The Strongest Face-S Chapter 118 - 118 118 Sleepless Night

??118: Chapter 118 Sleepless Night

118: Chapter 118 Sleepless Night

Although Zhang Fan was in unbearable pain, feeling the softness beside him chased away the discomfort in his heart.

He slightly turned his body, and his eyes glinted with provocation as he stared at Ye Yanran.

However, just as Zhang Fan was casting flirty looks at Ye Yanran, she directly pulled out a pair of scissors from under the quilt and slamd them heavily onto the bedside table.

Zhang Fan felt a sudden, inexplicable pain in a certain area.

Dammit, scissors—isn’t that the pair from the guest room?

When did it end up in the hands of this tigress, Ye Yanran?

Thinking about the way she wielded the knife while cooking that night, Zhang Fan had no doubt that this tigress, Ye Yanran, could actually use it on him, and he definitely didn’t want to beco the last eunuch in China.

So, Zhang Fan imdiately turned over.

The scissors in the tigress’ hands don’t recognize anyone, after all.

Zhang Fan wished he could punch himself and knock himself out.

Damn it, two delicious-looking girls were right beside him, but he couldn’t touch them—this was pure torture.

“Bro, what’s poking ?”

Zhang Fan had a face full of exasperation!

“Just a finger, don’t think too much about it.”

“Liar, how can a finger be this big,” retorted Zhang Xiaoyuan suspiciously.

“Zhang Fan!” Ye Yanran’s eyes turned icy, and the scissors in her hand clicked threateningly.

“Cough cough, let’s sleep, sleep!”

Zhang Fan lay flat on his back, breathing deeply, but he just couldn’t fall asleep.

Damn, unless one was a eunuch or gay, who could sleep in this situation?

Maybe count sheep?

An idea suddenly dawned on Zhang Fan.

One sheep, two sheep, three sheep…

But after counting more than two hundred sheep, Zhang Fan still felt incredibly awake.

Damn, how could he possibly fall asleep?

Count sheep again?

Alright!

One fat sheep, two fat sheep, three fat sheep…

Zhang Fan didn’t know when he fell asleep, but when Ye Yanran woke him up, he already had dark circles under his eyes.

“Ding, host has gained 2000 Spiritual Value.”

“Ding, the Spiritual Value of planting objects Ye Yanran, Ye Xuan, and Zhang Xiaoyuan is mature; harvesting is possible.”

When Zhang Fan heard this sound, his spirit imdiately beca extrely refreshed.

“Draw a prize.”

“Ding, congratulations to the host for obtaining a bottle of Constitution Potion; would you like to use it?”

“Yes!” Zhang Fan didn’t hesitate for a second.

“Congratulations to the host, Constitution

1.”

When Zhang Fan heard this sound, his eyes nearly bulged out of their sockets.

Damn,

1?

My thousand Spiritual Value, shit, just wasted like that?

At least give

a Skill Book.

“Draw a prize!”

Zhang Fan continued to use his remaining Spiritual Value to draw more prizes.

“Congratulations to the host for obtaining the Enchanting Fragrance, which can make people sleep for 6-8 hours.”

Zhang Fan continued to be dumbfounded.

Damn, what’s the use of the Enchanting Fragrance?

Freaking hell, to give people a sleeping buff?

“It’s almost six o’clock, training will start soon.”

Ye Yanran was clearly not feeling great; she had almost spent the entire night watching over Zhang Fan, not trusting him in the slightest.

As a result, she too had so dark circles under her eyes.

Zhang Fan glared at Ye Yanran resentfully, but the sight of her, still groggy from sleep, made his eyes light up.

Tsk, tsk, tsk, she looks pretty good like that.

Ye Yanran also noticed Zhang Fan’s gaze, and imdiately her beautiful eyes narrowed as she picked up a pair of scissors and snapped them in her hands.

Zhang Fan was scared witless, sprinting straight for the bathroom with his clothes in tow.

Damn, this tigress is really not to be ssed with.

However, Zhang Fan quickly cracked a smile.

Enchanting Fragrance, isn’t this the perfect thing to use on Ye Yanran?

Then, right in front of her, I could gobble up Ye Xuan and Zhang Xiaoyuan’s spirits.

Hahaha, the System really treats

well.

While showering, Zhang Fan also opened the System to look at his own panel.

Host: Zhang Fan.

Strength: 10

Intelligence: 7

Constitution: 11

Spirit: 10

Agility: 11

Spending a thousand spiritual value for a single point in constitution made Zhang Fan feel a bit of a twinge, and if he had to add to an attribute, he would have preferred intelligence so that all his other attributes would break ten.

After the bath, Ye Yanran was waiting at the door.

As soon as Zhang Fan saw Ye Yanran go in, he dashed back to his room.

However, the very next mont, Zhang Fan was dumbstruck.

Holy shit, did this tigress Ye Yanran just lock the door from the outside and take the key with her?

Damn it, there goes my chance to harvest Ye Xuan and Zhang Xiaoyuan’s spirits.

Fuck, no opportunity now!

Zhang Fan, furious, went out to the courtyard and lay on the sunbed, silently activating his Telepathy to watch the silhouette inside the bathroom.

“Yo, up so early?”

Zhang Dongyang, looking at the wet-haired Zhang Fan, was very curious.

This guy normally wouldn’t get out of bed unless it was ti for class, so what’s with him being up with the sun shining from the west today?

“Dad, good morning.” Zhang Fan turned around to see his fully geared-up old man and nearly popped his eyes out.

At that mont, Zhang Dongyang was wearing a full set of camouflage, a huge military backpack on his back, looking much like the ones soldiers carry during training on TV, and more importantly, he was holding an assault rifle.

“Dad, that gun…

it’s not real, right?”

Zhang Fan quickly stood up and snatched the rifle from his dad’s hands to examine it.

Zhang Dongyang rolled his eyes: “It’s just a model.”

Only then did Zhang Fan realize that the gun in his hands was indeed a model, it didn’t even have a trigger.

“Dad, how much does all this gear weigh?” Zhang Fan asked curiously.

“20 kilograms,” Zhang Dongyang said.

Zhang Fan gasped.

20KG?

“This is just so rehabilitative training I’m trying, back in the army, we normally did a 20-kiloter cross-country with 35KG,” Zhang Dongyang stated nonchalantly.

This ti, Zhang Fan was truly impressed.

35KG, with that weight, let alone a 20-kiloter cross-country, damn, even carrying sothing that heavy for a kiloter would exhaust regular people to death.

But thinking of his own doubled attributes, Zhang Fan looked eager to try.

“Dad, got another set?

Hook

up with one,” Zhang Fan said, licking his lips.

“You want to carry weight too?” Zhang Dongyang asked skeptically.

Zhang Fan nodded emphatically, 20KG was nothing, after all, his attributes had doubled, and he was no longer the weakling he used to be.

“Today’s training is a ten-kiloter cross-country, you sure?” Zhang Dongyang asked again.