Weird, my gaming life

Qin Wan's words echoed in the empty gym, carrying a morbid excitement.

Lin Yuan, no, now Qin Xiu, stared at the woman's retreating figure without saying a word.

He could sense that this woman was like a taut string, ready to snap at any moment or veer towards another extreme.

Qin Wan walked to the old treadmill and ran her fingers across the dusty control panel.

"My Qin family's fitness method is called 'Burning Blood and Strengthening Bones'."

Her voice had regained some composure, but that cold, obsessive quality remained deep within her.

"It doesn't teach you how to exert force, it only teaches you how to endure. Endure the tearing of muscles, endure the groans of bones, endure the collapse of the mind... until your body, driven by its instinctive survival instinct, breaks free from the shackles of your genes."

She turned around, her gaze sharp and intense.

"This is your first trial."

She pointed at the treadmill, a cruel smile curving her lips.

"Run at 20 kilometers per hour for one hour. If you fall off or pass out halfway through, I'll throw you back to where you came from."

Lin Yuan's pupils contracted slightly.

A speed of 20 kilometers per hour is a huge challenge even for a professional adult athlete, let alone a six-year-old child.

This is not training, this is torture.

Of course, with Lin Yuan's current physical condition, he wouldn't be afraid.

What he really cared about was whether this woman had figured something out.

Even if this world is special, for an ordinary child to complete this training, they would have to go through a lot to survive.

"What? Are you scared?" A hint of disappointment flashed in Qin Wan's eyes.

Lin Yuan didn't answer. He just silently took off his ill-fitting shoes and stepped onto the treadmill.

The cold tracks made his feet tremble.

Qin Wan looked at his thin back, her eyes filled with no pity, only an almost frantic expectation.

She pressed the start button.

The treadmill emitted an old groan as the belt began to turn slowly, then faster and faster.

Five kilometers... ten kilometers... fifteen kilometers...

Lin Yuan's body was forced to run as the tracks accelerated.

His breathing began to feign rapid.

After all, he had only just met this woman and didn't understand her personality, so naturally he wouldn't treat her with sincerity.

He had to feign physical strength befitting his age, otherwise, revealing his abilities would have unpredictable consequences.

Of course, it shouldn't be too mediocre either.

So Lin Yuan began to use his mental power to carefully perceive Qin Wan's expressions and emotions.

When he felt a slight tremor in Qin Wan's eyes.

Lin Yuan glanced at the moment the speedometer on the machine pointed to "20".

He suddenly pretended that he couldn't maintain the sudden increase in speed and was almost thrown off by a huge inertia.

He then gritted his teeth, barely managed to steady himself, and continued running.

He withdrew the various enhancements that his innate true energy provided to his body, after all, he wasn't a professional actor.

To make the performance more convincing, you have to create a genuine state of exhaustion.

Even so, his current superhuman physique still doesn't cause him any strain.

However, this was no challenge for Lin Yuan. With his current control over his body and true energy, it was incredibly easy for him to break a sweat.

The next moment, the pure Yang energy in his dantian began to fully condense and erupt, forming a small, scorching sun within his body.

Qin Wan stood to the side, arms crossed, her eyes fixed on Lin Yuan.

One minute.

Lin Yuan's forehead began to sweat.

five minutes.

His breathing was like that of a broken bellows, and his face began to turn red.

ten minutes.

His legs felt as heavy as lead, and every step felt like walking on knife points, causing him to stagger.

But he did not fall.

He was like a programmed machine, running on the edge of death at a fixed, unchanging rhythm.

Qin Wan's eyes gradually became serious, and then shocked.

This is impossible!

How could a six-year-old child, a malnourished and seemingly frail commoner from the downtown area, possibly possess this level of endurance and willpower?

She had seen many geniuses, including that ingrate Lu Feng from her previous life, but none of them could behave so calmly when they first came into contact with "Burning Blood and Forging Bones".

Yes, calm.

Lin Yuan's face showed no emotion other than exhaustion. There was no pleading, no fear, and not even the slightest wavering.

Those eyes were fixed on the empty wall in front of him, as if that was his entire world.

Thirty minutes have passed.

Lin Yuan's body seemed to have reached its limit.

Sweat soaked through his clothes, clinging to his body and outlining his thin, bony frame.

Qin Wan had already walked to the treadmill without anyone noticing, and her breathing was even more rapid than Qin Yuan's.

Two fierce flames ignited in those lifeless phoenix eyes.

monster!

She found a real monster!

A monster more perfect than Lu Feng, more perfect than any genius she could imagine!

Just then.

"Creak—"

The heavy glass door of the gym was pushed open once again.

A middle-aged man with a refined demeanor, dressed in a bespoke suit, walked in.

Behind him followed a boy of similar age to Qin Yuan.

The boy was dressed in a well-fitting suit, with delicate features, but his eyes held a precocious and shrewdness that did not belong to his age.

He looked around the retro gym with curiosity, his gaze finally settling on the swaying figure on the treadmill.

The moment Qin Wan saw those two people, it felt as if all the blood in her body froze.

The fervor and shock on her face quickly faded, replaced by a chilling coldness.

The hatred that almost tore her apart roared out from the abyss of her memory, making her clenched fists turn white at the knuckles and tremble slightly.

Lu Tianming!

And... Lu Feng!

Her good husband in her past life, and her good son in her past life!

"Xiao Wan, I heard things aren't doing so well here lately. What's going on? You've even started using child labor?"

Lu Tianming said half-jokingly, his voice gentle, but his eyes were full of condescending scrutiny and pity.

He glanced at Qin Yuan on the treadmill, as if he were looking at a dirty rat, a barely perceptible look of disgust flashing in his eyes.

Qin Wan ignored him and suddenly reached out and pressed the stop button on the treadmill.

The tracks suddenly stopped.

Lin Yuan suddenly went limp, as if he had almost rolled off the treadmill.

Combined with his thin, sweaty appearance, he looked particularly disheveled.

Lu Feng, standing behind Lu Tianming, saw this scene and a hint of contempt flashed in his eyes.

Then she put on an innocent and worried expression.

"Uncle, that little brother is so pitiful." He tugged at Lu Tianming's sleeve and whispered.

"It's alright, Xiaofeng," Lu Tianming patted his head, his voice full of affection, "Your aunt is just training that child."

His gaze returned to Qin Wan, and his smile widened.

"Xiao Wan, I'm here today to help you. I heard you're looking for an adopted son to inherit your family business."

Look at this child next to me, what do you think? He's the most outstanding child I handpicked from the lower district.

Compared to the pampered children in the central urban area, the children in the lower urban area are undoubtedly more hardworking and resilient.

After speaking, Lu Tianming took out a document from his pocket and gently placed it on the equipment next to him.

Qin Wan stared intently at Lu Tianming. The same words, the same smile. In her previous life, Qin Wan had believed his words and ended up being devoured, leaving not even bones behind.

Qin Wan's chest heaved violently, and blood vessels were slowly spreading in her eyes.

Lu Tianming seemed oblivious to the change in her eyes. He walked over to Lu Feng and pushed him forward.

"Xiaofeng, quick, call her 'Mom.' From now on, she will be your mom in name only."

Lu Feng obediently took a step forward and gave Qin Wan a sweet, innocent smile.

"Mother."

That cry of "Mom" was like a red-hot branding iron, searing Qin Wan's heart.

The despair before death in his past life, the humiliation in prison, the pain of betrayal... all the memories exploded at this moment.

She smiled.

His laughter was eerie, his laughter was manic.

"OK."

She spoke slowly, her voice hoarse as if sandpaper were being rubbed.

She bent down and took Lin Yuan's hand, who was still pretending to breathe heavily.

Qin Wan moved gently, as if she were handling a rare treasure.

"Son, come here."

She pulled up Lin Yuan, who was pretending to be slumped on the ground, and walked step by step to Lu Tianming and Lu Feng.

One hand gently stroked Lin Yuan's slightly damp hair, while the other hand pointed at Lu Feng, who was smiling innocently.

Lin Yuan raised his head and looked at the boy in front of him, who was about the same age as him but looked as clean as if he were from another world.

A hint of suspicion flashed in his eyes. This child definitely wasn't from the lower city; he just didn't look like it at all!

Then Lin Yuan looked at Qin Wan beside him, whose face was smiling gently but whose body was trembling slightly.

He instinctively sensed that something was wrong, but he couldn't figure out why.

All I could sense was that the woman next to me, who was pretending to be gentle, was becoming increasingly repressed.

Qin Wan lowered her head, brought her lips close to Lin Yuan's ear, and whispered, word by word, in a voice only the two of them could hear.

"Break his legs."