Chapter 7

Running and stopping for two miles makes Qin Ze tired. Although he doesn't like sports on weekdays, it's not difficult to jog for two miles. It's conceivable that he was really hollowed out by the system during the day.

The park is silent, with lush lawns, neatly built shrubs, carefully cultivated flowers, silent trees, and orange glow from street lamps.

Qin Ze sat on the park bench panting, sweat dripping down his cheeks. The lungs are like old blowers: "Hoo Hoo..."

After a few minutes' rest, he got up and jogged in the park. Occasionally, there were vehicles speeding by the roadside. Exercise has never been Qin Ze's strong point. He has a bad stomach since childhood. He must vomit after strenuous exercise. So in addition to sports, he basically doesn't do physical exercise. When he was at school, he watched the boys crisscross the basketball court, and the girls outside the court called for refueling. In fact, he was very envious. With his body and technology, he was not qualified to show his face on the basketball court, and he could only act as a background and passer-by when he played. So I can only sit on the lawn from a distance and look up at the sky at a 45 degree angle with a grass in my mouth, saying that I don't like basketball and disdain the cheers of the girls.

He jogged for ten minutes, then walked for five minutes, so he persisted for an hour. He was still on the bench, and his T-shirt was soaked with sweat.

"System, system... I think I need to rescue." Qin Zetan sat on the lawn, retching constantly.

"Sorry host, the system does not have medical functions, but you can exchange traditional Chinese medicine or western medicine skills from the system."

"Can you exchange medical skills?"

"Yes!"

"Forget it, without a medical license, I will be caught by the police uncle."

"The host is really stupid. After reading so many novels, you don't have a little understanding?"

"You mean that you encounter an old grandfather who has an unexpected disease in the park, or you encounter a little Lori who was hit by a car on the main road, or... Please, you also know it's a novel. If you were a patient, you would let a layman treat yourself? What if you died? It's not logical at all."

"According to the data, many old Chinese doctors and wild doctors have no medical license. This kind of thing depends on the host's own efforts."

"I want to keep my points now to deal with your next task." Qin Ze competed with the system while recuperating.

At 5:30, the sky was blue and dark, and the night was fading, and it was about to dawn.

Qin Ze finally relaxed, stood on the lawn of the park, took a breath, and opened his posture. Hold Dantian with both hands, press down with your left hand and raise with your right hand. After the distance between your hands reaches the extreme, slowly close them. Then take Dantian as the heart, draw a big circle with your arms, and at the same time, bend your knees slightly.

His breathing became fast and slow, which coincided with his body movements and breathed in the old and new.

Qin Ze closed his eyes, emptied his brain, didn't think about anything, and repeatedly played twelve sections of brocade with instinct. I don't know how long it took, a warm current rose in the Dantian, pouring into all parts and bones, and the whole body was comfortable. He was immersed in this state until the passionate music sounded, like a magic axe splitting chaos, into Qin Ze's mind. He woke up from his wonderful state. It was already bright, and there were more vehicles outside the park. On the small square not far away, a group of aunt practicing martial arts clothes stepped around with light steps... The aunt leading the dance also held a coquettish fan in her hand.

The most popular dynamic ballads are playing on the tape recorder next to it.

Qin Ze took out his mobile phone and looked at it. It was already 7:30 and he practiced for two hours unconsciously.

He picked up the jacket on the lawn, threw it on his shoulder, and trotted towards the community.

Passing by the breakfast shop, I bought two bowls of soybean milk, two drawers of small steamed buns, and four fried dough sticks.

Take out the key to open the door. Qin Baobao's room is open. There is a splashing sound in the bathroom. It should be his sister taking a bath. Qin Ze set his breakfast on the table and grunted with hunger. Fortunately, his toothbrushes and towels were all in the room, otherwise when Qin Baobao finished taking a bath, people would starve to death.

Qin Ze looked through the points mall while eating breakfast. The storage in it was massive, covering all walks of life and all kinds of skills. This is Baoshan. Qin Ze feels that he should skillfully use the things inside as soon as possible, otherwise he won't be blind when he meets a task.

At this time, Qin Baobao came out after taking a bath, wearing a bathrobe, bangs on his forehead, and his face was white and red.

Qin Ze thought that her sister would be more beautiful with her bangs on her head, but Qin Baobao's provincial beauty thought that her bangs were more beautiful.

Qin Baobao pulled out the chair and squeezed a steamed stuffed bun into his mouth before he sat down. Puffing his cheeks, he said, "where did you go this morning?"

"I went running for exercise." Qin Ze received the system interface with a fixed expression.

"Are you still running?"

Hearing this, Qin Baobao covered his mouth with one hand and exaggerated his expression, expressing his disdain with a "hahaha" laughter.

"Don't laugh. For half a year at most, my brother is a strange man with eight abdominal muscles." Qin Ze hummed.

"Don't say half a year. If you can last for a week, I'll cook next month." Qin Baobao pie pie mouth.

"Then I'll admit defeat now." Qin Ze immediately fought back.

Qin Baobao has lived for 25 years. He doesn't know whether to put oil first or vegetables first when cooking, rice first or water first when cooking.

The angry sister hit Qin Ze.

After eating his breakfast, Qin Ze suddenly remembered something, "by the way, give me some more money."

Qin Baobao frowned, enough to make 90% of the women ashamed of Danfeng eyes horizontal: "didn't you give you 500 living expenses last week? Really looking for a girlfriend?"

"Don't look at me like this. I bought the cake on your birthday. Mom, it cost me 300 oceans. Your girlfriends are black sheep. They didn't eat a bite and used it all to wipe their faces."

Qin Baobao seemed to be relieved. He ran back to the room with his slippers, took out his handbag, and took out 500 soft younger sister coins and put them on the table: "save some money. I just resigned, and my new job has only 3000 basic wages. We should tighten our belts in the future, but we can't ask our parents to take them, otherwise we will be nagged by the old man."

"Didn't you sign up to be a star? The star's salary is 3000?" Qin Ze had an expression of "don't cheat me if I don't read much".

Qin Baobao rolled his eyes: "I haven't made my debut yet. There are many artists signed up by entertainment companies every year, and few can make a name for themselves. They are all half hearted. And stars don't care about the basic salary. I still have three months of training, and I can only make my debut after the training. During this period, I only have a small amount of basic salary."

Qin Ze immediately raised the idea that time waits for no man to make money.

Although his family is local and has two houses, these are real estate, and the real savings are not much. In the words of local people in Shanghai Stock Market: those who have money are not our local people, and those who have money are all outsiders

After Qin Ze moved in with his sister, his living expenses were cut off at home, and his expenses were all borne by Qin Baobao. Qin Baobao bought three sets of clothes, mobile phones and notebooks for him all the year round.

Thinking about making money, Qin Ze certainly wouldn't say it. Qin Ze kicked Qin Baobao's calf: "then why are you still sitting silly? Hurry to train and don't come back to see me unless you mix up a personal style."

Qin Baobao was furious and fought back under the table, giving him a meal of Foshan shadowless feet.

At 8:30 in the morning, Qin Baobao went to work in a hurry.

Qin Ze went to the bathroom to take a shower, quickly took off his T-shirt and pants, and was about to throw them into the bamboo basket. He was so cold that he saw a pile of clothes lying in the bamboo basket. The top was the black lace underwear that Qin Baobao wore yesterday. Qin Ze's first thought was: "I heard that there are beautiful women selling authentic underwear on the Internet. I don't know how much Qin Baobao's underwear can be sold?"

At 10:00 a.m., Qin Ze took the Hermes bag his sister bought for him, walked out of the community, and took the subway to the university town.

This university town is rooted in many famous universities, Fudan, Tongji, science and engineering. Compared with those universities, Qin zenian's University of Finance and economics is not sulky and at the bottom, but it is far from those key universities. It's a perfect match for Qin Ze. Whether it's high or low, I'm studying in a university that is also more than good or bad. In Qin Baobao's words, it's very Qin Ze.

In those days, dad wanted to cultivate his only son into a Fudan top student, but he didn't succeed. He retreated to the next place and took a test of Tongji Science and engineering or something. But in the end, Qin Ze read the University of Finance and economics. Dad hated iron and couldn't make steel, but he couldn't say anything, because Qin Ze was indignant and said: dragon begets dragon, Phoenix begets Phoenix, mouse begets child to make a hole in the ground.

Dad is a professor of the University of Finance and economics!

With red walls, red roofs, and lavish school gates, Qin Ze padded a shoulder bag and walked briskly into the familiar campus.

Wide two-way lanes, shaded by trees on both sides, cool girls walking on the sidewalk with books, or in groups of three or two, or alone. Sometimes vehicles drive into the campus and drive slowly.

Qin Ze is wearing a hoodie and a shoulder bag today. He looks like a high school student. In fact, he doesn't like carrying a shoulder bag, but he has to carry it. After all, he is not a resident student. There are a lot of textbooks and textbooks, so he can't carry it without it. Besides, Qin Baobao bought this bag for him and spent all her year-end bonus.

There was an open class on international finance at noon today, and two professional classes in the afternoon. He could have slept at home and came to school after lunch. However, the professor in charge of this course is notoriously careful. From time to time, he will come to a test, and the test result is directly linked to the final total score. Many students were tortured by him, so few people skipped his classes. For the professor's evaluation, the students agreed: wilting radish spicy heart!

The professor's surname is Qin. Yes, it's Qin Ze's father.