"Father Wang, I’m leaving."
Carrying a small suitcase.
The bulk of the luggage was packed into the Transformation Capsules, two capsules; one contained the Assault Freedom cha, which was his life insurance.
Although by now, Ming Step had already completely given in under that relentless day and night tornt, without a mont to breathe.
According to her, they had indeed been completely defeated.
So if there really was soone secretly watching Xu Lingjun... if they still had any manpower left, would they have tolerated Xu Lingjun living until now?
What scheming is needed, they could just rush out and perish together with him to vent their hatred.
Yet behind Zhong Dawei’s attack, there was indeed assistance from a master.
Xu Lingjun thought that it was better to be cautious; who could be sure that what Ming Step said was true?
Words spoken under torture needed to be taken with a pinch of salt.
Therefore,
Not only did he carry the Assault Freedom cha with him, but the other Transformation Capsule also contained a large amount of luggage, including items like the Sword of Oath and Victory, Iron Man Nano Armor Figure, and various other miscellaneous items he carried along using the Transformation Capsules.
Before leaving, he had been nagging at Father Wang, entrusting him with the unfinished business he had yet to complete during this ti.
During this period, he had indeed made quite a few toys, even writing out detailed background stories for each...
Things like the Divine Light Stick, Ultraman Glasses—whatever he could make, he had made.
By now, the new real toys had started to spread throughout Fangyi City, with signs of expanding outward.
However, the business was lukewarm at best; the toys were too exquisite and priced too high.
Xu Lingjun could only hope for Father Wang to help open up opportunities.
Regardless of the authenticity, his priority was to boost the toys’ popularity.
Furthermore, these toys were targeted at children, whose hearts were most pure; they might even believe these toys were real... then he wouldn’t need to exert much effort to infuse the Talent Source into these treasures.
Unlike Xu Lingjun’s excitent, Wang Tiancheng could only feel reluctance.
But as children grow, they all develop their own paths... As parents, the only thing they could do was to stay in the background and provide all the support their children needed.
Thinking about this, he looked at Zong Xiaoping and said with a smile, "Xiaoping, isn’t it? I was having dinner with your dad a couple of days ago, and he kept praising you. I didn’t expect you and Xiaojun to beco friends... Xiaojun is a naive and good kid, so I’ll have to trouble you to look after him from now on."
He said this while slipping a red envelope over.
This had almost beco a habitual gesture for him, handing out red envelopes first when eting soone.
Zong Xiaoping: "........."
He looked helplessly at Xu Lingjun.
"You should accept it; that way, Father Wang can be more at ease."
"Then... then I’ll accept it, thank you, Uncle."
Zong Xiaoping accepted the red envelope, feeling sowhat guilty, and thought about the responsibility to ’look after’?
I had already planned to latch onto Xu Lingjun, so receiving an envelope as well? This is indeed a kind father...
Rembering his own father who kindly told him that when he grew up he needed to learn to be independent and that his father would give him three thousand yuan a month for his living expenses, so he should spend it wisely.
It sounded quite normal.
If he hadn’t overheard his dad secretly discussing with his mom that the costs would increase as the child grew older and started dating, they might soon give the kidten thousand yuan a month as pocket money... he might have believed them.
Damn, the middleman was making a profit even off his own son.
Is this human behavior?
Board the vehicle.
A comfortable motorho, with bunk beds, very cozy to lie on.
Zong Xiaoping placed his luggage properly, unable to hide the trace of envy in his heart, and softly said, "Your father is really nice to you."
Xu Lingjun said, "He’s not my father."
"Huh?"
"He’s my fiancé’s father, so I call him ’dad’ in advance, but technically, we should have an in-law relationship, right?"
Xu Lingjun thought for a mont and said, "But maybe our relationship is a bit better than a normal in-law relationship."
"Oh... is that so?"
Zong Xiaoping could only force a smile; this kind of relationship felt still so far away for him... But hearing the term ’in-law,’ there was a sense of envy.
So young yet already settled the major life decisions, even got the in-law done.
It seed like Xu Lingjun far outpaced him in every way... and he hadn’t even found a fiancé for Teacher Su yet.
Sprung by the urgency of his impending departure, he had straightforwardly asked Teacher Su the other day.
Teacher Su had firmly denied it.
But for so reason, her face blushed...
Obviously, there was sothing.
Ah, the way is long, I see no escape, I must go up and down to seek.
Laying down on the soft large bed, gazing through the window, watching as the vehicle slowly started moving... heading outward.
Along the way,
Zong Xiaoping truly experienced the aning of luxurious experiences, every day’s schedule, food, lodging, routes were ticulously planned.
Dining at grand restaurants, staying at large hotels.
Every place they arrived at, hotel staff would be there in advance to welco them.
Eventually, he felt quite embarrassed.
The thick red envelope from Wang Tiancheng, he could only helplessly return it to Xu Lingjun...
Explaining with no undeserved gains, the treatnt was too premium, and not spending his money made him uncomfortable.
In the blink of an eye, several days had already passed.
As they neared their destination,
the surrounding air began to grow colder.
Even though it was October, early morning breaths carried faint white mist.
The Bei Xuanwu Martial Mansion was located in the extre north, a land where it’s winter all year round, clearly... they were getting closer to their destination.
This day.
The car drove midway.
The driver suddenly stopped and said, "Young master, I’m afraid I can only take you this far."
Upon hearing it, Xu Lingjun looked out through the window.
By this ti, they had arrived at the entrance of a bustling city.
And at this entrance,
a massive sign stood, with eight large characters written on it.
Beixuan Martial Arts Student Reception.
Beneath the sign were a few freshn waiting, with their luggage in tow, although there were seats available, they all stood there, stomping their feet and shivering.
Obviously, they hadn’t anticipated the weather being this frigid and hadn’t brought enough clothes for the winter.
"Beixuan Station, as I know the train stops here, it seems like this is where they welco new students."
Xu Lingjun smiled and said, "Let’s get off too, thank you, Uncle Li, and rember to inform Father Wang that I safely arrived."
"Yes, young master."
The driver, called Uncle Li, smiled and said, "One more thing, President Wang asked to remind you, even though you are going out to study, you must clock in at work as required. Otherwise, the monthly two hundred thousand yuan full attendance bonus, year-end bonus, exceptional employee award, progress award, diligent work award, etc., will all be gone. If you’re really too busy, change batteries and set up automatic clock-in."
"Okay, I got it."
The motorho turned around and drove back.
Leaving Xu Lingjun and Zong Xiaoping with their suitcases heading towards Beixuan Station.
Seeing the two figures, those waiting couldn’t help but brighten up.
"More freshn are here."
"Hmm, and they’re skilled ones."
A few seniors from the Bei Xuanwu Martial Mansion assessed Xu Lingjun and Zong Xiaoping, with their eyes shining brightly.
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