When I first entered high school, the system insisted that I was destined to be an emperor in my lat

At this moment, in the living room.

Jiang Feng continued to massage his father.

His seemingly casual kneading actually cleverly incorporated the profound meaning of sorting out tendons and bones from the Eight Desolations Prison Suppression Technique, as well as the essence of the Heavenly Gang Qi and Blood Hammering Method!

Of course, for my father, who has an average physique, he reduced the intensity of his technique several times, focusing mainly on the strained muscles and acupoints.

at the same time!

He also transformed his blood and qi into a gentle flow of heat, which he slowly injected into Jiang Jianguo's damaged lower back muscles through his fingertips!

In just a few minutes.

Jiang Jianguo, who had been lying on the sofa grimacing in pain, gradually let out a long, comfortable sigh.

My son's hands seem to possess magical powers.

Warm currents enveloped my aching muscles.

The half-hour massage ended.

"Dad, try standing up."

Jiang Feng withdrew his hand and wiped the fine sweat from his forehead.

Jiang Jianguo tentatively twisted his old back, then stood up from the sofa!

"Amazing!"

He walked around the living room twice, and even exaggeratedly did two big Yangko dances, his face full of surprise!

"Son! My sprain is completely healed! It doesn't hurt at all!"

"That's impressive! Where did you learn this technique?"

When Liu Aifang came out carrying the dishes, she was so surprised to see her husband jumping around like nothing had happened that she opened her mouth wide in astonishment.

"Hey, I learned a few massage techniques to relax muscles and improve blood circulation during my martial arts class at school today."

Jiang Feng explained with a smile.

Jiang Jianguo paused for a moment, scratched his sparse hair, and blurted out instinctively, "What the hell?"

"Did you switch your martial arts class in Class 4 to teaching massage techniques?"

The atmosphere immediately became somewhat awkward after these words were spoken.

Liu Aifang glared at Jiang Jianguo with annoyance.

"Can't you speak properly?!"

Jiang Jianguo realized he had said something wrong and touched a nerve with his son. His face flushed, and he coughed awkwardly twice, trying to make amends.

"Ahem... Well, actually, learning a skill is a good thing."

"This shows our son has good practical skills!"

"Even if I don't get into a martial arts university, with my amazing massage skills, I'll definitely have no trouble finding a job as a massage therapist at a high-end spa!"

Liu Aifang rolled her eyes in anger and waved the spatula in her hand.

"Jiang Jianguo!"

"If you can't speak properly, then shut up!"

"My son is so handsome, such a talented man!"

"Does this mean I'll have to work in a massage parlor and grovel to serve people from now on?!"

Jiang Feng pulled out a chair, sat down, smiled, and said nothing; he wasn't angry at all.

He knew his father's straightforward and clumsy personality all too well.

If they had even a little bit of emotional intelligence and knew how to flatter, they would have been promoted to management long ago.

Just as the family was preparing to eat.

Shen Weilan looked up at Jiang Jianguo and Liu Aifang and said, "Uncle Jiang, Aunt Liu."

"There's something I forgot to tell you."

"Jiang Feng... has been promoted to our elite class today."

"ah?!"

"Clang!"

This sudden news came like a thunderclap.

Liu Aifang's soup spoon fell into the bowl, and the piece of meat that Jiang Jianguo had just picked up also slipped onto the table.

The elderly couple stared wide-eyed at Shen Weilan and Jiang Feng, their faces filled with disbelief.

Jiang Feng had originally planned to announce it at his mother's birthday banquet in a couple of days.

However, since Wei Lan had already brought it up in advance, he decided to lay his cards on the table.

"That's right, Principal Gao thought I had extraordinary bone structure and strong willpower, and that I was a promising talent."

"He valued me highly, so he made an exception and allowed me to transfer to the elite class to prepare for the college entrance examination together."

"Ouch!"

After a brief moment of stunned silence, Liu Aifang suddenly screamed!

"Thank God! Our Xiaofeng actually got into the elite class!"

She was so excited that her face turned bright red, and she repeatedly clasped her hands together in prayer.

however.

Compared to his wife's fervor, Jiang Jianguo frowned upon hearing the news, a hint of seriousness and worry flashing in his eyes.

But when he saw his two children happily eating, he swallowed the words that were on the tip of his tongue.

Liu Aifang kept serving food to Jiang Feng and Shen Weilan almost non-stop.

The elderly couple didn't touch a single piece of the herbivorous pork they bought at a special price at the supermarket today; they stuffed it all into Jiang Feng and Shen Weilan's bowls.

……

After dinner.

Jiang Feng and Shen Weilan changed into their training clothes and prepared to go downstairs to the neighborhood to digest their food, and then go to the Fierce Tiger Martial Arts Hall to train until evening.

I heard the "click" of the door closing.

Liu Aifang, who had been all smiles as she cleared the dishes, suddenly frowned, slammed the rag on the table in dissatisfaction, and complained to Jiang Jianguo, "Old Jiang! Have you taken the wrong medicine today?!"

"My son finally got noticed by the principal and was admitted to the elite class. This is a joyous occasion that brings honor to the whole family!"

"Why did you have such a long face at the dinner table?!"

"Are you deliberately trying to upset your son?!"

Jiang Jianguo sighed heavily and extinguished the half-smoked cigarette in the ashtray.

"Aifang, you're usually such a shrewd person, why are you so confused today?"

"You should think carefully about what kind of background our son has."

"What makes him qualified for the elite class?!"

His question left Liu Aifang stunned.

She instinctively wanted to say, "My son is just so outstanding!"

However, when she recalled her son's appalling martial arts results over the past three years, she was speechless and shut her mouth.

"I didn't dare to bring it up at the dinner table."

"Why does the new university president value our son so much?"

"Is there even a need to guess?! It's definitely because of Wei Lan!"

"It must be that the principal is trying to give our son special treatment because of Wei Lan."

"Or...it was that girl Wei Lan who went to the principal's office and begged him to let Jiang Feng in!"

As Jiang Jianguo spoke, his face grew paler and paler, and his voice trembled slightly.

"But have you considered this? With your son's martial arts achievements, if he goes to the elite class, will he be able to integrate into that circle?!"

"I heard Wei Lan say that even the weakest of the thirty-odd people in the elite class are near-martial artists with a Qi and Blood value approaching 10.0!"

"Several young masters from wealthy and powerful families have even become first-rank martial artists!"

"And what about our son? His blood and qi score last month was only 6.1!"

"He'll just be laughed at and looked down upon by the whole class!"

"I'm very worried that my son will be traumatized if he goes there!"

"His personality has become much more cheerful and outgoing these past two days."

"It must be because he was transferred to the elite class, and he feels hopeful!"

"But you can't hide the truth forever!"

"Wait a few days, when he truly sees the gap between himself and those genius students, and even when he's ostracized by the entire class..."

"I'm afraid he won't be able to handle this change, and he'll become even more introverted than before, or even give up on himself!"

Upon hearing this, Liu Aifang dropped the rag in her hand with a "thud" to the ground.

Yup!

No wonder she said her son's personality had suddenly changed these past two days.

It turns out it was because he got into the elite class.

But if it's really as Jiang Zemin said...

What should we do about the son?

The thought of her son possibly suffering discrimination and bullying in the elite class made her heart ache as if it were being cut by a knife.

"Old Jiang! What... what should we do?!"

Jiang Jianguo suddenly stood up, as if he had made up his mind.

"There's no other way!"

"Make the most of the three months until the college entrance exam!"

"I'll take on more freelance work in the future!"

"Even if we have to sell everything we own, we'll buy these two children a few more bottles of qi and blood tonics!"

Upon hearing this...

Liu Aifang covered her mouth, tears streaming down her face, and nodded heavily.

"Great! I'll talk to the boss tomorrow and ask him to double the unloading time at the farmers' market!"