I'm a sophomore in college, what the heck is this "male god cultivation system"?

Chapter 36 You're not impotent, are you?

10 PM, at the mahjong parlor.

The sound of mahjong tiles clashing filled the room, along with a thick smell of smoke.

Amidst puffs of smoke, the four men chatted while tidying up the mahjong tiles in their hands.

"I came to Hangzhou this time partly to see if there are any opportunities to make some money, and partly to explore the options, since my child will be starting junior high school next year," Huo Yi said casually. "If possible, I would still like to send my child here to study, as the educational environment is better."

“That’s true.” The one who spoke was a man with a buzz cut. “The educational resources in our small town are really not good. The child isn’t particularly talented either. If he were to study there, he would probably be rejected in the high school entrance exam.”

“I don’t care,” another man with a burly face chimed in, muttering, “My kid’s grades are terrible, but I don’t care how he does in school. I’ll just try to buy him a house here these next few years.”

If I send him to vocational high school for another three years, and he can find a stable job, a good wife, and a grandson, then I'll have no regrets in this life.

The three men got quite engrossed in talking about children, but as the conversation went on, they noticed that one of them was completely detached from the topic.

"Brother Feng, you're almost forty, why aren't you planning to have a child yet?" Huo Yi exhaled a puff of smoke and casually asked, "Your family is the best among us, right? It's not like the family line will end with you, is it?"

“Brother Feng is different from us. He went to university and is an intellectual. I’ve heard that those who have studied don’t really want to have children these days.” The man with the buzz cut teased, “But Brother Feng, you seem to have lost a lot of weight in the past few years. Could it be that you’ve been indulging in too much sex and it’s not working out?”

Zheng Feng spat and cursed, "What nonsense! I can't do it, but even if you can't, I can still do it."

"If it's okay, let's have one." The muscular man paused for a moment, then gave a brief suggestion.

“I was at my hometown the other day, and my mother told me that your mother has been cursing your wife among the old folks at the bridge every day. She said she married a hen that can’t lay eggs and that it will cause your family to die out… Anyway, she’s saying really nasty things. If your sister-in-law doesn’t want to have children, you should have a good talk with her.”

The three of us haven't made anything of ourselves, and we all have kids. You're so well-off; you can't possibly end up childless.

"I'll talk to her. Go away, all you do is talk about this kind of thing all day long," Zheng Feng muttered, trying to change the subject.

However, he did indeed have this concern in his heart...

As a member of the post-80s generation, he, like most of his peers, still holds the idea of ​​carrying on the family line.

Zheng Feng didn't doubt what his fellow villagers said, because he knew his mother was indeed capable of doing such things.

Three years after he and Wenya got married, because they had no children, his parents took a special trip up to his house and made a huge scene, which made many people laugh.

Some of the more vicious comments were directed at Wenya... After all, given the limited perspective of older people, most would blame the woman for the inability to have children.

But what others don't know is that Zheng Feng is all too aware of his own condition. In his current state, let alone giving birth, even the slightest bit of stimulation would cause him to ejaculate prematurely...

Having a child is too much to ask of him.

Distracted and annoyed, Zheng Feng lost interest in continuing the game. After collecting his winnings from the last round, he prepared to leave.

Perhaps because the topic of the day was so unfavorable to him, his luck with the cards was surprisingly good. He won over two thousand in one night. Although it couldn't compare to the monthly rent he collected, he figured he might as well take some of this unexpected windfall.

"You're leaving already? What's going on here..." Zheng Feng stretched and got up to leave, but when he looked at the three people still sitting in their seats, he asked, "Aren't you leaving yet?"

"Brother Feng, you go ahead, we'll sit a little longer." Huo Yi said with a smile, "Brother Feng, you're on a good winning streak tonight. Let's get together more often in the future, you're the only fellow townsman here."

"No problem, no problem." Zheng Feng waved his hand and strode out of the room.

As he stepped out of the teahouse, a gentle evening breeze caressed him, dissipating much of the smell of smoke and gradually weakening the intoxication he felt. However, the thrill of making money continued to surge within him.

After all, gambling generates more than five times the dopamine of sexual intercourse, and the pleasure is even more irresistible when money is won.

However, intertwined with this pleasure was his frustration at the prospect of having no descendants.

Having grown up in the countryside, he had witnessed firsthand how some families were wiped out of their lineage after the death of the man of the house, leaving no male heir...

He was very young then, but he has never forgotten the look of despair on the faces of the mother and daughter in that family.

More than 20 years later, he never expected that he would now face the risk of being wiped out of his family fortune.

If possible, he only wants to leave his property to his relatives. As for others, whether they are his relatives in the village or any other organization, he does not want to give them to them.

but……

'How am I supposed to have a baby now? I can't exactly find someone to conceive with, can I?' Zheng Feng cursed inwardly, then kicked a small pebble in front of him.

……

A few minutes after Zheng Feng left, Huo Yi opened the door, looked around to make sure Zheng Feng was gone, then closed the door and plopped down on the floor.

"Brother Yi, Zheng Feng yawned several times during the second half. Looking at him now, I reckon a lot of those rumors might be true," the buzz-cut man said impatiently, a hint of fanaticism in his eyes.

"Why bother watching the second half? I knew he wasn't in good health the moment I saw him." The burly man sneered. "He's in such a bad state now, he doesn't even look as strong as my old man... I've always heard people say that Old Zheng's son is promising, but in the end, he ruined his health while trying to be promising."

"Anyway, even if he has a child, it's probably someone else's," Huo Yi said with a smile. Then he looked at the burly man and instructed him, "Gouzi, tell your parents to go back to the village and help Zheng Feng find some work."

He'll be torn between his mother and his wife, caught in the middle... The more frustrated he gets, the more he'll want to vent, and that will be our chance.

After a pause, Huo Yi picked up the cup beside him, took a leisurely sip of tea, and continued, "As for now, you all better keep your thoughts hidden. If anyone dares to show anything unusual and Zheng Feng finds out, I'll break their hand."

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(End of this chapter)