Zhao Linglan was driving a second-hand psionic sports car. It did not burn oil or charge. It only needed one unit of psionic energy to travel two thousand kilometers, and there was no residual exhaust gas.
When approaching the sports car, Yang Fan felt a little itchy and couldn't help but want to sit on the driver's seat, but Zhao Linglan kicked him and hit the passenger seat.
"You brat, how many times have I told you not to touch the steering wheel!"
Staring at Yang Fan angrily, Zhao Linglan got into the driver's seat and fastened her seat belt. At the same time, she signaled Yang Fan to fasten her seat belt.
"Why?" Yang Fan said unconvinced: "My driving skills are very good, you have to believe me!"
"I believe you. Last time, it was because I believed you that I let you drive the Q1 at home into the moat. It hasn't been fished out yet!"
Zhao Linglan glared at Yang Fan, then started the sports car skillfully. As soon as she accelerator, the sports car started smoothly on the road.
And this thing
Yang Fannuonuo was speechless and had no impression at all. Is it interesting to explain what happened when it happened
It has to be said that the psychic sports car is not only stable in performance, but also very fast. It only took less than ten minutes for them to stop smoothly in front of Yang's Restaurant on Anping Street.
The hotel is not big, with only two facades on the left and right. Since it is not a restaurant, it is empty inside with no diners.
After Zhao Linglan and Yang Fan walked in from the outside, a "Welcome!" came from the direction of the kitchen, and then the door curtain was lifted, and a kind and smiling face poked out from inside.
Yang Fan’s father, Yang Chaoqun.
The third generation heir of the Yang family restaurant, a cook who has the strength of a martial artist but has never gone out of the city to hunt monsters.
Seeing Zhao Linglan and her son entering the door, Yang Chaoqun's smile became even bigger: "It turns out it's my eldest son who's back. He's back just in time. Come in and help me. Your favorite omelette noodles will be out soon." It’s a pot!”
Seeing the generous and loving smile on Yang Chaoqun's face, Yang Fan felt warm in his heart and said, "Dad, our school is doing a simulation today..."
"Okay, okay, why bother with school matters? What's important now is eating noodles, come in quickly and help!"
Yang Chaoqun interrupted Yang Fan's words, not wanting to expose his son's scars. Anyway, he had never expected how powerful his son's martial arts training would be. What he cared about early on was his son's cooking skills.
As the fourth generation descendant of the Yang Family Restaurant, Yang Chaoqun has always hoped that his son could settle down and inherit his mantle.
What's wrong with being a cook? You don't have to worry about food and drink. Even if there is a war, you will be a full-fledged logistics worker in the army, and your safety factor is much higher than those cannon fodder charging into the battle.
It's a pity that Yang Fan doesn't let him worry. He has always wanted to pursue the pinnacle of martial arts. He wants to hunt monsters outside the city. Even after ten years of training, he is still a second-level martial artist and still refuses to give up.
I hope this mock test will make him realize the reality and willingly inherit their Yang family's restaurant.
"Yes, yes, let's not talk about the past anymore. Let's eat first!" Zhao Linglan gave Yang Chaoqun an appreciative look and pushed Yang Fan directly into the kitchen.
As soon as he entered the door, Yang Fan saw a petite figure lying on a table in the back, holding a big bowl and eating noodles.
"Brother, you're back. How was your exam?!"
Hearing the noise, the little girl turned around and gave Yang Fan a big smile, but the question she asked was a bit heartbreaking.
Yang Fan didn't pay attention to her question. He stared at this sister with his eyes, and his mind was in a trance. Isn't this the young disciple Yang Guo he took in Rongcheng? How did she come to reality and become his sister
Yang Fan shook his head vigorously, couldn't help but stepped forward, raised his hands, and pinched Xiao Yang Guo's two little cheeks hard. It was really weird, even the feeling was the same!
"Brother! Why are you pinching my face again? How many times have I told you that I have grown up and you are not allowed to pinch my face again!"
The little girl glared at Yang Fan angrily, stretched out her hands to open his hands, and protested seriously.
"Guoguo, why are you talking to your brother? Your brother wants to pinch your little face because he likes you. He doesn't care if someone else's sister wants to be pinched by him!"
Zhao Linglan winked at Yang Guo secretly, "This girl is really losing her eyesight. Isn't it great that she didn't see your brother's mood today?"
"Mom, you know how to favor boys over girls, hum!"
Yang Guo stuck out his tongue at Zhao Linglan mischievously, then blinked his big eyes and looked at Yang Chaoqun pitifully: "Dad, you saw it, my mother and my brother teamed up to bully me, you can't ignore it!"
Yang Chaoqun couldn't help but shook his head and chuckled: "You little spirit, is your brother bullying you? Why do I feel like you are bullying your brother on purpose?"
Yang Guo's face turned red and she made a face at Yang Chaoqun dissatisfiedly: "Smelly daddy, bad daddy, you bully me too, I'll ignore you!"
Yang Fan stared blankly at all of this. The size, appearance, voice, temper, and even the name were exactly the same. Could it be that the Yang Guo in Rongcheng was actually a fictional character he deliberately created based on the image of his sister
"Xiaofan, what's wrong with you? Isn't it because you don't even recognize your sister anymore?"
Zhao Linglan had been observing Yang Fan's expression. Seeing that his expression was different when he saw Yang Guo, she couldn't help but asked with some concern: "Is the impact of the virtual assessment not completely eliminated and the memory is confused?"
Hearing this, Yang Chaoqun and Yang Guo turned to look at Yang Fan in unison.
Yang Fan shook his head lightly: "The impact is still a little bit, but it's not a big problem, so you don't have to worry anymore. I'll probably recover after I go upstairs to take a nap later."
"That's right, eat first, and then go upstairs to sleep and have a good rest! You have never been exposed to a game mode with such a high degree of virtuality before, so it is inevitable that you will be a little uncomfortable. It doesn't matter. You will get used to it slowly. alright."
Yang Chaoqun nodded, whispered a few words of persuasion, and then started to open fire for Yang Fan. Within a few minutes, a bowl of steaming omelette noodles was brought to Yang Fan.
The bowl was a large ocean bowl with a wide opening. It was filled with golden noodles weighing five kilograms and a giant omelette that was as big as the edge of the bowl.
Yang Fan picked up the double-sided golden egg pancake in the bowl with his chopsticks. The saliva secretion in his mouth accelerated, and his stomach seemed to be getting hungrier.
"This time your Uncle Zhang and the others raided a turkey nest outside the city and seized two hundred-jin turkey eggs and a whole basket of normal eggs the size of a fist. For a long time to come, our store I won’t be short of eggs anymore.”
Yang Chaoqun's face was filled with a cheerful smile. As a qualified chef, he liked to see fresh ingredients fall into his bag, which meant that he could cook more delicious dishes for himself. My family and diners in the store went to taste it.
"Thank you dad, I'm starting!"
Yang Fan picked up the chopsticks and started to sit at the table and began to pull at the bowl of the ocean. His posture was the same as Yang Guo's posture when he was eating noodles.
Three minutes later, a large bowl of noodles went into his stomach. Then, he casually picked up the roasted pork that Zhao Linglan brought out and ate it without caring about the image.
These bacons are the rib meat of a second-level wild boar demon. They are fat and thin in alternations and full of aroma.
After eating only a small piece, Yang Fan's belly bulged slightly and he was completely full.
Apprentice level two quasi-warriors eat a lot, but that also depends on what they eat. If it is the flesh and blood of level one or level two monsters, only half a catty or two or three taels can satisfy them. A day’s food requirements.
However, the flesh and blood of monster beasts is expensive, and ordinary people cannot afford to consume it if they eat it every day.
That is to say, Yang Fan and his family have some spare money, and they can often take out some meat from low-level monsters to provide the Yang Fan brothers and sisters with their daily energy consumption.
"I'm full, let's go up and rest!"
Putting down the bowls and chopsticks, Yang Fan said hello to his parents, then stood up and walked out of the kitchen, directly going up the stairs to the second floor.
The same goes for Yang Guo. After Yang Fan left, she trotted back to her room to rest.
Zhao Linglan seemed to see through the little girl's little thoughts. When she was going out, she suddenly warned: "Don't tease your brother after you go upstairs. He is in a bad mood today and is not in good spirits. Remember to let him have a good rest!"
"I know, I know, mom scolds me every day, hum!" The little girl pouted and ran up the stairs dissatisfied.
After the two brothers and sisters left, Yang Chaoqun, who had been smiling all the time, suddenly dropped his smile and said to Zhao Linglan solemnly: "Honey, Xiaofan's mental state seems to be a little wrong. I know that the content of their mock exam today is What?"
Zhao Linglan said: "Act as the savior in "Salvation", save the human race, and restore the apocalypse. I once asked the teacher at school that basically every character in the game will have a golden finger that can turn corruption into magic. No matter what the character does in the game, he can get twice the result with half the effort, and he will rise all the way up."
"Xiaofan's current state is probably because after experiencing the powerful advantages of being a genius and protagonist in the virtual game, he began to doubt himself in reality, which is why he is so listless."
Yang Chaoqun twitched the corner of his mouth and said angrily: "It's just a small mock test. Why do those bastards from the Federal Bureau of Education insist on using such a highly virtual game? Isn't this deliberately forcing those who are not very talented? Do students suffer from low self-esteem and collapse?”
"Okay, what's the use of talking nonsense? Can you still change the decision of those Education Bureau bosses?" Zhao Linglan rolled her eyes at Yang Chaoqun angrily and said: "The top priority now is to find a way to get Xiaofan as soon as possible. Get rid of the psychological effects of the game.”
Yang Chaoqun waved his hand and said: "There is no need to be so anxious about this. My son's psychological quality is not that fragile. We should give him a little more confidence."
A young man who has survived three years in a South China martial arts school with the reputation of "the shame of South China". His psychological quality has long been tempered to be as tough as gold and steel. How could he be beaten by a virtual game life? Hit
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