After severing ties, the biological parents regretted it

The two of them were in a mess, but they were still in a mess.

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

Forget about marriage.

At least I won't think about it before I graduate. I'm only a freshman, and I'm only 19 years old!

It's just... I always feel..."

He frowned and thought for a while, and Chen Shaohua didn't urge him, but waited for him quietly.

After a long while, he raised his head and said, "It's not always like this, but my roommate talked to me about it recently.

My current state seems to be that the class doesn't seem to improve me much, and I spend most of the time reading my own books..."

After another pause, he slowed down his speech, "The purpose of the class is to solve doubts, 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 say it completely.

In fact, he was thinking about whether to take a leave of absence, but he was reluctant to leave the school.

He knew that the school was actually a very safe place, similar to the novice village about to enter the society, and the time in college was the novice protection period.

Many people lost their protection after entering the society and faced bloody competition.

He also knew that even if he entered the society, he would still have the protection of his family, just like Fang Hongjun's experience at the beginning.

The goal is always the same, 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 him, "It's okay, you can say whatever you think.

I won't think of myself as the head of the family at any time. After all, you are my son now, right?"

Chen Pingan took a few deep breaths, "I was thinking, is there any way for me to skip classes but still go to the school library to read books.

The knowledge I get from reading is broader than in the classroom, and it is more efficient."

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

"Yes." Chen Pingan nodded, "That's what I mean, 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."

"Yes, that's it."

"If you want to continue to go to the school library to read books but don't want to go to class, this is easy to do, skip class!" Chen Shaohua looked at him with a smile.

"It's okay to skip classes, but it doesn't seem to be enough for me." He said slowly, "It's not that I haven't skipped classes, but I can't change my mind."

"What kind of psychological change does this require? If you have the ability, don't go to class, and continue to get the top few in the exams, I believe the professors will not target you.

If you can do it, it's a good thing, I can't wait to be happy!

It shows that your IQ is really high.

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

...

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

He did not bring up the topic of taking a leave of absence. 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.

No one knocked on his door the whole time.

Early on Sunday morning, he went out to eat breakfast with Shaoji and Ah Qi, and then drove to another place.

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

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

Tang Xicheng arranged this place for him to use alone on weekends.

However, judging from the traces, there should still be people here on weekdays, but it is empty every Sunday.

When the college entrance examination was just over, Chen Pingan thought about signing up for a class to practice fighting or something, but he never had time to learn.

Now there are two people teaching him hand in hand, but he can't stand it.

He is eighteen years old, his body has been formed, although there is still a certain degree of plasticity, but when his legs are pressed, he still cries in pain.

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

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

Shaoji is

Free fighting should be the kind of close combat.

Anyway, when he saw Shaoji holding roast duck, roast chicken or KFC every day, he always felt that this guy was worried about not having the next meal.

He practiced horse stance every day, whether at school or at home, he would get up at six in the morning and practice alone.

Either on the balcony of the dormitory or in his own room at home.

After horse stance, Ah Qi taught him Bajiquan, which he could practice the fastest.

Very serious.

Ah Qi, who always smiled, would not smile at this time.

But it would not be like teaching kung fu to his apprentice.

In the afternoon, Shaoji taught him grappling and close combat.

That's what he said, but in fact it was just some techniques.

A day would pass quickly. He had dinner with the two masters outside, and then he was sent to the school dormitory.

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

He fell asleep directly.

It was not the first time that the other three people in the dormitory had seen each other.

Ding Junzhe saw something, but said nothing.

He was a little envious of Chen Pingan.

He recognized the so-called family members he saw in the cafeteria last time.

Those were Chen Pingan's bodyguards.

But Chen Pingan said they were family members, so he didn't say anything.

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

Li Hongzhong will not come back until later, and Chi Yonghao is still doing his own thing, and the communication between him and others has decreased.

The main reason is that 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 good.

Chen Pingan groaned from time to time in his sleep. After a day, he was sore all over. Even if Ah Qi gave him a massage, he still had no energy.

In his dream, he dreamed that he was being pressed by someone, and was held by the joints with various tricks and thrown to the ground, and repeatedly ravaged.

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

Sometimes he looked like Ah Qi, sometimes he looked like a roast chicken.

He was sweating all over and was tortured miserably.

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

He spread his legs, squatted slowly, clasped his hands together, put his tongue against the roof of his mouth, and started a day of exercise.