You're dumping me, huh? Fine, then I'll just pick up the school beauty and make her my wif

The man stood very straight, looking like a mannequin at first glance.

Why aren't you home late at night? Why are you standing downstairs practicing military posture?

Jiang Che silently complained to himself, but didn't take it seriously. After looking away, he was about to walk into the building entrance.

As soon as he got close, the man suddenly moved.

He took a step to the side and blocked the entrance to the building, his eyes scanning Jiang Che up and down like searchlights.

"You live here?"

The man's voice was deep, and the moment he opened his mouth, he exuded the air of someone interrogating a criminal.

Jiang Che frowned slightly. He disliked being interrogated, so he stopped and tilted his head to look at him. "Otherwise? To watch you cosplay as a sculpture downstairs at my house?"

Upon hearing this, the man frowned, clearly dissatisfied with Jiang Che's nonchalant attitude.

"What time are you getting back? Students should act like students."

The man raised his hand and glanced at the old-fashioned mechanical watch on his wrist. "11:20, coming home late, my lifestyle is a complete mess."

Jiang Che was so angry he laughed. Are there still people living by the sea these days? Why are you being so nosy?

Did he eat their rice or drink their water?

"Excuse me, sir, are you from the neighborhood committee checking household registrations?"

Jiang Che retorted without hesitation, "I can come home whenever I want, even if I'm out clubbing all night, that's my freedom, what's it to you?"

"Make way, a good dog doesn't block the way."

After saying that, Jiang Che reached out to push the man aside and enter the room.

To everyone's surprise, as soon as Jiang Che reached out, the man's shoulder slumped slightly, and without any apparent effort, he shook Jiang Che's hand away.

He's a trained fighter.

A hint of shock flashed in Jiang Che's eyes, then he became slightly more serious.

But that didn't stop him from thinking the guy was crazy.

"What? You want to fight?"

Jiang Che took a half step back, looking at him with a half-smile. "This is a society governed by law. There are surveillance cameras everywhere, upstairs and downstairs. Try touching me and see what happens."

The man stared at Jiang Che for two seconds, then snorted coldly and stepped aside to let him pass. "Sharp-tongued."

"Same to you."

Jiang Che rolled his eyes, too lazy to waste any more words on this lunatic, swiped his card to open the unit door, and swaggered inside.

Watching Jiang Che's figure disappear into the elevator, the man stood there, his brows furrowed so deeply they could trap a fly.

"Is this the promising talent the old man was praising to the skies?"

The man shook his head, looking disappointed. "I think he's just an arrogant spoiled brat who doesn't know his place."

……

When he got home, Jiang Che took a shower to wash away the bad luck and fatigue.

As I came out of the bathroom drying my hair, my phone vibrated.

Jiang Che picked it up and saw that it was a WeChat contact card sent by Liu Zhenguo.

[Liu Zhenguo]: Xiao Jiang, this is my good-for-nothing son, Liu Wei. I've already spoken to him, and you two can contact each other privately.

Jiang Che looked at the business card on the screen, and for some reason, he suddenly thought of the lunatic downstairs, and felt inexplicably uncomfortable.

But he didn't think much of it. After clearing his mind of all the random thoughts, he casually clicked "add friend".

The other person's WeChat name was very simple, just "Wei", and their profile picture was a bright red flag.

He has the style of an old cadre.

The friend request was accepted almost instantly.

[Wei]: I am Liu Wei.

You could feel the seriousness in the other person even through the screen.

Jiang Che found it difficult to type with one hand, so he put his phone aside and dried his body and hair before replying to Liu Wei's message.

[Jiang Che]: Hello Brother Liu, I am Jiang Che. Grandpa Liu should have told you, right?

[Wei]: I said so.

[Wei]: Meet downstairs at your house at 5:30 tomorrow morning to start training.

[Wei]: Being one minute late means an extra kilometer of training.

Looking at the words on his phone screen, Jiang Che began to miss the days when Liu Zhenguo was still training him.

I have a feeling that Liu Wei is a bit difficult to talk to.

And he wasn't sure if it was just his imagination, but he felt that Liu Wei's tone of voice was exactly the same as that lunatic downstairs.

Hopefully, he's just overthinking it.

……

Early the next morning.

At five o'clock sharp, the alarm clock rang, and Jiang Che painfully got out of bed.

It was still dark outside, all gray and gloomy.

After a quick wash and changing into sportswear, Jiang Che yawned and went downstairs.

As soon as he stepped out of the building, a cool breeze blew over him, making him a little more awake.

I looked up and saw a person standing under the streetlight at the entrance of the building.

It's the same spot as yesterday.

Still the same posture as yesterday.

It's still the same deadpan face as yesterday.

Jiang Che paused involuntarily, raised his hand and rubbed his eyes hard, thinking he was hallucinating because he had gotten up too early.

But when he looked again, the person's figure was still standing there perfectly fine, and had not disappeared.

Jiang Che couldn't help but think, "Damn it, how come this lunatic is still here?"

Could it be that they didn't leave overnight?

Just as Jiang Che was in a daze, the man turned his gaze and saw him.

Their eyes met, and the air froze instantly.

The man was the first to snap out of his reverie. He looked down at his watch expressionlessly, then at Jiang Che, raising an eyebrow slightly.

"5:29, that's pretty punctual."

"In that case, there's no need for extra training today."

Jiang Che: ?

and many more.

Why does this dialogue sound so familiar?

Why does that tone sound so familiar?

A sudden thought flashed through Jiang Che's mind, and he instantly connected the events of last night with the conversation on WeChat.

"Holy crap?"

Jiang Che couldn't help but blurt out the word "national essence," and asked, "Are you Liu Wei?"

Liu Wei nodded expressionlessly. "Yes, that's me."

He then added, "You haven't forgotten what happened last night, have you?"

Jiang Che was completely convinced now.

No wonder this person blocked him downstairs yesterday, and even spoke in a lecturing tone.

So this is the "wooden" son that Old Master Liu was talking about?

This isn't wood, it's practically a sheet of iron!

"Oh, it's Brother Liu."

Jiang Che chuckled twice, trying to ease the awkward atmosphere. "Yesterday was a misunderstanding. It was too dark, and we didn't recognize our own family."

"Don't try to get too close to me."

Liu Wei wasn't buying it at all. He stood with his hands behind his back and looked at him coldly. "Yesterday I saw you walking unsteadily and looking dazed. You were just a good-for-nothing spoiled brat."

"My demands will only be stricter than my father's, so you'd better be prepared."

Jiang Che felt like a million grass mud horses were galloping through his mind.

Unsteady gait? Distracted gaze?

Dude, do you have X-ray vision?

How could you tell that?

Just as Jiang Che was preparing to have a proper debate with Liu Wei on this topic, a weak voice suddenly came from the side.

"Um... Instructor, when do we start?"

Jiang Che was taken aback and subconsciously turned his head to look.

Only then did they realize that a girl was standing in the shadows where the streetlights couldn't reach.

The girl was wearing a pink tracksuit, had her hair tied in a high ponytail, and was carrying two bottles of mineral water.

Because the light was too dim, and because Liu Wei, being a big guy, was blocking the view, Jiang Che hadn't seen that there was another person there at all.

In the dim morning light, Jiang Che could see the girl's face clearly.

I don't know if I don't see it, I'm startled when I see it.

He knew this girl; in fact, he was quite familiar with her.

"Liu Mengyao?"

Jiang Che raised an eyebrow in surprise. "What are you doing here?"