Qin Ze and University

Two kilometers, running and stopping, exhausted Qin Ze. Although he didn't usually like exercise, jogging two kilometers wasn't usually difficult. It was clear that the system had truly drained his body during the day.

The park was silent, with lush lawns, neatly trimmed shrubs, carefully cultivated flowers, and silent, towering trees. Streetlights cast an orange glow.

Qin Ze sat on a park bench, panting, sweat dripping down his cheeks. His lungs felt like old bellows: "Huff, huff, huff..."

After resting for a few minutes, he got up and jogged slowly through the park. Occasionally, vehicles sped past on the road. Exercise had never been Qin Ze's forte. He had a weak stomach since childhood, and vigorous exercise always made him vomit. So, apart from physical education classes, he basically didn't exercise. When he was in school, he watched the boys dashing around on the basketball court, with girls cheering them on from the sidelines. He was actually very envious, but with his body and skills, he wasn't qualified to show his face on the basketball court. If he went on, he could only be a background character or an extra. So he could only sit far away on the lawn, chewing on a blade of grass, looking up at the sky at a forty-five-degree angle, pretending that he didn't like basketball and didn't care about the girls' cheers.

He jogged for ten minutes, then walked for five minutes, persisting like this for an hour. He had thrown his windbreaker on the park bench, and his T-shirt was soaked with sweat.

"System, system... I think I need some help." Qin Ze collapsed on the lawn, retching repeatedly.

"Sorry, host, the system does not have medical functions, but you can exchange for traditional Chinese medicine or Western medicine skills from the system."

"You can exchange for medical skills?"

"Yes!"

"Forget it, I don't have a medical license, I'll be arrested by the police."

"Host, you're such a blockhead. You've read so many novels, haven't you learned anything?"

"You mean, I'll run into an old grandpa with a sudden illness in the park, or a little loli hit by a car on the street, or... Please, you know it's a novel. If you were the patient, would you let an amateur treat you? What if they kill you? It doesn't make any sense."

"According to the data, many old traditional Chinese medicine practitioners and unlicensed doctors don't have medical licenses. This kind of thing depends on the host's own efforts."

"I want to save my points for your next mission." Qin Ze argued with the system while recuperating.

At five thirty, the sky was blue-gray, the night fading, and dawn was approaching.

Qin Ze finally recovered, stood firm on the lawn in the park, took a light breath, and adopted a stance. He held his hands in front of his Dantian, pressing his left hand down and raising his right hand up. After the distance between his hands reached its maximum, he slowly closed them again, then, with the Dantian as the center, his arms drew a large circle, while his knees were slightly bent.

His breathing became fast and slow, matching his body movements, inhaling and exhaling.

Qin Ze closed his eyes, emptied his mind, and didn't think about anything, instinctively performing the Twelve-Section Brocade repeatedly. He didn't know how long had passed, but a warm current rose from his Dantian, flowing to his limbs, making him feel comfortable all over. He was immersed in this state until a passionate and stirring music sounded, like an axe splitting chaos, striking into Qin Ze's mind. He woke up from the wonderful state, the sky was already bright, and there were more vehicles outside the park. On the small square not far away, a group of middle-aged women in exercise clothes were stepping lightly from side to side... The leading woman was holding a flirtatious fan in her hand.

The most popular dynamic folk songs were playing on the tape recorder next to them.

Qin Ze took out his phone and looked at it. It was already seven thirty. He had been practicing for two hours without realizing it.

He picked up his windbreaker from the lawn, slung it over his shoulder, and jogged towards the residential area.

When he passed the breakfast shop, he bought two bowls of soy milk, two steamers of small steamed buns, and four fried dough sticks.

He took out his key to open the door. Qin Baobao's room was open, and the sound of rushing water came from the bathroom. His sister must be taking a shower. Qin Ze put the breakfast on the table. His stomach was growling with hunger. Fortunately, his toothbrush and towel were in his room, otherwise he would starve to death waiting for Qin Baobao to finish showering.

While eating breakfast, Qin Ze browsed the points store. The storage inside was massive, covering all walks of life and various skills. This was simply a treasure mountain. Qin Ze felt that he needed to familiarize himself with the things inside as soon as possible, otherwise he would be at a loss when he encountered a mission.

At this moment, Qin Baobao came out of the bathroom, wearing a bathrobe, with bangs stickers on her forehead, and her face was fair and rosy.

Qin Ze thought that his sister would be more beautiful with a bun and exposed bangs, but Qin Baobao's aesthetic sense felt that her straight bangs were more beautiful.

Qin Baobao pulled out a chair, and before she sat down, she reached out and pinched a bun and stuffed it into her mouth. With bulging cheeks, she said, "Where did you go this morning?"

"Went for a run." Qin Ze calmly closed the system interface.

"You, running?"

When Qin Baobao heard this, she covered her mouth with one hand, her expression exaggerated, expressing her disdain with a "hehehe" laugh.

"Don't laugh, in half a year at most, I'll be a remarkable man with eight-pack abs," Qin Ze grunted.

"Don't even mention half a year, if you can stick to it for a week, I'll take care of the cooking next month," Qin Baobao said, curling her lip.

"Then I'll admit defeat right now," Qin Ze retorted immediately.

Qin Baobao had lived for twenty-five years and still didn't know whether to put oil or vegetables in the pan first when stir-frying, or whether to put rice or water in first when cooking rice.

The embarrassed and angry sister hit Qin Ze.

After Qin Ze finished his breakfast, he suddenly remembered something, "Oh right, give me some more money."

Qin Baobao frowned, her phoenix eyes, which were enough to make ninety percent of women ashamed, narrowed: "Didn't I give you five hundred for living expenses last week? Did you really find a girlfriend?"

"Don't look at me like that, I bought the cake for your birthday. Damn it, it cost me three hundred RMB. Your girlfriends are just spendthrifts, they didn't eat a bite and used it all to smear their faces."

Qin Baobao seemed relieved, and she ran back to her room in slippers, came out with her handbag, took out five hundred RMB and put it on the table: "Save some money, I just quit my job, and the new job only has a basic salary of three thousand, we'll have to tighten our belts in the future, and we can't ask Mom and Dad for money, otherwise the old man will nag again."

"Didn't you sign a contract to become a star? Do stars only get three thousand salary?" Qin Ze had a "don't fool me, I haven't read much" expression on his face.

Qin Baobao rolled her eyes: "I haven't debuted yet, there are so many artists signed by entertainment companies every year, and only a few can make a name for themselves, most of them are mediocre. And stars don't care about basic salary. I still have a three-month training period, and I can only debut after the training is over. During this time, I only have a meager income from a little basic salary."

Qin Ze immediately felt that time waits for no one and he had to seize the opportunity to make money.

Although his family is local and has two houses, these are real estate, and the real savings are actually not much. In the words of the locals in Hu City: The rich are not our locals, the rich are all outsiders...

After Qin Ze moved in with his sister, his family cut off his living expenses, and all his expenses were borne by Qin Baobao, three sets of clothes per season, as well as mobile phones and laptops, all bought for him by Qin Baobao.

He was thinking about making money, but he definitely wouldn't say it out loud. Qin Ze kicked Qin Baobao's calf: "Then why are you sitting there like an idiot? Hurry up and go to training, don't come back to see me if you don't make something of yourself."

Qin Baobao was furious and retaliated under the table, giving him a Foshan Shadowless Kick.

At 8:30 in the morning, Qin Baobao hurried off to work.

Qin Ze went to the bathroom to take a shower, neatly took off his T-shirt and pants, and was about to throw them into the bamboo basket when he suddenly saw a pile of clothes lying in the bamboo basket, the top one being the black lace underwear that Qin Baobao wore yesterday. Qin Ze's first thought was: "I heard that there are beautiful women selling original underwear online, I wonder how much Qin Baobao's can sell for?"

At 10:00 a.m., Qin Ze carried the Hermes bag that his sister bought for him, walked out of the residential area, and took the subway to the University Town.

Many famous universities are rooted in this University Town, Fudan, Tongji, Polytechnic, Finance University is slightly inferior to these famous universities, to be honest, it's actually not bad. But with his sister's brilliance, Qin Ze's poor grades were really embarrassing.

Back then, his father wanted to train his only son to become a top student at Fudan, but unfortunately, the only seedling was disappointing, so he retreated and tried to get into Tongji Polytechnic or something. But in the end, Qin Ze studied at Finance University. His father was disappointed, but he couldn't say anything, because Qin Ze said indignantly: Dragons beget dragons, phoenixes beget phoenixes, mice beget sons to dig holes.

His father is a professor at Finance University!

Red walls, red roofs, and a grand school gate, Qin Ze walked into the familiar campus with his shoulder bag.

Wide two-way lanes, with green trees on both sides, and girls dressed in cool clothes walked on the sidewalk with books in their hands, either in groups of two or three, or alone. From time to time, vehicles drove into the campus, moving slowly at low speed.

Qin Ze was wearing a hooded sweatshirt today, and he was carrying a shoulder bag, which made him look a bit like a high school student. He actually didn't like carrying a shoulder bag, but he had to carry it, after all, he wasn't a boarding student, and there were a lot of textbooks, so he had to carry it. Besides, this bag was bought for him by Qin Baobao, and it cost her her year-end bonus.

There is a public lecture on international finance at noon today, and two professional courses in the afternoon. Originally, he could have taken a nap at home and come to school for class after lunch. However, the professor in charge of this course is known for being petty, and he will have a test from time to time, and the test results are directly linked to the final grade. Many students have been tricked by him, so few people skip his class. The students' evaluation of this professor is consistent: a mild radish has a spicy heart!

This professor's surname is Qin, yes, it's Qin Ze's father.