High-level martial arts: Starting with a heart of steel, stats crush everything.

Two hours later.

Amidst the students' excited cheers and cries, this rally, ostensibly a grand oath-taking ceremony but actually a gratitude education and a bragging contest, finally came to an end.

"Chen Mo, Chen Mo, wake up, it's over."

Xiao Qifeng nudged Chen Mo's shoulder, and Chen Mo, who was drooling in his sleep, was suddenly jolted awake.

"Hmm, oh? All done?"

Chen Mo wiped his face; he felt sleepy whenever he heard these people from the education system talking.

Their voices are like magic, drilling into your ears and making him release melatonin like crazy.

Especially for math teachers, it works even better than melatonin capsules.

"Am I really that boring?"

Xiao Qifeng recalled the students' reactions; they were all clearly excited.

"It's not your problem, it's my problem."

Chen Mo wiped his drool, got up and stretched.

"How about we grab a bite to eat?"

Xiao Qifeng is already doing Chen Mo a favor by being able to have a meal with him now, so of course he has to seize this opportunity.

However, Chen Mo himself didn't feel much of a difference, and he treated the people around him the same as before.

"I'm not going. There are two pigs waiting for me at home."

Chen Mo shook his head. Joseph and Yang Zuo were both very disciplined; they wouldn't eat freely unless he came home for dinner.

How to put it? It's like having a Doberman and a Golden Retriever at home.

It may sound harsh, but this is indeed Chen Mo's true feeling.

"Why don't you come over to my place for a meal and meet my friends while you're at it?"

"Is that alright?" Xiao Qifeng was somewhat flattered. Chen Mo was now the most influential person in the entire Taizhou City.

"It's nothing, just a meal."

"Why don't you invite your wife and kids too? It'll just add a couple more pairs of chopsticks."

Chen Mo didn't know what Xiao Qifeng was so excited about; it was just a matter of having two more pairs of chopsticks.

"Let's go, call your wife and kids, and get in your beat-up little car?"

Chen Mo patted Xiao Qifeng on the shoulder, and Xiao Qifeng happily took out his phone to call his wife and children at home.

...

On the evening of January 26th, Chen Mo, who was sitting on the sofa, accidentally felt a small notebook in the crack of the sofa.

"What is this thing?"

Chen Mo took out the notebook and opened it without thinking.

January 15th, sunny.

"I ate fifteen pounds of beef and three lamb legs today. Joseph's cooking is really good. I just wonder if Chen Mo will find out when he gets back that the dried beef brisket he saved is gone."

"I hope we don't get caught; I can't beat him yet."

January 16th, sleet.

"Chen Mo stayed home all day today. I could sense that he seemed to have noticed his dried beef brisket had disappeared."

"I ate another thirty pounds of beef today. Chen Mo's family are all good people; I like them very much."

"Aunt Xu's cooking is delicious; she's the best."

January 17, sunny.

"Chen Mo brought back an old man today. The old man looked very weak, and I wonder why he and Chen Mo are so close."

"I had grilled beef spine today, but I'm still a little hungry."

"Perhaps the body tempering has increased the energy required?"

"..."

Chen Mo silently closed the notebook. When did Yang Zuo develop the bad habit of writing a diary?

Who keeps a diary if they're a decent person?

Even if you keep a diary, who would write their innermost thoughts in a diary and hide them in such a completely open place?

"Calling him a Doberman is an insult to the Doberman; he's just a complete idiot..."

After putting the diary back in, Chen Mo planned to have a good chat with Yang Zuo about his dried beef brisket.

"Son, should we prepare thirty-six dishes for our New Year's Eve dinner?"

Xu Liu, who was busy in the kitchen, came out. With Joseph's help these past few days, her workload had been reduced by more than half.

She only needed to stand aside and instruct Joseph, and delicious dishes would be served.

Joseph worked as hard as a black slave, or rather, he quite enjoyed this kind of life.

"You can discuss it with Joseph. I'm fine with whatever I want to eat."

Chen Mo didn't have time to deal with these things at the moment; he needed to go to the balcony to clean up the thief on the dried cow brisket.

"Okay, then."

Xu Liu nodded, and seeing that her son seemed to have something important to do, she didn't delay him.

"Ms. Xu, would you like the menu for this year's New Year's Eve dinner?"

Joseph came out wearing a pink apron and carrying a large black pot.

She's a complete housewife.

"Never mind him, call your Uncle Chen over and discuss it."

......

The streets are becoming increasingly deserted, but the festive atmosphere of the New Year is growing stronger!

Everyone walking on the street had a happy smile on their face.

Although the streets were deserted, every household was quite lively.

Especially Chen Mo's family...

Besides the smoky barbecue grill on the balcony, Joseph was cooking in the kitchen by himself, using two large ladles.

After several days of learning, Yang Zuo has mastered the barbecue skills.

He was overseeing two barbecue grills by himself; one contained two whole roasted lambs, and the other contained slow-roasted beef brisket.

These are all the main dishes for tonight.

That's not all. Wei Zhen had someone deliver all sorts of fresh seafood, which will all end up in Chen Mo's and the others' stomachs tonight.

"Feed? Uncle Song?"

Chen Mo, on the other hand, used his phone to call his friends and elders to wish them a Happy New Year.

He ranked Liang Yongsheng and Tian Xingxing first, after all, they were his mentors in martial arts.

The second one is Song Bin, who can be considered Chen Mo's half-master.

"Xiao Mo?"

Song Bin was somewhat surprised to receive the call; he was currently in the military camp analyzing how to proceed with the mid-level abyss.

He recently obtained a lot of intelligence, including information about the deep abyss of Kunlun Mountain.

"What's wrong? Why are you calling me at this hour?"

Song Bin immediately put down what he was doing and walked to the side.

"Is it because the Abyss Cult wasn't completely eradicated? Should I send someone from the company to help you?"

"No, no, Uncle Song, have you forgotten what day it is today?"

Chen Mo was startled. How did this get involved with the Abyss Cult?

"What day is it today? Is it the submission day for the sixteenth version of the Mid-Level Abyss Contingency Plan?"

Upon hearing that there was no danger, Song Bin relaxed and his tone softened considerably.

"Today is New Year's Eve, I've come to wish you a Happy New Year."

"Happy New Year..." Song Bin's heart softened; it had been so long since he had celebrated New Year's Eve.

Over the years, facing the threat of the abyss rift, he had forgotten this holiday for family reunion.

Besides, he had no family left, only his brothers and sisters in the military.

No, now that Chen Mo is around, he still thinks about him.

"Happy New Year, Uncle Song. I'm not good at saying auspicious words, so I just wish you good luck in your future endeavors."

Chen Mo noticed Song Bin's surprise and quickly steered the conversation back on track.

"Thank you. I wish you a speedy path to becoming a grandmaster."

Song Bin smiled from the bottom of his heart. It felt so good to be cared for...