Girl, there's something wrong with you

The next day.

The third day.

The fourth day.

At this age, Li Qingwan's life is quite dull and boring. Every day he keeps taking high-temperature peeling medicinal baths and then being beaten until his body can no longer bear it.

Her father was also a cruel man. He would hit himself with as many sticks as he would hit Li Qingwan every day. So the physical revitalization of the Longxi Li family is just for you, father and daughter, to play with self-abuse?

Cheng Jinyang was speechless.

The father and daughter also go to the family genealogy identification center once a month.

However, the results remained the same every time: the fifth grade was barely guaranteed, and there was no possibility of breaking through to the fourth grade.

Afterwards, the staff at the appraisal center became a little annoyed. One day while printing the results report, Li Qingwan's father was called aside alone.

"Have you seen this person?" The staff member called up the record on the tablet.

"Yes." Li Qingwan's father nodded.

"Li Jing'ai, the daughter of the clan leader, has a guaranteed fourth-level bloodline and a sprinting third-level bloodline." The staff member said with a smile, "How did such an outstanding bloodline talent come about? It's innate! Her father is the clan leader of our Longxi Li clan. , with a third-grade talent, can my own daughter be inferior?"

"Li Fenghe, don't you know what your talent level is? The minimum level is six, and the sprint is five. Your daughter can now guarantee five, why are you dissatisfied? You have to compete with the daughter of the head of another family?"

Li Qingwan's father's face turned pale, and he said after a long while:

"But her mother..."

"Your wife was indeed guaranteed to be at the fifth level back then, and it was true that she could reach the fourth level, but wasn't it brought down by your bloodline?" The staff member impatiently threw the report into his arms, "Besides, Didn’t your wife reach fifth level before she passed away?"

Li Qingwan's father stood stunned on the spot, as if he had lost the ability to speak.

Until his daughter's voice awakened him from his grief again. He lowered his head numbly and saw Li Qingwan begging with tears streaming down his face:

"Dad, let's go back."

She doesn't want to stay here anymore.

The father let out a long sigh, but instead of nodding and saying "Let's go home" as he had done countless times before, with an expression that was almost lifeless, he tried hard to squeeze out a smile that was uglier than crying, and said in a trembling voice:

"Qingwan, dad has thought about it and thinks you are still..."

"Dad!" Li Qingwan took a few steps back blankly, with a pale, almost desperate look.

Then she ran away without looking back, no matter how her father called her name, she never looked back.

Cheng Jinyang, who was in ghost form, followed her and ran hysterically all the way, finally stopping at the door of a nearby fighting gym.

Within the Li clan in Longxi, there are many fighting gyms specially opened for the clan members that can be used free of charge. This fighting gym is famous for practicing hard qigong, such as the Golden Bell Cover, Iron Cloth Shirt, etc.

With tears on her face, Xiao Qingwan went to the unoccupied counter to get the key and opened a "Bronze Room".

The so-called "bronze man" is not the kind of gold-dusted monk in the wooden man alley of Shaolin Temple, or a puppet pulled by a sophisticated mechanism, but a serious fighting synthetic man who can be customized according to the requirements of the practitioner. to set up the offensive program.

Of course, practitioners will basically wear protective gear. Although the Longxi Li family's superpower can prevent them from being hurt, the pain cannot be eliminated after all. Everyone is in the fighting gym to practice hard qigong more efficiently, not to be tortured.

However, Cheng Jinyang discovered that Xiao Qingwan was not wearing protective gear - although the protective gear was piled in the corner of the room, she still turned a blind eye and launched an attack on the fighting synthesizer.

Then he was knocked to the ground hard.

It wasn't because the fighting synth was too fast, but because she didn't fight back at all. She simply rushed over and withstood the blow, and then was knocked down.

The fighting synthesizer stopped, and the program judged that the opponent had lost the ability to fight. But soon, the young Li Qingwan climbed up tremblingly again and wiped the dust from the corners of his bruised mouth.

"Come again," she said.

Another heavy blow, and Li Qingwan took half a step back. This time, he was not knocked down immediately, but his body was slightly shaken.

"Come again." She spit out a mouthful of bloody spit on the ground and gritted her teeth.

The third time, the fourth time... the hundredth time, the one hundred and first time, Cheng Jinyang was so shocked that he was secretly glad that he was in ghost form and not possessed by Teacher Li, otherwise The pain really drives me crazy.

Recalling the first time she entered Miss Wang's dream, Wang Wanrou was holding on to a severe headache and stamped her thoughts over and over again. In a sense, Teacher Li and Miss Wang are the same kind of people...both are ruthless people.

However, upon closer inspection, there are differences between the two.

When Wang Wanrou endured the headache, her belief was extremely firm. Because she is narcissistic and believes that "there is only one way to go" and firmly believes that "she will be able to go to the end."

However, Li Qingwan was different. Her mental state was confused and collapsed. The reason why she chose to torture herself continuously was not because she really believed that "this road could work", but because there was no other way to go.

Thinking of this, Cheng Jinyang felt the same sadness.

After all, he also came from a poor family. Before he met Ah Zhi and obtained his golden finger, he and Li Qingwan seemed to be stuck in a quagmire, watching themselves sinking... and there was boundless darkness in all directions.

In front of me, there is no road.

"Why!" A desperate cry interrupted his thoughts.

Cheng Jinyang stood there and realized that he had returned to his physical state. Li Qingwan, who was of normal age, was looking at herself, with surging tears flowing down her cheeks, with almost uncontrollable sadness.

"Jinyang, tell me..." She muttered as if possessed, and hurried towards him, "Why are some people born superior, with excellent talents that require no effort?"

"Why have I suffered so much, yet God has not given me even a meager reward?"

"Qingwan, calm down." Cheng Jinyang stepped back until his back hit the wall of the fighting gym, but Li Qingwan didn't stop, just grabbed his collar, suppressed his body, and led a certain In a miserable, angry, even pleading tone, he tremblingly asked:

"Tell me, was I born... destined to be a waste? No matter how much pain I endure, I can't break through the shackles imposed on me by fate?"

"Ahem, not really." Cheng Jinyang said ambiguously, "Actually, maybe there are other ways to increase blood concentration?"

"Yes, yes..." Li Qingwan's face became even worse, and his eyes seemed to have lost their highlights, becoming cloudy and dim. He murmured, "There must be a way. Yes, I must not have worked hard enough. ...I have not endured enough pain, I have to continue..."

"I will continue..."

In her dazed and repetitive voice, the entire dream world was rapidly collapsing.