My Virtual Kingdom of God

It was just dawn.

In Linghai City, in a cramped rental house, a figure suddenly sat up from the single bed.

Beads of sweat flowed down Zheng Dong's cheeks, and he was panting heavily, as if he had just done a 100-meter sprint, but in fact, he had just woken up.

As the focus of the pupils recovered, Zheng Dong gradually came back to his senses, "Mobile phone!"

With a secret cry, he quickly turned on the lamp on the bedside table, and walked straight to the desk a step away.

The desk is relatively clean, except for a weirdly shaped leather book covered with cracks, there is only a mobile phone placed against the wall, and the camera of the mobile phone is facing Zheng Dong's single bed.

Zheng Dong hurriedly picked up the phone.

Uh, shut down!

Zheng Dong pressed the power button, but there was no response, so he had no choice but to plug in the data cable to charge the phone.

He was too anxious, Zheng Dong took a deep breath, and his eyes gradually recovered. It is normal for the mobile phone to shoot overnight.

Before waiting for two minutes, Zheng Dong turned on the phone with the charger plugged in.

As soon as it was turned on, it showed that the phone's memory was full. Zheng Dong ignored it and opened the video shot last night.

Although Zheng Dong's mobile phone has a night shooting function, the scene he saw was still not very clear without lights, and he could only see the blurred silhouette of a human figure on the single bed.

But Zheng Dong didn't care, he took this photo just to verify one thing, whether he was in this rental house last night, or whether he was on the earth.

As the video played minute by minute, Zheng Dong's heart gradually lifted.

hum!

MMP!

Looking at the caller ID that suddenly jumped on the phone, Zheng Dong was stunned for a moment, then cursed in his heart, just about to hang up, and then chose to connect again.

Without him, the caller displayed the word "old sister".

"Xiao Yu." Zheng Dong tried his best to keep his voice steady, but there was still a hint of vibrato.

"elder brother."

As soon as he was connected, there was a crisp voice from the other end of the phone, and Zheng Dong couldn't help but see his younger sister's delicate appearance in his mind.

"Yeah." Zheng Dong replied gently, "Have you got your college entrance examination results yet?"

Zheng Dong knew that his sister must have called for this matter.

"Hey." Zheng Yu smiled slyly, but did not answer.

Hearing his younger sister's laughter, Zheng Dong felt relieved. He knew that his younger sister must have done well in the exam, and said with a smile, "Okay, don't be fooled."

"578 points."

"578?" Zheng Dong was overjoyed, "It's more than 20 points more than a book, and the test is good."

Hearing Zheng Dong's praise, Zheng Yu fell silent instead, and said for a while, "It's a pity that I'm still a little short of the heavy book."

"It doesn't matter, choosing a good major for a book may not be inferior to a poor major." Zheng Dong comforted, "I will help you to refer to it when the time comes."

"Well," Zheng Yu nodded, "By the way, brother, I found a job during the summer vacation."

"What job?" Hearing this, Zheng Dong frowned instinctively.

"It's just a waiter. Anyway, if you are idle, you are idle. You can also subsidize some tuition and living expenses."

In the end, my sister's voice became smaller and smaller.

Zheng Dong felt sour after hearing this.

"Brother, in fact, I am mainly afraid that the summer vacation will be too boring to be alone..."

"Okay, pay attention to your own safety." Zheng Dong agreed before his sister finished speaking.

The younger sister did the right thing. Given their family conditions, he was not allowed to pamper her, let alone her younger sister had grown up.

"Oh, I see!"

With the elder brother's approval, the younger sister's excited voice became high-pitched.

The two chatted for a few more words before hanging up the phone.

Putting down the phone, Zheng Dong didn't think about it anymore, he was eager to figure out the strange things that happened in the past few nights.

Zheng Dong continued to open the video shot last night, and began to watch it.

An hour later, the sky was completely bright, and the sunlight shone through the window on the leather books on the desk, emitting dazzling reflections.

Zheng Dong raised his head, twisted his stiff neck, his face was gloomy and uncertain.

Things are a little different from what I imagined. Could it be that what happened in the past few nights was all a dream? However, this is too real!

Thinking of this, Zheng Dong began to carefully recall the past few days, to be precise, all the things he encountered in the past three days, and wanted to find other abnormalities.

Finally, he fixed his eyes on the weird leather book on the desk.

The cover of the leather book looked like it was tanned from the skin of some kind of animal.

Zheng Dong has little knowledge and doesn't know what kind of animal skin it is made of, or even whether it is made of animal skin.

He picked up the leather book on the desk, stroked it gently with his palm, and then opened it.

What caught my eye was withered and yellow paper, but the strange thing was that the paper was empty. Zheng Dong wanted to keep flipping through it, but he couldn't open it no matter what.

The paper behind it seems to be glued together.

Even though the book looked as thick as half a little finger, Zheng Dong could only open the first page.

What the hell is this?

Three days ago, it just appeared on my desk without any warning.

For the next three days, I had the same strange dream every night.

But Zheng Dong didn't know how the strange dream he had at night had anything to do with this book.

Headache!

After thinking about it for a long time, he found nothing and could only put the matter aside.

He knew that apart from this, there was another important thing to do today, which was to find a job.

Zheng Dong is four years older than his younger sister. My younger sister is going to college, and he just graduated. However, with the increasing number of college students, it is becoming more and more difficult to find a good job.

Fortunately, he still has a part-time job with a high income. When it comes to this part-time job, Zheng Dong loves and hates it.

Because of it, Zheng Dong has the money to finish college smoothly, and because of it, he often gets scars all over his body.

 …

Linghai City.

International Trade Building.

As a quasi-first-tier city in China, Linghai City has always had high housing prices. As a landmark building in Linghai City, the International Trade Building is of great value.

Zheng Dong's part-time job is in this tall building, and he is just doing his job......

"Dongzi, are you here?"

"Brother Hai."

As soon as he walked into the gate of the Free Fighting Club, a powerful man in a black vest greeted Zheng Dong with a smile.

It was Brother Hai that Zheng Dong was talking about.

When Zheng Dong entered the martial arts gym, it is naturally impossible to be a martial arts coach. He does not know any martial arts. In fact, his job here is called sparring.

Ordinary martial arts gyms do not have the job of sparring, and usually the martial arts coaches work part-time, but this martial arts gym is quite special.

Zheng Dong can only attribute it to the fact that the boss is rich and self-willed.

"Brother Hai, what date is it today?"

Zheng Dong said while quickly putting on the protective clothing.

"Number four." Hai Ge raised his head and said.

Zheng Dong followed Brother Hai's gaze to look at the VIP court No. 4. There were two people on the court, a coach with a black vest and a student with a white vest.

Putting on thick protective clothing, putting on a mask, and holding a grille, Zheng Dong, who was fully armed, walked towards the fourth field calmly.

Being a sparring partner in a free fighting club, although the salary is high, is not a good job.

This job requires the sparring partner to only be beaten, not to fight back. In the process of being beaten, you can hide and block, but you can't run.

Sometimes, when encountering excessive clients, they even asked the sparring partner to take off their protective clothing and beat them.

It's not that the martial arts school has never recruited other sparring partners, all of them ran away after a few days, and only Zheng Dong has persisted here for three full years.

Zheng Dong still remembers the first time he was beaten, his body hurt for more than half a month, and he was still wearing protective clothing.

Despite this, Zheng Dong still chose to persevere.

Zheng Dong walked to court No. 4, where the coach was teaching the students horse stance.

"Yesterday I told you about the horse stance. The horse stance is the most basic skill in martial arts, but most people can't get into it after standing in the horse stance for a lifetime."

The black-clothed coach said, and made a demonstration movement for the students, "The horse stance has three positions: high, middle and low. Beginners generally start from the high pile, and let the legs receive a small force first, just watch."

I saw the coach in black with his feet shoulder-width apart, his knees slightly bent, his chest out, his toes firmly on the ground.

Zheng Dong saw the black-clothed coach standing on horseback, as if what he saw was not a person, but an old pine rooted in the soil, no matter how windy or rainy it was, it would not move.

"Xu Ling Ding Jin in the horse stance refers to pushing your head upwards, as if a thread is hanging down on your head. Doing all these movements as a standard proves that your horse stance kung fu has taken shape."

"If you do this, is it considered a beginner?"

The student in white said excitedly, although he doesn't know martial arts, he still knows the name of Coach Qin in front of him.

"Getting started?" Coach Qin smiled, "It's still far from doing just this."

"When you stand in the horse stance, when you can feel a heat flow from the bottom of your feet, along the middle of the foot, and go straight to Dazhui, your horse stance is called entry."

The white-clothed student didn't care, but Zheng Dong's heart moved. According to the coach, his horse stance is considered an introduction?

Zheng Dong has been training in the martial arts hall for three years, and under his influence, he still understands some basic knowledge of martial arts, especially Zhuang Gong.

What Zheng Dong heard the most from the head coach was Zhuang Gong.

"Coach Qin."

Seeing that the coach finished his explanation, he hurried forward to say hello.

"Come on."

Zheng Dong nodded. The coach Qin in front of him was about thirty years old, with a burly figure and an ordinary appearance, but when looking at people with his eyes, he would give people a great sense of oppression.

Qin Wushuang, the head coach of the martial arts gym, he is the only one in charge of the entire martial arts gym, except for the boss who can't see the end of the dragon.

Coach Qin stopped his efforts and took two steps back slowly, his left leg was a little limp.

"Okay, you can practice with him for a while, and I'll take a rest."

After speaking, he left the stage.