Good Evening, Mr President! - Chapter 1886 - : i don’t need you to care about me.

Martial Arts Grandmaster，who achieved the limit of human body, can fight a hundred foes alone as the founder of styles and schools. Yet, they could only reign supreme in ancient times. But the Immortals... Flying on the wind without relying on, they travel through the Azure Void, heading to the Northern Sea by dawn and reaching Cangwu Realm by dusk. Feeding on the wind and drinking the dew, transcending the mundane world, wandering freely with eternal life. That is humanity’s ultimate romance. Are Immortals fictional? Do they not exist in the real world? The outcome depends on the individual! The Martial Path was originally a defiance of the heavens, surpassing limits, turning the impossible into possible! So, what is wrong with desiring to become a Human Immortal, journeying to the Northern Sea Star by morning and reaching the Cangwu Realm by dusk? This is the story of someone in the modern world of martial arts who, armed with just a bit of informational advantage, ultimately became a Human Immortal and shattered stars with a single punch.

After retiring from the National Team, Qi Yue devoted herself to the study of agriculture.At a certain gathering, someone instigated a challenge, proposing that whoever lost at the shooting game would have to be kissed by Qi Yue.Seeing Qi Yue in the test fields, carrying a hoe, covered in mud and planting potatoes without any care for her appearance, turned everyone’s faces green with unease.Everyone scrambled to aim for the bullseye, terrified of being penalized.The final result was that the male god of University A, Gu Huai, raised his hand and shot a zero.The second time they met, Gu Huai was being maliciously provoked and overwhelmed at the Fencing Gym.Qi Yue couldn't stand by and was compelled to intervene.The third time they met, Gu Huai was homeless on the streets.Qi Yue spent all her living expenses for three months to help him.Years later.Qi Yue looked at the world shooting records certificate, the fencing championship trophy, and the dozen or so real estate certificates, all bearing Gu Huai's name, and fell into deep thought: “......”

My name is Zhang Yanhang. I am an ordinary awakened person and a part-time college student. I live a monotonous life at three o’clock and one line every day. I go to school, practice, and go home. I neither smoke nor drink. My only hobby is to pause in time. Observe humans at the time.

I thought this boring life would last forever, but when I was lying in bed and preparing to go to bed that night, I accidentally ran into some interesting things.

[Whether to enter the world of ashes? 】

[Option 1: Yes (Successfully enter the world of ashes and gain the ability to digitize the body and the channels to become stronger. The price is that you may be late for school tomorrow because of staying up late.)]

[Option 2: No (Refusing to enter the world of ashes but feeling a bit wasteful to sleep right away, so I started playing games all night and practicing by the way, at the cost of being late for school tomorrow because of staying up late.)]

[Option 3: Ignore for the time being (It is recommended for patients with difficult diseases to choose this option. After that, you who have been suffering from sleepless nights and entangled whether to enter the ashes world will go to sleep at two in the morning. The price is that you may be late for school tomorrow because of staying up late. )】

ps: The protagonist is not the Virgin, kills decisively, the brain circuit is different from ordinary people, don’t like it if you don’t like it.

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“Y-young master, the Lord is requesting your presence.”

I looked at myself in the mirror as a maid's voice, laced with trepidation, reached my ears.

“Tell him I'll be there shortly.”

“I understand, y-young master.”

I paid no mind to her quivering presence, my gaze fixed on my reflection.

And this is exactly why I despise this character, Yes, He is a villain with my name but does it matter, no, the problem is this guy's weight he is so heavy that this tub of lard is weighing me down, literally.

For someone who prides themselves on muscle, nothing's worse than “fat,” and this guy before me? Well, he's a prime example of that.

“I suppose I need a workout.”

Reaching the door, exhaustion gripped me and I found myself gasping for breath. It was unbelievable – this body was so darn heavy.

After an arduous struggle, I finally made my way out of the room, causing servants carrying a litter¹ to scurry over. They lowered it, creating a path for me to step onto it.

I tried to ignore the spectacle – it was this pampering that turned this fatty into a giant tire. Pushing the annoyance aside, I began to move, managing only about 10 steps before my legs gave out.

Damn it. Seriously? I collapsed, leaving the twenty servants to hastily lift me and place me onto the litter. For me, it felt more like a stretcher. There I was, sprawled on it like some mountain, panting heavily.

“You damn god! I hope the protagonist of your favorite novel gets NTRed!”

“We're here, young master.”

Can you believe it? his father's office is just thirty steps away from this pumpkin room, yet he insists on using a litter.

“Give me a hand.”

I ordered while cursing this hefty body under my breath.

“Oh, come, come, my dear child. How was your day?”

I glanced at the middle-aged man, his face exuding warmth and care.

As for my feelings? This old man right here is the reason this chubby exists. Not that I give a darn about my indulgent father.

“I'm alright, Dad.”

Yes, imagine this: as a noble, this old man spoiled this pumpkin so much that he thinks he can go around scolding the mansion's maids and servants.

“Take a seat. Hey, fetch his chair!”

You might wonder why he doesn't sit on a regular chair. Well, that's because the chair is custom-made to accommodate this hippo-sized frame.

“What's going on, Dad?”

Seriously, why would he summon this big old hippo over to his quarters? There's gotta be a reason for it....

“Your fiancee is coming tomorrow”

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