"Hmm, I really want to learn martial arts. Do you have any secrets?" Zhang Yang looked forward to it.

"Ah...ahem...don't you know how to do it already?" The middle-aged man was stunned.

"But……"

"There's nothing wrong with this. You can only rely on yourself on this path. If I can teach you, then you won't be able to survive today. It's because there are very few people like you, so I cherish your life. In fact,

It's much more important than Maimaiti's son, so work hard!" The middle-aged man stood up and seemed ready to leave.

"I would also like to ask, how did you find me in the park?" This is a very critical question. Zhang Yang does not want to be hunted down by someone who knows his whereabouts at any time.

"breath!"

"Breathe..." Zhang Yang couldn't help scratching his head, this was a bit profound.

"Just like you felt my murderous intention, when you are practicing, the human body will emit a breath. I sensed your breath, so I found you."

"Oh, I see, just like happiness and fear are contagious."

When the middle-aged man said this, Zhang Yang immediately understood. Some scientists have proven that when people are afraid, their armpits will secrete a kind of gas. When another person smells a certain pheromone in this sweat, he can

Subconsciously notice whether the person is nervous or scared. The same is true for the contagion of happiness.

Researchers have found that areas of the brain associated with fear became more active after volunteers who underwent brain scans breathed in "fear smells." The study suggests that humans, like many animals, are able to detect similar

Pheromones are released and react subconsciously.

"Sure enough, you are smart. Don't worry, there are not more than twenty people in this world who can sense your aura. Well, let's go..." the middle-aged man laughed.

"Uncle..."

"Huh?" The middle-aged man who was about to leave turned around. He felt Zhang Yang's heartbeat, as if there was something unspeakable.

"Can you lend me a hundred yuan?" Zhang Yang's face turned red, his voice was so low that he couldn't hear it, and his head almost dropped to his crotch.

"..." The middle-aged man's originally indifferent expression suddenly turned dull.

"I only need one hundred yuan, and we just ate a few steamed buns tonight..." Zhang Yang said weakly.

"Okay, haha... remember, you owe me a hundred yuan, remember, haha..." The middle-aged man took out an exquisite wallet from his clothes, took out a hundred yuan and handed it to Zhang Yang, then looked up and laughed.

left.

"I will pay it back to you!" Zhang Yang shouted.

"No, just think you owe me a favor, haha..."

The middle-aged man's voice gradually faded away, but it was extremely clear.

Hey, if you owe me a favor, I owe you a favor. Anyway, you are so powerful, you won’t beg me. Holding the brand new red banknotes in his hands, Zhang Yang also wanted to imitate the middle-aged man who looked up to the sky and screamed, and finally could eat, woo woo...

So touched!

For Zhang Yang now, the pain of hunger far exceeds the threat of Maimaiti. After all, hunger is already threatening their lives, and Maimaiti's pursuers have not seen it yet. Maimaiti is just a psychological

It's just the pressure.

Immediately, Zhang Yang suddenly felt a little regretful. Why didn't he borrow more? If he borrowed more than Qianer800, he could leave the provincial capital directly. Anyway, he owed a favor. Zhang Yang couldn't help but feel a little annoyed, but it was too late to regret now.

Already.

Of course, even if Zhang Yang was beaten to death, he would not have imagined how uneconomical it would be for him to owe someone a favor for one hundred yuan based on his future achievements and status. Although Zhang Yang's wisdom and calculation ability were superb, he could not calculate his own

In the future, now he is still running around for three meals.

"Liu Biao, Liu Biao, get up, let's eat..."

"The dog said, wake up, it's time to eat!"

"Ah... don't make any noise, I'm already eating!" Liu Biao turned over and salivated at the corner of his mouth. Obviously, he didn't want to interrupt his dream of eating steamed buns.

"Whether you want to eat it or not, I will eat steamed buns instead."

"Ah, steamed buns! Steamed buns! Where are the steamed buns? Where are the steamed buns..."

Liu Biao suddenly sat up and looked around.

Poor Liu Biao suffered from hunger all night, and all he could see in his eyes was steamed buns...

"Look!" Zhang Yang proudly shook the banknotes in his hand.

"Ah...money, hahaha...I can finally eat...where did you get the money?" Liu Biao looked around at the darkness. It seemed that it was not yet dawn.

"I picked it up, hehe..." Zhang Yang didn't bother to tell Liu Biao that this thing couldn't be explained.

"***, I'm so lucky. I walked around the park all day yesterday and didn't find a single cent." Liu Biao looked depressed.

"Let's go eat steamed buns!"

"Hmm, let's go eat some steamed buns, eat one and throw one away..."

…

The two of them ran to a nearby breakfast shop, bought a large bag of steamed buns, and bought two boxes of milk. Then they ran to the park to enjoy themselves slowly. Naturally, eating one and throwing the other away was out of the question for the time being.

"Why don't you eat egg rice noodles?"

Liu Biao finished off more than a dozen steamed buns in one breath, and he slumped down on the chair. Not satisfied, Zhang Yang couldn't help but sigh, this guy wants better things after eating steamed buns. When he was dreaming just now, he was still thinking about steamed buns. Now, immediately

I think of eggs.

Zhang Yang believes that if he eats rice noodles with eggs, he must have higher requirements.

"Holy shit, this is our living expenses for the next few days. I can't give it to you. The aunt who sets up a stall and plays balloons in the park is much richer than us!" Zhang Yang carefully put the remaining money in his pocket, although he was ready to

I have to find a job today, but the money for food in the bag is always more reliable and cannot be wasted by Liu Biao.

Comfortable!

Finally had enough.

As the morning light slowly opened, Liu Biao's stomach was as full as a balloon, and he fell down on the chair to sleep. In Liu Biao's own words, he was suffering from rice sickness, that is to say, he felt like sleeping after eating.

Of course, Zhang Yang believes that this is just the living habit of a pig, eating and sleeping!

Seeing the morning glow getting brighter and brighter, Zhang Yang was too lazy to sleep. Sleep seemed not very important to him now. Doing more actions would make him feel better.

The dewdrops dotted the green grass, reflecting the dazzling light. It was another refreshing morning. The park seemed to be arranged to alternate with each other. Some wanderers also got up early and left, replacing their

They are still those old men and women who exercise.

Zhang Yang performed the movements selflessly, still repeating them thousands of times. However, if you watched Zhang Yang's practice yesterday, you will find that Zhang Yang's movements are now smoother and more flexible...
Chapter completed!