Chapter five hundred and fifty-eight someone calls
Han Chuchu's life was unexpectedly simple for Qin Anyi. After waking up early the next morning and having breakfast, Han Chuchu began to practice her voice in the living room on the second floor, interspersed with all kinds of unexpected things.
Role-changing performances, this kind of practice will last for a whole morning.
Although Qin Anyi has been training the bodyguards in self-protection in the courtyard of the villa, his extremely good ears can still hear the sounds in the villa clearly, which is a blessing for him for a while.
After what happened last night, the twelve bodyguards responsible for Han Chuchu's safety reluctantly accepted Qin Anyi's training requirements. Their skills were inferior to others and they had nothing to say. In this world, the most convincing person is always the fist.
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Dignity and honor can only be fought for with fists. Although there are various rules and regulations that seem to limit the relationship between people to the struggle for various rights, in fact, the essential things have always been
Nothing has changed. In the end, the decisive factor is still the fist!
Therefore, the twelve bodyguards obeyed Qin Anyi's advice without the slightest objection.
At noon, they continued to eat a large amount of jaw-dropping food. After the theoretical teaching in the morning, Qin Anyi asked the twelve bodyguards to review themselves and practice with each other in the afternoon.
As a result, when I returned to the villa, I saw Han Chuchu sitting on the sofa like the most ordinary home girl, eating snacks and watching various soap operas and entertainment programs...
Such a life-like performance made Qin Anyi feel that the distance between him and Han Chuchu had suddenly shortened a lot.
The almost perfect idol image that had been sketched in my mind collapsed in an instant.
But this feeling...is really good!
This mission was only to ensure the safety of Han Chuchu, and there were no other mission goals. Therefore, Qin Anyi had a considerable degree of freedom during the execution of the mission, and it was far less tense than the previous missions.
Basically, when Han Chuchu is fine, he is on vacation...
After playing with Barty for a while, Qin Anyi sat cross-legged in the hall on the first floor and began to meditate without making any noise. This would not disturb Han Chuchu's leisurely afternoon, but also ensure that he would be in the nearest room.
Protect Han Chuchu’s safety within a short distance.
Although his strength improved at an extremely rapid rate, which could be called a monster compared to others, with the help of the dream world, Qin Anyi did not suffer any mental instability, and his improvement was more like a step.
One step, a solid improvement.
The kind of meditation that Qin Anyi was doing at this time was a fake way of meditation simulated by Qin Anyi based on the principles of the dream world. The dream world has developed to this level and has become extremely dangerous, and Qin Anyi will instinctively react to it.
resist.
Since he did not dare to stay in the dream world for a long time again, Qin Anyi had to consider some compromise methods to maintain his improvement speed.
Meditation is an experiment.
For the whole afternoon, Qin Anyi sat cross-legged in the center of the living room. While watching TV, Han Chuchu occasionally turned around to see what Qin Anyi was doing, but when he turned around several times, he found that Qin Anyi was always sitting with his eyes closed.
It looks like the kind of inner martial arts practice described in martial arts novels.
So Han Chuchu quickly lost interest in Qin Anyi's behavior and focused on watching the various aspects of life on TV.
The more knowledgeable people are about performing, the more they like to watch other people's performances and discover or learn something from them.
Barty, on the other hand, lay obediently next to Qin Anyi. The peaceful and peaceful aura exuding from Qin Anyi's body, who was meditating, made him feel extremely comfortable.
It wasn't until dinner time that Qin Anyi slowly opened his eyes and recovered from the meditation. However, because he always had to devote part of his attention to paying attention to Han Chuchu's safety, the effect of the meditation was not complete.
As expected, according to this progress, without special stimulation, it may be difficult to reach the 50% unlocking threshold in one year.
The reactivation of Kirin is even further away.
When Qin Anyi opened his eyes, Batty, who had been lying at his feet all afternoon and seemed to have fallen into a deep sleep, also regained consciousness at the same time. He looked at Qin Anyi with wide eyes in confusion, and then leaned against Qin Anyi's body.
After sniffing, he probably found that the comfortable breath suddenly disappeared, so Barty looked quite confused.
After a few sniffs to no avail, Barty shook his head in dissatisfaction and lazily walked up the stairs to the second floor.
Qin Anyi looked at Badi's humanistic performance in surprise. He was really a little surprised. The intelligence of this Tibetan mastiff seemed to be far beyond that of ordinary mastiffs. The spirituality and understanding of human speech displayed were far beyond that of other animals.
If it can be compared, if nothing else, at least the dog raised by Han Chuchu is truly a spiritual creature.
"How old is Barty?" Qin Anyi asked curiously as soon as he sat down at the dining table.
"I'm twelve years old. It was a birthday gift given to me by the old man at home when I first entered the entertainment industry when I was eight years old. At that time, Buddy had just been born. It is said that the old man spent all his efforts and sold his huge face to get out of the entertainment industry.
I got it from Zangshou. Buddy’s parents are
There are only two real mastiffs with ancient bloodlines left in the world. I don’t know how many people worked hard to get Buddy’s parents to mate. But by Buddy’s generation, pure-blood dogs have enough
The aggressive mastiff is left on its own."
Han Chuchu pursed her lips and said with some emotion: "Both Buddy's parents passed away five years ago, so now Buddy can be considered a unique existence."
"Twelve years old? According to the age of a dog, twelve years old is equivalent to about seventy years old for humans, right? How can it still be so energetic?" Qin Anyi didn't know much about dogs, and suddenly heard that Batty was twelve years old.
, couldn’t help but be even more surprised.
"Bati is not a real dog. It has the blood of half a beast. An ordinary Tibetan Mastiff can basically live to be around sixteen years old, but a pure-blooded one like Bati can live to be over twenty years old, so
The current age is actually only Barty's prime, and his parents both died when he was twenty-two years old."
"It's body is full of vitality and its breath is surging. It doesn't look like it can only live for twenty years. If nothing happens, I'm afraid Barty can live to at least thirty years old." Qin Anyi recalled Barty's humane expression just now.
He looked at the Snow Mastiff who was holding a large bowl of bloody meat and bones and munching on it, and said with admiration.
While the two were talking, Han Chuchu's cell phone suddenly rang.
Qin Anyi was a little surprised. This was the first time in a day and a half that he heard Han Chuchu's cell phone ring.
At the level of a national idol, even if the mobile phone number is not a state secret, it is not far away. The only people who can really know it must be extremely close people.
Han Chuchu looked at the caller number displayed on her phone, with a look of surprise on her face. She immediately stood up, left the dining table, and ran back to her bedroom to answer the call.
Qin Anyi raised his eyebrows, feeling a bit of a taste that he shouldn't have in his heart...