Chapter 412 The Price of Inflation [Additional update, thanks to Brother Shenhai for being the fourth leader! ]



Fatty Ou only had some vegetable and fruit salad tonight.

He said that losing weight should start with controlling diet.

Then, he kept groaning on the sofa with an empty stomach until seven o'clock in the evening, howling self-encouragement words like "I'm hungry", "I can't do it anymore", and "Persistence is victory".

Song Siyu advised him to proceed step by step, but he refused to listen.

He also told Song Siyu that he was going to exercise and went downstairs to the gym.

Song Siyu had no choice but to continue studying Chen Feng's quantum programming algorithm in the study and let him go.

At 8:58, Song Siyu saw that Fatty Ou had not gone upstairs to take a shower yet, and she became puzzled.

Usually, the fat man can only run for less than ten minutes, and then he has to stop whining.

This time, there was no movement for almost two hours, which was strange.

Song Siyu hurried downstairs to check, and found that Fatty Ou, who was wearing a vest and sweating all over, fell face down next to the elliptical trainer.

She rushed over.

The fat man seemed to have just fainted, and sweat dripped down his vest to the ground, soaking the carpet into a human shape.

Song Siyu knew first aid knowledge and could do cardiopulmonary resuscitation.

But the fat on the fat man's body was too thick, and her strength was exhausted after turning him over, and she couldn't press at all.

Song Siyu quickly called Uncle Long, who lived in the villa next door, and then called the emergency center of Jiangnan First Hospital, which had long-term cooperation with Ou.

Uncle Long arrived at the scene a minute later.

But within this minute, Ou Junlang's heartbeat and pulse became weaker and weaker until they stopped completely. At the same time, Uncle Long finally rushed over and began emergency rescue.

After asking about the situation and hanging up the phone, Chen Feng's hands were freed, and his running speed increased by another three points.

His expression was extremely solemn.

There was no conspiracy or assassination in the whole incident. It was a complete blunder.

The fat man who had not exercised for a long time didn't know what was wrong with his brain. He suddenly wanted to work out, but the amount was too much at once, and his cardiopulmonary function couldn't keep up, causing cardiac arrest.

This kind of thing has never happened in the past timeline.

Fatty always looked very serious and naive. Every time he said he wanted to lose weight, it was just pure talk.

Chen Feng thought he had seen through Fatty's character from many historical materials.

So he never worried about it, never considered this possibility, and was completely unprepared.

But this time, something unexpected happened.

Chen Feng knew the reason, and the root cause was still in himself.

He triggered the backlash of time and space again.

Fatty has suffered too many invisible blows in recent days.

The gap between reality and ideal has been impacting Fatty's mind.

He has been eager to jump out of his father's shadow and prove himself since he was a child.

So when facing Chen Feng, Fatty rushed up without hesitation and hugged this thigh decisively. Little did

he know that he had just escaped from the wolf's den and fell into the tiger's pit. He

hugged the thigh, but the thigh was too thick and strong, and the shadow was so big that it blocked out the sun.

Now, he won more completely without any struggle.

The fat man has never been willing to accept this.

The more this happened, the more anxious he became.

Until the huge gap overwhelmed the critical point of his psychological endurance.

In short, the fat man's mentality collapsed.

But his collapse did not mean he would give up, but that he decided to face reality and work hard.

He decided to accept the fate of being a pure stallion and prepare to become a better stallion.

He wanted to improve his cardiopulmonary function by strengthening exercise and improve his metabolic level to improve the quality of his serenity.

The idea was good, but he went too far, was not well prepared, and did not have professionals to guide and train him, which put him in a life-threatening situation.

Chen Feng looked calm on the surface, but he was nervous and self-blaming in his heart.

The essence of playing with time is playing with fire.

In addition, he wanted to control the unpredictable human heart, and he was playing with fire by the oil barrel. If he was not careful, the time and space storm would bite a piece of meat off his body silently.

When he had the illusion that he could control everything, he was actually standing on the edge of a dangerous cliff without knowing it.

Now, Chen Feng has paid the price of inflation.

Chen Feng punched himself hard in the chest.

I am a big idiot!

Being called Master Chen, Teacher Chen, President Chen, Sage, Leader all day long, he really thinks he is a god, omniscient and omnipotent.

I should have paid attention to Fatty's mental state earlier and shouldn't have always discouraged him like that.

It's not that Fatty is cowardly and can't stand being discouraged.

This is really an unexpected accident.

Alas.

Chen Feng sighed secretly, gritted his teeth and continued to run forward.

Thank God.

When Chen Feng was about to arrive at the Hanhua Spring Villa District, Song Siyu called again and told him a good news.

After Uncle Long used a pacemaker and hand pressure to resuscitate three broken ribs, Fatty's heartbeat and consciousness gradually recovered.

Chen Feng felt relieved.

He just felt the chill on his body, and it turned out that he was sweating profusely.

It was a close call.

Although this time-space backlash was not as thrilling as the car accident that Zhong Lei had narrowly escaped, it was no less dangerous.

If the fat man really died, it would be even more unfair.

God knows what the history books will write about it a thousand years later.

He was born as an emperor, but his life became a farce.

If the fat man knew about this, he would definitely die with regret.

As a top luxury house in Seoul, the property security of Hanhua Spring is very professional, and the surveillance in the community is almost all-round.

Time is tight, and Chen Feng is too lazy to find the guard to report, so he decided to climb over the wall directly.

The security measures that can prevent 99% of the world's thieves are useless in front of Chen Feng.

He just jumped over the high wall of the iron fence, then stepped on the ground, and his figure flashed again, and he went straight to the fat man's villa.

The 24-hour manned surveillance could not even respond to the automatic alarm, let alone the naked eye identification of the inspectors in the monitoring room.

From receiving the call to arriving at the scene, Chen Feng took a total of two minutes and thirty-seven seconds.

"What's the situation?"

Chen Feng opened the French window of the gym on the first floor, hurriedly walked in, and asked.

The fat man who was still lying on his back on the ground had half white and half red on his face, and fine beads of sweat were still oozing out of his forehead. He coughed dryly from time to time, but he tried hard to restrain the urge to cough, humming in his mouth.

Three broken ribs, no joke, it must be painful.

Song Siyu sat nervously beside him and could only look at the fat man with worried eyes.

She herself is pregnant now and dare not take any more risks.

Uncle Long, who was about to turn around to pour water, was stunned and turned his head sharply, "Mr. Chen?"

"Yes, it's me."

Uncle Long swallowed his saliva, "No...it shouldn't be a big deal."

As a professional bodyguard, Uncle Long is familiar with the terrain of the entire Hanzhou City.

He is also familiar with Chen Feng's location.

Now his mind is a little dizzy again.

The distance he rushed here must be more than ten kilometers. Song Siyu just called him a few minutes ago, how come he is here?

Even if a helicopter takes off and lands, it can't be that fast!

Ou Junlang heard Chen Feng's voice, and his head, which was a little drowsy due to the severe pain, became a little clearer. "Master... Master, I'm fine."

Chen Feng walked over and stretched out his hand to pinch his pulse. "It's okay, but it's a bit too much to say that you're fine. Oh, really... I don't know how to say good things about you. If you want to lose weight, don't do it so recklessly. You should have some plans when doing things."

After saying that, he felt that the fat man had just escaped death, so it was not good to teach him a lesson.

"Forget it, learn a lesson and remember it better in the future. I would rather you stay fat like this. Didn't I tell you that it doesn't matter if you are like this, and there is no need to be too harsh on yourself."

The fat man's situation was more complicated, and Chen Feng didn't know how to comfort him, so he could only say a few words for the time being.

Ou Junlang hummed in a muffled voice, indicating that he understood, but it was hard to say whether he really understood or not.

Unable to wait for a moment, Uncle Long took a water cup in his left hand and a painkiller in his right hand and gave it to Fatty to take.

The painkiller was not an ordinary thing. It was Uncle Long's lifesaver when he was trapped in the battle overseas. It can even barely soothe gunshot wounds. The effect is outstanding.

Within a minute, the fat man stopped groaning, but his head was a little dizzy, and he looked a bit like he was drunk. There were

still a few minutes before the ambulance arrived, and Ou Guohua was also rushing here from the Ou family mansion.

The fat man's eyes gradually narrowed, as if he fell asleep.

Chen Feng whispered to Song Siyu to turn around and keep a closer eye on him, lest he do something stupid again.

Unexpectedly, Ou Junlang suddenly closed his eyes and burst into tears, "I'm sorry, Master! I'm really sorry for causing you trouble. I'm sorry, wife, for making you scared. I'm sorry, Uncle Long, I'm really sorry... I'm sorry, I'm sorry... I..."

Maybe he was really sad, or maybe the painkillers with a psychedelic effect broke down his psychological defenses, exposing his slightly collapsed state of mind without reservation.

Chen Feng sighed, "Ah..."

At this point, he knew where he was wrong.

It was his mistake to drag Fatty Ou onto the battleship to save the world.

Among the six people who saved the world, Zhong Lei, Lu Wei, Lai En, and Meng Xiaozhou are not ordinary people. They all have strong willpower and amazing talents.

Each of them is good at their own thing.

Compared with these people, Ou Junlang, who was born in a wealthy family, is more like an ordinary mortal.

It's not that Ou Junlang is really incompetent.

Fatty's talent is already very good, at least surpassing 99.99% of people.

His spiritual quality can also surpass 99.99% of people.

But this is not enough, because the other five people who saved the world have comprehensive qualities that at least surpass 99.9999%.

The decimal point difference is two points, and this difference seems slight, but it is actually a world of difference.

Although Ou Junlang is already excellent, he is still not qualified to bear such a heavy responsibility as the savior.

He could not bear this psychological pressure, so he lost balance in judgment and was too eager to achieve success in losing weight. He forgot to proceed step by step and made a serious mistake.

"You all go out for a while. I will talk to him alone."

Now is not the time to let Song Siyu and Uncle Long know. If Fatty Ou continues to act like this, he will let the cat out of the bag sooner or later. Chen Feng said calmly in an irreconcilable tone.

Uncle Long's lips trembled, and he wanted to refute, but he didn't say anything in the end.

Song Siyu was a little worried, but thought that with Chen Feng watching, nothing would happen.

After the two left, Chen Feng sat on the ground.

"Okay, I know you're upset. I've called them both away, so you can vent your anger. But don't move too much, or your ribs will get dislocated and poke your lungs."

Fatty Ou was startled and tried to slow down his breathing, only making sobs.

After nearly half a minute, he choked and whispered, "Master, I'm so unwilling to accept this. I want to help you and do something, but I can't do anything right. Why am I such a loser?"


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