House Dad's Literary Life

“Hoo hoo, hoo hoo!” A uniform breathing came from the greenway of Jiangcheng Media University. In the faint mist in the early hours of the morning, a tall and burly figure ran out.

Black shorts, strong and powerful long legs, like a windmill constantly stirring, white vest, big waist and round body, bulging muscles outlining solid lines, skin soaked with sweat, as if breathing the exudation of a strong hormonal atmosphere!

This man, who is doing morning exercises is, of course, Yang Yi.

After coming to live here, Yang Yi feels very comfortable. Not only does he have a vast campus for daily exercise, but the high-quality air in the Tingshan District also makes his internal cultivation advance rapidly.

Of course, he is not alone on the way to do morning exercises. Jiangcheng Media University is one of the top media universities in China. Every morning, there are many diligent students that get up and exercise a little. However, those who are practicing and honing their voice and practice musical instruments is everywhere in the campus.

Although Yang Yi could not stand this kind of restraint, he still cast envious eyes from time to time.

Campus life, where youth wantonly spreads! There is also romance and pure love, which he has never experienced in his life.

Even if he is reborn again, he can’t experience it……Thinking about it, Yang Yi is still a little depressed.

“Help!”

Yang Yi has run down the campus greenway to the depths of Tingshan Mountain. Suddenly, a cry for help came from far away. He slowed down and frowned in the direction of the sound.

Is it the melodramatic plot of the hero to save beauty?

How is that possible……

After a while, Yang Yi saw a flexible little fatty rushing out of the grass, panicking and stumbling to escape.

Then, in the grass behind him, there was a wild boar. The wild boar is not big, but it was bigger than a dog. But its sharp tusks showed a ferocity that was different from a domestic pig.

“Snort!” The wild boar, with red eyes, is chasing him relentlessly.

The little fatty is more than 1.6 meters, but it is estimated that there are 160 jin of fat on his stomach. It is really amazing how fast he can run when he is frightened.

Of course, now is not the time to watch the drama, Yang Yi snorted, stepped forward, and surpassed the little fatty.

“No, it’s dangerous!” The little fatty was shocked. He wanted to turn around and pull Yang Yi. But when he turned his head to see the scene, his eyes almost popped out.

Yang Yi rushed up to meet the wild boar and suddenly made a sidestep to avoid the impact of the wild boar. Then, using his left leg, hooked up the wild boar’s hind legs, and along with the wild boar’s momentum, he picked it up!

That’s nothing!

After the dozens of kilograms wild boar was picked up by Yang Yi like a football, Yang Yi whirled his right leg in midair and hit the boar in the abdomen……

“Squeak.” The wild boar screamed in the air and suddenly stopped. Then it fell into the grass where it had run out. After that, there was no movement.

“My God!” The little fatty looked silly.

But he was really bold, or else he would not have gone to the mountains alone in the early morning to provoke a wild boar. He suppressed the fear in his heart, got to the grass and looked at it for a while.

Finally, after confirming that it was really not moving anymore, he look at Yang Yi trembling and asked, “Did, did it die?”

Yang Yi looked at him indifferently and nodded.

Don’t underestimate Yang Yi. Although he has not yet regained half of his ability in his previous life, but a wild boar, not much bigger than a dog, was hit in the abdomen by his internal force, shattering all of its internal organs. How can it possibly survive?

But, by contrast, he was more curious about how could there be wild boars in this mountain? Besides, how did this little fatty provoke this wild boar?

If it wasn’t for curiosity, Yang Yi would have left after kicking the wild boar to death.

However, the little fatty was more enthusiastic than he was. Suddenly, his eyes shone brightly. He rushed over, took Yang Yi’s hand and said piously, “Master, please accept me as a disciple! I want to learn Kung Fu from you! Real Kung Fu!”

At that moment, Yang Yi had a bad feeling.

Oh, no. It seems that he got entangled with a pervert!

Of course, the little fatty is not a pervert, but he is more sticky than sticky candy. Yang Yi cast him off with his running speed. As a result, when he got down the mountain, Yang Yi saw the guy again. He was actually waiting at the exit. He didn’t know where the guy got a bike, but he was panting while he sat on it.

“Master, please accept me as a disciple! You can use me like a cow or a horse!” The little fatty gasped and said.

It was useless. Yang Yi looked down on him. He ran such a long distance with his feet and is breathing normally. Yet, the little fatty was as tired as a dog on his bicycle.

Not to mention that Yang Yi never thought about receiving a disciple at all. Even if he did, he would not like to accept a waste.

However, the little fatty really persevered and followed Yang Yi back to the small building. The coffee shop had not been decorated yet. So, Yang Yi went up the second floor from the back staircase, and the little fatty followed him shamelessly.

Yang Yi frowned and resisted the impulse to throw him out.

It has to be said that Yang Yi somewhat like the tenacity of the little fatty.

“This building seems to be, it seems to belong to Professor Hu!” The little fatty, who looked like he just understood something, patted his head and asked in surprise, “Master, are you Professor Hu’s son?”

Originally, Yang Yi didn’t want to pay attention to him. This fellow is a just talkative, but now he unexpectedly made an outrageous guessed.

Yang Yi turned his head in a bad mood and glared at him: “This house, I rented it!”

“Ooh!” On the contrary, the little fatty was very happy, because his “master” finally spoke to him.

“That…” He wanted to keep talking.

“Shut up!” Yang Yi did not look back, and sealed his mouth with a sound.

The little fatty had to stop talking obediently, but still looked around curiously. The question in his heart began to choke him slowly again: “Do you live alone in such a big house? Where did Professor Hu go? Where did you learn Kung Fu so well, Master……?”

If he didn’t ask, he will feel uncomfortable.

“Have you had breakfast?” Yang Yi took off his wet vest, wiped off his sweat, and replaced it with a dry T-shirt. He went into the kitchen and asked.

“No.” As if he had been granted amnesty, the little fatty started to talk excitedly. “Master, you can cook too? No, I mean, do you prepare breakfast yourself?”

Yang Yi ignored him. He then cooked fried eggs and ham, and made a plate of fruit and vegetable salad, one by one, and brought it to the dining room.

“Master, you are really amazing, my mouth is watering!” said the little fatty with a look of admiration on his face.

Yang Yi smiled and looked less indifferent. He pointed to the plate in front of the little fatty and said, “Eat, before it gets cold.”

After integrating into his new identity, Yang Yi has been reflecting on whether he should still be as withdrawn as his previous life. If he can’t even make a friend, what’s the point of this rebirth?

Now that he has met a cheeky little fatty, Yang Yi suddenly fellt that it is also a good choice to get in touch with some strangers and get to know some friends.