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Today is Li Xiaohua's birthday.

However, the birthday girl didn't seem very happy. She was blocked behind Grandma Zhang and could only peek out to secretly look at her father standing opposite Grandma Zhang.

"Mom, it's Xiaohua's birthday today, so I wanted to take her to the park. It's been a long time since I celebrated her birthday together, and we rarely get together..."

The man pleaded with a pained expression, seemingly unconcerned that he might appear somewhat undignified in front of his daughter.

"We rarely get together? Is it my fault we rarely get together? If you hadn't borrowed money to gamble and gotten detained, would we have gotten together so infrequently?" Granny Zhang said coldly, repeatedly, "Get out! Get far away from me!"

She seemed to have completely lost all hope in her son, making no attempt to hide the disgust in her eyes.

"Grandma..." Li Xiaohua shook Grandma Zhang's arm, her voice trembling with tears, and whispered, "Grandma, don't be angry..."

Seeing Shen Xing approach, Shen Yuan seemed to have mustered some courage and said, "Grandma...why don't you want to hear what Xiao Hua has to say? After all, it's her birthday today..."

Hearing the voice, the man opposite looked up in surprise and looked at Shen Yuan with grateful eyes.

At this moment, Granny Zhang, who was still angry, calmed down a bit. She turned around and saw Li Xiaohua, who was frightened by her and whose eyes were red. Her heart softened immediately.

Looking up at her grandmother, perhaps emboldened by Shen Yuan holding her hand, Li Xiaohua stammered, "Grandma... I... I want to go to the park with Daddy..."

Li Xiaohua did miss her father. Perhaps her father was a gambling addict, but in Li Xiaohua's memory, her father had never beaten or scolded her. Although her mother often ate plain porridge when she was still alive, her father would occasionally take her out to eat something delicious when he earned money.

A child in the early grades of elementary school cannot understand things that are too complicated.

She didn't know the source of her grandmother's hatred for her father, nor did she know how many times her grandmother had experienced disappointment until she gave up completely. She didn't want her grandmother and father to argue, and she also wanted to play with her father more.

Seeing that Granny Zhang seemed to be hesitating, Shen Yuan said, "Grandma, if you're really worried, I can go with you. I promise to bring Xiaohua back before nine o'clock tonight."

Hearing Shen Yuan's words, Granny Zhang sighed deeply. She reached out and rubbed Li Xiaohua's head, then looked up at Shen Yuan and shook her head: "Don't follow."

Grandma Zhang turned around, glared at the man, and said in a low, cold voice, "If I don't see Fatty back before nine o'clock, I'll call the police."

"Thank you, Mom, thank you, thank you Xiaoyuan and Axing, come here, Xiaohua..." The man smiled, picked up Li Xiaohua who rushed towards him, spun her around once, put her down, and took her hand.

"My luck has turned around, I knew my luck had turned..."

The man smiled and muttered something to himself.

He held Li Xiaohua's hand with his left hand, picked up the crudely made child mannequin next to the shop with his right hand, tucked it under his arm, and walked towards the end of the street.

Li Xiaohua had already stopped crying and started laughing. She skipped along as she walked, looking very happy.

"I thought he would behave better after we got married," Grandma Zhang sighed, turning to look at Shen Xing and Shen Yuan, her voice weak. "I'm sorry, I've made you laugh at me again."

"No, no..." Shen Yuan didn't dare to say anything more at this moment. "Grandma, I'm going back to eat now."

Shen Yuan still felt a little guilty in front of Granny Zhang, after all, Granny Zhang originally did not want Li Xiaohua to go with her father, but Shen Yuan had her own selfish desire to reunite Li Xiaohua with her father.

However, considering the outcome, Li Xiaohua was able to have a very happy birthday today, so Shen Yuan felt it was all worthwhile.

After saying goodbye to Granny Zhang, Shen Xing followed Shen Yuan on the way home. Judging from her light and quick steps, Shen Yuan was in a good mood today.

In terms of personality, Shen Yuan is just like her adoptive father, Shen Jingwei, with a strong sense of justice and responsibility. They often do things that are "meddlesome." However, unlike Shen Yuan, her adoptive father is more tactful in everything he does.

Like father, like daughter.

Shen Xing also wanted to get home as soon as possible.

Because just as they were arguing, Shen Xing felt a slight throbbing in his left arm, like the prelude to a cramp, accompanied by a slight burning sensation.

Did spending 5 PM at the school clinic today cause the [0111] in my arm to mutate further?

After returning home, Shen Xing put the vegetables and meat in the kitchen. Instead of starting to cook, he went straight back to his room and took out a notebook and a hand gripper from his handbag.

Shen Xing is right-handed, and his dominant hand is also his right hand. Whether he is lifting heavy objects or moving things, he can intuitively feel that his right hand is stronger.

He picked up the electronic hand gripper with his right hand, intending to test the strength of his right hand, which was not parasitized by [0111].

Shen Xing exerted force with his right arm, his skin bulging slightly as he gripped the hand gripper tightly for about three seconds.

"call......"

Shen Xing hadn't specifically trained, but years of using bone saws and moving corpses should have given him a strength level higher than that of an average adult male.

He looked at the numbers displayed on the electronic hand grip strengthener and wrote them down in his notebook.

[51.5KG]

He's average, not exactly weak, but not exceptionally strong either. However, among ordinary people who don't deliberately train, he's probably at a relatively high level.

Shen Xing switched the hand gripper to his left hand, rested for a while, calmed his breathing, took a deep breath, and suddenly exerted force with his left hand.

Three seconds later, Shen Xing relaxed the hand gripper and looked at the numbers on it.

[59KG]

Is it that much stronger than the right hand?

【0111】......The muscle fused into his left arm, besides helping him recover from his injuries quickly, could actually enhance his strength?

And it improved so much in just one day...

Is it because of the type of muscle? The muscle I picked out is a smaller version of the flexor digitorum superficialis, which is exactly the core muscle responsible for the "grip" action when the fingers flex.

Moreover, my right hand was sore from the sudden exertion, but my left hand felt completely sore.

If I keep absorbing these mutated muscles, won't I turn into Superman...?

Shen Xing put his thoughts aside and got up to prepare dinner.

Tonight, he will reopen his arm to test the limit of how well his left arm can heal and record the time it takes for his arm to become hot.