Mother Xu looked at the extremely beautiful female classmate in front of him. His worries about his son were reduced a lot, and his face was filled with smiles.
"No, Auntie, Xu Ziming is very powerful in the secret realm. He saved us all."
"How can that brat of mine be so powerful? He still wets the bed at the age of three!"
Mother Xu and Shen Xingyue had a very lively chat, talking about everything except sharing a photo of Xu Ziming wearing crotchless pants when he was a child.
Teacher Ma simply came over not long after leaving, so Shen Xingyue was not allowed to get the confidential information.
But just being three years old and still wetting the bed is enough to make Xu Ziming feel better in the future.
"I've seen that Xu Ziming's injuries are not serious. Most of them are exhausted and they just need to rest for a while." Ma Mingyu just came out of the secret realm, still with blood and murderous intent.
After suppressing it for a long time in front of Mother Xu, he spoke in a quite friendly tone.
And Shen Xingyue saw that she couldn't talk to him and sneaked away, "Oh, I still wet the bed at the age of three..."
The top 32 competition did not take place after all. After this big incident, the attitude of Pengcheng towards the True Martial Sect has completely entered a state of zero tolerance.
Both the police station and other departments have begun large-scale sweeps to find True Martial Sect Disciple hidden in the city.
The most tiring person is Officer Sun. He has to face countless cases every day when he opens his eyes. Maybe Xu Ziming will have to call Director Sun when he meets Xu Ziming next time.
Fortunately, his injury was not serious and he woke up in just two days. However, he still did not take the complete Second Mock Exam exam.
In the Pengcheng City Center, the city hospital next to Xu Ziming's new home, Xu Ziming finally woke up after sleeping for two days.
"A familiar scene..."
He looked at the ceiling, and the scene after defeating Flame Spirit Clan a few days ago suddenly appeared in his mind, which was almost the same as First Mock Exam now.
But before I had time to think about it, I felt an unbearable cramping pain in my stomach.
The feeling of hunger surrounded him, forcing him to turn his head to look for food.
Next to him, Xu Zhiyao was immersed in his homework with wide eyes.
"Sister, I'm hungry." His voice was not loud, but it was just enough to reach Xu Zhiyao's ears.
Hearing his brother's voice, Xu Zhiyao immediately put down the pen in his hand and picked up Xu Ziming excitedly.
"Brother, you finally woke up! You scared me to death!" Her strength was so great that Xu Ziming, which was still wrapped in gauze, made a hissing sound.
But he still patted his sister's back gently and said nothing.
"Oh yes, I'll wait for the water for you. Mom just went down to buy food and will be back in a while." Xu Zhiyao quickly adjusted and picked up the kettle and poured water into the cup.
Xu Ziming didn't speak. Logically speaking, Teacher Ma or Shen Xingyue should have said that there was nothing wrong with them, but Xu Zhiyao still cried when he woke up.
Something must have happened at home while I was sleeping, and it was definitely not a good thing.
"Here you go." Xu Zhiyao's face is like a small bitter gourd, and all the natural dimples have been lost.
Xu Ziming took the cup and drank the water quietly, feeling the warm water flowing through the esophagus and into the stomach. Only then did Xu Ziming feel that the body finally belonged to him.
But right now, he wanted to know what happened while he was sleeping.
It can't be a matter of money. There are still millions in his account. These mothers all know... then what else could it be?
At this moment, there was a clicking sound at the door of the ward, obviously someone was coming.
Xu Ziming, who has sensitive hearing, instantly recognized that it was his mother who had arrived, and simply sat up from the hospital bed.
"A-Ming, you're awake!" Mother Xu's tone revealed excitement when he saw Xu Ziming open his eyes, but under the excitement, there was a little dodge in his eyes.
"Mom, you and your sister are both. What happened at home?"
Mother Xu and Xu Zhiyao were both stunned. Apparently they didn't expect Xu Ziming to discover the accident in their home so quickly, and for a while they didn't know how to respond.
Finally, Mother Xu broke the calm and spoke first.
"Shortly after you fell into coma, your father received a call from the front line. However, it was not him who made the call, but a leader from the front line..."
After saying this, Mother Xu's expression was no longer calm, and the corners of his eyes became slightly red.
Xu Zhiyao watched her mother become silent and then spoke.
"The leaders on the front line said that my father is missing and has not been found yet."
Hearing the news, Xu Ziming felt his head tighten, he felt dizzy, and his chest was so swollen and painful with a feeling of depression.
My father took the initiative to apply to join the front line after he was in his third year of high school. On the one hand, he wanted to make more money, and on the other hand, children of front-line soldiers could get 10 points added to their College Entrance Exam scores.
The strong medical smell in the ward amplified in his nasal cavity, and the drops made a ticking sound.
Mother Xu didn't speak, just silent.
Tears began to flow from the corners of Xu Zhiyao's eyes again.
But Xu Ziming knows: he must not cry.
The more it reaches this juncture, the less able it is to give up. Every year, news of disappearances comes from the front line.
In fact, he either disappeared or died.
If there is no news for a year after the disappearance, news of death in battle will appear in the military system, and the pension will be credited to the account of the deceased's family.
Over the past few decades, less than 1 percent of missing persons have been found.
"It'll be okay. My teacher once worked on the front line. I can ask him to help me ask." Xu Ziming patted Xu Zhiyao on the back.
"Really? Brother." Xu Zhiyao's eyes suddenly lit up. Children are like this, their moods change quickly and they don't care what it takes to ask others about the situation.
"Don't worry, it's absolutely fine. Let's eat now." Xu Ziming took off all the intravenous drips on his hands. As Martial Artist, he could feel that there was nothing wrong with his body.
He looked back at the intravenous drip and found that it was glucose, so he pulled it off without caring.
At this time, Mother Xu had already set up the bed board that came with the hospital bed. Xu Ziming was sitting on the bed, while Xu Zhiyao and himself were standing on both sides of the bed.
"Son, eat more, you must be very tired after such a long time..."
Mother Xu's words were very gentle. As an adult, she could better understand the difficulty of her son, but she never said it.
Not all parents think it is natural for their children to go to college, at least not for Mother Xu.
But Xu Ziming had her own way, and she naturally didn't want to hold anything back. It was just that a sudden change occurred at home, her husband was missing, and her son was in a coma.
This makes it seem a little fragile.
In this era, death is a normal thing. Everyone wants to fight, ordinary people want to fight, Martial Artist wants to fight, and high-ranking big shots also want to fight.
Anyone who dares to stop will be swallowed up by this era.
"I will definitely kill all the alien races and open up a peaceful future for the human race!"