl and treats you well. If you miss this time, no one will talk to you when you get to society.

Alas, I just wronged the girl. "

"???" Ye Fan was full of question marks, and within a few days of cooperating with Mu Zixi, his parents were turned against me. I am your son, ok?

"Don't look at me with that kind of eyes. If you have ambition, work hard. There are many good men out there. Don't let yourself be depraved by yourself, and then say that others will always abandon you."

Ye Long drank the last sip of wine, patted Ye Fan on the shoulder, and said lonely: "Son, dad is only so capable, you can only walk the road in the future by yourself."

After speaking, Ye Long lay sideways on the hospital bed, and not long after, the snoring sounded.

Ye Fan cleared the table and felt panicked after knowing that Ye Long was ill, but he had no choice but to say nothing, so he could only wait for time to verify.

……

Ye Fan quietly left the ward and came to live in the single room Shi Wenhui arranged for him.

Shi Wenhui's carefulness greatly increased Ye Fan's favor, and within a reasonable range, he was willing to make certain concessions to Shi Wenhui.

The room was quiet, with all the facilities. Ye Fan lay on the bed, his mind gradually integrated into the system.

The more focused he is, the higher his learning efficiency.

After a few days of study, he has a basic understanding of the three courses of criminal investigation, martial arts, and appraising treasures. Among them, the completion of criminal investigation is the highest, reaching 30.00%.

Appraisal followed, with 20.00%.

To Ye Fan's regret, his favorite martial art has not made any progress.

Guoshu: A martial art that only kills the enemy and does not perform, it is called Guoshu.

Guoshu has a long history. With the promotion of socialist core values, Guoshu is only spread in a small area because of its excessive hostility.

It's unscientific. Of the three courses, the one I practice the most is Chinese martial arts. How come there is no progress at all?Ye Fan couldn't understand it.

"Hi, system, are you there?"

"exist."

"Why can't the national martial arts trial be completed? Is the system broken?"

"Please wait."

System testing...

After a while, the system said: "The categories of national martial arts trials are too large, and can only be completed in the form of phased trials, such as entry, elementary, intermediate...and so on.

The most intuitive test of martial arts is combat power. The trial will set up gatekeepers corresponding to combat power. Defeating the gatekeepers will directly advance to the next trial. "

After listening to the system's explanation, Ye Fan suddenly realized that it turns out that there is no degree of completion in Chinese martial arts. If you win the gatekeeper, you can advance directly.

This made Ye Fan heave a sigh of relief, he thought he had no talent for martial arts
"By the way, if I practice martial arts at such an old age, will it have any impact? Is it because I can't practice anything in my life?"

System: "Guoshu doesn't have much requirements on qualification age, as long as there is no special physical disease, you can practice."

Before Ye Fan had time to be happy, the system added: "However, after the age of ten, the difficulty of practicing flexibility skills such as lower back, splits, and somersaults will gradually increase."

That is not bad.Ye Fan was completely relieved now. According to the system, at his age, it's not like he couldn't learn those skills at all.

Moreover, he is currently at the level of fitness, and he has not touched the technical things. Every time he asks the instructor, the instructor reminds him that his physical fitness is not up to the standard, and he cannot practice martial arts moves.

While thinking, the WeChat voice rang, Ye Fan logged out of the system, and said to Mu Zixi, "Did you just take a shower?"

Mu Zixi was wearing pink pajamas, and she was a little more playful than usual. She brushed her wet hair and said, "Don't change the subject, the exercises are done?"

Ye Fan chuckled and said, "Of course."

Mu Zixi took out the question with a serious expression. The countdown to the college entrance examination has entered. Although she doesn't know how much Ye Fan can improve, she can only do her best.

If it doesn't work, I can only control the score.Mu Zixi thought so.

(End of this chapter)