287: Chapter 287: Gobi?
(First Update) 287: Chapter 287: Gobi?
(First Update) Zhang Fan looked at Weng Shuang’s knee-length cheongsam and couldn’t help but feel troubled.
My goodness, how do I carry her?
This is a cheongsam, big sister.
After circling around Weng Shuang, Zhang Fan decided to just carry her in his arms.
Immediately, Zhang Fan crouched down, scooped Weng Shuang up in a princess carry.
“Ah!”
Weng Shuang was startled by Zhang Fan’s sudden embrace.
The next moment, her cheeks flushed as she leaned into Zhang Fan’s chest.
Seeing this, Ye Yanran’s face turned unsightly.
Seeing Weng Shuang in such a docile manner, she had only one thought in her mind.
It’s over, it’s over, this girl is completely smitten.
Zhang Fan isn’t even that handsome!
With a surge of indignation, Ye Yanran went straight to the street corner, hailed a taxi, snatched Weng Shuang from Zhang Fan’s arms, and took her into the car.
“Come to my house for the treatment next time,” Zhang Fan said with a mischievous smile to Weng Shuang.
“Get lost…” Ye Yanran yelled angrily, immediately instructing the driver to drive away.
Having nothing else to do, Zhang Fan also went to buy a new phone, put in the SIM card, and then headed over to Hua Ling’s place.
The moment Zhang Fan appeared, Hua Ling and her group screamed in horror.
“Captain, didn’t you say this lunatic wouldn’t come?
How come he’s here again?
Oh God, can we even live?”
Hua Ling’s mouth twitched, How would I know?
“Now, I’ll train you in combat, come on,” Zhang Dongyang beckoned to Zhang Fan.
Firearms, for Zhang Fan, had reached a level of mastery, and Hearing Shadows, Zhang Fan was also highly skilled.
Initially, Zhang Dongyang planned to have him master these two skills in the coming months, but Zhang Fan’s learning speed made him start teaching combat earlier than planned.
Combat?
Zhang Fan was intrigued.
Especially thinking about how his dad beat up the fifth brother at Starlight Hotel with such fluidity, he was extremely envious.
Although he now knew Bone Separation Hand, Thunderclap Palm, and Butterfly Dance Step, when it came to fighting, he was still at a grade-school level.
“You guys come too,” Zhang Dongyang beckoned to Hua Ling’s group, and immediately, everyone started on the combat journey.
Initially, Hua Ling’s group wasn’t keen on the combat training; after all, as SWAT officers, they were quite competent in martial arts.
But after Zhang Dongyang had them dizzy after one round, the group immediately became interested.
And Zhang Fan was incredibly thrilled.
This was simply much more useful than Thunderclap Palm, which had to be used in combination with breathing techniques.
However, combat didn’t need that, you could exert perfect physical strength anytime, anywhere.
Moreover, his attributes could be enhanced at any moment.
Like taking one blood, breaking through physical limits, or taking Attribute Potion from the system lottery.
Especially the Bone Marrow Potion, one shot was an increase of +5 to All Attributes.
If luck was booming and he got ten shots, wouldn’t he be even more incredible than his dad?
After all, his current attributes weren’t far off.
Furthermore, he still had more than 90,000 Spiritual Value, which could multiply several times before he joined the army.
“Combat is learned by doing, not by watching,” Zhang Dongyang pulled Zhang Fan out and began a one-on-one confrontation.
The first time, Zhang Fan was knocked away with a punch after only two rounds.
In that instant he was knocked away, he had only one thought in his mind.
How is this possible!
After all, his attributes were not bad at all.
And during his dad’s steel ball training, his reaction speed had already become very fast.
However, he surprisingly lasted only two rounds.
There is always someone better, always a higher mountain.
At this moment, Zhang Fan finally understood this truth.
In the following days, Zhang Fan’s daily routine was to engage in sparring training with his dad at the training ground.
On the first day, he almost came home covered in bruises.
On the second day, he managed to last ten rounds against Zhang Dongyang.
By the tenth day, thirty rounds!
By the fortieth day, two hundred rounds!
On the fiftieth day, they fought for an hour without a clear winner.
Hua Ling and her group once again fell into an incredibly intense rhythm.
An hour, huh.
Damn it, up until now, under Zhang Dongyang’s hands, they couldn’t last ten minutes before being beaten to the ground looking for their teeth.
And that was even when Zhang Dongyang was holding back.
And Zhang Fan, damn it, was going all out.
Especially seeing Zhang Fan and Zhang Dongyang’s flesh-and-blood collision in the training ground, they felt like dying.
Damn, monsters!
Zhang Fan lay on the training ground, drenched in sweat.
Zhang Dongyang was also sitting on the ground, grimacing.
His eyes flickered with an incredibly complex expression.
With less than four months of training time, Zhang Fan’s strength had grown so much.
Fighting, gun skills, coupled with his monstrous physical ability, were already beyond what he could train.
Although he hadn’t yet returned to his peak state during his time in the Dragon Group, in these fifty days of actual combat training with Zhang Fan, his strength had already recovered eighty percent.
Eighty percent, what a concept, that was at least the strength of the Dragon Group’s reserve team.
At this moment, all he wanted was for Zhang Fan to enter the Dragon Group sooner, as probably only there could Zhang Fan improve further.
It was almost June now, and the college entrance exam was coming soon, with just two more months for potential improvement.
“Hua Ling, come here!” Zhang Dongyang beckoned.
“Instructor, what’s up!” Hua Ling walked over, feeling utterly exhausted.
“After the college entrance examination, I will take Zhang Fan to the Gobi for one last willpower training, which might last until September,” Zhang Dongyang said.
“The Gobi?” Hua Ling’s eyes bulged out.
Willpower training, damn, do they need to be this deadly?
If not careful, this could lead to death.
What if they encounter one of those legendary black storms?
How would they cope?
“Instructor, Zhang Fan is still just a kid,” said Hua Ling, her voice trembling.
“Hey, what do you mean ‘just a kid’, Hua Ling, let’s spar,” Zhang Fan stood up, his eyes emitting a sharp light.
“Get lost.” Hua Ling ignored Zhang Fan and kept staring intently at Zhang Dongyang.
“Coach, do you really want to do this?” Hua Ling asked.
“Might as well, idle as we are.
If we don’t give this kid a hard time now, he’ll get arrogant in these few months,” Zhang Dongyang said.
Hua Ling turned her head and looked at Zhang Fan with pity.
This kid really is arrogant!