Chapter 38

The next day, six o'clock.

After the summer vacation, Qin Ze postponed the schedule of getting up early to exercise from 5:30 to 6:00. The pace of life doesn't need to be so fast.

The bathroom, the sound of splashing water, and the sound of brushing your teeth, the door is half closed.

Qin Ze doesn't have to guess. Inside is Prince Jin. Qin Baobao is a lazy boy who can linger with the quilt for one second. He has a good reason: women who don't sleep enough are easy to grow old.

He sat in the living room, called up the points exchange mall, and opened various categories.

His current score: 400 points.

No more, no less. It's OK to exchange some small skills, but it's not enough to exchange skills of a certain system. For example, stock speculation is a question of a university, which is generally divided into "technical analysis" and "fundamental analysis". It requires a wide range of knowledge, involving knowledge of many industries. Therefore, there is no exchange of stock trading skills in the points exchange mall.

Some people say that there is no such thing as technical analysis in China's stock market, which is reasonable but not all right. The stock market is a game, in which the makers use all means to eat retail investors and competitors at the same level. Retail investors try their best to grab food from the teeth of the makers. But retail investors can never be the opponent of the banker. For example, the banker can buy information, publicize good news, attract retail investors into the market, and then sell the stocks in his hand at a high price. Those retail investors who fall into the market are called the plate catcher.

In addition, there is an invisible backhand manipulating the stock market. The backhand is invincible. It dominates the stock market and makes a big profit. In front of it, any institution is a retail investor.

In June this year, the backers began to act again. The calm stock market rose hundreds of indexes in just one month.

Therefore, Qin Ze began to pay attention to the stock market, hoping to eat some soup behind the behind the scenes, and of course, he was ready to be cheated by the behind the scenes.

Qin Ze has a special feeling for the stock market. The Qin family once had a "difficult period", and the houses regarded as the lifeblood by local people in Shanghai stock market were sold. Later, the old man maneuvered in the stock market and made a bucket of gold, which enabled his family to tide over the difficulties. My mother and sister worship the dead old man.

Qin Ze happened to be reading history at that time. Looking at his father who was worshipped by the two women in his family, he remembered what Xiang Yu said when he saw Qin Shihuang's Patrol: he can replace him.

Wang Zijin came out of the bathroom and saw Qin Ze sitting on the sofa in a daze. She was also stunned and said with a smile, "get up so early?"

"Get up early to exercise, see sister Zijin washing her face and brushing her teeth, just sit and wait."

"You also go out for a run?"

"Also?"

Qin Ze and Wang Zijin looked at each other and smiled, "go together."

Qin Ze led Prince Jin to a nearby park and trotted away. At 6:30, it was bright and the vehicles sped away. The people who got up early to work had gone out.

Wang Zijin was wearing a white sportswear, with a black long straight ponytail, full of vitality, and a towel around his neck.

Qin Ze is a cheap sportswear worth 100 yuan. Qin Baobao bought it for him when the mall was promoting.

"We only have one hour." Qin Ze turned his head and said with a smile.

Wang Zijin stared at him, blinked, and was curious, "why?"

"Because after 7:30, the park is the place of square dancing aunt."

Wang Zijin was dumbfounded.

Five minutes later, they ran into the park and jogged along the winding stone path.

Half an hour later, Qin Ze stopped.

Wang Zijin stopped with him, tilted his head, and joked, "no way?"

Qin Ze smiled, and he thought of a stem: men can't say no, they can do it if they can't.

Of course, he won't say such old-fashioned and vulgar words, which will reduce the score in the hearts of girls, but there are many immature men who always like to pretend to be forced in front of girls and appear to be independent. In fact, according to Qin Ze's rich theoretical knowledge, we must not easily pretend to be forced in front of girls, because it is easy to become a ghost.

So Qin Ze shook his head and said with a smile, "I'll leave half an hour to practice boxing."

Boxing?

Wang Zijin stared at him suspiciously for a while. "Oh" said, "then I'll run by myself."

Qin Ze looked at her back slowly running away, touched her nose, as if... Inadvertently pretending to force failure into a ghost pen.

He retreated to one side of the lawn, closed his eyes, slightly bowed his spine, opened his legs, and walked with the air, and walked at will with the air.

With both hands around the Dantian, the big circle covered the small circle. After a while, I felt a heat flow fleeing from the Dantian, following his body movements, flowing to all his limbs. It's a little similar to the legendary feeling of "moving the sky".

According to the system, an hour of exercise every day is enough for the energy cultivation manual, and it is useless to have more. Truth is like reading and studying. It's not necessarily good to immerse yourself in hard work. People's learning ability and exercise ability are limited.

Qin Ze was once again disturbed by the dynamic music of the square dance aunt. His eyes were bright and clear, and the myth was introverted.

On the flagstone Road, Prince Jin Qiao stood, looking at him with curious and surprised eyes.

"Taijiquan? Neijiaquan?" Wang Zijin asked.

Qin Ze pondered for a moment: "it's internal boxing, not Tai Chi. Strictly speaking, it's not any school. It's me."

"I don't believe it." Wang Zijin said shamelessly.

"I had a bad stomach when I was a child. I vomited as soon as I exercised. Later, I heard that I practiced boxing to maintain my health, so I went online to study all kinds of internal boxing, pieced together, and created this boxing method myself. Let alone, the effect was good, and I never vomited again."

"My stomach is also bad," Prince Jin's eyes are bright. "Can you teach me?"

"That's no good. I have to pay tuition."

Wang Zijin said pitifully, "I have no money."

"Then don't teach." Qin Ze refused. The energy cultivation manual needs a system to guide the Qi sense. Others learned moves in vain.

"All right." Wang Zijin regretted that his smile did not decrease and he was not angry because of it.

Qin Ze appreciates her very much. This sister is generous and has high Eq. it's like spring breeze to get along with her. If Qin Baobao were to be replaced, he would be in trouble. Qin Baobao's code of conduct: the younger brother's things are the elder sister's, and the elder sister's things are still the elder sister's.

Qin Ze and Wang Zijin returned together, bypassing the "Dancing" aunts. Prince Jin was sweating profusely, sweating constantly, wiping the towel again and again, his sideburns were close to his cheeks, and his face was blushing, charming and moving.

"Qin Ze, I heard from the baby that you are now practicing, right?"

"Well, practice for one year, and then graduate."

"Have you submitted your resume?"

"No, I don't want to practice for the time being. I'll stay at home and rest."

Prince Jin pursed his mouth and said with a smile, "I don't believe the baby's saying that you are lazy. I don't think a person who can write songs and cook delicious food can be lazy. Now I believe it, but I think what the baby said is wrong. You are not lazy, but... Lack of motivation."

Qin Ze chuckled, "you just say I don't want to make progress. Don't be so euphemistic."

Prince Jin giggled, "save some face for you."

"In fact, I've been ordinary since I was a child. Unlike Qin Baobao, I have excellent grades. Every parent meeting, my old man has a bright face. So the old man often says to me: if you have a baby half smart, I'll wake up in my dream. I also think I'm ordinary, nothing remarkable. I'm a mediocre, and a mediocre should have a mediocre lifestyle. Being in the limelight has nothing to do with me. As long as I'm safe, it's enough. On the contrary Everyone thinks I'm mediocre and won't place high hopes on me. " Qin Ze said with a smile.

Wang Zijin nodded and smiled.

Qin Ze glanced at her: "at this time, shouldn't you affectionately encourage me and praise me? Take the opportunity to open my heart." my best friend and brother secretly love me "is so interesting."

Wang Zijin was giggled and trembled by him.

She smiled at the corners of her mouth, and her eyes were angry: "I'm not familiar with you."

Qin Ze haha for a moment, and he caught a glimpse of a battery car driving rapidly behind him, directly hitting Prince Jin.

"Be careful."

He put his palm on the prince Jin's shoulder, and his other hand hugged his small waist, and suddenly made a force, and Wang Zijin bumped into his arms.

The battery car sped by and still rubbed Prince Jin's calf. She murmured in pain.

The guy riding the battery car turned around and saw that nothing serious had happened. He turned around and left.

"Hurry to reincarnate, little red man." Qin Ze scolded him angrily from behind.

The pace of life in big cities is fast, and the mood of rushing to work is understandable, but we can't rush to harm others and ourselves.

Shanghai Metro has been built for so many years, and accidents often occur, which are all caused by rush time and crowded people. Later, safety barriers and glass doors were added to the platform, and the situation got better.

Holding Prince Jin to sit down on the roadside, Qin Ze pulled up her trouser legs. Her white and tender legs were scratched and exuded Yin Hong's blood.

Qin Ze breathed a sigh of relief: "it's OK. Apply some iodine and it will heal in three to five days." Finish saying, scold: "if he bumped you, see how I beat him."

Prince Jin gently pulled down his pants and said with a smile, "my best friend and brother haven't fallen in love with me secretly, so you want to let" my sister and best friend fall in love with me? "

"You've seen through it." Qin Ze hehe said, and his understanding of Wang Zijin went up again. He was generous, decent, self familiar, not shy, not too reserved, and could joke.

Why not be too reserved, rather than not reserved? There is still reserved. She doesn't touch Qin Ze's calf.

Qin Ze took a detour to buy a bottle of iodine for Prince Jin. Prince Jin paid for it himself and didn't give Qin Ze a chance. The breakfast shop bought steamed buns, soybean milk and fried dough sticks. When he got home, Qin Baobao had got up. Seeing the two people coming back together, he half examined and half doubted, "Why are you two going?"

"Run." Prince Jin put the breakfast on the table with a smile and turned his head into the bathroom to shower.