I will eventually become a god through sheer hard work.

Chapter 15 Xue Wan

"Son, have you eaten yet?"

The gentle voice of my mother, Nan Jiayu, came through the phone receiver.

Xue Jing smiled, turned on the speakerphone, and placed the phone on the hanging basket next to the stove. While busy cooking, he said, "Not yet, what's wrong? Why are you calling me all of a sudden?"

Although the parents in this life often travel for work, they love their two children no less than other families, and all the money they earn through hard work is spent on their children.

"You can call even if there's nothing wrong. Can't I even hear my son's voice?"

Xue's mother, Nan Jiayu, feigned anger.

"You're right, it's mine." Xue Jing immediately admitted defeat.

Nan Jiayu then smiled warmly and inquired about Xue Jing's recent situation. The two chatted about everyday matters for quite a while.

"Your dad and I should be back around New Year's Day, and we'll bring you a gift."

"Also, be careful when you go to and from school these days. Don't wander around. It's best to stay at home most of the time. I just saw the news that a smuggling gang from the border area may be in Qingcheng. These people are all desperate criminals. If you find anything suspicious outside, don't go near them."

Nan Jiayu gave her earnest and serious instructions.

Xue Jing immediately realized that this was the real reason she made the call.

He reassured her, "Don't worry, Mom, I know what I'm doing. If anything happens, I'll run faster than a dog."

"That's good."

Nan Jiayu expressed her satisfaction, then seemed to suddenly remember something and asked, "By the way, have you called your sister recently?"

Xue Jing: "It's been about half a month since we last talked. We did chat on WeChat a few days ago, what's up?"

Nan Jiayu was silent for a while, then said, "Yesterday afternoon, Wanwan suddenly called and said she missed me and your dad."

"Isn't that normal?" Xue Jing asked, puzzled.

“It’s normal, but I always feel something’s not right. This child is just like your father. He seems quite lively usually, but he likes to keep everything to himself and not let anyone know.”

"It might be a mother's intuition, but I always feel a little uneasy. Son, ask her when you have time. Wanwan and you have been close since childhood and are of the same generation. If something really happens, she might tell you."

Xue Jing thought for a moment and agreed, "Okay, don't worry, Mom, I'll ask her about it."

……

After finishing his phone call with Nan Jiayu, Xue Jing looked thoughtful.

My older sister, Xue Wan, is a very cheerful and beautiful person. From childhood to adulthood, she has always been a popular figure in school, and she is always on the list of school beauties. Her grades have always been excellent. Although she did not get into the inner ring, she went to a top university in the outer ring with a higher ranking than Qingda University. She has always been a very reliable person.

But Xue Jing, who grew up with her, knew that she was far from being as perfect as she appeared. If you didn't force her to get up, she would definitely stay in bed. She liked to cheat when playing games, had terrible gambling etiquette, and never accepted defeat. She would bark without hesitation if she said she was lying. She would also use the excuse of "let me introduce you to my handsome younger brother" to trick female classmates into inviting her to dinner in his name...

However, his biggest flaw is still what his mother said: he likes to keep things to himself when he encounters problems.

Xue Jing was somewhat worried. After thinking for a moment, he picked up his phone, entered a number, and hovered his finger over the dial button but did not press it. Instead, he switched to the dialing interface and put the phone away.

"Let's call it tonight."

He decided to call his sister Xue Wan again late at night when everyone was quiet.

That period is when people have a strong urge to confide in others.

He put away his phone and continued working in the kitchen, cooking a pot of rice and making three dishes, improving his cooking skills by more than 50 points again.

After having lunch with the cat, Xue Jing picked up the cat, who was lying on the floor after eating too much, went into his room, sat down in the computer chair, and pressed the power button.

With one hand stroking the belly of the lazy cat and the other on the mouse, Xue Jing planned to look up information about 'strength'.

He opened his browser, went to a commonly used search engine website, and was about to type when his eyes suddenly lit up.

Xue Jing's computer keyboard is black, which is very dirt-resistant, and ordinary dust and stains are hard to see.

However, once his aiming skill is activated, his eyesight becomes extremely sharp, allowing him to see things that ordinary people cannot.

He could clearly see that the gaps between the keyboards were covered with fine, almost imperceptible black and white hairs.

'This is...cat hair?'

Xue Jing turned his gaze to the cat in his arms without making a sound.

Did this little thing touch my computer?

After thinking for a moment, Xue Jing kept quiet, pretending that he hadn't discovered anything, and began to search for information about internal energy.

Skipping over many useless ads and misleading information, it took Xue Jing more than ten minutes to finally find some information on a relatively professional Q&A platform similar to Zhihu.

He was so engrossed in watching that the cat in his arms sat up on his lap and looked at the webpage.

'Hmm? Looking for martial arts materials? Does he want to practice martial arts?'

The cat thought to itself as it watched.

This half-baked article is full of people pretending to know what they're talking about; it can only fool laymen. What about "developing superpowers at a high level"? Is that even possible through training? Without taking banned drugs or using supernatural implants, even the "limit breakers" who leap over the dragon gate are still just mortals. There are no human miracles in this world, only ruthless hard work and technology…

The cat raised its head and looked at Xue Jing's softly shaped chin.

'If he's really interested in martial arts... after I leave, I can introduce him to that person, as payment for my stay here...'

The cat yawned as it pondered something.

After eating, I felt sleepy all the time.

It curled up on Xue Jing's lap, its nose filled with the boy's reassuring scent, and slowly drifted off to sleep.

"..."

Noticing that the cat's breathing was calm and deep, and that it was completely asleep, Xue Jing quietly logged out of the website.

He opened a search engine, entered "screen recording software that can hide", and after browsing for a while, successfully downloaded a screen recording software that met his requirements.

I set it to "Start automatically on boot" and "Record automatically", then restarted the computer, checked the effect, and found no problems, so I turned off the computer.

After doing all this, Xue Jing gently picked up the cat, placed it on his bed, and then tiptoed out of the room.

……

In the gym, Xue Jing stared at the barbell on the bench press rack in front of him.

This is a standard barbell bar, weighing 20 kilograms, with two 20-kilogram weight plates hanging on each side, totaling exactly 100 kilograms.

This is the weight he uses for his daily bench press workout. If he wants to challenge his limits, he can actually add about 20 kilograms more.

Xue Jing thought for a moment, then picked up two 15-kilogram barbell plates from the yoga mat on the ground, which was covered with barbell plates, and put them on the bar. He then picked up two more 5-kilogram plates and put them on the bar.

This brought the weight of the barbell to 140 kilograms.

Xue Jing lay down on the bench press rack, gripped the barbell with both hands, took a deep breath, removed the barbell from the hook, placed it on his chest, and then with a burst of strength, his muscles instantly tensed up, lifting it up!

The barbell, weighing a full 140 kilograms, was slowly lifted. During the lifting process, it was almost completely stable with no tremors, clearly indicating that it still had some strength left.

After successfully lifting the barbell, Xue Jing did not stop, but repeatedly performed bench presses until she completed a set of nine reps before putting the barbell back on the hook.

He was slightly out of breath, but in a good mood.

"After activating 'Fighting,' my physical fitness improved significantly. Combined with the 100+ fitness experience points I gained from fighting, my bench press limit increased by about 20 to 30 kilograms."

This weight may not seem like much, but it's important to know that there is diminishing marginal utility in exercise.

The closer one gets to the limits of human strength, the more difficult it becomes to increase it.

If someone trains hard, it might only take two or three years to go from bench pressing 60 kg to 120 kg. But if you want to reach 140 kg, it's not a matter of hard work. Even if you have ten or eight years, or even a lifetime, you might not be able to do it.

Therefore, the additional 20 to 30 kilograms of bench press weight that Xue Jing added is of very high quality.

After finishing the bench press, Xue Jing walked to the standing punching bag in the middle of the room, took a deep breath, focused his gaze, and threw a punch!

"boom!"

With a loud bang, Xue Jing's fist slammed into the sandbag. Ripples spread across the leather surface, and one could vaguely see the shockwave of the punch spreading out. The iron base, filled with sand and weighing over 300 pounds, immediately tilted dramatically and fell to the side.

Xue Jing reached out a hand to support the sandbag, nodded, and muttered to himself, "Not bad."

……

Chapter 16 My family is quite big

Xue Jing arrived at the school at 1:30 pm.

Just like in the morning, he didn't go straight to his class, but instead stepped into the Qingda campus again and went to the Qingda Library.

Compared to the sparsely populated area in the morning, the library was quite crowded at this time, but everyone was very quiet, and you could basically only hear the sound of pages turning.

Xue Jing's arrival drew the attention of many students. A short-haired girl sitting on a chair in the rest area, holding an extracurricular book, looked at Xue Jing, who was wearing the affiliated high school uniform, with sparkling eyes and whispered excitedly to her best friend beside her:

"Look, look! That little brother is so handsome!"

"Shall we go ask him for his WeChat?"

While staring at Xue Jing, her best friend complained, "Didn't you like older men? Why are you eyeing the cute little guy from the high school?"

"Even if you don't like sweets, you'll still drool when you see this kind of top-notch dessert!" The short-haired girl's eyes lit up.

"Come on, let's go ask him for his WeChat. You stay here and give me courage..."

As she spoke, she stood up from her chair.

The chair was pushed back, making a slightly sharp sound as it scraped against the floor.

Seemingly hearing the commotion, Xue Jing turned his head and looked at the short-haired girl.

"..."

The latter felt as if a bucket of cold water had been poured over her head when she was glanced at by those cold eyes, chilling her from head to toe, and all her desires vanished in an instant.

Only after Xue Jing went upstairs and left her sight did the short-haired girl suddenly clutch her full breasts, panting heavily, like a drowning person who had just been rescued from the water.

Her best friend was taken aback for a moment, then immediately patted her back to help her catch her breath, asking with concern, "What's wrong, Xiaolin? Are you alright?"

The girl with the single ponytail named Xiaolin said with lingering fear, "I don't know why, but that little brother... seems very dangerous. I'd better not ask for his WeChat."

……

Unaware of the psychological damage her unintentional glance had caused to others, Xue Jing continued upwards to the seventh floor.

The seventh floor was as deserted as ever, a stark contrast to the bustling first six floors. Only one girl sat upright in an old chair, holding a book. She sat perfectly still, her light blue skinny jeans stretched taut like a ripe peach.