Starting as an infant, with parents who are blond-haired delinquents?

Tan Yue pointed to the pink pig pattern on the bag, but Zhang Chaoqiang was about to turn his head away because he had no idea what it was.

He never watches cartoons, so in this respect, he and Tan Yue have absolutely nothing in common.

But then I thought, saying I don't know directly seems too perfunctory.

He thought for a moment and answered, "Pink pig."

"Wrong!" However, Tan Yue did not show any impatience with Zhang Chaoqiang's mistake. Instead, she felt very happy, as if she had finally found something that she knew but Zhang Chaoqiang did not.

He skipped and hopped around, carefully explaining to Zhang Chaoqiang, "This is called Peppa Pig..."

Despite her long and rambling speech, Tan Yue still couldn't find the absolute point. As she talked, Zhang Chaoqiang was almost falling asleep from her utterly boring plot, but he still persevered and listened to her.

After talking for quite a while, Tan Yue seemed to have transformed into a monster-themed teacher, recounting the habits and stories of monsters for an entire lesson…

They would then start asking unexpected questions to test who was daydreaming and who was paying attention.

Tan Yue was no exception. She wanted to know if Zhang Chaoqiang was actually listening to her. This was very important. Although she wasn't a child anymore, girls also needed to be listened to carefully…

"So Zhang Chaoqiang, who is Peiqi's brother, as I mentioned earlier?"

“George,” Zhang Chaoqiang replied immediately. Indeed, to be honest, towards the end, Zhang Chaoqiang's attention had been completely diverted by the boring story, but thanks to his powerful third-level lower-tier mental strength…

Such a simple question can be answered easily by recalling the correct answer.

"Wow, Zhang Chaoqiang, you're so smart! That's right! You got it right! You're amazing!"

Right at the entrance of the scenic area, Tan Yue gave Zhang Chaoqiang a thumbs-up and praised him lavishly. Her tone was like Zhang Chaoqiang's sudden burst of linguistic power after obtaining the Screaming Chicken Crystal Core—a wildly exaggerated and exaggerated praise.

Zhang Chaoqiang's heart skipped a beat. He had always been the one applying these words to others, but he never expected that Tan Yue would learn them. However, these exaggerated words of praise were quite effective on others.

But when it happened to him, why did it give him goosebumps all over? He couldn't accept it at all, and then prepared to retaliate.

"No, no, no, it's because Tan Yue taught you so well. Tan Yue knows everything, she's so smart! And your memory is also amazing!"

"No, Zhang Chaoqiang, you're the best..."

"No, it's because you taught me well, Tan Yue, and you're so patient!"

At the entrance of the scenic area, Zhang Chaoqiang and Tan Yue were not actually on the fighting arena.

But at this moment, the two of them are indeed sparring and dueling, or even fighting!

A tourist attraction is a tourist attraction; it never lacks visitors. Amidst their relentless mutual attacks and boasts of "you're better" and "you're the smartest"...

People came and went, a surging crowd, and everyone who passed by the two looked at them with a puzzled expression.

His expression was filled with incomprehension and confusion.

Indeed, it is a rare sight in this world for two seemingly young boys and girls to be so entangled in praising and complimenting each other.

In the evening, when they had finished everything, Bai Lu and Huang Feng arrived as promised and took them to the so-called Central Bureau of Investigation of Beasts.

After reporting to Lao Chen, Shen Qiangwei, and Zhang Huolong by phone, they went to the Investigation Bureau under the guidance of Huang Feng and Bai Lu.

Zhang Chaoqiang also planned to have a proper visit during this trip.

I had heard before that the Bureau of Exotic Beast Investigation had collected the spirits of many exotic beasts, and that the scenery inside the Bureau was quite bizarre.

Whether it is true or not, we really need to go there to find out.

While in the car, Old Chen, who had learned that Zhang Chaoqiang and Tan Yue had gone to visit the Investigation Bureau, sent Zhang Chaoqiang another long-winded message.

【Super Strong, are you sure that, as you said yesterday, after I apologize to Manager Liu, I can just be myself and stay true to my normal self in my future interactions with him?】

Are you sure? It's incredibly powerful?

I believe you, but can you answer me if you're absolutely sure?

Old Chen, who lives downstairs in Manager Liu's Haibang residential area, was holding a bouquet of flowers and pacing back and forth. He had no preparation for what was to come and was relying entirely on his own improvisation, which made him even more nervous than if he had made detailed preparations.

At the same time, he also needed Zhang Chaoqiang's final approval to give him a boost of confidence.

Finally, half a minute later, he received a message from Zhang Chaoqiang:

I'm sure.

Then he let out a heavy sigh and put his phone away.

He glanced at himself in the rearview mirror, tidying his appearance and attire. Ensuring his demeanor was dignified, his clothes clean and neat, and that he exuded an air of refined elegance and poise…

He went upstairs holding the bouquet of flowers.

The flowers were roses. In the morning, when he saw Zhang Huolong and Shen Qiangwei picking roses in the garden of the castle hotel, he was tempted and wanted to give the roses to Manager Liu as well.

However, Zhang Chaoqiang strongly refused.

Old Chen asked him why.

Zhang Chaoqiang said there was no reason, and ultimately, at his suggestion, Lao Chen chose the rose, which best expressed his feelings.

Ding dong, ding dong.

After the doorbell rang, Manager Liu, wearing a dustproof suit, opened the door…

Their eyes met, and it was a little awkward.

Because on one side is Old Chen, who is clean, elegant, and glamorous.

On one side was Manager Liu, dressed in a dustproof suit covered in a thick layer of spiritual dust, looking disheveled and dark.

Old Chen's smile seemed a bit stiff. Today was the 28th of the lunar year, a day for spring cleaning... The atmosphere between the two seemed a little off, not quite harmonious.

Even martial artists, despite possessing advanced technology, still need to maintain cleanliness, it's just a matter of degree.

Generally, martial artists use absorbed crystal cores, other cultivation resources, and their own spiritual energy when refining the spiritual energy of heaven and earth into their own spiritual power.

They will absorb the essence, while the impurities and debris that have no nutritional value will not be absorbed and will scatter around.

These impurities and debris are collectively called spiritual dust. This stuff is heavy and has a strong adhesive force, making it quite difficult to clean. Fortunately, the amount of spiritual dust accumulating in a house throughout the year isn't too much. It only needs to be cleaned on the 28th of the lunar year.

For martial artists, dealing with the disturbance of spiritual dust is like an ordinary person cleaning up dust—not particularly troublesome, but it still needs to be done.

When Old Chen saw Manager Liu acting so energetically, as if he were in some trouble, he concluded that the other party must have spent the entire day cleaning and was extremely stressed about it.

Click.

Manager Liu seems to have learned this decisive way of leaving, ever since Old Chen did that thing yesterday that made Manager Liu question his life.

She no longer had any thoughts or hopes for Lao Chen. There is no greater sorrow than a broken heart, and this saying certainly applies to this situation.

"Wait, Sister Liu, I apologize for the stupid thing I did last night, I apologize!"

Ding Dong Ding Dong…

There was no response...

No matter how many times Old Chen rang the doorbell, it seemed that Manager Liu inside couldn't hear him.

"I promise I'll never do anything stupid again. I've prepared roses for you. Open the door first, Sister Liu, say something!"

Ding dong, ding dong, the ending is still the same.

Helpless, Old Chen, who was about to call Zhang Chaoqiang, suddenly stopped...

Follow your heart and act according to your usual habits.

"If I saw someone struggling with cleaning, I would..."

Old Chen frowned. He pressed the doorbell next to the door again, even though he thought that the sound of the doorbell had become hoarse and quieter after pressing it several times in a short period of time.

He said to Manager Liu inside the door:

"The juice of the licorice root is mixed with the flower buds of the glass flower and water, and then crushed. The ratio is three to one. Then, add spiritual water in a one-to-one ratio and soak the cloth in it."

It can effectively absorb the spiritual impurities remaining in the air and on objects, also known as spiritual dust…

The sounds that had been clattering inside the house stopped when Old Chen expertly recited the cleaning formula for absorbing spiritual dust.

The next second, Manager Liu's door opened. She was still angry, but curiosity compelled her to ask that question...

How do you know so much about this?

Old Chen smiled sheepishly.

"I cleaned tens of thousands of square meters of my house all by myself..."

This reduced Manager Liu's resentment towards Old Chen somewhat.

Where can I buy it?

Manager Liu watched as the corners of Old Chen's mouth gradually returned to their center, and she asked.

Old Chen raised his hand to her.

Instantly, the cleaning formula I just mentioned appeared in my hand.

"My ring has everything."

So, instead of wearing the dust suit as Manager Liu requested, Lao Chen quickly prepared the special cleaning solution...

Faced with Manager Liu's suggestion that he could handle it himself, Old Chen waved his hand and said naturally and unpretentiously:

“You’re too slow. Let me do it. If I can finish within an hour, we might still make it to the restaurant by the river. It’s strange that they’re preparing to close at seven o’clock.”

Manager Liu burst out laughing.

Chapter 172 Taking it on both sides

Old Chen.

He completed another transformation of identity.

Manager Liu watched as he skillfully organized various cleaning tools and then mixed the cleaning solution.

Many of the floating spiritual dust particles in the air were absorbed onto the rag by Old Chen using some folk methods.

He meticulously cleaned every corner of the room, and found that not only was there a lot of hidden dust in places he didn't usually touch, but even spiritual dust liked to accumulate there.

Since spiritual dust is an impurity produced during the cultivation of spiritual power, the more of it there is, the greater its impact on daily life will be.

First and foremost, it will affect cultivation, reducing the speed and accuracy of refining spiritual energy in the air.

Excessive spiritual dust accumulating inside a house reduces the amount of spiritual energy in the air, which is very unpleasant for a martial artist.

As Old Chen cleaned, he said, "There isn't too much spiritual dust here. It seems you clean regularly."