Oh no! I've only been a freshman and I've already been targeted by a mean upperclassman.

Yan Zhen picked up the walnuts again and started fiddling with them very quickly.

"What's your name?"

"Li Chen".

"What do you do at home?"

"An ordinary family, both parents are employees."

What year are you in?

"Freshman year".

Yan Zhen frowned: "Freshman? Two years younger than Xi Xi?"

"A woman three years older than her husband is auspicious; being two years younger is just right."

Li Chen answered smoothly.

Yan Zhen felt like he was about to have a stroke from angering this kid.

He's completely unresponsive!

She won't listen to either soft or hard approaches!

The key is that he really can't do anything to this kid, since his daughter likes him.

But as an old father, he couldn't swallow his anger when he saw the cabbage he had worked so hard to raise being eaten by pigs.

We need to test this kid's abilities.

If you don't even have the ability to protect yourself, how will you protect Xixi in the future?

Yan Zhen's eyes flickered slightly, and he gave Old Zhang, who was standing at the door, a wink.

Old Zhang has followed Yan Zhen for twenty years; he understands him with just a glance.

Although he had some doubts and felt that this kid was weird, he couldn't disobey his boss's orders.

"Mr. Li."

Old Zhang closed the door and came over.

He had a smile on his face, but his steps were heavy.

"I heard that college students nowadays have to undergo military training, including practicing military boxing?"

Old Zhang walked behind Li Chen and put a hand on his shoulder.

"I'm a rough man, but I know a thing or two. I'd like to practice with Mr. Li and exchange some skills."

Before he could finish speaking...

Old Zhang suddenly tightened his grip on Li Chen's shoulder.

This grab used hidden force.

If it were an ordinary person, their shoulder blades would be sore from being pinched so much by now, and half of their body would be numb.

Yan Zhen stared at Li Chen, wanting to see him beg for mercy or scream in agony.

however.

Li Chen remained completely still.

He even picked up his teacup and took another sip.

"Old Zhang, right?"

Li Chen put down his teacup, his voice steady.

"You didn't use enough force."

Old Zhang's expression changed.

He felt as if he was squeezing a piece of iron plate, not meat.

Moreover, the muscles in Li Chen's shoulders tensed up instantly, generating a very strong rebound force.

Old Zhang refused to believe it and formed his fingers into claws, trying to pry open Li Chen's collarbone.

In that very instant.

Li Chen made a move.

There were no fancy moves.

He simply turned his body slightly to the side, and his left hand shot out with lightning speed, precisely grabbing Old Zhang's wrist.

Jeet Kune Do, sealing hand.

Immediately afterwards, he thrust his right elbow backward.

Instant strike!

"Bang!"

A muffled thud.

The elbow struck Lao Zhang squarely in the ribs.

Old Zhang felt a tremendous force strike him, as if he had been hit by a car, and he fell backward uncontrollably.

He stumbled back five or six steps until he bumped into the door frame and stopped.

His face was deathly pale, and he clutched his ribs, sweating profusely from the pain.

The whole process took less than two seconds.

The tea room was deathly silent.

Yan Zhen dropped a walnut from his hand, which rolled under the table.

He stared wide-eyed at Li Chen, who remained seated in his chair, not even moving an inch.

What just happened?

Old Zhang is a retired special reconnaissance soldier!

He was actually defeated in one move by this kid?

Li Chen stood up and straightened the slightly wrinkled collar of his hoodie.

He turned around, looked at Old Zhang who looked like he'd seen a ghost, and smiled.

"Thank you for your concession."

Then, he looked at Yan Zhen, who was still in a daze.

"Uncle Yan, is this what you meant by... communication?"

Yan Zhen snapped out of his daze, picked up the walnuts from the ground, and coughed twice to cover his embarrassment.

"Ahem... Well, Old Zhang is getting old, and his legs aren't very strong."

Old Zhang stood at the door, on the verge of tears.

Boss, it's my ribs that hurt, not my legs!

Yan Zhen re-examined Li Chen.

This time, the disdain in his eyes was gone, replaced by a hint of seriousness and an undisguised...admiration.

This skill is definitely not just for show.

Quick, accurate, ruthless.

It takes more than ten years of dedicated training to achieve this level of skill.

"Have you trained before?"

Yan Zhen asked.

"I just practiced it randomly with the older folks in my family."

Li Chen said casually, "For self-defense."

"A good self-defense technique."

Yan Zhen burst into laughter, his laughter hearty and cheerful.

"Okay! This is interesting!"

"There aren't many young people these days who can fight as well as you."

"sit!"

This time, Yan Zhen personally picked up the teapot and poured Li Chen a cup of tea.

The difference in treatment is like night and day.

Li Chen wasn't arrogant; he accepted the teacup with both hands and said, "Thank you, Uncle."

Yan Zhen looked at him and found him more and more pleasing to the eye.

He's handsome, tight-lipped, bold, and a good fighter.

The key is to treat Xixi well.

What happened at the mall just now, although it was heartbreaking, also shows that this guy cares about his daughter.

"Li Chen."

Yan Zhen's tone softened considerably, even becoming somewhat kind (although his face appeared somewhat ferocious).

"Since Xixi has chosen you, I won't say anything more."

"But let me make this clear from the start."

Yan Zhen's expression turned serious, and his aura as a powerful figure returned.

"I only have one daughter."

"If you dare to make her suffer, or betray her..."

"You don't need to lift a finger."

Li Chen interrupted him, put down his teacup, and looked directly at Yan Zhen.

"If I've wronged her, I'll break my own legs."

The room was silent for a few seconds.

Yan Zhen stared into Li Chen's eyes.

Clear and open.

Without a single impurity.

After a while, Yan Zhen slapped the table.

"good!"

"He's a real man!"

"Old Zhang! Go tell the kitchen to get this kid two of those... Australian lobsters to take away!"

Old Zhang, still clutching his ribs at the door, said, "...Yes, boss."

Li Chen was taken aback for a moment: "Uncle, is that really necessary? I've already eaten."

"Take it!"

Yan Zhen glared, "Take it back for Xixi! She loves that!"

"Okay, then."

Li Chen immediately changed his tune, "Thank you, Dad... uh, thank you, Uncle."

The word "Dad" that almost slipped out of Yan Zhen's mouth nearly made the walnut in his hand fly away again.

He waved his hand with a dark expression, yelling, "Get out! I hate seeing you!"

Li Chen, holding his car keys and carrying the two enormous lobsters that Lao Zhang had packed, walked out of Tingtao Pavilion with a satisfied expression.

Watching the Audi drive away.

Yan Zhen stood by the second-floor window and sighed.

"Boss, this kid... he's hiding his true abilities."

Old Zhang walked over, rubbing his ribs, with a wry smile on his face. "If that elbow strike had been just a fraction harder, my ribs would be broken."

"He went easy on me."

Yan Zhen looked out the window, his expression complex.

Jeet Kune Do, the power of the inch.

"This kid's family background is probably no less than ours."

"but……"

Yan Zhen smiled.

"As long as he treats Xixi well, who cares about his background?"

"I, Yan Zhen, approve of this marriage."

……

It was almost five o'clock when I got back to school.

Li Chen parked the car and carried the two large lobsters back to dormitory 302.

Push open the door.

Wang Qiang was eating instant noodles while lying on the table, Chen Mo was reading a book, and Zhao Zixuan was polishing shoes.

Upon seeing Li Chen enter, the three of them looked up simultaneously.

Then, everyone's eyes were fixed on the two huge insulated boxes in his hands.

Holy crap!

Wang Qiang threw down his fork and lunged forward, exclaiming, "What's this? A lobster?!"

"This is huge?!" Zhao Zixuan exclaimed in surprise. "Old Li, did you rob the seafood market?"

Li Chen put the box on the table.

"It was a gift from my future father-in-law."

"puff--"

Chen Mo spat out a mouthful of water.

"Father-in-law? Yan Xi's dad?"

"Isn't it a bit too fast for you to meet the parents? Like you're on a rocket?"

Li Chen took off his coat, lay down on the bed, and let out a long sigh of relief.

"Don't even mention it."

"I almost didn't make it back."

He rubbed his slightly sore wrists.

That short, sharp strike, though it looked effortless, was actually quite strenuous.

"but……"

Li Chen looked at the ceiling, a smile playing on his lips.

"It seems like this relationship is set in stone."