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

Perhaps the energy of the psionic ring was not controlled properly, because the arm, which was originally perpendicular to the sandbag, should have been subjected to a positive recoil force.

After releasing it, my arm felt like it had been hit to the right and twisted.

Zhang Chaoqiang knew that perhaps his control over him wasn't strong enough, considering that Tan Yue and Shen Guoqi hadn't even figured out how to release energy yet.

He quickly looked at the values ​​displayed on the boxing tester.

3 kg.

3 kg.

This proves that the impact he just created reached a weight of 3 kilograms.

But Zhang Chaoqiang could sense that if he hadn't misdirected the energy release, there would probably have been even more.

After trying twice more, there was basically no good way to concentrate all the energy and release it at one point.

Just like released air, it will diffuse. There's no way to avoid the loss of energy.

The highest value is only 3.8 kilograms.

Zhang Chaoqiang guessed that the simulated spiritual energy of 5P could basically release an impact force of 5 kilograms.

This does not mean that 5P can be directly equal to 5 kilograms.

Because the units are completely different; P represents the amount of spiritual energy, not weight.

However, the energy impact released by 5P, also known as impulse, is roughly equivalent to 5 kilograms.

After three concentrated energy releases, Zhang Chaoqiang felt somewhat tired.

Then he went home.

[Handling]: 3

I practiced for a while and added 1 point to my control.

He felt his connection to the psionic ring had become even stronger.

However, one thing was strange: although Zhang Chaoqiang felt he could operate the psionic ring more skillfully, the psionic energy he released was no different from before.

The energy released from the communication psionic ring will scatter and move around like air, unable to be concentrated or diffused, and these phenomena will not be improved at all.

Zhang Chaoqiang had no choice but to ignore it for the time being and take a break.

Through years of reinforcement of knowledge from his teachers at school, Zhang Chaoqiang also realized that becoming a martial artist was extremely demanding.

Becoming a qualified and excellent martial artist is even more difficult. Even simulating the energy fluctuations of spiritual power would probably take these children a year or two to figure out.

To skillfully manipulate the psionic ring and control psionic power requires both talent and continuous accumulation of time.

"Mom and Dad, I'm home."

Upon entering, Zhang Chaoqiang discovered that his father, Zhang Huolong, had also arrived home, and the two were choosing outfits to match.

Zhang Huolong will inherit, or rather, treasure, his family heirloom.

He attached his treasured tight-fitting tiger-head shirt, belt, and capri pants to his body.

That's right, it's attached to the body.

According to Zhang Chaoqiang's observation, although Zhang Huolong was not yet middle-aged, he was only around 27 years old.

However, as time went by, he was no longer the eighteen or twenty-year-old youth he once was. He had gained some weight and was no longer as thin as Shen Qiangwei.

Therefore, clothes that were once considered tight-fitting now feel completely integrated with the body.

Shen Qiangwei also put on her earrings and draped a pink faux mink coat over her shoulders.

The two of them took Zhang Chaoqiang out.

"Super strong! I just found that Want Want outfit from back then. I thought about it carefully. You didn't like it back then, but maybe your tastes and preferences have changed now that you're older?"

Zhang Huolong asked tentatively.

Zhang Chaoqiang had no doubt that as long as he didn't refuse on the spot and with a very firm will, Zhang Huolong would definitely hang that red Want Want outfit on him.

"No, I won't wear it!"

"Ok."

Zhang Huolong was somewhat disappointed.

Today is a good day.

Zhang Huolong has been highly regarded by the factory director and has been officially appointed as the team leader of two production lines.

Next, he was in charge of managing two production lines and a dozen or so people.

As a newly appointed junior leader, Zhang Huolong decided to treat his fellow workers to dinner tonight to strengthen their bonds.

Chapter 25 Sun Wo Luen Shing

Xinhe Liansheng Hotel.

It should be called a street food stall.

Although it is already November, the sweltering heat still seems to have not subsided.

Zhang Chaoqiang and his family sighed as they searched for seats outside.

"The weather is getting hotter and hotter."

"The weather forecast predicts that the temperature may not drop until the end of the year, and the lowest temperature during the upcoming Spring Festival will be less than 10 degrees Celsius."

Shen Qiangwei suddenly felt that she had brought out her coat for nothing. After all, the Mingshe Tattoo Shop always had the air conditioning on, and wearing a coat had basically become a habit for Shen Qiangwei.

Zhang Chaoqiang also noticed that the school's teachers often complained about the unpredictable weather.

"Brother Fire Dragon!"

It was deafening; that's a fair description.

At the side entrance of Xinhe Liansheng Food Stall, next to a large banyan tree, there was a large table with nearly fifteen people, all shouting loudly in unison.

"Hey! Over there, my wife is super strong, let's go over there." Zhang Huolong took Shen Qiangwei's coat, and the family went to the big table.

"..."

I met the group of workers on the two production lines managed by Zhang Huolong.

Zhang Chaoqiang is not very talkative.

Basically, everyone was dressed like a spirited young man.

At this moment, Zhang Chaoqiang traveled through time.

He believed that he had traveled back to the day he was born and the first time he saw his father, Zhang Huolong.

Almost all of my dad's coworkers wore the same clothes.

Bodysuit.

Whether it's IV, GUOOI, or other brands, all the clothes are tight-fitting.

Also, half of them were wearing loafers, and the other half were wearing red flip-flops, and one or two people were wearing boots, the kind of black punk-style boots.

Zhang Chaoqiang remembered that Zhang Huolong had mentioned to him and his mother that in the past two years, punk rock style, especially boots like these, had become very popular among young people.

And judging from their ages, they are exactly the same as Zhang Huolong gave me back then; I estimate they are all under 20 years old.

He was right; the youngest was only 16 and the oldest was 19.

Zhang Chaoqiang immediately: "..."

As Zhang Huolong approached, the dozen or so men shouted in unison, "Brother Huolong!"

He really has the aura of a gangster boss from those gangster movies I watched when I was a kid.

When they stood together, apart from Zhang Huolong being slightly more handsome, their clothing and style seemed to be modeled after the same person.

They're not 100% similar, but they're pretty close.

Achieve the goal of creating a "daddy's clone coworker".

Receive a 3-day [Control Ability Boost]

【操控力加成】：操控尖端战甲或者是各种灵力设备，当重复一种动作行为达到10次的时候，第11次会增加1点操控力（倒计时2天23小时）

"what?"

This was the first time he had received such a time-limited buff, but three days was enough for him to increase his control significantly.

One's own psionic ring should also be included.

The joking and playing around of the young men drew Zhang Chaoqiang's attention back to them.

They had dragon and tiger tattoos, Guan Yu, Bao Zheng, Sun Wukong, and two other people had a third eye tattooed on their foreheads.

But they weren't stupid; upon closer inspection, they realized it was just betel nut stuck to their foreheads.

They took the packets from each other, put them in their mouths and chewed them, and threw one to Zhang Huolong as well, but Zhang Huolong waved his hand and declined.

He has successfully quit betel nut.

That was two years ago.

Betel nut and cigarettes, a monthly income of over a thousand.

Betel nuts are much more expensive than cigarettes.

So Zhang Huolong resolutely quit at that time.

"sister in law!"

They then looked at Zhang Chaoqiang, who went up to them and greeted them one by one in a still somewhat immature, undeveloped voice: "Hello, Uncle... Hello, Uncle..."

"Hey, you're so good!"

"Xiaoqiang is such a good boy!"

Zhang Chaoqiang's smile was forced and insincere; Xiaoqiang...

Who are you cursing...?

We ordered a whole table of dishes. Although it looked like a lot, the prices at Xinhe Liansheng were quite reasonable, and the total probably wouldn't exceed 800.