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"Did you read the novel again last night?" You Ling frowned as he stared at Fu Shiqi's dark circles.

"No, I just can't sleep." Fu Shiqi bent over to put on his shoes, not daring to look at You Ling's face, for fear that he would recall the dream from last night.

It seems that the novel's influence has not yet passed. You Ling rubbed his temples with some headaches, squatted down and said to Fu Shiqi: "Don't do morning exercises today, let's stretch for a formal fight."

You don't have to go to school on weekends, and even if you accidentally hit him hard, you can still go to class on Monday.

You Ling calculated well in his heart, but the expected cheers did not come.

Fu Shiqi put on his shoes, walked to the door stiffly, and rejected the proposal that made him very excited.

"Let's, um, run to warm up first." Although he really wanted to have a hearty fight, but now his mind was full of You Ling crying, he really couldn't do it.

"Alright." You Ling chased after warming up on the spot, and followed Fu Shiqi leisurely.

Fu Shiqi ran extraordinarily slowly today, as if he was deliberately delaying the time to pass the appointment.

You Ling quickly discovered his abnormality, and asked while running with some distress: "Erha, do you think I'm weak?"

Xiao Ruiming's novels are indeed very immersive. The character of Xiao Shou is tailor-made for him, but it doesn't have such a big influence on Erha.

Fu Shiqi shook his head decisively. He knew his destructive power, and You Ling was the only one who could restrain him.

"Then why do you think I'm the same weak person as in Xiao Ruiming's novel?"

Turning his head to look at the people around him, Fu Shiqi stopped to think about it seriously, and said hesitantly, "Probably...you all like to cry?"

???

What kind of confusing speech is this?

"How do you know that I love to cry?" You Ling was furious, obviously a few days ago he was thrown down the stairs by Fu Shiqi and entered the hospital without crying!

"When you couldn't beat me when you were young, you would secretly hide and cry..."

"You also know that was when you were a child." You Ling gritted his teeth. He especially wanted to open Fu Shiqi's head to see if there were all his embarrassing stories in it, so that his brain, which was already insufficient in memory, could not hold any knowledge in textbooks.

Speaking of this, Fu Shiqi suddenly remembered the first time he saw You Ling, hiding behind his parents in a small soft ball, panting after running for two steps, falling when climbing a tree, crying when it hurts and losing He kept on going, and continued to work hard after crying until he caught up with others. He was surprisingly competitive.

The two can be friends not because they share similar interests and cherish each other, but because of You Ling's desire to win and lose beyond ordinary people. He keeps working hard when he can't win, and the relationship becomes better without knowing it.

So why was he such a beast before, and he was able to deal with such a cute A Ling.

Fu Shiqi despised himself extremely, and silently decided in his heart to be doubled by A Ling, so he turned his head and said lovingly to You Ling: "I will never beat you again, and you don't need to hide and cry secretly."

"I think you want to die." You Ling no longer thought about how to help Fu Shiqi get rid of the influence gently, for being gentle to him was torturing himself.

Dragging Fu Shiqi to the boxing gym, he will let Fu Shiqi know who is his father today.

The two put on their armor and posed in a formal venue.

You Ling's strikes were fast and ruthless, making it overwhelming, but Fu Shiqi kept dodging, without any intention of attacking, and his eyes were a little helpless, as if he was playing with a vexatious child.

"attack!"

"Don't attack." Fu Shiqi is very principled, and he promised to be a good father... No, if he is a good brother who doesn't beat others, he will never fight back.

As soon as the words fell, he received a punch in the abdomen, which was so powerful that he took a few steps back.

The weak feeling in the head and You Ling finally separated.

weak?Does this have something to do with A Ling?If Ah Ling was included in the novel, those who bullied him would probably be beaten to the ground.

"Fuck, you are fucking serious." Fu Shiqi touched the part that was beaten just now, feeling faintly excited.

It's been a long time since they've had a real fight.

Fuck protection, the rules remain, whoever wins is the father.

"I've put on the protective gear, who will play house with you?" You Ling looked proud, "I didn't find so many teachers for nothing. I will be my father today!"

"It's not the last moment yet." Fu Shiqi opened his posture and began to speak harshly: "Last year you stayed up late to study, but I spent every day in the gym. Who needs me to tell you who is weak."

As a high school student, not only does he not study, but he goes to the gym from morning to night every day, what is there to be proud of!

You Ling who was ridiculed for the weak chicken was very angry, and rushed forward without saying a word. It was not yet decided who the weak chicken was until the last moment.

The fight lasted for several hours, and it was not over until the two fell to the ground gasping for breath from exhaustion.

Due to the continuous increase in the attack power of the furious You Ling, coupled with the decline in defense power caused by the opponent not sleeping well for two consecutive nights, he finally won the victory with an extremely slight advantage.

Sure enough, if you exercise less, your physique will become weaker, You Ling sighed leisurely in your heart, but you must not lose in terms of momentum.

"Who is the weak chicken?"

"……I."

"Who's daddy?"

"……you."

"Then what should you call me?"

"……dad."

"Hey, darling." Finally avenging the meal, You Ling rubbed Erha's short hair happily.

Fu Shiqi lay down depressed and said, "This time, I don't count. I haven't slept well in the past few days. I'll do it again next week after I rest."

"Body management is also part of the game. Have you ever seen someone say to the opponent before a fight: wait, I didn't sleep well, and I was fighting after resting. If there were such a person, maybe he would be kicked before he finished speaking Zhuanpai is dead." You Ling resolutely refused to give up this rare victory.

"Let's not play next week. I heard from Old Tang that there seems to be a sports meeting. Let's wait until next month."

He couldn't beat this week, and he might be able to barely win if he strengthened his training next month. You Ling's small calculations were playing fast.

"Okay, let's go to the sports meeting first." Fu Shiqi took off his protective gear, moved around in place, just touched some wounds, and couldn't help but sigh: "Your attack is still as bad as ever."

"How can Buyin deal with you." You Ling sneered, and walked to the front desk alone to pay.

Even if the wound hurts, I, Brother Yu, will never admit it.

After the two left, the owner of the boxing gym who had been watching the whole match in secret suddenly appeared. The fight between these two brats was so terrifying that he had to hide every time for fear of being caught as a sparring partner.

Those who play regular games like them pay attention to the end, unlike these two children, they play until they are exhausted.When people are old, they are not as energetic as children.

The two helped each other go home to take the medicine, and tacitly stopped mentioning what happened just now, but seeing Fu Shiqi's speech and behavior, You Ling also knew that he had really shaken off the influence.

Fucking pitiful and weak, every painful place on his body is reminding Fu Shiqi that his childhood is not an easy target for bullying, even if he is bullied for a while, he will go all out to take revenge.

As soon as Mother Fu came home, she saw the two children slumped on the sofa playing games, wearing only a vest and beach shorts, with bruises all over their bodies, and the room smelled of yellow potions.

"Fu! Shi! Qi! Why are you so ignorant of what to do, beat A Ling like this!" Once the full name is called, it means that the Fu mother is very angry. "It's been a long time since Ah Ling was injured when you threw her down the stairs last time, and you hit him so hard!"

She put down her shopping bag and rushed to You Ling's side, looking at those seemingly serious injuries with distress, and carefully asked, "Does it hurt? Do you want to go to the hospital?"

You Ling's concern for the Fu mother is very beneficial, but when he thinks that he also injured his son, he is not ashamed to enjoy it.

"Daily sparring, it doesn't hurt." You Ling said with a dry smile.

"Obviously I was injured more seriously, and you didn't even notice me." Fu Shiqi played the game aggrievedly, and took advantage of You Ling's distraction to win the game in one fell swoop, showing a silly smile.

"You have rough skin and thick flesh. I can only notice you if you don't come back with an injury." Mother You didn't know anything about this stupid son, she rolled her eyes and stepped forward to carefully examine the injuries of the two children.

It is true that Fu Shiqi had more injuries than Youling, but Youling was white and tender, and looked more terrifying visually.

Fortunately, the injury is not serious, and it will be healed in a few days. Fu Mu breathed a sigh of relief and said, "How old are you all, it's time to learn how to count."

"We are very careful. This bruise will disappear in a few days, and it will hurt for two days at most, and it didn't hurt other places." Fu Shiqi was addicted to the game, and answered casually. Hearing these words, his ears were callused.

How to hit people without hurting and not hurting, how to hit to avoid fatal injuries, how to hit can be used for daily sparring.He had learned these things in make-up lessons with You Ling at the beginning.

You Ling, who had just lost a game, tried his best to win back, but just nodded in agreement with Fu Shiqi's words.

He has been under a lot of pressure recently, and he feels much more comfortable after a hearty game. He doesn't want to be banned from their exclusive communication method for some reason.

There is nothing that cannot be solved by fighting, and if there is, then fight again.

Seeing the two children like this, it's not easy for the mother to say the words that fighting is prohibited.

After sighing, he went to wash his hands and make soup, preparing to make up for You Ling's body. It was really hard to study hard and play with her silly son.