"Alright, Dad, stop praising Chengcheng so much."
Li Biyun interrupted from the side, gently nudging Fang Cheng’s back:
"Go take a shower and get to bed early. You need to be well-rested for the exam and should definitely avoid staying up late, or you’ll feel sleepy in the exam room tomorrow."
Even as she urged him, she couldn’t help but nag a little more:
"If you need anything, just tell Mom. What do you want to eat in the morning? Should I make you so handmade noodles with a couple of poached eggs?"
"Sure, sothing light would be nice."
Fang Cheng nodded obediently, not rejecting this show of concern.
He bid goodnight to his grandfather and mother before turning to head upstairs.
He opened the door to his second-floor bedroom and locked it behind him.
A soft click sounded.
The gentle smile on Fang Cheng’s face instantly faded, and his previously relaxed back straightened slightly.
His entire being beca like a drawn blade, returning to his usual sternness and depth.
He walked to the window, drew the curtains, leaving only a small gap to observe the night outside.
Coming back so late, it wasn’t just to scout the exam venue.
After leaving the Special Search Team Headquarters, he and Ma Donghe found a nearby eatery for a quick lunch before going their separate ways.
Ma Donghe, that big brute, said he needed to hurry ho to cram for the exam, attempting to rely on last-minute efforts.
In contrast, Fang Cheng drove to the Jinshui Fish Market.
The renovation project there was in full swing.
As his planned secret base, the old renovation debris of the entire small building had been completely dismantled and cleared out.
Lin Chuqiao was indeed a talent. In just a few short weeks, not only did she resolve the complex issues with the company’s business license, but she also sourced a batch of military-grade soundproofing materials and security equipnt through private channels.
At the dusty construction site, Fang Cheng and she ticulously finalized the subsequent safety and monitoring arrangents, and he made sure to encourage her a few tis.
Lin Chuqiao, unlike before, didn’t seize the opportunity to complain or act coquettishly; instead, the more she invested in the base’s construction, the more she enjoyed it.
Watching this workaholic woman, Fang Cheng couldn’t help but smile wryly.
After leaving the Jinshui Fish Market, he went to the apartnt at Sea Sky Garden.
Recently, apart from the daily training plan that took place in the early mornings, he rarely found the ti or conditions to practice Fighting Skills.
With no disturbances there, it was the perfect place to focus on practice.
For a full three hours, he practiced Muay Thai’s knee and elbow strikes, Jujitsu’s aerial rolls, and ground submissions.
He didn’t use extraordinary Strength and speed, only honing his techniques repeatedly, engraving those lethal moves into his bones.
As for dinner, he didn’t eat with anyone.
Alone, he polished off ten pounds of high-calorie braised beef and five roast chickens inside the apartnt.
Had he not filled his stomach in advance, the little food his mother left at ho wouldn’t have even been enough to fill the gaps in his teeth.
"Tomorrow, the written exam..."
Fang Cheng walked to the bed, glanced at the study materials on the table, and a disdainful smirk appeared at the corner of his mouth.
For soone like him, with a photographic mory, that level of material was child’s play and didn’t warrant wasting any energy cramming at the last minute.
Compared to that, another matter concerned him more deeply.
Fang Cheng took off his shoes, got on the bed, and sat cross-legged.
He adjusted his breathing rate, letting his hands naturally fall onto his knees, his back as straight as a pine tree.
His eyes slowly closed.
As consciousness sank, the world around him receded like a tide.
Since forcibly suppressing that eerie "Evil Ghost Mask" last ti.
He had acutely sensed that his Inner World seed to have undergone so subtle and profound changes.
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