Waste is just the threshold to my meeting.

Chapter 21 A Casual Breakfast

Fu Chenning's parents told him not to go to school.

The stated reason was that such a big incident had occurred near Pei Cai Middle School, and they were afraid that Fu Chen might suffer psychological trauma.

"Times have changed. Back then, when I fought those bastards from the next village riding ghost fire weapons, I was hacked to pieces and I just dusted myself off."

But now that I'm a father myself, even though Fu Chen wasn't hurt, something still happened, and I'm really scared..."

Fu Longhu smoked two Hongtashan cigarettes in the living room before his mother, Liu Liping, chased him to the balcony, telling him not to bother Fu Chen with the smoke.

But thinking about his words, Liu Liping recalled: "I remember that you only got hit on the leg back then, and it wasn't a knife, just a blunt object."

"You just dusted yourself off? No, no, you screamed like a pig being slaughtered, the whole village could hear you. You must be mistaken. Go ask the neighbors!"

Fu Longhu sighed and silently hid in a corner to smoke.

Liu Liping continued, "Anyway, I think Xiaochen should stay home and rest for a couple of days. How can studying be more important than life? Besides, I'm not really used to getting up in the morning to cook breakfast for Xiaochen, and I'm afraid I won't be able to get up."

Isn't the last sentence the most important one?

Fu Chen's face darkened slightly.

In this fast-paced world, while other parents are rushing their children to school, not to mention the daily compulsory school courses, even the tutoring classes held by teachers outside of class, these super parents are afraid that their children will miss even one class.

Those two are doing well.

I was terrified of going to class and studying.

You still need to read books.

Fu Chen could never forget his goal.

He has to keep counting down.

wrong…

Then again.

If I don't attend classes for a long time, will the school deduct a lot of points for my attendance?

Pei Choi Middle School has its own set of assessment standards, which comprehensively consider a student's multi-dimensional status. According to Fu Chen's understanding, it can be broken down into two items.

Exam scores and daily performance.

This kind of assessment standard should be familiar to today's frivolous college students.

Exam scores go without saying, but daily performance reflects one's academic and life habits during their time at school.

The more bizarre the behavior, the more likely the person is to be mentally challenged, resulting in a lower overall score and a lower ranking.

He figured that after "eating instant noodles while squatting on the toilet and arguing with the teachers in the disciplinary office," the "squatting toilet instant noodle guy" would definitely have a lot of attendance points deducted.

If his exam score remains at the high level of just over 100 points in the next ranking...

Then it's estimated that it will drop from the current 28th place.

What a nasty mouth!

Why are these people so amazing that they can lower their rankings simply by showing genuine emotions?

Fu Chen often couldn't understand how, after so many years of education, he could actually arrange these words together.

The whole family flying was truly amazing, which always left Fu Chen with nothing but heartfelt admiration whenever he thought about it.

and so.

He decided to look in the mirror.

If we learn from their mental state, we should be able to reverse the school leaders' wrong judgment of us, right?

I have a general idea; in any case, this is completely opposite to the usual show-off and face-slapping routine.

He has to go lower and lower; the worse his ranking, the closer he gets to the system's mission rewards, so that he can become higher and stronger.

Therefore, low is high, and high is low.

Good is bad, and bad is good...

Fu Chen slapped himself to suppress the chaotic and turbulent thoughts in his mind.

I still have to go; there's a reason for it.

You've even started dabbling in philosophy?

Wait a minute, maybe it's not impossible. Those idiots whose heads are full of philosophy all day long, aren't they just mentally challenged?

Then he was supported by Fu Longhu and Liu Liping and prepared to be taken to the hospital.

"This child slapped himself in the face; is he traumatized? Or does he have some kind of post-traumatic stress disorder?"

Liu Liping disagreed with Fu Longhu's statement: "He's possessed by a ghost! It's definitely the spirit of that dead man possessing Xiao Chen!"

Liu Liping's animated expression made Fu Longhu instantly understand, and the two of them carried Fu Chen to the kitchen.

Two pairs of wooden chopsticks, one on the left and one on the right, were prepared to pinch Fu Chen's middle finger. This is a folk method for expelling a possessing spirit.

"Ah, I'm not reconciled!!..."

Fu Chen trembled, then opened his eyes, pretending to regain his composure.

Having been his parents' son for over a decade, he understood one thing.

The combination is more convenient and worry-free.

Anyway, my parents wouldn't understand even if I explained it all, and it would just be a waste of my time, so I might as well just go along with it.

My parents took a picture together, their expressions mirroring those of someone successfully making a retreat in a game.

"Mom and Dad, I'm okay now. Looks like I can go to school normally tomorrow!"

Liu Liping was in a real bind: "Xiao Chen, what do you want for breakfast tomorrow morning?"

What to eat has always been a difficult problem for humankind to overcome.

Fu Chen was no exception. No matter how high his abilities and talents were, when faced with this problem, he could only give one answer.

"casual."

Liu Liping happily pulled her father into the room. Of course, Fu Chen had already switched the [Positive Spirit] potion with the West African Dinamo in the locked drawer of her parents' room.

He just wanted his parents to be happy, what could he have done wrong?

However, the next day, Fu Chen understood why his mother wasn't annoyed at all when he said "whatever," but was actually quite happy.

At 6:30, he saw two ice creams, a candied hawthorn, two quail eggs, and two chicken legs on the dining table.

"Quail eggs and chicken legs are fine, and candied hawthorns... well, that's not impossible either, but Mom, why is there ice cream for breakfast?"

He said it was fine, but no one expected Liu Liping to actually be that casual.

Liu Liping was unhappy about this.

Having not eaten breakfast for decades, she gets up early and works late to make breakfast for Fu Chen, and now her own precious son is picking on her.

"Xiao Chen, are you still half asleep? Look, this is 'Suibian' ice cream!"

Fu Chen rubbed his blurry eyes, peeked out, and sure enough.

The ice cream packaging has the words "whatever" engraved on it.

Chocolate ice cream.

Then Liu Liping showed Fu Chen the quail eggs and chicken leg wrappers that had already been thrown into the trash can.

Both of these brands are called "Suibian" (随便).

Fu Chen nodded thoughtfully, pursing his lips.

It seems that Mom is quite an interesting case.

The good thing about this procedure is not that it can incorrectly execute Fu Chen's request, but that it can prevent Fu Chen from making this kind of request in the future.

It worked very well; in any case, Fu Chen will definitely never say "whatever" again.

After swallowing the ice cream, candied hawthorn, chicken leg, and quail egg.

The body, weakened by the sealing of martial arts realm, suffers from distorted intestines and stomach.

Liu Liping is also a talent; her breakfast is more potent than some special laxatives.

Fu Chen went to the toilet several times before finally embarking on his journey to Peicai Middle School.