Chapter 178 No Matter What You Want, You Have to Fight for It with Your Ability!

Chen Pingan waved his hand quickly, "No, no, no, goodbye, I'll go read a book.

Forget about marriage.

At least I won't think about it before I graduate. I'm only a freshman, and I'm only 19 years old!

It's just... I always feel..."

He frowned and thought for a while. Chen Shaohua didn't urge him, and waited for him quietly.

After a long time, he raised his head and said, "It's not always like this. My roommate talked to me recently.

In my current state, it seems that the class doesn't improve me much. Most of the time I'm reading my own books..."

After another pause, he slowed down his speech, "The purpose of the class is to solve doubts, but I don't seem to need it too much now.

I... I seem to be stuck in a bottleneck period now."

He didn't say it completely.

In fact, he was thinking about whether to drop out of school, but he couldn't bear to leave the school.

He knew that the school was actually a very safe place, similar to the novice village about to enter the society, and the time in college was the novice protection period.

Many people have no protection after entering the society and face bloody competition.

He also knew that even if he entered society, he would still have the protection of his family, just like what Fang Hongjun had experienced.

The goal was always the same, to train the pillar of the family.

It sounded simple.

But the moment he said it, he still hesitated.

Chen Shaohua looked at his expression and encouraged him, "It's okay, you can say whatever you think.

I won't think of myself as the head of the family at any time. After all, you are my son now, right?"

Chen Pingan took a few deep breaths, "I was thinking, is there any way for me to skip classes but still go to the school library to read books.

The knowledge I get from reading is broader than in the classroom, and it is more efficient."

"You mean, you have a good memory?" Chen Shaohua asked after pondering for a moment, "So you can master more things in the same amount of time?"

"Yes." Chen Pingan nodded, "That's what I mean, but I still can't express it well."

Chen Shaohua smiled, "It's okay, this at least proves that you have faced a choice, you just don't know how to choose."

"Yes, that's it."

"If you want to continue to go to the school library to read books but don't want to go to class, this is easy to do, skip class!" Chen Shaohua looked at him with a smile.

"It's okay to skip classes, but it doesn't seem to be enough for me." He said slowly, "It's not that I haven't skipped classes, but I can't change my mind."

"What kind of psychological change does this require? If you have the ability, don't go to class, and continue to get the top few in the exams, I believe the professors will not target you.

If you can do it, it's a good thing, I can't wait to be happy!

It shows that your IQ is really high.

No matter what you want, you have to fight for it with your ability!"

...

After the father and son finished their conversation, Chen Pingan did not read the book, but seriously considered what he would do in the future.

He did not bring up the topic of taking a leave of absence. If he did, Chen Shaohua and Liu Qing would not agree.

They must hope that they can also get a diploma from Beijing University.

He thought for a long time in his room before picking up the book again and starting to read.

No one knocked on his door the whole time.

Early on Sunday morning, he went out to have breakfast with Shaoji and Ah Qi, and then drove to another place.

A small courtyard house, located a little south of the city center of Beijing.

There were a few other people here when he came for the first time, but there was no one here when he came for the second time.

Tangxicheng arranged this place for him to use alone on weekends.

However, judging from the traces, there should still be people here on weekdays, but it is empty every Sunday.

When the college entrance examination just ended, Chen Pingan thought about signing up for a class to practice fighting or something like that, but he never had time to learn.

Now there are two people teaching him hand in hand, but he can't stand it.

He is 18 years old, his body has been formed, although there is still a certain degree of plasticity, but when his legs are pressed, he still cries in pain.

In addition to being more useful in the brain, in the eyes of Shaoji and Ah Qi, he is just a rookie with poor physical coordination.

Ah Qi is a traditional martial arts student, and he doesn't know what kind of awesome kung fu he is.

Shaoji is free fighting, which should be the kind of close-range fighting.

Anyway, when he sees Shaoji holding roast duck or roast chicken or KFC every day, he always feels that this guy is worried about not having the next meal.

He practiced horse stance every day, whether at school or at home, and he would get up at six in the morning to practice alone.

Either on the balcony of the dormitory or in his own room at home.

After horse stance, Ah Qi taught him Bajiquan, which he could practice the fastest.

Very serious.

Ah Qi, who always smiled, would not smile at this time.

But he would not teach him kung fu like a real disciple.

In the afternoon, Shao Ji taught him grappling and close combat.

That's what he said, but in fact it was just some techniques.

A day would pass quickly. He had dinner outside with the two masters, and then he was sent to the school dormitory.

As usual, he looked like he was about to die, and quietly returned to the dormitory, climbed onto the bed and lay down.

Fell asleep directly.

This was not the first time the other three people in the dormitory had seen him.

Ding Junzhe saw something, but said nothing.

He was a little envious of Chen Pingan.

He recognized the so-called family members he saw in the cafeteria last time.

Those were Chen Pingan's bodyguards.

But Chen Pingan said they were family members, so he didn't say anything.

This guy's current state is obviously a manifestation of muscle soreness.

Li Hongzhong will not come back until later, and Chi Yonghao is still doing his own thing, and the communication between him and others has decreased.

The main reason is that this guy is often not in the dormitory.

No one said anything, personal preference and freedom, at least he did not affect other people in the dormitory.

That's good.

Chen Pingan groaned from time to time in his sleep. After a day, he was sore all over. Even if Ah Qi gave him a massage, he still had no energy.

In his dream, he dreamed that he was being pressed by someone, and was held by the joints with various tricks and thrown to the ground, and repeatedly ravaged.

But he couldn't see the man's face clearly.

Sometimes he looked like Ah Qi, sometimes he looked like roast chicken.

He was sweating all over and was tortured miserably.

The next day, he still got up at five o'clock, quietly got dressed, opened the balcony door, looked at the dark sky outside, and exhaled a breath of white air.

He spread his legs, squatted slowly, clasped his hands together, put his tongue against the upper palate, and started a day of exercise.