Chapter 48: Meeting at a Party
Although the woman who brought disaster to the country has gone back temporarily, Chu Ge still has plenty of time to write.
Because there is more to do.
I am still doing running and push-ups. This is my basic physical condition. I'm not talking about how perfect I have to train it. Anyway, I have so much fat that I'm out of breath even when running. It would be funny to say that I want to practice martial arts.
Meditate once in the morning and once in the evening. Now the meditation is not only about circulating the Qi of the meridians, but also about moving in the direction of the Golden Bell Cover. It is also practicing the Golden Bell Cover. To put it in a more professional way, it is taking the Golden Bell Cover as the fundamental method.
Thinking about this makes me tear up. How did it become like this without me noticing?
Fortunately, I didn't set this thing to require virgin kung fu... Chu Ge has always felt that the setting of virgin kung fu is unscientific. Does it count as losing primordial yang? Isn't it the same? Why does it stop working after doing that?
That doesn't make sense, right?
In addition to practicing the skills, one also needs to forge the soul. One cannot let others control one's mind and treat one like a dog, right? Apart from such serious matters, Chu Ge also did not want others to read everything he was thinking. That was not a good feeling.
The time for meditation was more than doubled than before.
In addition to this, you also need to practice your physical skills. You can't just take a beating, right? At least you have to be able to run away when the situation is not right.
In the short term, the body skills are about small movements. You don't need to practice outdoors, you can practice indoors. Things are piled up everywhere? That's even better. What we want is to walk leisurely in a complex space.
Chu Ge strolled in the room, and even in his pajamas he felt carefree and relaxed... He felt that his style of painting was even more weird.
Taking the Lingbo light steps, and then roaring with the Golden Bell Cover, what kind of cutting and splicing style is this?
Chu Ge didn't even think about how to practice offensive methods in the future, but instead thought about which one would be more effective...
All the exercises together took about three hours. Although it was not as much time as the part-time job before, it seemed that the time spent on training became longer and longer. When it came to Qiu Wuji, any retreat and meditation would take months or even years. How could he write by then?
Never mind. That’s probably a change that would only occur after decades of practice. At least it won’t be possible to reach that level within the time it takes to write this book, so it shouldn’t be a big problem.
On the contrary, as I practiced, my spirits became better and better, and my typing became smoother, which in turn improved my efficiency.
In the past, 10,000 updates was considered a record, but now it’s considered a regular occurrence.
I practiced martial arts and typed at the same time, and two days passed quickly. Qiu Wuji had not returned yet, but the class reunion came.
Chu Ge straightened his clothes and looked at himself in the mirror. He felt as if he didn't recognize this person.
He is still so handsome... um...
His spirit and energy have improved so much, his body is straighter and his eyes are brighter.
If he had been like this when they were dating, would Gu Ruoyan's reaction be different? Never mind, why think about it, it was Qiu Wuji who brought all this about.
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"Eh? The great writer is here so early."
The hotel we booked for the party was pretty good, but unfortunately Lao Hong booked it too late and could only get a table in the lobby.
There weren't many people attending the party, but at least there were two tables. A private room wasn't easy to get, so everyone just used the hall.
When I found my table, Lao Hong was already there, and he brought his wife with him, because she was also a classmate of ours. It was a little early, so only half of the people were there. Looking at Chu Ge, everyone was praising him, "Fuck, he's getting more and more handsome. How could I not have seen that back then?"
Chu Ge wiped his hair and said, "Men become more attractive as they get older. Do you regret not picking me up back then?"
"Go away." Lao Hong laughed and said, "You were too lonely back then - in fact, you are still lonely now. Anyway, you don't participate in many activities, you don't play basketball or football, and you spend all day either hanging out in the Internet cafe or hiding in the dormitory reading novels. It's like you don't exist. Who would date you?"
Someone else laughed: "That's what writers are like."
Everybody laughed.
Chu Ge smiled slightly. Everyone's laughter was still teasing and even a little sarcastic. I always felt a little uncomfortable when I heard it before. For example, weren't there fewer of you who spent time in Internet cafes without seeing anyone? Aren't we all the same? Why do those things that are the same for everyone become special because I write books? Why do people always use writers as an excuse?
But now he really feels like it's nothing.
She said it was well written.
That’s none of your business.
He didn't say anything and sat down directly: "Wu Yang didn't come?"
Lao Hong said, "The chief of the Municipal Bureau was very busy. He originally said that he might have to work overtime today and couldn't come, but in the afternoon he said that it was okay and he could come."
A classmate asked: "Is it okay for civil servants to have a banquet in public and sit in the hall so that it attracts attention?"
Another female classmate said, "Besides the eight-hour workday, it's only natural for classmates to have a reunion on weekends. You always overthink the civil servants' affairs. Policemen are also human beings. Just don't wear uniforms."
This female classmate is called Zhang Manli. She is also a civil servant. I heard she works in the Civil Affairs Department.
Chu Ge started to think again, wondering if the Civil Affairs Department could provide any help with Qiu Wuji’s identity… He sighed, thinking about utilitarianism and socializing. For the sake of my Qiu Wuji, he had to fight.
Just as he was about to say a few words of flattery, he suddenly felt something in his heart, and he didn't know why.
So he turned and looked towards the hotel entrance.
Lin Wuyang is coming in.
Almost at the same time, another group of people parked their cars outside and some of them got out.
Lin Wuyang subconsciously turned his head and saw Zhang Qiren who had just got off the bus.
Zhang Qiren was stunned for a moment, as if he had not expected to bump into Lin Wuyang here. The two looked at each other for a few seconds, and Zhang Qiren smiled politely: "I didn't expect to meet Section Chief Lin here. Section Chief Lin is coming to eat?"
Lin Wuyang said slowly: "Don't tell me this hotel is also yours?"
"Oh, no, no, I'm just here to treat my friends to a meal. Chief Lin, please don't get me wrong. My family doesn't have much money."
"No matter what kind of 'friend' you invited." Lin Wuyang turned coldly and walked into the hall: "As long as the money is enough..."
The words sounded like both a mockery and a warning. Zhang Qiren did not answer, but just smiled and watched him enter the hall.
Then his eyes narrowed slightly, and finally showed surprise - he saw Lin Wuyang walking towards one of the tables in the hall with a smile, where a familiar face was sitting, also looking at him in surprise.
Chugo.
Those eyes seemed to be bulging out of their sockets.
Zhang Qiren turned around to look at his younger brothers behind him, then looked down at his valuable clothes. There was actually a hint of heat on his face, as if he felt embarrassed to be seen by Chu Ge.
Others with money would be very proud to see their old friend, but he felt ashamed to see Chu Ge. Zhang Qiren tasted his own mood and couldn't help laughing and shaking his head.
"Brother?" The younger brother behind him was confused.
"Oh, it's okay." Zhang Qiren calmed down and smiled again: "Big Ear, pay attention to what this table is saying later, be careful."
A big-eared boy smiled and said, "I know, Chief Lin."
Zhang Qiren smiled, looked at Chu Ge again, turned around and went upstairs.
His QQ has been bombarded with messages from Chu Ge: "Zhang Qiren, your so-called failure to return home turned out to be an inheritance of billions of dollars!!!"
He took out his cell phone, took a look at it, and sighed softly.
Thanks to Mike and McDull for the 10,000 reward, Eat a Cannon Cart for the 6,500 reward, Nibelungen 0819 for the 5,000 reward, Eat a Midnight Snack for the 2,500 reward, Si'an for the 2,000 reward, Moonlight Wind Song, Brilliant Dudu, Rin Shiyu, Eat a Cannon Cart, Then Stay, and Golden Requiem for the 1,500 reward...
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