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Zhou Wen didn't think that much. What others thought had nothing to do with him. He just wanted to get a good score in the practical test of the college entrance examination, and then enter a prestigious school, and then play games well, and find a job with contact after graduation. Work in a different dimension.
But there was one thing that made Zhou Wen a little concerned. He had never thought carefully about his defeat by An Jing before. After being reminded by Fang Ruoxi, he also felt that something was wrong.
Jing Jing is about the same age as him, maybe even younger, but he is probably already a legendary powerhouse. Although he is only one level behind, there is a world of difference between a mortal and a legend. There is almost no way for the mortal level to defeat the legendary powerhouse. possibility.
The most obvious sign is that only the legendary strong ones have the opportunity to obtain companion pets, while it is difficult for mortals to obtain companion pets. Even if they get companion eggs, they do not have enough energy to hatch them.
There are also many invisible hidden gaps. For example, after humans are promoted to the legendary level, they will awaken the legendary fate, which greatly benefits physical fitness and further widens the gap between the mortal level and the legendary level.
Unless there is some reason to take action, the average legendary powerhouse would not even bother to take action against a mortal-level student. However, Jing Jing took the initiative to challenge him, a mortal-level student, and transferred to another school and left not long after the challenge. No matter how you look at it, it looks like I came here specifically to beat him up.
"I have never left Guide Mansion when I have grown up. How could I offend someone like that? Could it be my father" Zhou Wen thought about it and it seemed that there was only one possibility.
Zhou Wen¡¯s mother died in childbirth when giving birth to him. He grew up in a single-parent family, and his father was very unreliable.
Zhou Wen¡¯s father is Zhou Lingfeng. Like his name, he is a man like the wind. Since the age of five, Zhou Wen has learned to live alone, and can also cook simple meals, wash clothes, take care of housework, and go to the supermarket to buy things.
And his unreliable father claimed that this was to cultivate his ability to survive as a man since childhood, and this was also his capital to find a wife in the future.
Although his unreliable father is very lazy, the only thing that makes Zhou Wen more gratified is that Zhou Lingfeng has never been short of his living expenses.
Zhou Lingfeng works as a translator and is proficient in multiple languages. When he was a child, he often received documents at home for translation. However, as the times progressed and the functions of translation software became more and more powerful, Zhou Lingfeng's work gradually became less and less.
Later, when Zhou Wen got a little older and became more independent, Zhou Lingfeng took on some on-site translation work and often went out, sometimes for a week or so, sometimes for two or three months.
This time it¡¯s even more outrageous. Zhou Wen hasn¡¯t seen him for half a year. If he hadn¡¯t transferred living expenses to Zhou Wen¡¯s account on time every month, Zhou Wen would have been worried that he might have died outside.
Because Zhou Lingfeng sometimes goes to some relatively remote areas, the communication situation there is very poor, and it is often impossible to contact him by mobile phone. Zhou Wen is used to it.
Even if he wasn't used to it, there was nothing he could do. Besides waiting for Zhou Lingfeng to come back, there was nothing he could do.
They are the only two men in the family, so Zhou Wen has little chance of offending someone like An Jing, so Zhou Wen is very suspicious that his father, Zhou Lingfeng, offended someone, and then they couldn't find Zhou Lingfeng, so they took it out on him as their son.
Zhou Wen has no confidence at all in his father¡¯s character. He is a fun-loving and fun-loving man who knows everything about eating, drinking and having fun. He often hangs out in bars and other places. In the past, he often got chased and beaten by men after hooking up with girls.
If it weren¡¯t for Zhou Wen¡¯s own strong survival ability, he doubted whether Zhou Lingfeng could have raised him alive.
Just as he was thinking about it, he suddenly heard the ringtone of his mobile phone. Zhou Wen, who was in a trance, was startled. He took out his ordinary mobile phone and saw that it was his father Zhou Lingfeng calling.
"You really get whatever you want." Zhou Wen quickly answered the phone. Just as he was about to say something, he heard Zhou Lingfeng's voice coming from the phone: "Son, I'm getting married. Do you want to come to my wedding?"
Fortunately, Zhou Wen didn't drink water, otherwise he would have had to spit out all the water.
"Are you married? Who are you married to?" Zhou Wen did not mind Zhou Lingfeng remarrying. After all, Zhou Lingfeng has been single for so many years. It is normal to find a partner, and after getting married, maybe he will not be as unreliable as he is now. Well, maybe it¡¯s a good thing.
"I'll send you the photo of my little sweetheart." Zhou Lingfeng said. Before Zhou Wen could say anything, he hung up the phone and sent a photo.
Zhou Wen took a look at the photos on his phone.?, I saw that it was a photo of Zhou Lingfeng and an older woman. The woman looked like she was in her thirties at most. She was elegant and beautiful, with a pretty good temperament. Different from the so-called beauties on the Internet, this woman had a kind of Intellectual beauty, and an indescribable unique temperament.
"How's it going? Is the new mother I found for you good? Her name is Ouyang Lan." Zhou Lingfeng dialed the phone again and said proudly.
"That's good, but she's not my mother." Zhou Wen said.
Although he doesn't mind Zhou Lingfeng remarrying, he is already that old and has no intention of recognizing another mother. Anyway, Zhou Lingfeng is not usually at home. He is used to living alone, and the woman may not welcome him as a dragster. Everyone It's good for everyone to live their own lives.
"My wife is, of course, your mother. This is a fact that cannot be denied. By the way, son, my wedding will be in a few days. You must come to attend?" Zhou Lingfeng said nonchalantly, as if he didn't care about anything. Don't take it to heart.
"Where? What time?" Zhou Wen asked.
"Luoyang, about a week later." Zhou Lingfeng said.
"The college entrance examination will be in a few days. The time you mentioned happens to be the time for the actual test. I plan to take the actual test. There is a time conflict and I can't go if I want to." Zhou Wen said helplessly.
He is willing to go to the wedding, but he really can¡¯t go this time.
"Time flies so fast, you are about to take the college entrance examination." Zhou Lingfeng obviously didn't remember this incident at all, and he sighed a few words after hearing it.
Zhou Wen didn¡¯t have much expectations for Zhou Lingfeng, but he was still a little disappointed when he heard this. He was afraid that Zhou Lingfeng had even forgotten that he graduated from high school this year.
"Dad, did you know that there is an iron biscuit box in the cloakroom at home?" Zhou Wen suddenly asked.
"Biscuit box? What biscuit box?" Zhou Lingfeng asked doubtfully.
"It's just a box made of iron biscuits with a side length of about 30 centimeters, and a cartoon bear pattern on it" Zhou Wen described the characteristics of the biscuit box in detail.
"That's the box of Little Bear biscuits. I used to eat them when I was a kid, but that brand of biscuits has long been gone on the market. Our biscuit box may have been left over from the past. Why do you ask?" Zhou Lingfeng said. .
"There is a mobile phone inside that bear biscuit box. Did you put it in?" Zhou Wen's heart beat slightly faster, because that mobile phone was the mysterious mobile phone he got. (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com