At the beginning, he was transformed into an infant, and his parents were yellow-haired gangsters?

Chapter 81 Hibernation
“Why are the chopsticks not the same length?”

"Don't put the dishes in a straight line. Now is the time to worship the gods. Super strong father, super strong mother!"

As soon as he sat at the table, Old Chen was immediately overwhelmed by the chaotic scene. Zhang Chaoqiang quickly adjusted him, and the old man was able to barely hold his breath.

Zhang Chaoqiang's request for help had already been thrown out of his mind and forgotten completely.

Shen Qiangwei reluctantly gave Lao Chen a piece of chicken tail as an apology. They understood that it was because they had a good enough relationship with Lao Chen that the other party was so "heartbroken".

Actually, it wasn’t like that. It was just that when Old Chen saw such a ridiculous scene between the two of them, he couldn’t control his emotions for a moment.

He skillfully separated the chicken's tail and nibbled on it gracefully. Only then did Lao Chen's complexion slowly fade from extremely rosy to a lighter color.

Shen Qiangwei picked up a piece of chicken wing tip and a piece of chicken leg for Zhang Chaoqiang and Tan Yue respectively.

They talked to each other about what had happened recently.

"Things seem to be getting more and more troublesome at the factory. Employees still make a lot of mistakes at work, and the factory manager has no solution. He can only recruit new people. Now the delivery time is delayed a lot, and the factory will probably have to pay a lot of liquidated damages."

As they chatted, Zhang Huolong talked about his previous factory.

After I went there that day, not only did it not have any effect, but the situation became worse.

This is mainly because one of the workers and the leader seems to have suddenly lost his ability to work, while the other seems to have completely forgotten the methods of management.

Zhang Huolong shook his head. He didn’t understand and there was no way he could understand.

Although Lao Chen feels that his work efficiency has been much lower recently, this is not something worth mentioning, so he didn't say anything.

While eating and watching TV, Tan Yue would occasionally be attracted by the TV and get oil stains on her sleeves without noticing. Zhang Chaoqiang would then considerately roll up her sleeves and put a layer of tissue under them.

So he buried his head in his meal, thinking secretly in his mind, trying to find some common points from the details of life.

Ding…

While we were eating, the landlord’s doorbell rang, which was particularly irritating.

Because the doorbells in this building were completely useless, the property management company previously forcibly installed a unified doorbell system in an attempt to increase property management fees. However, after a period of use, they were all scrapped.

As the owner of dozens of units at that time, the landlord was so angry that he turned 50 years younger on the spot and raped all the people in the property.

So no one knows better than the landlord that the doorbell is useless.

The so-called harsh doorbell sound is only because the house happens to be silent at that moment. The low-quality doorbell button makes a harsh and sharp friction sound when squeezed, just like the sound of a marker rubbing on glass, which can make a person's soul fall down.

After opening the door, the landlord was holding a pipe with tobacco in it. Could it be that the landlord had relapsed into smoking? Zhang Chaoqiang noticed.

He handed Shen Qiangwei the rent receipt for last month and said, "This is the receipt you asked me for a few days ago. Take your time eating. I'll go up first."

"Now that you're here, sit down and have a meal together before you leave!"

The landlord tilted his head and looked at the leftovers on the table, and finally stopped at Zhang Chaoqiang's face: "Chaoqiang, eat slowly, I'll go upstairs first."

"Grandpa, take care."

Tan Yue followed suit and greeted the landlord politely.

After Shen Qiangwei checked it carefully and thought there was no problem, she slapped the rental receipt on the table, but Zhang Chaoqiang keenly noticed the rental data on it.

12674.0, this is obviously wrong. Maybe the decimal point is wrong?
With a clang, at this moment, another point of [Angry Eyes] was added.

As the progress of [Angry Eyes] has reached halfway, that is, more than 50 changes have been captured in these days, which is enough for him to extract the common characteristics of these changes.

First, it seems that all of these things happened around my parents. Second, these changes all refer to the decline in their status, which is not good anyway.

He is forgetful, makes mistakes and is careless in doing things, and his mood changes in various situations. In simple terms, he looks a lot stupider.

This personality is somewhat similar to that of my parents. Could it be that he is really possessed by a beast?

Da da da.

Dad Zhang Huolong was the "scavenger" of leftovers. He used chopsticks to pick up food in a not very formal way, while his two children were staring at his hands with strange eyes.

Old Chen has always been dissatisfied with the way Zhang Huolong uses chopsticks, but he is born with a stubborn body and there is no way he can correct it. He has been unhappy with Zhang Huolong for a long time.

Zhang Chaoqiang wanted to use chopsticks to pinch his middle finger to see if he could get the dirt off his body.

After dinner, Zhang Chaoqiang paced back and forth in the living room. He tried to ask Zhang Huolong and Shen Qiangwei.

The response he got was the other person caressing his forehead: "Chao Qiang, what's wrong with you? Why are you always worried about my health these days? I don't even have a fever..."

He tried to ask Lao Chen to check his body carefully.

After checking three or four times, no abnormal conclusion was reached.

"These two guys are heartless and extremely healthy. I guess most people of their age are not as healthy as your parents."

Zhang Chaoqiang didn't know whether he should doubt himself or his life.

The staff and even the director of the Supernatural Management Bureau, as well as Old Chen who made him feel extremely relieved, did not notice anything unusual in Zhang Huolong's body.

Zhang Chaoqiang also shook his head. The high value could not be detected. Did he really need to worry about it?

Could it be that the monster has a weird mechanism that ignores the numerical values ​​and can crush us?
Unable to find any further clues, Zhang Chaoqiang's main task in the near future is to continue looking for details in life and completing the [record]. Communication with Tan Yue is a daily routine, so the [instructor] himself does not need to worry too much about the completion of the task.

As for the adolescent mission, there are still several months left, and they will face various practical courses and combat training. Jin Jia even said that they will soon experience the first secret space in their lives.

There are still many opportunities to show off and act cool.

He wasn't worried.

At night, while Zhang Chaoqiang was sleeping soundly, Zhang Huolong and Shen Qiangwei whispered to each other.

Even if they were not very smart, they could feel that Zhang Chaoqiang was caring about them too much these days.

All day long, "Does your arm hurt?" "Where do you feel uncomfortable?"...

Is this, parental persecution delusion?

Shen Qiangwei slapped Zhang Huolong on the forearm: "It's all your fault. You showed your tattoo in front of Chao Qiang. He must not like your tattoo, so he mentioned it frequently."

"Why did something happen during this period? We need to talk to their class teacher."

Just like when he suspected that Zhang Chaoqiang was under too much pressure, he also called together all the teachers in the primary school department to discuss the matter.

The next day, after personally sending Zhang Chaoqiang to school, Zhang Huolong and Shen Qiangwei found Jin Jia in the office.

After raising the issue of Zhang Chaoqiang’s unusual behavior recently…

No one could see that the blurry tattoo on Zhang Huolong's forearm gradually turned into a mist, under which a bird was lurking.

As the epidemic progressed, Zhang Huolong once again passed on his anxiety about Zhang Chaoqiang to the teachers.

(End of this chapter)