After severing ties, biological parents and family regretted

Chen Pingan quickly waved his hand, "No, no, no, goodbye, I'd better go read a book.

Forget about marriage or anything like that.

At least I won’t think about it until I graduate. I’m only a freshman, so I’m only 19 years old!

It’s just...I always feel..."

He frowned and thought for a while. Chen Shaohua did not rush him and waited for him quietly.

After a long time, he raised his head and said: "It's not always there, but recently my classmates in my dormitory talked to me.

In my current state, it seems that classes have not improved me much. I spend most of my time reading my own books..."

After another pause, he slowed down and said, "The purpose of class is to clear up confusion, but I don't seem to need it too much now.

I...I seem to be stuck in a bottleneck period now. "

He didn't quite say it.

In fact, what he was thinking about was whether to drop out of school, but he was reluctant to leave school.

He knows that school is actually a very safe place, similar to a village for newbies who are about to enter society. The time in college is like a protective period for newbies.

After many people enter society, they have no protection and face bloody competition.

He also knows that even if he enters society, he will still have the protection of his family, just like what Fang Hongjun experienced at the beginning.

The goal is always to cultivate the backbone of the family.

It sounds simple.

But the moment he said it, he still hesitated.

Chen Shaohua looked at his expression and encouraged: "It's okay, you can tell me whatever you think.

I will not regard myself as the head of the family at any time. After all, you are my son now, right? "

Chen Ping'an took a few deep breaths and said, "I was wondering if there is any way that I can avoid going to class but still be able to go to the school library to read.

The knowledge I gained from reading books was broader than in class, and it was faster and more efficient. "

"You mean, your memory is very good?" Chen Shaohua asked after thinking for a moment, "So you can master more things in the same time?"

"Yes." Chen Pingan nodded, "That's what it means, but I still can't express it well."

Chen Shaohua smiled, "It's okay. This at least proves that you have faced a choice. You just don't know how to choose."

"Yeah, that's it."

"I want to continue reading in the school library but don't want to go to class. That's easy. I'm absent from class!" Chen Shaohua looked at him with a smile.

"Although skipping school is okay, it doesn't seem to be enough for me." He said slowly, "It's not that I haven't skipped school, but I can't change my mentality."

"What kind of psychological change does this require? If you have the ability, don't go to class. If you continue to get top marks when you take the exam, I believe the professors won't target you.

If you can do it, that would be a good thing. It’s not too late for me to be happy!

It shows that your IQ is indeed very high.

No matter what you want, you have to fight for it based on your ability! "

…

After the exchange between father and son ended, Chen Pingan did not read a book, but seriously considered what he would do in the future.

He did not bring up the topic of suspending school. If he did, Chen Shaohua and Liu Qing would not agree.

They must hope that they can also get a diploma from Beijing University.

He thought for a long time in his room before picking up the book again and starting to read.

The whole time, no one knocked on his door.

Early on Sunday morning, he went out to have breakfast with Roast Chicken and Ah Qi, and then drove to another place.

A small courtyard house located a little south of the center of Beijing.

The first time I came there were a few other people here, but the second time I came there was no one there.

Tangxi City arranged this place as a place for him to use alone on weekends.

But judging from the traces, there should still be people here on weekdays, but the place is emptied out every Sunday.

When the college entrance examination just ended, Chen Pingan thought about enrolling in a class to practice fighting or something like that, but he never had time to learn.

Now there were two people teaching him step by step, but he couldn't bear it.

He is eighteen years old, and his body has already taken shape. Although he still has a certain degree of plasticity, when his legs are pressed, he still cries for father and mother in pain.

In addition to having a better brain, in the eyes of Rooster and Ah Qi, he is just a rookie with poor physical coordination.

Ah Qi is a student of traditional martial arts. As for what kind of awesome kung fu he is, he doesn't know.

Roast chicken is free fighting, it should be the kind of fighting for one's life.

Anyway, when he looked at the roast chicken and gnawed on the roast duck or roast chicken or KFC every day, he always felt that this guy was worried about not being able to eat the next meal.

He practices horse steps every day, whether at school or at home. He gets up at six in the morning to practice alone.

Either the balcony of the dormitory, or your own room at home.

After Ma Bu, Ah Qi taught him step by step the Bajiquan which he could practice most quickly.

Straightforward.

Ah Qi, who was always smiling, would not smile at all at this time.

But it won’t be like actually teaching kung fu to disciples.

In the afternoon, Roast Chicken taught him grappling and close quarters.

That’s what it says, but it’s actually just some skills.

The day would pass quickly. He and the two masters had dinner outside together, and then they were sent to the school dormitory.

As usual, he looked like he was going to die, silently returned to the dormitory, climbed into bed and lay down.

He fell asleep directly.

This is not the first time that the other three people in the dormitory have seen each other.

Ding Junzhe noticed something, but said nothing.

He was a little envious of Chen Pingan.

He could recognize the so-called family members he met at the cafeteria at a glance.

Those are Chen Pingan's bodyguards.

But Chen Pingan said it was family, and he didn't say anything.

This guy's current state is obviously a sign of muscle soreness.

Li Hongzhong will not come back until later. Chi Yonghao is still going his own way, and the communication with other people has been reduced.

Mainly because this guy is often not in the dormitory.

No one said anything, personal preference and freedom, at least he did not affect other people in the dormitory.

That's fine.

Chen Pingan groaned from time to time in his sleep. At the end of the day, his whole body was sore and limp. Even after Ah Qi had massaged him, he still had no energy.

In the dream, he dreamed that his legs were being pressed down, his joints were held and thrown to the ground using various tricks, and he was ravaged repeatedly.

I just couldn't see the man's face clearly.

Sometimes it looks like Ah Qi, and sometimes it looks like roast chicken.

He was sweating profusely and was tortured terribly.

The next day, he still got up at five o'clock, got dressed quietly, opened the balcony door, looked at the dark sky outside, and exhaled a white breath.

Spread your legs apart, squat down slowly, clasp your hands round, and touch your tongue to the roof of your mouth to start the day's exercise.