"Is there something wrong?" Chen Qingyang asked directly, his tone obviously a little impatient.

If it weren't for Chen Bailang getting the notice for him, Chen Qingyang would probably have hung up his phone directly.

Chen Qingyang didn't have any good feelings for this father.

"It was your grandmother who asked me to make this call and ask you what you need help?" Chen Bailang said helplessly on the other end of the phone.

Chen Qingyang suddenly realized, no wonder Chen Bailang would call him on his own initiative, it turned out that he was ordered by his grandmother.

Chen Bailang is also a hero who is not afraid of heaven and earth. Even when he was facing the underworld godfather who ruled the entire Jiangnan region, he was not afraid at all and could still chat and laugh. If anyone in this world could control him, he would undoubtedly be Chen Qingyang's grandmother.

Chen Qingyang admired Chen Bailang for this. No matter how he calls the wind and rain outside, he would always speak to his grandmother in a low voice at home, and never dared to refute and talk back.

"No, if nothing else, I'll go to bed." Chen Qingyang said coldly.

"That's good, by the way, I have a friend in Haicheng. If you have something you can't handle, you can go to her and say you are my Chen Bailang's son. Even if you kill someone and set fire, she can settle it for you." Chen Bailang said.

"I don't think there is any need for this." Chen Qingyang refused directly.

He knew that Chen Bailang had a great reputation in the Tao, and the friends he knew were definitely famous and well-known figures, but Chen Qingyang didn't need these at all, and he didn't want to owe Chen Bailang favors.

"I have sent the phone to your phone. As for whether you need it or not, it is your own business." After that, Chen Bailang hung up the phone directly.

The two are worthy of being father and son, and their tough style is exactly the same.

Sure enough, as soon as Chen Bailang hung up the phone, he sent a text message from the other end, with only a simple number on it, not even a name.

Chen Qingyang originally wanted to delete the text message, but he thought about it and then turned off his phone, returned to bed and fell asleep directly.

There was nothing to say all night. At six o'clock in the morning, Chen Qingyang got up on time, washed up and started a day's morning jog.

After being seriously injured, Chen Qingyang's body became fragile and could not undergo high-intensity training. He could only rely on running to stimulate the blood vessel tendons and veins in his body. Although the effect was very minimal, Chen Qingyang did not want to give up.

As early as yesterday, Chen Qingyang was probably familiar with the environment of Fuhai University. After getting off the dormitory building, he ran to the playground as if he was familiar with the road.

Fuhai University was very quiet at six o'clock in the morning. In such a large campus, only vaguely saw figures in groups of three or three. Chen Qingyang couldn't help but speed up and his body was galloping on the campus road like the wind.

Although he was seriously injured, Chen Qingyang's speed was far less than that of ordinary people. Fortunately, there were no one on the school road, otherwise he would have thought he had seen a ghost.

After arriving at the playground, Chen Qingyang did not slow down. While taking steady and rhythmic steps, he felt the flow of force in his body.

A Mingjin warrior can cultivate a stream of air in his body, which is what ordinary people call "internal strength". This internal strength is stored in the human body's dantian. The stronger the internal strength, the stronger the strength of his own.

If it means that the internal strength of the martial artist is like a small stream, then the dark martial artist is a rushing river, with a gap of at least five times.

Now Chen Qingyang's body has very little power left, and he is not even as good as a warrior in the early stage of the Dark Power.

When the internal strength flowed to the Dantian position, it suddenly disappeared for no reason. Chen Qingyang was no longer surprised.

"Oh, I don't know when the Dantian will recover." Chen Qingyang sighed in his heart.

A year ago, 90% of the tendons and veins in Chen Qingyang's body were broken, and his internal strength was almost completely disintegrated. After a year of cultivation, he had only recovered a little bit, and his dantian could no longer store internal strength. In other words, no matter how hard he tried, his strength could not break through to the level of hidden strength again.

After round, Chen Qingyang ran tirelessly. Even though he had already sweated profusely, he still had no intention of stopping.

Half an hour later, the playground finally welcomed the second morning runner, and it seemed to be a girl.

Chen Qingyang no longer knew how many laps he had run. When he saw someone appear, he slowed down. After all, his speed was too fast at this moment. It would probably take only six or seven seconds to run a hundred meters, and he ran at this speed for half an hour.

The girl was stunned when she saw someone running on the playground, and her expression was slightly stunned, and her eyes couldn't help but stare at Chen Qingyang.

Chen Qingyang seemed to notice that the girl was observing him from a distance. He looked up and suddenly found that the other person's figure was a little familiar.

As she slowly approached, Chen Qingyang finally knew who she was.

"It's you?" The girl was obviously very surprised when she saw Chen Qingyang.

It's only about six o'clock in the morning now, and most people are still lying in bed and sleeping. She is the first to appear in the playground to run. Unexpectedly, someone finally got earlier than her today.

Chen Qingyang stopped slowly, took a few deep breaths, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and said with a smile: "I didn't expect that we would meet so soon."

The girl is nothing else, but the school beauty Ye Nansheng, whom she met on campus yesterday.

At this time, Ye Nansheng was wearing a white sportswear, his black and shiny hair was tied up with rubber bands, revealing a delicate face, and his whole body was filled with the breath of youthful and sunny.

"Why did you get up so early to run?" Ye Nansheng looked up and down at Chen Qingyang, and saw that his clothes were already wet, and it was obvious that he had been here for quite some time.

"I can't sleep on the first day of school, so I got up and exercise." Chen Qingyang shrugged and said.

"On the first day? Are you a freshman?" Ye Nansheng asked in surprise.

"Well, a major in archaeology." Chen Qingyang said.

"Your major is quite unpopular. I am from the English School and I am already a senior this year." Ye Nansheng said.

"I know, and I also know that you are a top school beauty." Chen Qingyang laughed.

Ye Nansheng smiled bitterly, obviously she didn't like this title very much.

"By the way, thank you yesterday. If you have time, I want to treat you to dinner tonight." Ye Nansheng said with a smile. Seeing Chen Qingyang running in the playground so early today, I immediately felt a lot of affection for him.

Of course, it is only limited to the favorable feelings of ordinary friends.

"Tonight, I made an appointment to our dormitory to have dinner outside tonight, I'm afraid it won't work." Chen Qingyang said regretfully.

The smile on Ye Nansheng's face suddenly froze. This seemed to be the second time Chen Qingyang refused his invitation?

If other boys knew that Chen Qingyang had rejected the invitation of the school beauties twice, I wonder if he would kill him alive.

"Nan Sheng, who are you chatting with?" At this moment, a slender and handsome boy trotted over.
Chapter completed!