……

The content he said was very common, but his speech was sincere and his feelings were sincere and came from the bottom of his heart.

Even Fang Ke, who was tied with him for the first place in civil and military affairs, couldn't help but applaud him.

"As expected of a martial arts champion who is as famous as me."

"That's right."

Zhang Yun rolled his eyes when he heard this: "A narcissist."

……

Six o'clock in the afternoon.

School is out - culture is more important than martial arts, students' time in school is shortened, and students spend more time practicing martial arts at home or outside.

Eat some food on the way.

After arriving home.

Fang Ke threw away his schoolbag, put on his practice clothes, and dove into the practice room.

On the treadmill and various equipment, Fang Ke sweated profusely.

He gritted his teeth.

The books in the day are gone.

The narcissism and fun in the eyes were replaced by strong perseverance.

One o'clock in the morning.

Fang Ke used up his last bit of strength and lay on the bed after taking a shower.

"Run forward! Face the cold looks and ridicule!"

"How can you feel the vastness of life without experiencing hardships!"

"Fate cannot make us kneel down and beg for mercy!"

"Even if blood is spilled all over my arms."

"Keep running..."

The cell phone rings.

Fang Ke shrank into bed, pretending to be sleepy.

"Mom..."

As soon as the video was connected, he rubbed the corners of his eyes and yawned.

"Why are you calling me so late? I almost fell asleep."

In the video.

Middle-aged men and women in combat uniforms lean together.

The man is strong and strong, with short hair, and looks very capable. He looks at the screen of his mobile phone with a bit of gentleness on his face.

He is Fang Ke’s father, Fang Aiguo.

The woman's appearance is similar to Fang Ke's, beautiful and gentle. She is Fang Ke's mother, named Xu Xiya.

Hearing Fang Ke's words, Fang's mother smiled softly: "What are you pretending to do with me? You just finished exercising, right? Have you made any progress recently?"

Fang Ke had a bright smile on his face: "Your son is a top scholar in liberal arts. He can be picked at random universities in various places. He has stopped practicing martial arts for a long time. If you two work hard, I will be a second-generation martial artist."

"Okay, okay." Mother Fang did not expose him again.

"Then just lie down. Your father and I are about to become military commanders. The sons of military commanders are enough for you to brag about."

"I know, I know." Fang Ke suddenly became a little irritable: "You guys can practice, I'm sleepy and died!"

The phone hangs up.

Fang Ke was lying on the bed, looking straight at the roof.

My parents are about to become military commanders.

That means they are going to the battlefield of all races.
Chapter completed!