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The captain quickly reached for his neck and found a tiny needle stuck in it. In an instant, a wave of dizziness washed over him, and he could only collapse to the ground in despair.
"Hey, Ella, have someone come to my office to take care of the trash. This can be used as your experimental material. Yeah, that's all."
After hanging up the phone, Rometheus sat back down in his seat and began to mutter to himself:
"Dam Zero? Hehehe, you won't have to wait long, 'Dad,' I'll be right back to find you."
Why do we need to study Chapter 20 again?
After a pleasant weekend, Zhang Hao began to prepare for Monday with a long face.
"No, Miss Sunday, please don't go. I can't bear to part with you, Miss Sunday. How can I live without you?"
As Zhang Hao was being taken to the gym by Tyrell, his cries echoed throughout the GTI.
When it was time for lunch, everyone saw Zhang Hao slumped over the table. In the past, Mai Xiaowen and Luna would have gone over to comfort him, but now they were used to it. Not only after Terry's strength class, but after Wei Long's physical training, Zhang Hao would also successfully become "a limp ...
After all the dishes were served, Zhang Hao would wake up again, devour his meal, and then rush back to his room to shower and sleep. The thought of having to go to class in the afternoon would only make him silently shed tears in his dreams.
Looking back on my miserable 19 years in another world, the road to education was incredibly difficult. I was one of the little monkeys in the class of 04. If the original owner of this body came to this world, I would probably be the same age as Reis and the others.
"Sigh, I don't want to think about it anymore. I need to take a nap to recharge. Speaking of which, Brother Weilong is resting in bed... does that mean I don't have to run tomorrow morning?!"
Zhang Hao lay in bed, getting happier and happier as he thought about it, and became so excited that he couldn't sleep anymore.
"Hey 9527, do you have anything good?"
Since I can't sleep anyway, I guess I have to tease my adorable system a bit.
9527: ...Is it a person?? (?*д*?)?!!
"There's nothing new right now, just an extra CPU. Do you want it? It's been refreshed monthly and hasn't even finished cooling down yet. If you think you have too many points, you can use them to upgrade your body. It's worth it."
After hearing what 9527 said, Zhang Hao suddenly felt enlightened.
"Yeah, if I increase my physical fitness and strength, then training will be a piece of cake!"
Looking at Zhang Hao, who was grinning like an idiot, 9527 could only sense that the future was bleak.
"Host, this system needs to remind you that the points required for subsequent system upgrades are quite high. It is recommended that you upgrade this system to level four and start earning a lot of points through system tasks before spending them."
Seeing Zhang Hao preparing to go all in on all his points, 9527 could only offer him a gentle reminder.
"Hmm? Does this mean I have to continue enduring this pain?"
Seeing Zhang Hao collapse again, the system was at its wit's end and could only offer words of comfort:
"Alright, alright, do you think this training is just about making you stronger and more physically capable? Haven't you noticed your mental fortitude has become stronger after two weeks? The hardships you're enduring are not only making your body stronger, but also making your will more resolute, and this kind of willpower can't be added with points."
Watching 9527 lecture him like a great thinker, Zhang Hao could only sigh. He understood perfectly well, but ultimately, he was just exhausted.
"It's okay. No matter how hard or tiring it is, I should be able to get a good rest tomorrow morning."
After calming himself down, Zhang Hao decided to force shutdown and rest for a while.
After finishing his afternoon classes in a pleasant mood and enjoying a delicious dinner prepared by Deep Blue, Zhang Hao called over Roy and Uluru.
"Want to play cards? I'm the best at Dou Dizhu back in my hometown."
Zhang Hao grunted twice and pulled a deck of cards out of his pocket.
Mai Xiaowen and Luna, who was standing next to her, also came over to watch the show. You see, although Roy usually seems unreliable and has a carefree attitude, his card skills are quite good. Before Zhang Hao arrived, Mai Xiaowen had challenged Roy, although the result was rather miserable.
So where did Zhang Hao's confidence come from? Well, it all started when Zhang Hao was bored during an evening study session in college. He took out his phone and accidentally opened a card game called "Dou Dizhu" (Landlord). Coincidentally, his luck was off the charts that day. He won from the initial 500 coins to 12 coins before the game ended. From that moment on, Zhang Hao believed he was the once-in-a-century "God of Gamblers".
"Okay, let's play Landlord, but let's make this clear first, don't blame me if you get beaten to tears later."
Roy smiled calmly as he took the cards, then showed off a fancy shuffling technique in front of Zhang Hao.
Zhang Hao: 。 ヽ(??Д`)ノ?。 Something's not right, he's a master, but it's okay, I'm the God of Gamblers.
Unfortunately, half an hour later, only a boy was left crying in Mai Xiaowen's arms.
"Waaaaah, I'm not playing anymore! Roy cheated! How could I not win a single game? Waaaaah!"
Looking at the boy crying in her arms, Mai Xiaowen didn't know how to comfort him. After all, he hadn't won a single game in the past half hour, although Uluru was partly to blame.
"Hey kid, we made a deal before, hehehe, remember to call me next time you want to fight."
Roy was grinning slyly, about to continue mocking Zhang Hao, when Luna and Mai Xiaowen gave him cold looks that silenced him.
"Alright, alright, let's not play with him anymore. How about we go to my sister's room to play games?"
Seeing the boy still whining, Mai Xiaowen decided to pull out her ultimate tool for soothing children: video games. Back in China, this trick had always worked.
"Sigh, I'm tired. Xiaowen, I'll come visit you again next time. I'd better go back and wash up and go to bed."
After saying that, Zhang Hao stood up unsteadily and went back to his room.
As soon as he got back to his room and lay down on the bed, Zhang Hao quickly asked:
"9527, when will the system shop be able to offer this kind of card-playing ability? I've seen in TV dramas that the cheaters are all skilled, you should have that too, right?"
9527: ? ? ? How can you cheat by exchanging such precious points? But still, he honestly answered:
"The Level 4 shop will refresh these strange abilities, but do you really need to spend points to learn them, host?"
"Of course, this is absolutely necessary. Level four, right? I will continue to work hard, and one day I will trample Roy under my feet at the poker table and sing 'Conquer'!"
Seeing Zhang Hao's motivated demeanor, 9527 couldn't bring himself to offer any words of advice. After all, he was motivated, so how could he bear to stop him?
"Well, since we probably won't have class tomorrow morning anyway, let's learn more card-playing skills tonight."
Watching Zhang Hao enthusiastically click on the video to learn gambling techniques, 9527 could only shake his head and sigh, "My own brat is hard to manage."
The next morning, Zhang Hao was still fast asleep in bed when his cell phone rang.
Zhang Hao groggily opened his eyes a crack and answered the phone.
"Hello? Who is it?"
"Xiao Hao! It's already 9 o'clock, and you haven't had breakfast or come to my place. What have you been doing?!"
A roar came from the other end of the phone, followed by a hissing sound, probably from shouting and tearing at his wound.
"Hmm~ Hmm! Brother Weilong, aren't you still recovering in bed? Don't teach while you're injured for my sake. You need to take care of your own health. How about we skip class today? ヾ(●゜▽゜●)?"
“I’m giving you five minutes to come to my room. Who says I can’t teach you in bed? Even if I can’t teach you, you can’t neglect your physical training. I got a fitness tracker from Deep Blue, and I’ve set it to run 10 kilometers. Come here and take this to train.”
Upon hearing Wei Long's words, Zhang Hao, who was still a little dazed, suddenly became fully awake.
"No!!! Why do we still have to go to class? No!!!"
Chapter 21 Corn, Yam, and Pork Rib Soup
In despair, Zhang Hao managed to survive Death Tuesday. The ten kilometers in the morning were something he could grit his teeth and get through, but Mai Xiaowen's academic class in the afternoon was extreme torture for him.
Zhang Hao: I hate math, Xiaowen, please let me off the hook!
Mai Xiaowen: ?д? Why do I have to be the bad guy?
After finishing Mai Xiaowen's class, Zhang Hao let out a long sigh of relief:
"Phew! It's over. I can finally rest tomorrow. This Tuesday was really killing me."
Looking at the boy collapsed on her bed, Mai Xiaowen felt a pang of pity, but still silently added:
"Xiao Hao Hao, don't forget the three pages of math exercises. You also need to memorize all the English words we learned today, because I'll be checking them next week."
Zhang Hao: (;???Д??`)
Mai Xiaowen: (?▽`???) "Crying? Crying counts as time too."
So Zhang Hao decided to get back to his old ways. He would finish all his homework tonight, and then memorize the English in class on Monday night to hand it in, since he figured he would forget it anyway.
(●?ω｀●)ゞ
That night, Zhang Hao felt as if he had returned to his 16-year-old self, just starting high school. He would finish his homework as quickly as possible so that he could go to the playground with his classmates to play basketball. That was a rare and wonderful memory for him before he entered his senior year of high school.
As the pen tip spun across the paper, Zhang Hao entered a state of deep concentration. He felt as if he had merged into an ocean of knowledge, swimming within it.
*Snap!* (ε?)
"Who invented this quiz-taking software? Wow, it's really amazing."
Since we've returned to the feeling of being 16, we should definitely use the problem-solving methods we had at 16.
(≧?≦)ゞ
As Wednesday arrived, Zhang Hao slept soundly until 9 a.m. before finally crawling out of bed, eating breakfast, and then falling into deep thought:
"Who am I? What am I doing? What am I supposed to do?" (Simply put, I'm bored.)
After visiting Weilong on the way, Zhang Hao saw that he was still lying in bed unable to move, so he decided to make Weilong some soup to help him recover.
Zhang Hao went to the kitchen to see what ingredients were left. He opened a bag and exclaimed, "Wow, corn! Hmm, let's look again, pork ribs!" Now he had a clear idea: corn and pork rib soup! It was delicious and easy to make.
As he was walking, Zhang Hao almost tripped over something long and hard. He turned around and saw two yams lying on the ground.
"Hmm, this must be fate. Since we're destined to meet, let's both get into my pot!"
Yam: ...Damn it, you kicked me for no reason, and now you want to put me in the pot? Is there no justice in this world?
Zhang Hao first came to select some good ribs to make soup, among which pork spare ribs were his first choice because the meat was tender and the bones were small, which made them very suitable.
After making his selection, Zhang Hao took out a meat cleaver and cut it into small pieces evenly. You should know that he couldn't even lift this big knife before. It was only after Terry's grueling training that his strength gradually increased, and now he can use this meat cleaver without any pressure.
After rinsing it with clean water, it was set aside for later use. Next came the troublesome yam. Zhang Hao had been quite tormented when he helped process it at home before; he had itched to do it for ages, which left him with a psychological trauma.
So this time, Zhang Hao directly took out the rubber gloves that Shen Lan had specially prepared for him a few days ago, and was fully armed. He could easily handle the little yam.
First, wash off the mud with clean water. Then, take out a peeler to peel the yam. After peeling, slice it and set it aside. Then, wash off the slime with salt water, which can also prevent the yam from turning black.
Preparing corn is simple: just peel off the outer husk, wash it clean, and then chop it into small pieces with a few cuts.
Next, put a little oil in the pot, then fry the ribs to remove their fishy smell. When the surface of the ribs changes color slightly, add some Shaoxing wine (I specially ordered this to replenish the wine after Weilong had a good time last time). After the aroma of the wine is released, pour hot water into the pot, and then take them out after boiling for one minute.
Looking at the large iron pot in front of him, Zhang Hao thought for a moment and decided against trying to make soup in it. Instead, he obediently went to Shenlan and asked for an electric slow cooker. After putting the three ingredients in, he added some red dates, dried tangerine peel, and ginger slices.
"Oh! Is Chef Hao showing off his skills again? What's for lunch today?"
Zhang Hao had just finished adding water when Roy's voice came from behind him.
"Hmph! What are you looking at? This is the soup I made for Brother Weilong. I'm not giving you any."
Seeing Zhang Hao's face puff up like a sea urchin, Roy was both amused and exasperated.
"Hey, we agreed yesterday not to get angry, you're a man, you can't go back on your word!"
"Hmph! Who said I'm angry? I just don't like the look of you today, so what!"
Seeing Zhang Hao acting like a scoundrel, Roy had no choice but to surrender:
"Okay, okay, you're not angry. So how can you give me a drink? How about I teach you my fancy shuffling technique, and we can call it even for yesterday?"
Upon hearing Roy's offer, Zhang Hao was immediately tempted. Yes, if he could learn that fancy shuffling technique, even if his card skills weren't great, he could still fool people!
After thinking for a second, Zhang Hao decisively chose to compromise.
"Okay, deal. But you can't keep any of your skills to yourself. Remember to teach me everything. If I find out you haven't taught me anything, hmph, you won't get any of the food I cook next time!"
"Okay, okay, I promise I won't hold anything back. As long as you can learn it, I will definitely teach you everything."
After receiving Roy's assurance, Zhang Hao nodded in satisfaction.
"Wait a minute, this soup needs to simmer for another hour."
"Huh? It's going to take that long? I'm starving!"
An hour later, Zhang Hao opened the lid and added some seasonings.
"Here, try it and see how it tastes."
Zhang Hao brought over a small bowl and added two spoonfuls to Roy's food so he could try it.
"Mmm! It tastes great! It's not only fragrant, but it also has a slightly sweet flavor. It's really good, a big thumbs up!"
"That's right! Don't you even know who made the soup!"
Upon hearing the praise, Zhang Hao naturally raised his head at a 45-degree angle to look at the sky without any modesty.
"Wow, it smells so good! What delicious food did our little Hao Hao make for us today?"
Mai Xiaowen walked over, drawn by the aroma, and her eyes lit up when she saw the corn, yam, and pork rib soup on the table.