After Fang Yuan and Ye Zheyu came out of the bar, they walked towards Ye Zheyu's house.

"How come you work in a bar?" Fang Yuan couldn't help asking.

"Don't you also work in the martial arts school?" Ye Zheyu asked back.

"Even if you work, you don't have to go to the bar to be a waiter, right?"

Ye Zheyu is an awakened person. If he wants to hang out with the Dragon Gate, he is actually much better than being a waiter.

However, he didn't want to become that person.

"My dad used to work in a bar and knew the manager there, so he asked me to go to the top shift. I could usually get some wine back for him."

"Get some wine?" Fang Yuan didn't understand.

Ye Zheyu explained: "My father lives with these two drinks now with the leftover wine from the guests."

Fang Yuan frowned and said, "That shouldn't be given a drink to him."

Ye Zheyu shook his head and said, "It's okay if he doesn't give it. Once he used alcohol to mix it with water, his eyes were almost blind..."

If alcohol is mixed with water, drinking blinds your eyes, this must be industrial alcohol.

Fang Yuan now understood how much his father had drunk alcohol, and he had already reached the point of fear of life.

"Your dad..."

Fang Yuan actually wants to say that such a father, forget it.

However, that was Ye Zheyu's father after all, and it was hard for outsiders to discuss.

"Actually, he didn't do this before. When he was a child, he taught me how to play guns. It was very good. However, later, he was diagnosed with drugs when he was a pee test for a competition... Forget it, let's not talk about this, I'll get some rice wine back."

Ye Zheyu said, then walked to a small shop next to him, made three or two of bulk rice wine, and took it home in plastic bags.

Fang Yuan knew that his father was a shooting athlete before and had won medals.

I didn't expect his family to become like this now.

No wonder he was hiding alone in the corner when he was invited to join the team for the first time.

At that time, I thought he was not sociable, but now it seems that it is actually due to inferiority caused by family.

The two walked to a dilapidated street in the old town.

Ye Zheyu pointed to the dark alley and said, "I'm home, you go back."

Fang Yuan stood at the entrance of the alley and said, "Don't go back to the bar, find some jobs. If it doesn't work, go to the martial arts hall to try it."

"Don't worry, I have a way." Ye Zheyu waved his hand and walked into the dark alley.

Fang Yuan shouted to him: "Longmen probably won't cause trouble for you. If they cause trouble, tell me."

"Thank you." Ye Zheyu waved his hand back and disappeared into the dark alley.

...

Ye Zheyu walked through the alley, walked into an old building, smeared upstairs, and opened his own door.

The house is as always, without turning on the lights, and it is pitch black everywhere.

He pressed the switch of the light, and the light tube flashed a few times before it turned on.

There was a slightly sloppy old man sitting on the ground, his back resting on the old sofa without moving.

Ye Zheyu poured the rice wine out of the plastic bag, put it in a large cup, and stuffed it into the old man's hand.

The old man then came to his senses, looked at Ye Zheyu with blurred eyes, and said, "There was rice cooked in the kitchen. I tried the water with my fingers. This time it must be cooked."

As he said that, he took a big sip of rice wine.

Ye Zheyu walked into the kitchen, took out two bowls of rice, took out a handful of pickled vegetables from the cupboard, tore them apart, and poured a little on both bowls of rice.

Then, I brought the rice out and put it on the coffee table.

"Let's have dinner first." Ye Zheyu took the rice wine from his father's hand, put it aside, and stuffed the chopsticks into his hand.

The old man started to scoop the rice and asked, "Did you practice guns today?"

“Practiced.”

"How many rings have you made?"

"Top 12, 561 rings." Ye Zheyu replied.

"Well, there are still many 9 rings, so you have to continue practicing." The old man pondered.

"Hurry up and have a meal."

Ye Zheyu buried his head in the rice and ignored his nagging.

Since he was in high school, life has been like this. He has long been used to it. There is nothing to be sad about and nothing to be angry about.

As for shooting, it's nonsense.

When practicing shooting, you can’t afford to buy bullets, not only the cost of the venue, but you can’t afford it.

Since he was in high school, he has only touched real guns in his dreams and martial arts classes.

However, his father's memory was still when Ye Zheyu was in junior high school.

I have to ask about gun practice every day.

The old man finished drinking three or two meters of wine, drank all the remaining half of the bottle at home, and then held a wooden pistol and began to aim around, his hands shaking like chicken feet.

In the past, he used to be a toy for his son, but now he is playing with this wooden pistol.

He glanced and chatted.

"Xiao Yu. The shooter must be stable, and the anger must be stable, and the heart must be stable. Just like back then, the Chinese man named Kim Jong, who was 7 rings ahead of me at first, but later he was chased back by his dad."

Ye Zheyu has heard this story more than three thousand times, once a day, for almost ten years.

Ye Zheyu took out a box from his schoolbag, opened it, and took out a glass tube inside.

This glass tube is the e-type star power injection for the first prize in actual combat assessment.

That day, everyone else in the team used Xingli Injection, but he was useless and quietly put it back in his schoolbag.

Because this Xingli Injection is too valuable.

If sold, you can immediately change your current living environment.

So, he kept hesitating.

"Xiaoyu, what are you looking at?" Ye's father asked in a daze.

"Xingli Injection."

"What Xingli Injection?"

"If you win the actual test, if you inject it, your astral power level may be upgraded to level 3."

"Then you use it quickly." Ye's father urged.

"You can get one million if you sell it." Ye Zheyu said.

"No, no, no, this cannot be sold, it will be difficult to buy it again after selling it. Nothing is important to upgrade the star power."

Although Ye’s father was half drunk and his mind was not good, some of the obsessions that had been engraved in his mind in his early years became the deepest memories.

Ye Zheyu looked at his father's turbid eyes. Although there were many hardships in life, he knew in his heart that his father loved him, which was why he had been with him until now.

He smiled and put Xingli Injection back into the box.

...

the next day.

After Fang Yuan arrived at the school, he began to copy superpowers in the school frantically.

The students in key high schools are not bad at all talent and have many top abilities.

When Fang Yuan saw good superpowers, he copied them and stored them in the superpower watch.

After saving all the supernatural watches, I went to the library to find Han Youwei and returned the watch-type star power storage device to her: "I will return it to you."

Han Youwei was stunned when she saw this Xingli watch and asked, "Don't you need it anymore?"

"Your thing is expensive and not easy to use. You can only store one kind of star power, which is too trash."

After Fang Yuan finished speaking, he looked into her eyes and muttered in his heart: Angry... Angry... Be angry... Be angry...

Han Youwei frowned, a trace of sadness flashed in her eyes, and she said, "Then I'll ask you next time to see if there is anything better."

Not angry at all?

Seeing that she was not angry, she was a little sad, Fang Yuan had to coax her and said, "I was kidding you, I have a better one. So I will give you this to you, and I have deposited my star power in it. How great is it to memorize you."

After hearing this, Han Youwei became happy. She stared at the black supernatural watch on Fang Yuan's hand and asked, "Where did you come from?"

"The Super Management Bureau helped to get ten storage units." Fang Yuan replied.

"How could the Super Administration Bureau help with this? If there are ten storage units, the cost is a bit exaggerated." Han Youwei was a little surprised.
To be continued...