"No, not at all." Yang Feng shrugged and said casually, "You go to sleep first, I'll let you play on your phone tomorrow."
"Ah—you cheated! You secretly bought a cell phone! Be careful, I'll tell Mom, and she'll smash you with a cucumber!"
Yang Lianqing puffed out her cheeks angrily and called out in a sweet voice.
"Whatever, but if you dare tell Mom, don't ever touch my phone again."
Yang Feng released his sister's face, stood up, and said calmly.
After saying that, Yang Feng turned and walked outside, his clothes soaked through, making him feel very uncomfortable.
I took a hot shower in the bathroom, changed my clothes, and then went to my room.
After a long day, Yang Feng looked tired and lay on the bed, listening to the patter of rain outside the window.
I habitually reached for the small table, picked up the iPhone 6, and as soon as the screen lit up, I saw a bunch of comments.
The interface is still the room where my sister is live streaming.
Yang Feng only glanced at it briefly before closing the app. He was reluctant for his sister to do live streaming, since she was still a minor.
It must be said that this phone is indeed exquisite and beautiful, with a thin body, rose gold color, and comfortable feel.
Yang Feng opened his phone's photo album, scrolled through it for a while, and then burst into tears...
I will wait for you —
The next day, early morning.
As the first rays of warm sunlight streamed into the room, Yang Feng sat up and gently opened the window. The air after the rain carried the faint scent of damp earth. He took a deep breath, which slightly eased the oppression in his heart.
"How about a lottery this early in the morning? You've completed yesterday's rescue mission and received 30 scrolls."
Just as Yang Feng turned to walk towards the small living room, a dreamlike voice appeared in his mind.
"Okay, let's have one." Yang Feng nodded and walked towards the living room.
The next moment, a huge roulette wheel appeared in Yang Feng's eyes, and the golden pointer began to spin rapidly.
Buzzing—
Finally, the pointer slowly stopped at a special type.
"Ding! Experience points gained!"
Yang Feng was somewhat disappointed, as it was another experience point, so he immediately added it to his medical skills.
His medical skills have been upgraded again, reaching the Grandmaster level!
A flood of medical memories rushed into Yang Feng's mind and were firmly etched into it.
Yang Feng began to slowly digest the information, and soon went from learning to mastering it. He discovered that the master-level medical skills had surpassed the medical knowledge of this world, and could even revive withered flowers, plants and trees.
It feels a bit fake.
He has a 90% chance of curing any terminal illness on Earth, as long as the patient hasn't already died from the disease.
"Damn it, I just don't believe it, I keep getting experience points."
Yang Feng was unwilling to give up, and with a thought, he started the lottery again.
He stared at the illusory roulette wheel before his eyes, the pointer spinning rapidly across five zones.
"Skill type, lifestyle type, occupation type, special type, technology type..."
Then, the golden pointer gradually came to a stop in the area above the special type.
"Hey, wait a minute! Move forward a little!"
Ultimately, the pointer got stuck right between the special type and the skill type.
"What the hell is going on?"
Yang Feng was puzzled, his head full of question marks.
Just then, a voice came from Yang Feng's mind. It wasn't the gentle, starlight-like voice, but the cold, mechanical voice of the system.
"Ding, you have acquired the skill: Tai Chi."
Yang Feng's lips froze, his face filled with utter bewilderment.
Does drawing Tai Chi mean I should go to People's Square to learn Tai Chi from the elderly?
Suddenly, a stream of memories flowed into Yang Feng's mind like water, and a great deal of Tai Chi knowledge poured in.
Nourish your body internally and ward off evil externally.
A martial art technique that uses softness to overcome hardness.
Yang Feng was filled with emotion. He realized that Tai Chi could be used in combat. Now, combined with the combat awareness of his mercenaries, their combat power should be greatly enhanced.
But one question puzzled him: could practicing this set of boxing techniques help him develop strength and internal energy?
A thought suddenly occurred to Yang Feng: Could practicing this fist technique continuously improve his martial arts level?
"Brother, brother, phone, phone, hurry up and give me my phone, I want to play." Just as they entered the small living room, the little sister, with a toothbrush still in her mouth, hopped over and kept shaking Yang Feng's arm.
"Stop shaking me, my eyes are blurry." Yang Feng shook off his sister's little hand. "Finish washing up first."