Starting as an infant, with parents who are blond-haired delinquents?

While Tan Yue was practicing manipulating the psionic ring, Zhang Chaoqiang pondered the last place that Teacher Guan might go to.

A haven for the soul.

On the second floor of the Smart Building, a constant argument made the surrounding silence seem superfluous and ruined the view.

"Teacher Xuanyu, listen to me. I think it is very necessary to conduct psychological observation and counseling for Zhang Chaoqiang again."

As you can see, I had only been away from the office for less than two hours when Zhang Chaoqiang started frantically searching for me. Look at my messages; they're all from teachers in the office that Zhang Chaoqiang asked to send me.

"Ask me where I am!"

Teacher Guan opened his phone. He scrolled through more than a dozen messages with flashing red dots, all asking about his current location.

"Do you dare say that Zhang Chaoqiang has absolutely no problems? Have you ever seen a student with such boundless energy? Have you ever seen a student who's so good at causing trouble?"

The teacher opposite him, Xuanyu, was wearing a light blue dress today. It wasn't the kind that sagged, but rather a figure-hugging dress that flattered her figure.

With her light makeup and eyes that seemed to have a vortex effect, even Teacher Guan dared not look directly at her; once she did, it felt as if she were about to dizzy and fall into the other person's consciousness.

"I've already said, I'm not the one under pressure!"

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, knowing that the other person wanted to conduct a psychological observation on him.

The two heard an extremely faint sound, and Teacher Guan's face darkened as if he had resigned himself to his fate.

He knew that Zhang Chaoqiang must have come again.

"Teacher Guan, could you please help me recharge?"

……

After the final two days of bonus period, things have calmed down.

Zhang Chaoqiang's [Control Ability]: 24

He certainly doesn't think that number is small.

because…

Guess where my psionic ring is?

Tan Yue pinched Zhang Chaoqiang's sleeves but found nothing, then checked his pockets, but found nothing there either.

It made a thud, like the sound of a fart.

Centered on Zhang Chaoqiang, a slight energy fluctuation, like a gas, spread outwards like a gentle breeze.

"Hey... Zhang Chaoqiang, you're talking nonsense!" The students at the back of the table all covered their noses.

Actually, that wasn't the case. Tan Yue guessed that Zhang Chaoqiang was manipulating the psionic ring.

Zhang Chaoqiang rolled up his trousers, and psionic energy enveloped his calves.

"How did you do that? I can only communicate and control things with my right hand!"

Tan Yue is eager to learn.

"It's very simple."

Zhang Chaoqiang removed the psionic ring from Tan Yue's right hand and placed it one centimeter away from her fair and delicate ankle.

"Practice until you are proficient, and then any part of your body can be used as a medium to control the psionic ring."

A day later, Zhang Chaoqiang was surprised to find that Tan Yue seemed to be able to communicate with the psionic ring through other parts of her body, although she was not yet able to control the release of energy fluctuations.

But that's already incredibly impressive!

At the same time, Zhang Chaoqiang began to work on [basic control] and [combat awareness].

In class, he observed how the Chinese teacher, Wang Zihan, accurately threw chalk at the heads of students who were causing trouble in class.

He observed that Old Chen drove the car skillfully, navigating every complex terrain as if it were flat ground, although this was largely due to the excellent suspension of the luxury car...

Old Chen is also a master chef.

+ 1 + 1 + 1

During the observation and control process, Zhang Chaoqiang seemed to be deep in thought. Any profession is about controlling things related to the profession.

The same applies to martial artists; this profession requires them to control their physical strength and spiritual power.

So he sought out Teacher Guan, who, despite his strong resistance, demonstrated the manipulation of spiritual power at Zhang Chaoqiang's request.

When the cap of the pen in his hand, enhanced by his own spiritual power, was precisely and deeply embedded in the center of the target without any movement.

He received a pleasant surprise from Zhang Chaoqiang.

"Hmph, impressive, huh?"

Teacher Guan was finally able to regain some face and dignity in front of Zhang Chaoqiang.

Unfortunately, Zhang Chaoqiang was only happy about the 3 points of [Basic Control] he gained.

Then he found Teacher Xuanyu. This was the third time he had met this beautiful teacher whose appearance varied depending on her style of dress, sometimes sweet, sometimes mature, and sometimes cold.

"Teacher Xuanyu, may I observe from the sidelines when you are providing psychological counseling to other students?"

"Why?" Xuanyu asked him.

"My parents have been under a lot of pressure lately, and I want to help them relieve some of it!"

"Good boy!"

Xuan Yu pinched Zhang Chaoqiang's cheek hard, but he quickly dodged away, and she couldn't help but giggle.

After watching, +2

[Primary Control]: 70

The two days were incredibly fruitful!

Meanwhile, Zhang Chaoqiang also gained something from observing Teacher Xuanyu's guidance process. He did not forget the conversation his parents had in front of the TV that day.

They are under a lot of work pressure and have been frequently absent-minded lately.

Most importantly, they somehow found some mysterious Chinese herbal medicine prescriptions, claiming they could enhance physical strength, and forced Zhang Chaoqiang to drink them.

Over the past four days, Zhang Chaoqiang has taken Chinese medicine four times, although he feels it has had no effect.

He suspected that his parents might have been scammed.

On Sunday, the family moved to their new home.

After a whole day of running around, Shen Qiangwei and Zhang Huolong visited several furniture markets and finally settled on the bed and cabinets for Zhang Chaoqiang's room.

By the time he went to class on Monday, Zhang Chaoqiang's room had been mostly set up.

At the same time, Zhang Huolong urged Shen Qiangwei to brew the medicine.

"Wife, this aphrodisiac deer antler medicine, one dose a day, for a total of 14 doses, right?"

"Well, we're about halfway there today."

"Hopefully it will work on Super Strong."

"This prescription cost me several hundred dollars to get from that doctor in the back alley. It's a pity that this kid is so strong, unlike me, who is so powerful and imposing!"

Zhang Huolong pursed his lips, looking arrogant.

"Wife." Zhang Huolong ignored her sorting medicinal herbs, reached around from behind and hugged her tightly, suddenly pulling her into his arms: "Tonight we can finally have some alone time..."

Shen Qiangwei was extremely shy and buried her face deeply in Zhang Huolong's chest.

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Chapter 32 Breakthrough Manipulation (Please continue reading)

"Dad, can I come to your factory to play after school tomorrow?"

"Um... well... the factory's been quite busy lately, your coworkers don't have time to keep you company. Maybe sometime later..."

"You don't need to come with me, and it's been a long time since I've been there. I want to go and see it!"

Sweat beaded on Zhang Huolong's forehead: "Goodness, you're amazing... The factory's rushing to finish orders, so it's not very convenient..."

At the dinner table, Zhang Chaoqiang turned to his mother, Shen Qiangwei, and asked:

"Mom, why hasn't the shop owner asked me to come over for calligraphy practice these past few days? Maybe I should go to the shop after school tomorrow?"

Shen Qiangwei was sweating profusely: "Well, it's super strong. Business at the tattoo shop hasn't been good lately, so, yeah, there's not much to see. Hurry up and eat. The bitter melon stir-fried with pork that you said you liked last time, don't let it get cold."

Shen Qiangwei and Zhang Huolong tried their best to avoid Zhang Chaoqiang's request.

Zhang Chaoqiang looked at the bitter melon stir-fried with pork on the table. Although it was delicious, he thought, "Is it necessary to eat it twice a day for the next few days?"

If he didn't have to eat lunch at school, he has no doubt that he could have done it three times a day.

My parents are acting strange; they must be under a lot of pressure these days…

He thought to himself that the psychological counseling he had learned from Teacher Xuanyu last time didn't seem to be working for them either.

He glanced meaningfully at the man who was engrossed in eating, the porcelain bowl he was holding in his left hand completely covering his cheek, only his cheeks could be vaguely seen chewing.

menopause?

Zhang Chaoqiang figured it out; there was only one reason that could explain his parents' strange behavior these past few days.

It seems like she's entering menopause.

Although they are only 27 or 28, Alzheimer's disease is now affecting younger people, let alone young people with such high life pressures, menopause is also normal.

It seems I need to consult Xuanyu these days to learn how to alleviate menopause.

A while ago, I got to know Teacher Xuanyu quite well. This beautiful teacher is someone I can learn from.

Zhang Chaoqiang certainly liked it, but Teacher Xuanyu had a peculiar habit of pinching students' cheeks, and Zhang Chaoqiang was no exception.

……

Zhang Chaoqiang swallowed all the porridge in his bowl and prepared to go to his room to get his schoolbag. At 7:30, Lao Chen and Tan Yue, who happened to be going the same way, were also about to arrive downstairs.

Seeing that Zhang Chaoqiang was about to leave, Zhang Huolong and Shen Qiangwei gradually put down the porcelain bowls that were covering their faces, revealing their huge and obvious dark circles.

It is very conspicuous.

"Mom and Dad, don't overwork yourselves tonight, go to bed early..."