Energy Cultivation Manual

Qin Baobao's beautiful face was gloomy. When she walked up to Qin Ze, she pouted, looking like she was about to cry.

Qin Ze rolled his eyes, "Stop pretending, you passed the interview, right?"

Qin Baobao's face immediately changed, "How did you know?"

"We've known each other since we wore open-crotch pants. I know you better than the worms in your stomach," Qin Ze said disdainfully.

In the meeting room, Director Zhang finished discussing with everyone and said loudly, "This Qin Baobao is very good. The company needs this kind of talent. I propose to give her this Grade D contract. What do you all think?"

Several interviewers all said they had no objections.

"Wait!" Mei Changhong said loudly.

Director Zhang frowned, "Manager Mei, what is it?"

Mei Changhong didn't answer, just lowered her head and fiddled with her phone, her fingers flying.

She couldn't find the song title. The song title might be fake. She had to search for the lyrics.

Nothing?

Impossible!

Mei Changhong had no choice but to say, "I feel like the song from just now is a little familiar. Maybe it's a cover of another song. How could someone who hasn't studied music write songs and compose music? Aren't you curious?"

"There are always geniuses who are particularly talented in certain areas. Not having studied music doesn't mean they can't write good songs," Director Zhang said, "Familiar? Is it familiar to you? I haven't heard the melody of that song before."

The others shook their heads, indicating they hadn't heard it.

Mei Changhong was unwilling, but at this time, Director Zhang waved his hand and said lightly, "It is the duty of our human resources department to discover talents for the company. If she was just a pretty face, I would just do a favor and give you the contract. But she is obviously very promising, which is obvious to everyone. In the workplace, the capable rise and the incompetent fall. Let's put your niece's matter aside for now."

In the corridor, Qin Ze received a notification:

"Congratulations to the host for completing the task, reward of 300 points!"

Success!

He was overjoyed. Just as he was about to speak, the door of the meeting room opened, and the assistant came out, "Qin Baobao, come in for a moment!"

The following things were as Qin Ze expected. Qin Baobao successfully signed the contract, and then went through the entry procedures, running around with the female assistant to go through the process. Qin Ze sent her a message, saying that he was going downstairs for some fresh air.

Qin Ze had heard online before that entertainment company contracts had many tricks, filled with various hegemonic clauses, but he was not worried at all. Qin Baobao was, after all, a graduate of a higher institution, and her IQ was only higher than his. She had also trained in a foreign company for a year, and she knew some of the ways of the workplace.

He walked out of Xingyi Building and smoked a cigarette on the street with heavy traffic. Only then did he feel alive, and the fatigue in his body slightly improved. His legs were shaking when he entered the elevator.

Qin Ze opened the system interface, and the points mall icon was indeed lit up. He clicked in casually.

The interface changed, and there were a dazzling array of categories: Entertainment, Art, Life, Machinery, Finance, Language, Industry, Literature, Computer, Fighting, Sports...

"What are these things?" Qin Ze was dumbfounded, feeling like he had clicked into some kind of life APP.

"The host can exchange points for any item inside,"

the system said,

"Please check the details yourself."

Qin Ze clicked into the entertainment category, which was further divided into many types: Film and Television, Music, Variety Shows, Crosstalk... colorful.

He then clicked into "Music", the interface changed, and many song lists popped up, Mandarin, Cantonese, English, Russian, etc. Each song was dimmed, and the points were at the end. He found the song called "Invisible Wings", exchange points: 30 points!

Qin Ze's mind suddenly echoed the sentence the system said:

"I can change your life, change your destiny..."

After today, the trajectory of his life will change, and his future will be completely changed.

No, it's more than just his life.

Qin Ze suddenly felt a surge of pride; I am a man who will change the world.

Half an hour later, Qin Baobao came out of the building, her face beaming with joy.

Qin Ze waved at her. As she approached, she put on a stern face: "What kind of monster are you? Reveal your true form to this fairy."

As she spoke, she reached out to pinch Qin Ze's neck.

Qin Ze pressed her smooth forehead and pushed her away: "You call yourself a fairy? You're more like an old nun."

"Quick, tell me, where did that song come from? When did you learn to write songs? How come I don't know?" Qin Baobao puffed out her cheeks.

"There's a lot you don't know," Qin Ze grinned. "Do I have to tell you everything? Do I have to report to you when I'm dating? You're my sister, not my mother."

Qin Baobao suddenly became alert: "You're dating? What kind of vixen dares to seduce my brother?"

"I can't be bothered to talk to you." Qin Ze took out a cigarette from his pocket, stuck it in his mouth, and walked towards the parking space.

Qin Baobao, wearing high heels and carrying her bag, trotted after him.

Inside the Little Red Horse, Qin Baobao started the car, her face radiant with smiles: "Today, your sister is happy, I'll take you out for a feast."

But Qin Ze was uninterested. "Let's order takeout. I don't feel like going out to eat. I want to go home and rest."

My legs are still weak.

"How boring!" Qin Baobao wrinkled her nose, her eyes darting around, and lowered her head shyly: "Good brother, you've done a great job today. Your sister will reward you at home with that..."

Qin Ze's body shook: "You said it, no take-backs!"

Qin Baobao nodded coyly: "Mmm!"

The Little Red Horse drove out of the parking space, speeding away.

It was 11 a.m., and the traffic wasn't as dense as during the morning rush hour. After forty minutes, the siblings returned home.

Qin Ze took Qin Baobao's hand and rushed into the elevator, pressing the button vigorously. The elevator slowly ascended and stopped on the sixth floor.

Qin Ze took out the key to open the door. With the key in the lock, he took a deep breath and looked at his charming and moving sister, "Sis, we're home."

Qin Baobao lowered her head: "Mmm!"

"I'm so excited, so nervous, I feel like my heart is about to jump out," Qin Ze said.

"You're such a flirt!" Qin Baobao gave her a charming glare.

"Last time we... it seems like it was half a month ago." Qin Ze said excitedly, "I've been holding back for half a month, and you finally agreed today."

"Hurry up and open the door," Qin Baobao urged.

Qin Ze turned the key and pushed the door open.

A few minutes later, powerful music resounded in the room, along with Qin Ze's shouts: "Sis, heal me, heal me!"

"Hey, pay attention! Their Thresh hooked me, and you're still going to ward in the river..."

"Why are you playing support? Play AD with me, let's kill him..."

"Finished, finished, the opponents got a double kill, our bottom lane is doomed."

Qin Baobao: "Shut up, I know how to play."

"Why are you jumping around? Come to my side, and I'll heal you."

"Ouch, I got caught in a trap, help!"

"Why are you using your ultimate in the bush? See, the AD escaped with Flash."

"Useless, I'm dead. I'm not playing with you next time. I just got to Silver, boo hoo..."

At 3:30 p.m., after a five-game losing streak, the siblings tacitly threw down their mice. Qin Ze stood by the table, and Qin Baobao stood on the bed, blaming and complaining to each other. Qin Baobao's trash-talking skills weren't as good as her younger brother's, so she grabbed a pillow and hit him on the head. Qin Ze retaliated angrily, grabbing another pillow and hitting back.

The pillow fight ended with Qin Baobao's unexpected victory. She chased Qin Ze all the way, beating him, from the room to the living room, then from the living room to the kitchen, until Qin Ze escaped back to his room and locked the door.

Qin Ze threw himself on the bed, panting heavily, feeling weak and exhausted. His energy had just been drained by the system this morning, otherwise, he would be riding on Qin Baobao, showing off his power, and his sister would be crying and begging for mercy.

A wave of sleepiness hit him, and he fell asleep. At seven o'clock in the evening, Qin Baobao came to knock on the door, calling him to get up for dinner.

They had takeout for dinner because Qin Baobao couldn't cook. After dinner, he went back to his room to sleep.

He woke up at four in the morning. He tossed and turned, unable to sleep, feeling unusually energetic.

"System, I can't sleep."

"Host, I don't have a sleep aid function."

"No, no, no, I want to learn that Energy Cultivation Manual. I was screwed over by you today. I don't want to try that again."

"Immediately creating an exercise plan for the host, please wait!"

A few seconds later, the system interface popped up in front of Qin Ze, showing his cultivation schedule.

"One: Get up at six o'clock every day and exercise by running for an hour.

Two: Practice the Twelve-Section Brocade!"

"I've only heard of the Taoist Eight-Section Brocade," Qin Ze said.

"The Twelve-Section Brocade is a Qi training method summarized by the system. If you don't like the name, you can call it Tai Chi."

"Okay, the name doesn't matter, but what if I don't know how to do it!"

"Please host pay 100 points, the system will automatically instill it into your brain."

So expensive!

Qin Ze complained in his heart, then chose to pay.

His mind shook with a bang, as if something had forced its way in. Then he lost consciousness. After an unknown amount of time, his thoughts gradually returned. Qin Ze opened his eyes and felt that he had inexplicably learned the Twelve-Section Brocade.

"Damn, is this the enlightenment technique?" Qin Ze was shocked: "What's the principle behind this?"

"Humans record and store information through the brain..." The system babbled on.

"I don't understand, but it sounds impressive." Qin Ze still didn't understand, but he didn't dwell on it. He put on his clothes and tiptoed out of the room. The living room was dark, and Qin Baobao's door was closed. He put the key in his pocket, and after going out, he took out the key and locked the door.

It was 4:30 a.m., and the neighborhood was quiet. The streetlights stood alone, and the security guard in the lobby was dozing on the table.

He zipped up his windbreaker, lowered his head, and ran out of the residential building.

Leaving the residential complex and turning left, two kilometers away was a park. The area where Qin Ze lived used to have many old houses and an elementary school. When he was a child, the park was very lively. In the mornings and evenings, old people would exercise and stroll in the park, and elementary school students would also come to the park to play after school. Now the park is occupied by square dancing aunties, once in the morning and once in the evening, twisting their plump bodies to the rhythm of the music, like blooming fat peonies.