fifth form

Chapter 95 My Dear Sister
"Why am I here? Moved again?"

Immersed in learning the characters of the Holy Land, Zhang Xuezhou woke up and suddenly found himself in a different environment.

It was still an old, dilapidated room, but he quickly noticed that the surrounding furnishings were completely different from his previous ones.

It was clearly not his room.

But Zhang Xuezhou noticed some familiar items, even in the state of packing and unopening.

"Aren't you surprised, are you happy, are you surprised?"

Zhang Weimeng stretched out his right hand, intending to high-five Zhang Xuezhou.

But Zhang Xuezhou didn't extend his hand, which made him put down his right hand in embarrassment.

"While you were falling asleep, I took you from Sudong City to Xijing by plane, and it took eight hours and nine minutes," Zhang Weimeng said.

"To Xijing?"

Zhang Xuezhou was surprised.

"Do you know that I'm going to Xijing to go to school? Is the notice from Canglan Academy so fast?"

"Canglan Academy? No, no, this is the Shengteng Academy next door to Canglan Academy. Sister Ni lives here," Zhang Weimeng replied.

"My sister?"

Zhang Xuezhou took a breath.

"What did you bring me here for?" Zhang Xuezhou said, "You can't rent me a cheap little house. I don't want to be crowded with that violent woman at all!"

"Dear brother, I seem to hear you talking ill of me!"

A few seconds after Zhang Xuezhou finished speaking, a crisp voice came from outside the room.

This made Zhang Xuezhou swallow his saliva.

"My dear sister, I miss you so much!"

Zhang Xuezhou yelled, and the door was pushed open, and the familiar pretty face immediately came into view.

It's still the same clean short hair as before, and it doesn't look like a girl's gentleness and virtuousness at all.

But the apron she wore proved that Zhang Manqian could go to the kitchen.

A scent of breakfast wheat came, and Zhang Manqian reached out to grab it, and Zhang Xuezhou was lifted out of the bed like a chicken.

"110 three catties, this weight is really unfeeling, it's not like a normal boy at all!"

Like weighing pork, Zhang Manqian casually estimated Zhang Xuezhou's current weight, and then put Zhang Xuezhou back.

"I have eaten very hard," Zhang Xuezhou said.

"You are so lazy, you must be eating synthetic food there to save trouble, how can those things strengthen your body?" Zhang Manqian said: "Now you have time to go to the market, there are still a lot of organic vegetables and meat to buy in the market! "

"I don't have time," Zhang Xuezhou exclaimed, "I'm running out of time, and I don't have any wasted time to go to the market!"

"My dear brother, are you not cooperating with my sister?"

Zhang Manqian pinched Zhang Xuezhou's weakness, put her head next to Zhang Xuezhou's ear, and said, "Your normal reaction should be to cry poorly with your father quickly, not because you don't have time, so cry quickly."

"Even if I have time to go to the market, do I have money to buy groceries?"

The soft flesh in his waist hurt, Zhang Xuezhou quickly changed his words, and looked at Zhang Weimeng for help.

"It's okay, it's okay, your mother has made a lot of live broadcasts in recent days, and gave me 5000 yuan, and you can spend it on living expenses!"

Zhang Xuezhou was relieved by Zhang Weimeng's generous funding.

If Zhang Weimeng didn't give any more money, Zhang Xuezhou felt that the intensity of the pain would definitely increase.

Unless Zhang Weimeng can stay by his side, Zhang Xuezhou can only cooperate.

"Is there such a way to make money from live broadcasting? 5000 yuan in a few days?" Zhang Manqian wondered, "Is this because I ran into some big guy trying to get my mother's beauty?"

"What nonsense are you kidding, this is the big brother supporting your mother's career, which is a pure and pure act of rewarding and funding!" Zhang Weimeng explained.

"Okay, Dad, let me remind you first, watch carefully, don't end up writing a book without being famous, and even losing your wife!"

"What are you talking about...put me down!"

As Zhang Weimeng was brought up, this old and small apartment was full of struggles and murmurs that he couldn't get through.

Looking at Zhang Weimeng who ran away angrily after breakfast, Zhang Xuezhou felt that he had been ruthlessly abandoned.

Moreover, Zhang Manqian is now so courageous that she starts to mention Zhang Weimeng, it is useless for him to ask Zhang Weimeng for help.

"My dear sister, how much does it cost to rent a house here in Xijing?" Zhang Xuezhou asked as soon as his mind turned.

"My dear brother, when you have money, you can live in any house at any price you want!"

Zhang Xuezhou hadn't brought up the small thought in his heart, but Zhang Manqian stretched out his hand, and all the money that was still warm in his pocket had been changed owners.

Zhang Manqian pawed at the banknotes she got, and was very satisfied with the entry of the money.

This made her very welcome Zhang Xuezhou's arrival.

Although this old and small room is a bit poor, it is no problem to squeeze two people, especially for people like Zhang Xuezhou who do not like to move, which saves space and will not cause any special trouble.

"Shengteng Academy is a first-class institution in our country, so it won't even provide accommodation?" Zhang Xuezhou doubted: "With your money-grubbing nature, it is impossible to give up free accommodation!"

"Sister, am I picky?" Zhang Manqian dissatisfied: "Besides, the school provides a standard single room, and there are four people to live in. My sister thinks that kind of place can't move around!"

Zhang Manqian took off her apron, revealing her extremely solid and well-proportioned arms.

She gestured towards Zhang Xuezhou with her arm, and then pointed to a wooden box in the corner of the room.

"My sister is learning cold weapon fighting skills recently, so I can't live in a four-person dormitory," Zhang Manqian said.

"Cold weapon fighting technique?" Zhang Xuezhou asked curiously, "Is it the cold weapon fighting technique that has been practiced hard for ten years and then collapsed with a single shot?"

"You don't know martial arts." Zhang Manqian waved her hand and said, "In short-distance combat, cold weapons are the absolute kings. As long as you practice well, any gun is useless."

"Don't be superstitious about those martial arts novels written by my father. According to your logic, you might as well go barehanded." Zhang Xuezhou couldn't agree more: "The distance with barehanded hands is short. Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms are the absolute king!"

"Humans have evolved for millions of years to learn to use tools properly, and I can't give up tools." Zhang Manqian said: "Your statement is anti-intellectual."

"A gun is also a tool. If you are interested in confrontation training, practice guns." Zhang Xuezhou said: "What kind of cold weapon fighting skills do you learn? You can't find a job if you have such a talent!"

"Guns are only useful in large-scale conflicts, and there is no special gun certificate for special positions. My sister's practice with a gun is useless, and it is impossible to use it until she can hit every shot." Zhang Manqian emphasized: "Besides, the cost of training a gun is very high. A poor family like ours cannot afford that kind of expense!"

"It turns out that there is no money!"

Zhang Xuezhou grasped the key points in Zhang Manqian's words, which made Zhang Manqian quite dissatisfied with this shameless revelation.

But what Zhang Xuezhou said was the truth. For a qualified fighter, empty hands, weapons, and firearms are all items that need to be practiced.

The absence of any one will cause a defect that is difficult to make up.

But each of these needs a lot of money to support, and she can only do the best within her ability.

Zhang Manqian majored in biological genetics at Shengteng University, and she is very aware of the value of special biological genes.

As long as she has the foundation to step into the relevant risk field, money will come like water.

As long as there is a small achievement, it can make the family no longer busy around money, and cure Zhang Xuezhou's illness. Zhang Manqian feels that all the efforts will be worthwhile.

(End of this chapter)