I Just Wanted to Cultivate Steadily, But I Became a Martial God Through AFK

Official Synopsis: Spiritual energy has revived, and martial arts have risen. Shen Qian awakens an AFK (Away From Keyboard) system and walks towards the peak of martial arts.

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Chapter 114 Southwest Army

Beidu, a star-rated hotel not far from Beiwu.

Ding Anbai looked at his daughter, whose face had become much thinner, and frowned, asking, "Is the training camp this tough?"

"Um."

Feeling somewhat drowsy, Ding Yi curled up on the sofa, hugging her knees. Under the thin blanket were her increasingly graceful and slender curves. As if sensing the chill, Ding Yi pulled her glistening toes, which reflected the faint light, further inward.

Knowing her daughter's personality well, Ding Anbai felt a pang of sympathy and pulled the blanket up for Ding Yi. "How about I talk to Dean He and ask him to let you rest for a couple of days?"

"The fact that I can see you here is a kind of rest in itself."

Ding said wearily, his eyes half-closed, "Everyone else has already entered closed training, only I have taken leave temporarily."

"It's rare that you still remember that your old man is coming to Beidu in the next couple of days..."

Ding Anbai was laughing when he suddenly realized something was wrong and asked suspiciously, "Wait a minute, didn't you take a break a couple of days ago?"

Ding Yi buried his face and didn't say anything.

Once Ding Anbai starts brainstorming, he can't stop.

If I remember correctly, Xiao Ding left school on June 8th and temporarily stayed at a hotel.

What day is June 8th?

The day of the college entrance examination.

Who is taking the college entrance exam?

Of course it's that brat!

Ding Anbai's expression suddenly changed. He hesitated several times before finally asking, "Are you planning to wait until after the martial arts college entrance exam? Does that mean you've taken almost ten days off?"

Ding Yihao looked up and explained, "Although I took leave, I didn't fall behind in my daily training; I just didn't participate in the closed training."

"So it really is because of that bastard?" Ding Anbai's face darkened.

Ding Yi, realizing she had been tricked into revealing information, blushed slightly and pursed her lips, remaining silent.

Upon seeing this, Ding Anbai immediately understood, let out a cold snort, and felt a tightness in his chest.

"I think you should go back to school sooner rather than later."

Ding Anbai said calmly, "Dean He hasn't taken on any students for ten years. He made an exception for you this year. You can't waste his good intentions."

"Dad," a hint of a smile appeared in Ding Yi's cold eyes, "you're not jealous, are you?"

"What nonsense are you talking about? Me, jealous of that kid?!" Ding Anbai raised his voice.

Seeing his usually composed and unflappable father in such a state, Ding Yi found it both amusing and somewhat surprising.

I don't know what's wrong with my father lately. He seems to lose his composure whenever the topic of Chen Qian comes up, which is quite different from his usual self.

Just as Ding Yi was about to speak again, she suddenly froze, because her bracelet started vibrating rapidly.

Ding Anbai's phone rang at the same time. He frowned and glanced at the caller ID, then pretended not to care and glanced at Ding Yi before getting up to go outside to answer the call.

Ding Yi took the bracelet with some surprise, because the call was from Lin Xiaoqian.

Lin Xiaoqian, who was just texting her about the high-profile send-off ceremony of No. 7 Middle School, how come she called her in the blink of an eye?

Although it was strange, Ding Yi still answered the phone.

A suppressed yet noisy sound came from the other end of the phone, with a loud male voice echoing faintly in the background, which Ding Yi found quite familiar.

"Xiaoqian, it's too noisy on your end. Why don't you just send a text message?" Ding moved the phone further away and frowned.

"Ding Yi, ahhh, I'm going crazy... You absolutely won't believe what I saw... God, how could it be the sinking... No, I must be going crazy, but that can't be right, unless everyone's gone crazy... Ahhh!"

Lin Xiaoqian's shrill scream, almost breaking her voice, came from the other end of the phone. Ding, who disliked noise, instinctively wanted to hang up, but then she heard the name "Chen Qian".

"What happened before the sinking?"

Ding Yi brought the bracelet closer, his expression hardening. "Did something happen to him?"

"Oh my god, I don't even know how to explain this to you... Shen Qian is speaking on the podium, and there's a TV broadcast! The whole city is watching Shen Qian... It's too surreal! No, no, let's turn on the video! You absolutely can't miss this!"

Lin Xiaoqian was still in a state of high excitement, screaming incoherently.

"What video?"

Ding Yi looked somewhat bewildered, a rare sight for him. "You mean before the sinking... where do you speak?"

Before Ding Yi could get any answers, Lin Xiaoqian had already hung up and called back via video.

Ding Yi answered the video call. There was a large crowd on the other end. Judging from the background of the video, it should be the playground of No. 7 Middle School. Then the camera shook for a moment and pointed at the podium at the front.

Lin Xiaoqian's hands were shaking a bit, resulting in a terrible viewing experience, but Ding Yi still recognized the boy standing on the stage, talking eloquently.

Ding Yi stared blankly for a while.

"Xiaoqian... what is this?" Ding Yi asked slowly.

Lin Xiaoqian seemed not to hear Ding Yi's voice, or perhaps she was too absorbed in the atmosphere of the scene to respond.

A sense of urgency arose in Ding Yi's heart.

She called out anxiously twice, but Lin Xiaoqian still ignored her. Moreover, the camera was shaking so much that Ding Yi couldn't see clearly.

Ding Yi quickly calmed down.

She remembered what Lin Xiaoqian had said earlier.

TV broadcast...

Suddenly remembering something, Ding Yi threw off the blanket and ran towards the television. In the process, he even tripped and fell, which was unbelievable for a beginner martial artist with poor coordination, but Ding Yi seemed oblivious.

She stumbled and turned on the TV, then used the remote to tune to Jingcheng's local TV station.

The signal was spinning, and Ding Yi's fingers were twisting.

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