Play Only With Me, Follow Father to War!

Yu Qingmeng took Chen Yan's hand and walked straight to her seat.

She then pointed to the empty chair on her right and said in an unquestionable tone, "Brother Xiaoyan, you sit here!"

Chen Yan sat down, following the flow of things, secretly relieved that he at least didn't have to deal with being surrounded by more strange children.

Once class began, although the children were full of curiosity about this good-looking new classmate who spoke so strangely, they only dared to steal glances at him from the corners of their eyes while Teacher Li was present.

Chen Yan was happy to enjoy the peace and quiet, pretending to listen intently as the teacher taught a simple number song.

It wasn't until free time arrived again that the children, who had been unable to contain themselves any longer, swarmed over in a rush, asking questions all at once.

A little girl with a butterfly bow asked timidly, "C-can I call you Xiaoyan?"

Huzi scratched his head and asked the question that had been puzzling all the boys: "Why does Xiaomeng call you 'brother'? You're clearly younger than her!"

Another lively girl went straight for an invitation: "Xiaoyan, let's play house together! You be the dad, and I'll be..."

"Stop, stop, stop, stop, stop!"

Before she could finish, Yu Qingmeng acted like a kitten that had had its tail stepped on, instantly spreading her arms to block Chen Yan.

Her little face was set, wearing an expression that screamed, "This is mine!"

"No way! Xiaoyan only plays house with me! He's not playing with you guys!"

After saying this, she immediately turned around, looked up at Chen Yan, and changed her expression in an instant. Her big eyes blinked as she offered a sweet, soft smile that was full of fawning intent.

Her voice was sugary and soft: "Brother Xiaoyan, let's just play by ourselves, okay?"

Chen Yan: "..."

Do I even have a choice?

Zichen, who had finally managed to squeeze in from the edge of the crowd, happened to hear Yu Qingmeng's declaration of "only play with me."

In an instant, Zichen felt as if he had been struck by lightning, freezing in place.

He remembered the look of disdain on Yu Qingmeng's face when he had invited her to play not long ago—that "you guys are too childish" look.

Playing with me is childish...

But with him... it becomes the only option, right!

The second major blow from a woman in his life was so sudden and cruel!

Zichen's young heart suffered another heavy blow.

On the other side, inside a villa in the family quarters.

Du Qionghua was silently stuffing items into a massive military backpack.

From compressed rations to specialized medical supplies, and then to thick changes of clothes, she seemed to want to pack the entire house into it.

Chen Kefa watched his wife's busy back, feeling both touched and helpless, and couldn't help but speak up:

"Honey, is it really necessary to bring all this? I'm going to the front lines, not on vacation..."

At these words, Du Qionghua's hands paused. Her beautiful eyes glared over at him, carrying a hint of reproach and even more worry.

Chen Kefa swallowed the rest of his words, very sensibly raising his hands in a gesture of surrender:

"Alright, alright, you pack it, you pack it—I'll listen to whatever you say."

Seeing him like this, Du Qionghua's expression softened slightly. Suddenly, as if remembering something important, she turned and walked quickly into Chen Yan's nursery.

A moment later, she returned with a neatly folded piece of drawing paper.

"Here, your son knew you were leaving in the next two days, and he specifically told me this morning that I had to make sure you took this with you."

Du Qionghua handed the paper to Chen Kefa, a gentle smile on her face.

"Xiaoyan drew this?"

Chen Kefa took it with some curiosity and carefully unfolded it.

On the paper was a house; though the lines were childish, the structure was clear, radiating the warmth of a home. Inside the house were three people of equal height.

One was a tall, upright figure in a uniform—himself.

One was a gentle, long-haired figure in a dress—Du Qionghua.

And there was a third, with a bright smile, holding the hands of the other two—presumably Chen Yan himself.

It was their family of three.

The features of each person were captured quite accurately, and the image was filled with innocence and love.

Chen Kefa looked at the drawing and froze for a moment, his heart feeling as if it had been gently bumped by something incredibly soft.

Imagining his son drawing with his little hands so earnestly, an indescribable warmth and a stinging sensation surged into his nose, and his eyes couldn't help but grow hot.

A man in his prime, he shed tears.

He took a deep breath, his voice carrying a hint of imperceptible hoarseness, and said with deep emotion:

"Honey... the two most correct things I've ever done in my life: the first was pestering you for your contact information back then, and the second was working hard to get into the Martial University!"

Du Qionghua watched his rare display of sentimentality, feeling both sweet and amused in her heart.

She deliberately put on a stern face to tease him:

"Hmph, I think you still rank Shangwu University first."

"If you hadn't gotten into Shangwu University and were just a street thug, I wouldn't have looked twice at you..."

"That's impossible!" Chen Kefa immediately retorted, "Even if I hadn't made it into Shangwu University, I would have laid bricks to build a future just to find you!"

At the same time, Chen Yan, who was sitting obediently on a small kindergarten chair, sensed the movements of his parents through the avatar he had left inside the painting.

The painting had been delivered...

Hmm, the effect was quite good; it seemed his old man had been moved.

This trick really was effective on sentimental people.

However, the subsequent commotion made Chen Yan's small face collapse, leaving him speechless.

Hey, hey, hey!

In broad daylight...

The luggage wasn't even packed yet, and they still had the heart for a 'farewell souvenir'?

This was far too inappropriate for the occasion!

He hurriedly sealed the five senses of his avatar, Chen Yan, to avoid seeing any more scenes unsuitable for a toddler.

He was truly impressed to the point of prostration by his energetic parents.

Chen Yan pulled his attention back to reality.

Looking at Yu Qingmeng, who was pressed tightly against him as if afraid he might run away, he sighed in resignation.

Suddenly, the house-playing game in front of him didn't seem so unbearable after all.

Finding a spare moment, Chen Yan summoned his system panel.

[Host]: Chen Yan

[Age]: Two and a half years old

[Cultivation]: Amateur Seventh Grade

[Vitality]: 10000/10000

[Spirit]: 10000/10000

[Charm]: 94/100 (Endowed with Spiritual Essence)

[Luck]: 255 (Great Fortune)

[Constitution]: Innate Dao Body (Born close to the Dao, proficient in all laws)

[Skills]:

[Qi Nurturing Foundation Art (Great Success) (9600/10000)]

[Spirit Control (Entry) (0/10000)]

[Efficient Absorption (Great Success) (9600/10000)]

[Deep Sleep (Great Success) (9600/10000)]

[Godly Movement (Great Success) (9600/10000)]

[Image Projection Scroll (Great Success) (9600/10000)]

[Shadow Concealment (Great Success) (9600/10000)]

[Mirror Flower Water Moon (Entry) (0/10000)]

[Arrow Barrage (Great Success) (9600/10000)]

[Eye of Insight (Great Success) (0/10000)]

[Photographic Memory (Great Success) (0/10000)]

[Achievement: Perfect Foundation Establishment (Gold)]

After a year of arduous cultivation, Chen Yan's two mental skills had finally advanced to the third sequence!

It had come without any effort at all!

Therefore, upon learning that his old man was going to the front lines to fight for a chance to break through his cultivation...

Chen Yan decisively made a choice—

His avatar, Chen Yan, would join the army with his father!