"Um."
Despite his impatience, Su Jingang walked to the dining table and picked up a spoon to eat the eight-treasure porridge that Zhao Min had brought over.
Zhao Feifei and Zhao Jinxuan stood beside them, calling out "Dad" repeatedly.
Su Jingang had no good feelings towards Zhao Feifei after thinking about the shameful things she had done.
But Zhao Jinxuan, the only son of three generations of the Su family, was extremely popular with Su Jingang.
Although he hated Zhao Min for betraying him, his love for his son was genuine.
Moreover, Su Jingang has devoted a great deal of effort to his son, who suffers from congenital heart disease.
From his birth until now, at 16 years old, Su Jingang has invested far more money and energy in him than in his other two daughters.
It is said that a man's love lies where his money and energy are, and naturally, Su Jingang's love lies with Zhao Jinxuan.
"Dad, this is your favorite pickled radish. I went to the market today and bought another pound. It's from your favorite stall. Please try it."
Although Zhao Jinxuan hated his mother Zhao Min and sister Zhao Feifei's despicable and disgusting behavior, he was also implicated and beaten because of their actions.
But Su Jingang was not at home, and the fact that he had cut off their food and pocket money made Zhao Jinxuan realize that Su Jingang was the boss of the family, and that only by desperately trying to please Jingang could they live a good and comfortable life.
So Zhao Jinxuan temporarily stopped thinking about the mess his mother and sister had made and focused on appeasing his father first.
"Hmm." Su Jingang's heart softened when he saw his obedient son.
Moreover, my son has excellent grades and has always been ranked first in the entire grade.
Thinking about his academic performance, Su Junjing couldn't help but glare at Zhao Feifei.
This unfilial daughter only scored 169 points on the college entrance exam.
She scored 169 out of a total of 750!
Pooh!
They're worse than pigs!
If you drag any pig from any pigpen into the exam room, it would probably score higher than her.
After breakfast, Su Jingang took Zhao Jinxuan for a stroll in the garden. Zhao Jinxuan subtly mentioned that he hadn't had enough pocket money lately, and the teacher had asked him to pay class fees.
I also need to buy exam papers and go on a picnic with my classmates.
Su Jingang nodded, took out his phone, and transferred 2 million yuan to Zhao Jinxuan's card.
Zhao Jinxuan was overjoyed and quickly got up from the grass in the garden, hugging and kissing his father several times.
He repeatedly expressed his gratitude, saying, "Thank you, Dad! I knew you wouldn't abandon me!"
"Why……"
Su Jingang sighed helplessly.
Looking at Zhao Jinxuan's fair and tender face, the 16-year-old chubby boy already had the features of a teenager, and his eyebrows and eyes hinted at his handsomeness.
Thinking that this was his root, Su Jingang felt much more at ease.
Even though Zhao Min had many faults, she at least gave birth to a son for him, continuing the Su family line. No matter how much Su Jingang couldn't accept it, he couldn't let go of her.
...
Tsinghua and Peking University campuses.
The football field is 100 square meters, large and spacious.
Just as the morning light pierced through the clouds, the playground was already a sea of camouflage.
Thousands of freshmen from various departments stood in neat rows, their military green training uniforms rippling in the breeze like a surging sea of wheat.
Lu Chi was also dressed in camouflage, which made him look tall and handsome, and also gave him a tough and domineering visual appeal.
He was absolutely awesome.
Even the instructors who came to train them were immediately impressed when they saw Lu Chi for the first time.
"Wow, I never expected your computer science department to have such a handsome guy!"
Lu Chi stood tall and proud, expressing his confidence in his good looks.
After the instructors gave various arrangements and instructions before the training began, the 21-day military training activity kicked off.
Looking at the entire football field.
Instructors from various departments and classes marched through the area with powerful, resounding steps, their loud commands piercing the sky.
The resounding "one, two, one" echoed throughout the campus, the soles of shoes rubbing against the ground, creating a spectacular and impressive sound.
After an hour of training, they rested on the spot. The other students were all covered in sweat and so tired that they couldn't straighten their backs.
Lying on the grass, I held my hat up to my face and fanned myself, trying to get a little coolness in the sweltering summer heat.
Lu Chi, on the other hand, acted as if nothing had happened, not breaking a sweat the entire time.
The instructor walked up to him and, seeing how relaxed and calm he was, seriously suspected that he had been slacking off during training.
After a 10-minute break, the second round of training began.
This time, the coach kept a close eye on Lu Chi, not giving him any chance to slack off.
To the coach's utter astonishment, Lu Chi performed the entire training session flawlessly, with perfect form and precise force, without exhibiting any signs of cheating or shirking responsibility.
But while others were exhausted and sweating profusely from the same movements, he trained with remarkable ease.
The reason he didn't sweat was because he considered these training exercises to be child's play, and even child's play among child's play.
Consider Lu Chi, a master with intermediate-level combat skills. All the instructors present combined are no match for him, let alone ordinary military training!
If it weren't for the mandatory military training upon entering university, he wouldn't want to waste this time.
The instructor was completely dumbfounded.
He walked straight over to Lu Chi and asked, "Kid, have you ever practiced martial arts?"
Lu Chi didn't intend to hide it, lest people say he was weird, not sweating at such high intensity training, even with the sun shining so brightly overhead.
He answered truthfully, "Reporting to the instructor, I have learned kung fu!"
"Oh?" The instructor became interested. "Then come up here and perform for the students."
Lu Chi nodded: "Yes!"
Instructor: "What's your name?"
Lu Chi: "Reporting, Instructor, my name is Lu Chi!"
The instructor said, "Lu Chi, step forward!"
Then, addressing the entire class, he said, "Attention, everyone! Stand at ease! Sit down!"
Lu Chi stood in front of the whole class.
Thinking to myself what to perform?
Guagua: [Host, just perform a split, a backflip, and maybe a little martial arts.]
Lu Chi: [Okay, I don't want to reveal too much of my strength, lest if the instructor wants to spar with me and I manage to outmaneuver him, he'll look bad in future training sessions.]
Guagua: [Haha, host, you've thought of everything.]
Lu Chi: [Leave a way out for others, so you can meet again in the future.]
"Hello students, I'd like to give you a short performance."
Lu Chi cupped his hands and first demonstrated a split, a horizontal split, and a side split!
He then performed a backflip, and then a series of backflips.
Then he subtly performed a few kung fu tricks.
The instructor thought to himself, "It's just fancy footwork."
On the surface, he still led the applause, and said to the students sitting on the grass, "This student is very skilled. He doesn't even sweat during training. Everyone should train harder."
"Yes, instructor!"
The entire class answered the instructor in unison.
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