"Was I rambling again..."

"I'm sorry to say goodbye in this way. Thank you for taking care of me during this time. Honestly, I don't have many regrets. My life should have ended long ago. Every day after leaving that hospital was a bonus."

"I just can't let go of Jiang ge and Fugui ge. You guys still have a long way to go in the future, but unfortunately, I can't be by your side."

"I believe you will destroy that damn bus, and Fugui ge will definitely bring his family off the bus. In the process, please be careful, and be sure to survive!"

"Huai Yi."

The time of the signature was a few days ago. Jiang Cheng roughly calculated that it should have been the night they came back after going to the supermarket. The things they bought were still stored in the kitchen.

After carefully reading the letter completely, confirming that nothing was missing, Jiang Cheng carefully put the letter away and put it back in Huai Yi's coat pocket.

He didn't want Fatty to see this letter.

At least not for the time being.

Time passed quickly. During these days, Jiang Cheng and Fatty deliberately avoided the topic of Huai Yi. Fatty didn't ask why Huai Yi's things were all gone. The days passed peacefully.

Fatty had been working hard to exercise during this time, posing in various postures in front of the mirror from time to time, observing his figure.

He seized the time to exercise, and didn't forget to study in his spare time. He had bought a few old books before, some on outdoor survival, and some well-known suspense and detective novels. He would take them out to read whenever he had time.

If Jiang Cheng wasn't using the computer, he would also crowd in front of the computer to check information, and secretly watch horror movies alone to build up his courage.

One day, Jiang Cheng inadvertently discovered that Fatty could already single-handedly watch the uncut version of *Shan Cun Lao Shi* while wearing headphones. He moved his chair away, stood in front of the computer, squatting in a horse stance, his right hand still constantly lifting dumbbells.

Faced with Fatty's efforts, Jiang Cheng, who went to bed early and woke up late, felt like a good-for-nothing.

But then Jiang Cheng thought to himself, his starting point was high, so he gave up the plan to improve with Fatty.

Until one day at noon, Jiang Cheng was squinting and leaning on the sofa, basking in the sun. Fatty pushed open the door and carried in a large sandbag almost as tall as a person, panting heavily. He was also wrapped in thick ropes.

Jiang Cheng was dumbfounded, "What are you doing?"

"Doctor, lend a hand." Fatty put down the sandbag, then ran out again, carrying back several iron frames that looked very heavy. A large pile of things was piled on the ground. There were words on the sandbag, the name of a boxing gym.

Jiang Cheng roughly understood that Fatty had scavenged these things from a closed-down boxing gym.

Fatty was very skillful, and assembled the sandbag and supporting facilities in no time.

Looking at the big sandbag hanging on the iron frame, swaying, Jiang Cheng suddenly felt that his psychological studio had come to an end. When customers came in and saw a doctor in a white coat frantically punching a sandbag, they would probably think the doctor was crazy.

"Doctor." Fatty took off his coat and said sincerely to Jiang Cheng, "Will you teach me kung fu?"

Fatty knew that the doctor was very good at fighting, and had basically never suffered a loss. He also wanted to learn some fighting skills. Before, he had completely relied on his agility and pure brute force.

"Doctor, you don't need to teach me anything too profound. I want something practical, the more practical the better, preferably something that can produce results in a short time." Fatty had seen the doctor use many fancy and useful attack methods, which were very cool, but he couldn't learn them.

Fatty wanted to learn, so Jiang Cheng naturally wouldn't refuse. He sized up Fatty's physique and felt more and more that he had missed a good seed. He taught Fatty a few practical moves specifically for him.

The moves were relatively fierce, strengthening the attacks on the knees and elbows, and then he taught him a few wrestling moves combined with grappling, which Jiang Cheng had summarized himself.

After all, it's not good to use killer moves right away.

Seeing Fatty gesturing at the sandbag, his movements a little slow, Jiang Cheng simply let Fatty attack him, using the moves he had just taught him.

"Doctor." Fatty was a little worried, "Some of these moves look very lethal, will they hurt you?"

"You're overthinking it." Jiang Cheng patted his clothes and said very casually, "Bring it on."

The next second, a figure flashed before Jiang Cheng's eyes, then his perspective rotated, and then he fell to the ground with a "thump."

"Doctor, are you okay?" Fatty hurried to help Jiang Cheng, but the next second, Jiang Cheng jumped up with a carp-like leap, smiling very mysteriously, while shaking off non-existent dust, "Not bad, you already have 3... 1% of my power."

Seeing that he had received Jiang Cheng's approval, Fatty scratched his head embarrassedly, "Really, Doctor, it's all because you taught me well. Actually, I'm very stupid and learn things very slowly."

In fact, Jiang Cheng's head was still a little dizzy from the fall just now, but he didn't say anything. While secretly sizing up this Fatty, he said indifferently, "I let you off too easy just now. This time I'll be a little more serious. Do it again." After thinking, Jiang Cheng emphasized, "Just use the moves I just taught you, don't improvise."

"Oh, oh, okay, Doctor." Fatty nodded his big head.

This time, Fatty recalled the knee and elbow movements that Jiang Cheng had taught him, so Jiang Cheng first took a heavy elbow strike, but he barely withstood it. He could have dodged it, but his pride wouldn't allow him to dodge. But the next knee strike was deadly. Who would have thought that a fatty could make such an inhuman movement.

Jiang Cheng had never thought in his life that he would be hit by a fatty with a flying knee after turning 360 degrees in the air, and then fly three meters away, stopping only after his back hit the wall.

Even if this fatty was agile, he never thought of it. Wasn't this ridiculous?

But in reality, this scene really happened. Jiang Cheng didn't know how he endured the pain, then waved his hand indifferently at Fatty, then covered his chest, and went upstairs on the pretext that he had something to do.

Leaving Fatty alone to continue training the movements that he thought were not yet good enough against the sandbag.

Jiang Cheng's face changed drastically as soon as he got upstairs, not only because of the pain, but because of Fatty's comprehension of body movements. This was no longer something that could be described with the word genius, but was skill, special skill, and this skill was engraved in his bones.

He was sure that this fatty had kung fu, and it was quite powerful, but he seemed to have completely forgotten it, but as long as someone taught him a little bit, he could quickly master it.

Another thing he couldn't figure out was that this fatty seemed to be able to predict his movements. Once, he had clearly dodged it, strange... he seemed to be able to guess what he was thinking.