Stop pretending, I'm a security guard, a five-star general!

Qin Yu smiled and waved his hand: "But don't be fooled by how small this fruit basket is, it still contains a few measly items."

Upon hearing this, Gao Ping looked into the fruit basket, and his lips twitched again.

Nima!

You really know how to use words accurately!

There really were only three sunflower seeds and two dates inside!

"Heh, heh," Gao Ping chuckled dryly, speechless. "Your mother is really thrifty and hardworking."

"There's nothing I can do, that's just how my mom is, she's incredibly stingy."

Qin Yu shook his head speechlessly, and just then, his phone rang in his pocket.

He took it out and saw that it was a call from his own mother.

"Hey, Mom, what's wrong?"

"Ah, I'm at Uncle Gao's place now, I've bought the fruit basket too."

"Oh, don't worry, I didn't embezzle a single penny of the three hundred yuan you gave me. I used it all to buy fruit baskets, and I even paid out of my own pocket three yuan and twenty-two cents."

"Okay, that's all for now, bye."

Gao Ping: "..."

Goodness, you've really redefined the meaning of "not taking a single penny"!

In ancient times, he would have to be at least on par with Heshen!

Gao Ping shook his head speechlessly and lay back down on the bed.

Seeing this, Qin Yu asked with some confusion:

"Hmm? Uncle Gao, aren't you going to eat?"

"Forget it, I'm afraid I'll overeat." Gao Ping waved his hand helplessly.

"Fine, if you're not going to eat it, then I will."

As he spoke, Qin Yu naturally took out the only two jujubes from the fruit basket and stuffed them both into his mouth.

But as soon as he took a bite, his brows furrowed abruptly, and he burst into a tirade of curses:

"Damn! This tastes awful and they still dare to charge me 1 yuan per piece! What a heartless business!"

Gao Ping looked over with a deep, unsettling gaze.

Seeing this, Qin Yu realized he had let something slip and quickly tried to cover it up with a smile:

"Oh no, it was a slip of the tongue. I meant 100 yuan a piece."

"You can pull it down."

Gao Ping rolled her eyes at him, too exhausted to even complain, and prepared to cover herself with the blanket and rest for a while.

"By the way, Uncle Gao, there's something I've always wanted to ask you?" Qin Yu suddenly asked.

“Wait a minute,” Gao Ping interrupted him, “Could you please stop calling me Uncle Gao? It sounds awful.”

Qin Yu was taken aback: "Then what should I call you? Grandpa Gao?"

"Go to hell with you!" Gao Ping said, looking utterly frustrated.

"I'm only 25 this year, not much older than you, can't you call me brother?"

Qin Yu nodded with a look of sudden realization: "Okay, Brother Gao."

"puff!!!"

Gao Ping was so angry that he spat out a mouthful of blood.

It's true what they say, "Birds of a feather flock together."

That cheeky, irritating attitude of his is exactly the same as his cousin's.

"Uncle Gao, you're not dead, are you?"

Qin Yu asked with a concerned expression.

"I'm fine, you can still call me Uncle Gao."

Gao Ping waved his hand with a look of utter despair, "By the way, what question did you want to ask me?"

"Oh, I wanted to ask you, why is there such a big difference in your abilities even though you and my cousin graduated from the same university in the same year?"

"I think my sister Sisi is always on the path of beating others up, while you're always on the path of getting beaten up?"

"Are you just wasting your time at university?"

Gao Ping: "..."

Politeness, isn't it?

Gao Ping laughed in exasperation, "Then you and the Great Xia Emperor are both human. He was already a Martial Saint at the age of 28. Can you do that?"

Qin Yu stroked his chin, pondering for a moment:

"It's not impossible."

"Come on, if you can become a Martial Saint at 28, I'll eat thick soup while standing on my head!"

Gao Ping couldn't help but roll his eyes and waved his hand.

This kid really doesn't know his own limitations.

You must know that the Martial Saint is a top-tier expert who stands at the pinnacle of martial arts in the world!

Their vast Xia Dynasty, with its billions of people, only had one Martial Saint, the Human Emperor.

Just as Qin Yu and Gao Ping were chatting idly, a beautiful female doctor pushed open the door and walked in.

She examined Gao Ping's injuries, adjusted her gold-rimmed glasses, and then said expressionlessly:

"Your injuries are healing well, and you should be able to be discharged in about a week."

When Gao Ping saw the female doctor in front of him, his eyes lit up, and he flashed what he thought was a handsome smile, striking up a conversation: