Become the king in the cruel game

Chapter 302 Sifang Apartment (61) Storm Competition
Looking at the hut that exists in my memory, the setting sun is almost covered, and the light shines brightly on the hut.

Feng Yu walked in slowly.

She stood next to the girl and looked at her former parents.

Stretching out his hand, he only touched a piece of nothingness. Everything in front of him was nothingness, but the touch under his feet seemed real.

This illusion is both real and false.

It's just that the surrounding scenes can be touched, but all the characters in front of them are like phantoms, unable to be perceived and can only be seen.

Feng Yu sat down on the girl's seat, and her figure overlapped with the phantom.

However, the woman opposite smiled: "Speaking of our family's treasure, what do you like? Anyway, no matter what you do, I will support you."

The woman tilted her head and looked at Feng Yu with a worried look on her face:
"Let me think about it, our baby doesn't have to worry about her studies. It's just that when she comes back every day, she looks like someone is trying to hurt her."

The woman stood up and reached out to touch the girl's head, but it was like a phantom and could not touch Feng Yu.

Feng Yu raised her head, and she looked at the smiling woman.

At this moment, she seemed to be able to feel that the other person's stretched out hand spanned time and space, and there was a slight warmth transmitted to it.

Everything in front of me seemed to become real.

"mom."

"haven't seen you for a long time."

She raised her head and looked at the woman.

It's just that the other party couldn't see Feng Yu's expression at all. After stroking the girl's head, she sat down:
"My dear, do you like fighting?"

"Do you prefer the artistic style or the fighting style? Mom supports you."

The father next to him raised his eyebrows, then picked up a piece of green vegetables as if nothing had happened, and ate silently with his head down.

He acquiesced.

No matter what his daughter likes, he is extremely supportive.

As long as my daughter is not crooked and her views are correct, she must support her to the end.

"I like fighting."

At this time, the voices of the grown-up Feng Yu and the former girl overlapped, and their eyes fell on their mother.

Years later, Feng Yu's hobbies have not changed. She just likes fighting, fighting, and occasionally using her brain.

Neither aspect should be left behind.

The woman smiled: "Baby, are you sure?"

The girl nodded: "OK."

The girl's voice was trembling. She had always had a passion for fighting. She wanted to become a strong, independent woman.

The woman burst into a smile, not only that, the middle-aged man next to him also stopped the chopsticks in his hand.

Their eyes fell on the girl, and they both said in unison:
"we support you."

The woman with no wrinkles on her face smiled: "Let me think about it, if you like fighting, it will be the most classic storm match on Qiyuan Star in a few years."

Mother and father looked at each other.

The mother continued: "The storm competition is a competition for young people. Generally speaking, the name of this competition is for the final."

"The purpose of this game is to bring all the elites together and let them set off a storm in the new era, a storm belonging to the younger generation."

"However, in order to reach the finals... you must get the top three in all local competitions. This is a process of continuous improvement."

"Only by going to the end can you enter the storm competition. The No. 1 every year will receive great honors, and the U of T Research Institute will strive to recruit them."

When the girl heard this, her eyes lit up, and his heart beat faster.

Combat training, this is what she likes, this game seems to be tailor-made for herself.

The middle-aged woman rubbed her hair:
"However, once my daughter goes to the competition, this strength will be exposed, which will attract the attention of major research institutes..."

She sighed helplessly.

(End of this chapter)