I'm almost 45 and the system is just coming

Chapter 119 My Son's Progress

The elf immediately took action and sent interview notices to Li Ming, Zhang Yao and Wang Gang via the Internet.

After finishing all this, it was almost twelve o'clock. Knowing that his wife would not come home for lunch, Zhou Tian was too lazy to cook, so he ordered a takeaway on the food delivery platform.

After eating, he continued typing.

After resolving the fine issue, he felt completely relieved and his typing speed increased slightly.

Half past ten in the evening.

"Master, it's half past ten, time to pick up the little master!"

The elf's voice reminded at the right time.

"It's already half past ten. So soon?"

Zhou Tian woke up from typing when he heard this. He looked at the time on the computer, quickly put on his clothes, took the electric bike key, and went downstairs.

He rode his electric bike towards No. 2 Middle School. Ever since his parents called him yesterday and said they were going to BJ to see his eldest sister, the right to pick up and drop off their son was back in his hands.

Although the family has a car, Zhou Tian chose to ride an electric bike to pick up his son.

This is because at this time, many parents drive to pick up their children from school, which can easily cause traffic jams. In contrast, electric vehicles are more flexible and convenient, and can easily shuttle through congested traffic, avoiding the inconvenience caused by traffic jams.

When he arrived at the gate of No. 2 Middle School, the side closest to the school was already full of parked cars. Zhou Tian took out the key, walked to the school gate and waited for his son.

At this time, at the school gate, parents stretched their necks and kept looking towards the school gate. As a song suddenly sounded from the loudspeaker, soon, students in school uniforms came out of the school one after another.

One by one, the parents came forward, picked up their children's schoolbags and put them on their backs, asking about their children's academic performance in school with concern.

"Here is my son!"

After waiting for less than ten minutes, a tall and familiar figure came into his sight, and Zhou Tian couldn't help but shout.

As the figure approached, it turned out to be his son Zhou Haotian.

"Dad, why are you the one picking me up today? Where's grandpa?"

When his son Zhou Haotian saw Zhou Tian for the first time, he asked.

"Didn't your grandparents say yesterday that they were going to BJ to visit your aunt today!"

As Zhou Tian spoke, he inserted the key and started the electric car.

"I forgot. By the way, has mom come back so late these days?"

Zhou Haotian suddenly asked.

"Same thing, I can't see your mother before 12 o'clock every day!"

Zhou Tian got on the bike and said helplessly.

As he spoke, he turned the handle and the electric bike drove towards the community. The father and son talked and laughed along the way. When they returned to the downstairs of the community, Zhou Tian parked the electric bike.

The two of them entered the villa.

"By the way, son, don't be busy with other things, just follow me downstairs!"

When he entered the house and saw his son about to go upstairs, he immediately called out to him.

"Dad, what's the matter? I still have homework to do!"

Zhou Haotian stopped when he heard this and asked in surprise.

"No hurry, let's go to the training room first!"

As he spoke, Zhou Tian took the lead and walked downstairs.

"Training room? Is dad going to teach me a new martial art?"

Zhou Haotian's face immediately lit up with joy, and he threw his schoolbag on the sofa. With anticipation in his heart, he followed him downstairs.

The two came to the training room one after the other. Zhou Tian turned on the light in the training room and looked at Zhou Haotian.

"I haven't had time to check your progress in training recently. Today I want to see if you've regressed. Come on, practice a few times!"

"Dad, just wait and see!"

Zhou Haotian said this, with a confident smile on his face, and walked to a corner of the training room, stretching his hands and feet first.

He has always had a strong interest in Chinese martial arts, but unfortunately it is hard to acquire real skills, so he could only keep his love for Chinese martial arts deep in his heart. However, since he learned that his father was a master of Chinese martial arts, he has been practicing every day with his father's instruction and has never stopped.

At this moment, he was seen bending his body slightly, clenching his fists, taking a deep breath, and then exerting force suddenly, and began to practice one move after another.

Zhou Tian stood aside, observing his son's movements carefully, nodding from time to time to show his satisfaction.

"Well, it seems you haven't been lazy during this period. Your Xingyiquan movements are smoother than before! And your Hunyuan stance has also been perfected," Zhou Tian praised.

When Zhou Haotian heard his father's praise, he felt even more proud and his movements became more fierce.

Sometimes his punches were as fast as the wind, sometimes his kicks were as fast as lightning, and every move was full of power and speed.

Zhou Tian felt very pleased to see his son practicing so hard.

He could see that although his son was still young, he had already shown good talent and perseverance in martial arts.

As long as he can persist, he may be able to achieve some success in Chinese martial arts in the future.

After practicing for a while, Zhou Haotian stopped, walked up to Zhou Tian, ​​and asked expectantly, "Dad, what do you think of my current martial arts? Can I beat some bad guys?"

Zhou Tian couldn't help but laugh when he heard this. He patted his son on the shoulder and said, "Your martial arts skills are already very good, but if you want to be able to really deal with bad guys, you need to keep learning and practicing. Moreover, martial arts are not used for fighting, but for protecting yourself and those around you."

After hearing what his father said, Zhou Haotian rolled his eyes speechlessly. It was obvious that he did not agree with his father's teachings.

Seeing his son's expression, Zhou Tian naturally knew what he was thinking, and he couldn't help but said earnestly: "Don't take it lightly, kid. You should know that Chinese martial arts is not martial arts. You should know the power of it. If you don't want your dad to visit you in prison in the future, you can do whatever you want!"

As soon as these words came out, Zhou Haotian shuddered slightly, and couldn't help shrinking his neck and said, "Dad, it shouldn't be that serious!"

"Not that much?"

Zhou Tian couldn't help but glare at him: "Haven't you seen the power of Chinese martial arts?"

"Dad, I know!"

Zhou Haotian couldn't help but recall the power of the national martial arts that his father showed when he taught him Xingyiquan. He couldn't help but feel a chill rising up, and said seriously

Seeing that his son was much more serious this time, Zhou Tian nodded with satisfaction and continued.

"Okay, now practice the fitness technique I taught you!"

"Gymnastics?"

When he heard his father asking him to practice fitness techniques, his expression suddenly fell.

Chinese martial arts was not a big deal, after all, he had always been very interested in it, but fitness. When he thought of those embarrassing movements, he lost interest in them.

"Dad, I don't know why you insist on making me practice fitness techniques. This has nothing to do with Chinese martial arts!"

Although he complained, Zhou Haotian still practiced the fitness techniques his father taught him.

Zhou Tian, ​​however, was watching from the side with his veins throbbing. From his son's awkward movements, he knew that his son obviously did not take his words to heart.

"Okay, stop practicing!"

A loud shout stopped his son from continuing to practice. Seeing the aggrieved expression on his son's face, he could only step forward helplessly and say, "Haotian, I don't know why you don't like fitness techniques so much, but I want to tell you that fitness techniques are even more powerful than traditional Chinese martial arts!"

"impossible!"

Zhou Haotian heard this and said in disbelief.

(End of this chapter)