"What kind of bureau chief is Zhao Xin's uncle?" Shen Qian frowned. "Hello, hello, General Manager Zhu?"

Before Shen could ask anything more, Zhu Deyong had already hung up. Subsequent attempts to dial back resulted in a message indicating that the user had lost signal.

He gave up on continuing to contact Zhu Deyong and fell into deep thought.

Although Zhu Deyong didn't finish his sentence, the amount of information he conveyed was enough for him to process for a while.

Zhao Xin actually had an uncle who was a bureau chief. Although he didn't hear clearly, Shen Qian guessed that it was probably a police or armed police branch, since his cousin also worked in the same system.

At this moment, Shen Qian cleared up a doubt for Shen Liang.

Shen Liang and Zhao Guangzhi were colleagues on the same line in Lucheng, but after moving to Jingcheng, Zhao Guangzhi went to the more prosperous Dongcheng, while Shen's family could only settle in Nancheng, which was known as a poor area. Perhaps this was because Zhao Guangzhi had a good older brother.

Before sinking, I inexplicably felt a sense of crisis.

The police chief is considered a big shot by ordinary people. Shen Qian, who has no real understanding of the situation, is unsure how much power the other party can exert, but it's always better to be cautious.

At least adhering to the principle of prioritizing strength is always the right thing to do.

Especially today, Liu Changqing was able to easily interfere with the life and death of serious criminals. This kind of thing, which would never be recorded in the written law, gave Shen Qian a further understanding of certain privileges of martial artists.

Perhaps I should find a powerful backer to rely on; it's always good to have a strong tree to lean on... The system isn't omnipotent, so adding another layer of protection is always more reliable.

"Shenqian, are you home yet?" Huo Ling'er called just then.

"Ling'er, is your family very rich?" Thinking of that luxurious Wuling van, Chen Qian asked with a sudden thought.

"I think... it's alright?" Huo Ling'er thought for a moment and said, "I don't feel anything."

"Hmm, how strong is your father or grandfather? Is there any important person in your family?"

"Yes, yes, my family has many strong individuals."

"Really?" Shen Qian's spirits lifted. "Then how about I come to your house for dinner sometime, um... your real home?"

"Ah!" Huo Ling'er said with difficulty, "But they rarely interact with outsiders, and there are many rules in their home. It's also far away, and I don't like going back."

"Is your home far away?" Shen Qian was taken aback.

"Yes, last time my second aunt came to help me understand things, it took her seven days just to get there!"

Seven days...

If someone really tries to deal with him, it'll be too late.

"Calculate, calculate, calculate." Shen Qian yawned, and before Huo Ling'er could speak again, he hung up the bracelet. "Go to sleep early."

Being a kept man isn't a good thing!

Shen Qian shook his head, wondering who Lao Ding was. To be honest, even after knowing Ding Yi for so long, he really didn't know anything about his family background.

Or Liu Changqing...

However, Shen Qian was unsure of the other party's purpose in gathering this training camp, as well as his true identity.

This remains to be seen.

Oh well, for now I'll just have to rely on myself.

Unable to come up with any solutions, Shen Qian hailed a taxi and headed straight for the Kyushu Martial Arts Hall, intending to continue squandering the 100,000 yen on his card and have a fulfilling night.

He has already fallen in love with the feeling of making rapid progress amidst sweat and toil, and barring any unforeseen circumstances, he won't want to go to VR theaters anymore.

...

"Chen Qian, thank you for the game card. I'm really sorry to have troubled you with this."

At the entrance of the Blue Ocean VR Pavilion, Zhang Liangwei, his face still damp with excited sweat, wanted to pat Chen Qian on the shoulder.

Unsure what he had done in the surround-sound machine during those two hours, Chen Qian subtly avoided the question, smiling and saying, "We're all classmates, helping each other is only natural."

Although he paid another 200 yuan for game cards before sinking, the stack of study notes in his backpack was more than worth the price.

Another week has passed, and Shen Qian's current study progress has reached the textbooks for the first semester of his senior year.

Just a day ago, I took a mock exam myself and looked at the final score, unable to calm down for a long time.

549 points!

He was only a few dozen points away from the minimum academic score required for admission to Beiwu University last year.

This score is more than enough for most top-tier liberal arts universities.

With just over a month left until the college entrance examination, he was even confident that with a little more effort, he could break through the 600-point mark.

For someone who has been a poor student for a long time, this sense of accomplishment is no less than that of physical improvement.

Moreover, as time went on, Shen Qian discovered another benefit of reading more books: his thinking became sharper and his thoughts became clearer.

Although she couldn't feel it herself, her demeanor had definitely changed in some way. For example, three days ago, Shen Qian received her first love letter, although she later discovered that it had been put in the wrong drawer and was originally meant for Zhou Xu...

But the junior schoolgirl's words, "Actually, you're handsome too," made Shen Qian realize something.

So he thoughtfully burned the second love letter that his junior had asked him to pass on, in order to prevent Zhou Xu from being heartbroken if he found out in the future that the junior who had a crush on him had fallen for someone else.

Well, no matter what, no one can interfere with my good brother's studies!

Chen Feng did not go to the training class again this week because he said that those who passed the prisoner assessment did not need to go for the time being, and should wait for the start of the next round of courses.

After saying goodbye to Zhang Liangwei, Shen Qian's bracelet vibrated.

"Your bank card ending in 0404 has been credited with Chinese Yuan..."

Shen Qian was stunned for a moment, then realized that today was May 1st, and his second martial arts subsidy had been issued. Although he had given the card to his mother, he could still receive a text message reminder.

But why is there an extra 5,100 yuan...?

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