Does Li Aoz's Original Body 140 Really Have Such a Harmonious Family?

"Hey, snore!"

Li Aoz raised his hand, and the tabby cat immediately jumped off the fence, meowing twice towards the house with remarkable understanding. Then it ran to Li Aoz's feet and rubbed its cheek against his boots, seemingly curious about the military boots. But it quickly lost interest, ran around Li Aoz twice, and then, with a leap, jumped onto Li Aoz's shoulder.

"Snoring..."

The reason for the cat's name is obvious; its strange purring sound is quite distinctive, making others want to laugh as soon as they hear it. Li Aoz rubbed its chin, and his experience of often petting Mikhail in the [Shop] also applied to the cat at this moment.

"Hey! God above, look who's back!"

Just as they finished playing with the cat, a dry, hoarse male voice rang out. Li Aoz turned his head, and Isaac's parents came out of the room.

Franz, the father, waddled over with his large belly, panting heavily. He stood in front of Li Aoz and glanced at his height. "Wow, you've grown up."

"Hmm, you too, you've gotten quite chubby," Isaac teased. "Look at you, old man, you used to be able to climb trees and raid bird nests. Now you look like you're pregnant."

"Get lost, you brat! The army has spoiled you rotten. You have no respect for your elders!" Franz laughed and scolded, putting his arm around his son's shoulder. "Asimov! Asimov! Come out and see who's here!"

A sturdy young man leaned out from the second-floor balcony. His younger brother, Asimov, saw his older brother return, his eyes lit up, but he teased him:

"Didn't we meet yesterday? Dad, your memory isn't very good. You should lose some weight."

"You two brothers, you really are blood relatives," Franz chuckled, only to immediately receive a slap from Lena next to him.

"What are you saying, you old geezer? As the father, shouldn't you know perfectly well whether he's your biological son or not? Weren't you there watching when Doctor Wei Lai was delivering the baby?"

"Well, what if," Franz grumbled, "Look how handsome I was when I was young. Which of these two young men inherited that from me?"

Li Aoz used his [Eye of Truth] to take a look: his father Franz only had 4 points of [Charm], and he was also troubled by baldness. In addition, with the debuff of obesity, his [Charm] was reduced to a pitiful 2 points.

"Alright, alright, today's a good day." Li Aoz smiled. "I plan to stay home for a while, rest, and then look for a job."

"Hey, aren't you going to university?" Lena's mother, asked in surprise.

"Asimov is fine. He's a great basketball player. If he can make it into the RBA and become a professional star, that would be a great honor for the family." ' Isaac ' waved his hand. "I'm skilled in martial arts and plan to continue my cultivation. My little sister is gone, so we need someone to take over the farm, right? If I improve my cultivation and live longer, I can continue the family line. Wouldn't that be better?"

"Hmm, you little rascal, anyone who didn't know better would think you went to the army to learn sweet talk," Lena said, squinting her eyes. Having children and starting a family were words middle-aged and older women loved to use. Her father hummed in agreement, a grin spreading across his face, seemingly satisfied with the choice.

"Let's go, brother. We'll give you a proper welcome today. The room is all ready. Tomorrow we'll go pay our respects to Susanna."

Asimov patted his older brother on the shoulder, then sensed something was wrong.

As a basketball center, he was bound to make collisions, and being two heads taller than his older brother, when the blow landed on Isaac, the latter didn't budge an inch. All the force seemed to disappear without a trace, like a mud ox sinking into the sea.

"Wow, I heard a lot of soldiers become ' Martial Artist '? Did my brother really turn into Superman?"

That'll be something to brag about then. I'll have to ask my brother for some pointers and see if I can learn a move or two. I'll show off to the power forward on the team. He's always so arrogant. Having Martial Artist as a father is no big deal. My brother is the same.

Asimov was smugly thinking about it, while Li Aoz browsing the forum's friend-making and team-up section.

Every online game needs a social system, but Qiqiao Network did a terrible job of it. They put the friend system in the forum, which made it difficult for Li Aoz to find a player to guide and train him. He had to adopt a collective, hands-off approach.

But it's different for players.

From the moment he got off the bus until now, less than five minutes later, Li Aoz had already found five teams of Red Arrow players through the forum. Only one team was a premade team; they were all random teams of casual players.

[Next, we can look for the Imitation Human... Imitation Human were the first to realize the difference between players and ordinary people. We encountered one on the train before, so we need to be careful now. We should try to find out as much as possible, since the Imitation Human aren't too strong and give a lot of experience.]

The Imitation Human especially like to infiltrate random teams, since random teams are all strangers. They usually don't use voice chat, don't communicate, and when they're doing dungeons or solving puzzles, they're like socially awkward people, stammering for a long time without saying a word or giving any clues.

To a Imitation Human team almost guarantees a total wipeout. Each successful replacement of one member summons another, resulting in an incredibly rapid and disgusting proliferation rate.

After Li Aoz's review, none of the random teams had any Imitation Human mixed in. He wasn't in a hurry. Even if he couldn't find Imitation Human, it would be good to fight monsters with the team and make connections.

The three-person team that played together was quite interesting; although there were three players, two of them were NPC companions.

The other party did not disclose the NPC's appearance or name, and Li Aoz could not see the NPC's information. After thinking for a moment, he felt that he had better not miss it.

Those two NPCs could also be Imitation Human.

There weren't many players in this Red Arrow group. After filtering them all out, the suspicious teams were gone, leaving only a few people.

He sent his information to several teams, but no one from the pre-registered teams replied. A few random teams sent him messages sporadically, glancing at his stats. "Only level 5 [Martial Artist]? Never mind then."

Hey, you're looking down on newbies, aren't you?

Li Aoz didn't bother to argue, and continued to enjoy his dinner while waiting for news.

The people in the racing team aren't online; I don't know what happened in real life that caused the delay, since the game and real-world times are different.

Li Aoz stayed on the farm for a full ten days.

After paying respects at my sister's grave and studying diligently, I switched back to my original self and handed in my homework.

Cultivating oneself, studying, driving a tractor, farming, digging potatoes.

Life was fulfilling, and just as Li Aoz feeling gratified and almost mastering the side job of a farmer, these people sent him a message.

"Okay, come on."

An address coordinate is attached.

That attitude... is incredibly arrogant.