I will be stronger after the remake

Female passerby: What's wrong? Did you get a stomachache from eating hot pot?

Male protagonist: Because I miss you so much.

Female passerby: "...Please, find someone else to flirt with."

"It's both disgusting and hilarious, bro, where did you get this joke from?"

Tang Ping recalled for a moment, then shook her head and said, "I forgot, maybe he's mentally challenged."

"Are there any similar ones?" Yu Shujiang asked expectantly.

Tang Ping thought for a moment and said, "If you ingest non-Newtonian liquids, you will be in a dilemma—if you strain, you will get constipated, and if you relax, you will get diarrhea."

Yu Shujiang said with a complicated expression, "It's a bit subtle. To understand this, you need a certain foundation in physics. People who don't understand will just be confused. If a joke needs to be explained, it won't be funny at all. Besides, I want to hear jokes related to love, not toilet humor."

Tang Ping immediately lost patience, reciting a long string of things: "When looking at a girl, look into her eyes first. If you find she's not looking at you, then look at her legs. Don't focus solely on finding a girlfriend; find a girlfriend first, then focus on her. Girls with boyfriends are the easiest to pursue because you only have one competitor. Don't rush into a relationship; be friends with her first and see if her friends are prettier than her. Girls never care what color Ferrari you drive."

"What are you talking about?! This isn't a love story, it's a collection of scumbag quotes. Dude, you've gone bad..."

As Yu Shujiang was complaining, a thought suddenly flashed in her mind: "Wait a minute, it doesn't seem like it can't be used. It would make sense if another philandering bad man said these lines. Brother, could you say them again?"

Tang Ping had no choice but to repeat it again.

The brother and sister argued and bickered, and soon it was evening.

When Yu Saifeng drove home and saw Tang Ping, she couldn't help but touch her face: "It's really true, you really didn't use any beauty filters."

They really are mother and daughter; their reactions are exactly the same.

Tang Ping took a step back, shaking off the touch, and asked, "Where's Uncle?"

"He's still fiddling with that broken stone. Never mind him, let's eat first."

Aunt Zhang's cooking skills were as excellent as ever. Tang Ping couldn't help but show off two big bowls. Anyway, with Ling Ge by her side, she didn't need to worry too much about her weight.

The "fox spirit" spirit has the effect of controlling body shape. After all, in mythology, the fox spirits who transform into humans are not fat and big-eared, and the group that likes fat people is ultimately a very small minority.

After dinner, Tang Ping went to the study, where Yu Saifeng handed him a file folder and said, "This is the result of the investigation. Take a look for yourself."

Tang Ping opened the file bag and took out a payment record. The amount was 65225, with both odd and even amounts. The sender was a woman named Feng Lin, and the recipient was his father. The payment was made thirteen years ago, which, judging from the date, was not long after his father sacrificed himself to save someone.

There was also a personal family relationship investigation report, the subject of which was Feng Lin. It showed that she was a single mother who divorced her husband due to domestic violence and raised her two daughters alone. The eldest daughter was named Feng Yingying and the youngest daughter was named Feng Maimai.

Chapter Twenty-Eight Uncle Jiang

"Is it unexpected, or justified...?"

Although nothing was explicitly stated, the clues were so clear that Tang Ping, being no fool, naturally guessed the truth and fell silent, involuntarily recalling the past.

Seeing this, Yu Saifeng deliberately teased in order to break the heavy atmosphere: "I saw the photos of these two sisters. Their ID photos show that they look very proper. They must be even more beautiful in person. It's a pity that they only wanted to repay a debt of gratitude and didn't fall in love with you at first sight."

"Young people these days are well-informed and have seen so many handsome men and beautiful women with filters and beauty apps. They're not so easily swayed by love at first sight," Tang Ping said dismissively.

"That's hard to say. The feeling of a real person and a video is ultimately different. Besides, with your current appearance, son, if you get a handsome hairstyle and change into fashionable clothes, you'll barely qualify."

Yu Saifeng couldn't help but reach out and touch her face again.

Tang Ping quickly dodged, complaining, "Mom, isn't this something that could be explained in a single sentence over the phone? Why did you have to make me come back?"

Yu Saifeng put her hands on her hips, glared at him, and said, "Can't a mother miss her son and want to see him up close?"

"Okay, okay, of course it's okay."

"What kind of attitude is this? You're not even married yet, and you're already looking down on your mother."

"No, how could that be?"

"They only call when they need someone and ignore when they don't. They only call when they need me to investigate, and then they turn their backs on me once they have the information. Ha, men throughout history have always been like this. When they need something, they rely on Zhong Wuyan; when they don't, they rely on Xia Yingchun."

"What is all this nonsense? How many melodramas have you watched?" Tang Ping couldn't take it anymore. "If you have any grievances, go find Uncle Jiang. He has been teaching and educating people for so many years, and his merits are immeasurable. He can definitely resolve them."

Yu Saifeng said with disdain, "Forget about finding him. Ever since the school was closed down, he spends his days planting flowers, tending grass, looking for stones, carrying a hoe and pretending to be a hermit in the mountains. He's become more and more indifferent to worldly desires, like a saint. Every time I touch him, I feel like I'm desecrating him."

No wonder she's so resentful; it's the mental stress of menopause.

Tang Ping was quite helpless, but she could only bite the bullet and coax her. She could be impatient with her sister, but not with her mother. She decided to honestly be an emotional dumping ground and do her best to fulfill her filial duty.

……

The next morning, Tang Ping woke up early, splashed water on her face, and her clever mind immediately returned to its peak.

"I'm sleeping less and less, but I feel very energetic and not sleepy at all. Is this also an effect of Linga's influence?"

The fox spirit is not a physical enhancement type spirit in the strict sense. Apart from her appearance and flexibility, Tang Ping did not feel any other improvement. However, it has already subtly and silently affected all aspects of her life.

He went downstairs to the courtyard, intending to practice a set of military boxing, when he saw a handsome middle-aged man with black-rimmed glasses squatting on the ground, adding soil to a bright yellow chrysanthemum.

"Good morning, Uncle."

"Hmm, you also got up very early. I really hope that Shujiang can learn more from your strengths."

Uncle Jiang turned around and smiled at Tang Ping: "I haven't congratulated you on passing the civil service exam yet. I'll give you a gift later."

"Sigh, Archives, a haven for the elderly, don't blame me for being decadent and wasting the country's educational resources."

Uncle Jiang pushed up his glasses and smiled elegantly: "Lu Xun once said, 'I don't understand why the Chinese are so calm about the old situation, so anxious about new opportunities, so accommodating to established situations, and so demanding of perfection in emerging things.' People of different eras have different responsibilities, and we cannot generalize and prevent young people from taking their own paths."

"Since the country has introduced this position and set an age limit, it is better to give it to someone who is resentful and feels that his talents are being limited by the position than to someone who is easygoing and accepts the status quo. From this perspective, it is a perfect match for you to pass the exam and take this position, saving the country resources and avoiding internal talent drain."

Tang Ping gave a thumbs up and said, "If others said this, I would just take it as a consolation, but I believe what you said, Uncle."

Uncle Jiang, whose real name is Jiang Zhenhua, is the third child in his family and is a volunteer teacher.

With his looks and education, even if he came from a poor family, it wouldn't be difficult for him to find a wife in the mountains; there would be plenty of girls willing to pay him.

The reason he married into the Yu family was because the Yu family promised to renovate the school where he would be teaching.

However, with the decrease in newborns and the continuous migration of people from the mountainous areas, the number of students has been decreasing. Now the school has been closed and merged, and Jiang Zhenhua has been freed from his lifelong education career. Since then, he has been free from all worries, forgetting himself and the world, indulging in the beauty of nature, leisurely and content.

Tang Ping squatted down next to Uncle Jiang and casually asked, "What kind of flower is this?"

"The phoenix spreads its wings. Look at the delicate tubular petals of this flower. The flower opens and spreads outwards, the petals curling upwards, resembling a phoenix spreading its wings. The central petals curl inwards, as if the phoenix is ​​dancing gracefully..."

As if he were teaching in a classroom, Uncle Jiang spoke slowly, his voice full of magnetism, drawing people in unconsciously and making them ignore the dryness of the content.

The two were clearly being polite, unlike the interactions between mother and son, or brother and sister, the day before.

This can be seen from the way they are addressed.

Tang Ping has no memory of his biological mother, so he has no psychological barrier to calling Yu Saifeng "Mom". However, his biological father treated him very well, and he really couldn't give up this title to someone else.

It's not that Tang Ping is being pretentious. If his biological father were still alive, he wouldn't mind having a godfather or adoptive father. It's precisely because his biological father has passed away that he cares so much about the form of address, because it's the mark his father left on him.

Fortunately, Uncle Jiang didn't care about these things, and even suggested that Tang Ping just call him uncle, and he never treated Tang Ping as his son.

It's not that the two have a bad relationship; on the contrary, their relationship is much more harmonious than that of ordinary relatives. There are some things that Tang Ping will not ask her mother or sister for advice, but will only ask Uncle Jiang for advice.

If one had to find a description, the relationship between the two was closer to that of a master and disciple in ancient times, at least that's what Tang Ping thought.

"Alright, you two stop chatting and come eat."

Yu Saifeng greeted the two of them, then couldn't help but complain to Uncle Jiang, "Xiaoping is already so detached from worldly desires. If you teach him to grow flowers and plants, he might turn from a Buddhist youth into a Taoist youth, and he might not even have the idea of ​​starting a family anymore. Don't mislead him!"

Uncle Jiang laughed and said, "Maybe it's even better. We can let him marry Shu Jiang then, making our family even closer."

“I, I, I don’t mind,” Yu Shujiang quickly raised her hand.

“I mind,” Tang Ping said disdainfully.

Yu Saifeng had the same expression: "I won't agree either. My son is a fine young man, how can he marry such a lazy thing as you?"

"Mom, who is your real child?!"

Overwhelmed with grief, Yu Shujiang decided to channel her sorrow into her appetite, first eating two soft-boiled buns, a serving of three-delicacy bean curd sheets, and a bowl of beef noodles.

Chapter Twenty-Nine: Emergency Conscription

On Sunday afternoon, Tang Ping had booked her train ticket and was on her way to the train station when she received a call from Director Hu.

"Tang Ping, have you gotten on the bus?"

"Not yet, is there anything I can help you with, Director?"

Director Hu seemed very nervous and said quickly, "It's like this, multiple great monsters have appeared in your local Illusionary Realm. The Spiritual Energy Administration has issued a Level 2 alert and an emergency conscription order, requiring all official spiritual energy users within the province to assemble and participate in the battle."

Tang Ping quickly understood the situation and asked with a serious expression, "So, I happen to be within the conscription area. Where should we assemble?"

"Don't worry, listen to me. Your situation is rather special. First, you are not under the local Psionic Management Bureau. Second, you are a Psionicist in the Public Security Section, not the Armed Forces Section. Third, you have been in the profession for less than half a year. No matter how urgent the situation is, the organization would not send a newcomer to his death. Therefore, the emergency conscription order has no binding force on you. I am just explaining the situation to you. Whether you go or not is entirely up to you."

"No need to say anything, I'll go."

Hu Ze earnestly advised, "Don't make a decision immediately. Let me remind you, Level 2 alert means that the danger level is equivalent to a fourth-level great demon. Not to mention a newcomer like you, even I would have a high probability of sacrificing myself if I went. As a newcomer, your strength is meager, and even if you went, you wouldn't be of much help. To put it bluntly, one more or one less makes no difference, but the risk is huge. So think carefully before you answer."

Tang Ping let out a breath and said, "Director, I understand the situation very well and I also understand the risks involved. Perhaps my personal strength is insignificant, but putting aside the fact that my family lives here, I was taught from a young age that to fight disasters, we must be united and work together. When one place is in trouble, help comes from all sides. How could I possibly run away now?"

Then, in a relaxed tone, he said, "I don't know if we psionicists talk about Dao Heart in our cultivation, but if I run away now, my Dao Heart will definitely be shattered."

"No regrets?"

"Who can guarantee what the future holds? Let my future self regret it."

Hearing this familiar answer, Hu Ze laughed and then said, "Alright, then I won't try to persuade you anymore. You have a calm and steady personality, so I don't need to remind you not to be reckless. Remember to take good care of yourself. Helping others and protecting yourself are not contradictory."

"I know."

Subsequently, Hu Ze sent the contact information and assembly point of the local Psionic Administration via WeChat. Tang Ping noted it down and immediately hailed a taxi to go there. On the way, she canceled her train ticket, even though it would incur a lot of handling fees, but every little bit saved counts.

About half an hour later, the taxi arrived at its destination.

Tang Ping dialed the number and found the temporary person in charge, then showed them his identification.

The temporary supervisor checked Tang Ping's identification and discovered that Tang Ping was a psionicist from another province and also worked for the Public Security Bureau. He said with great respect, "Thank you for your support. May I ask what your expertise is? This will allow us to assign tasks more appropriately."

Psionicists value their personal privacy highly and generally do not easily disclose their spiritual information to others except for colleagues in their workplace.

Of course, non-unique first-stage psychic abilities are relatively less vigilant about intelligence, since most general-purpose psychic abilities have no value in keeping secret, and any decent organization keeps records of intelligence.

"My spiritual essence is that of a fox spirit, and I have mastered the basic spiritual arts of the water and wood elements."

Tang Ping frankly told him that the real secret he needed to hide was the "Three-Eyed Spirit Radiance," while the Spirit Radiance was a decoy used to attract the attention of those who wanted to spy on him.

"Thank you for your cooperation. Your task is to heal the injured psionicists in the rear."

The person in charge clearly knew about the fox spirit and reminded him, "We have arranged for the deputy captain of the armed forces section to protect the rear. You should stick close to him as much as possible. If you encounter any dangerous situations, you can borrow strength from him in time. I will also remind him."

"Okay, please."

"I should be thanking you. Please take care of your own safety and don't go near the front lines."

The person in charge quickly filled in the information on a form, including their name and task assignment, and then handed it to Tang Ping.

Following the guidance, Tang Ping arrived at a room where the Illusion-Breaking Stone had been set up. With a flash of light, she entered the Realm of Illusion.

On the other side of the Illusionary Realm, a state of war has clearly been entered, the atmosphere is tense, and people are coming and going, making it seem exceptionally busy.

In order to minimize the waste of the combat power of the psionicists, the organization dispatched some non-psionic soldiers to undertake logistical support tasks.

As soon as Tang Ping was transferred over, a soldier took the form from him, glanced at it, and said, "Go to the left passage. There's a Taoist nun there. She's Yun Yanzi, the captain of the medical team. You'll be under her command for now."

Tang Ping nodded, took the military equipment from the other party, and immediately walked towards the left passage. Before long, he arrived at a drill ground. After a quick glance, he found his target—the other party's attire was quite conspicuous.

"Hello, my name is Tang Ping. I am a first-level psychic. My superiors assigned me to work in the medical team."

"Don't be nervous, our medical team is relatively safe. Just remember to conserve your spiritual energy and don't waste it. A little extra spiritual energy at a critical moment could save a life."

Yunyanzi smiled and flicked his whisk, which touched Tangping's shoulder. Tangping immediately felt all her distracting thoughts disappear, and the slight tension caused by the atmosphere vanished, as if it had truly been brushed away.

Tang Ping glanced at him briefly. The man was of average appearance and about forty years old, but his temperament was truly otherworldly. His eyes were as clear as a mirror lake, as if they could reflect one's image. He had long, snow-white hair, and his image perfectly matched that of a reclusive master in a martial arts novel.

"I've heard that several powerful demons have appeared this time. Could you tell me who they are?"

Yunyanzi said, "There are none, only spider demons."

Tang Ping was taken aback and blurted out, "Is it the spider demon from 'Journey to the West'?"

"Yes, that's the problem. There are seven spider demons in Journey to the West, so there are also seven great monsters appearing this time. They are weak individually, the weakest among the three ranks, but the seven of them working together are extremely dangerous."

Tang Ping sighed, "Even the weakest are still at the third level. Seven third-level cultivators joining forces is indeed dangerous."

Yun Yanzi shook her head slightly and said, "Not only that, everyone is worried that they have helpers."

"helper?"

Tang Ping recalled the original story and his expression changed: "Could it be a centipede demon!"