Zhao Linglan drives a second-hand psionic sports car. It doesn''t burn oil or charge. As long as a unit of psionics can travel 2000 kilometers, and there won''t be any residue of waste gas.

    When he was close to the sports car, Yang Fan felt a little itchy. He couldn''t help but want to sit on the main driver. As a result, Zhao Linglan kicked him to the co pilot.

    "Smelly boy, how many times have I told you not to touch the steering wheel!"

    He glared at Yang Fan angrily. Zhao Linglan sat in the main driver and fastened his seat belt. At the same time, he also motioned Yang Fan to fasten his safety belt.

    "Why?" Yang Fan refused. "My driving skills are very good. You have to believe me!"

    "I believe you. Last time I let you drive your Q1 into the moat because I believed you. I haven''t picked it up yet!"

    Zhao Linglan glared at Yang Fan, and then skillfully started the sports car. As soon as the fuel door was opened, the sports car went on the road smoothly.

    And that?

    Yang Fan was speechless and had no impression at all. When did he have to turn it out and say it? Is it interesting?

    It has to be said that the psionic sports car not only has stable performance, but also has a lot of speed. In less than ten minutes, they stopped smoothly in front of the Yangjia restaurant on Anping street.

    The restaurant is not big. There are only two facades on the left and right. Because it is not rice, it is empty and there are no diners.

    After Zhao Linglan and Yang Fan came in from the outside, a word "Welcome!" came from the back kitchen inside. Then the curtain of the door was lifted, and a kind face with a smile came out from the inside.

    Yang Fan''s father, Yang Chaoqun.

    The third generation descendant of Yang''s restaurant is a cook who has first-class martial arts strength but has never gone out of the city to hunt monsters.

    Seeing Zhao Linglan''s mother and son entering the door, Yang Chaoqun smiled even more: "it turned out that my eldest son came back just in time. Come in and help me. Your favorite fried egg noodles will be out of the pot soon!"

    Seeing the generous and loving smile on Yang Chaoqun''s face, Yang Fan warmed up and said, "Dad, today our school simulates..."

    "All right, all right, what''s the matter about the school? What''s important now is to eat noodles. Come in and help quickly!"

    Yang Chaoqun interrupted Yang Fan''s words and didn''t want to expose his son''s scars. Anyway, he never expected how powerful his son''s martial arts cultivation could be. What he cared about was his son''s cooking in the morning.

    As the fourth generation descendant of Yang''s restaurant, Yang Chaoqun has always hoped that his son can settle down and inherit his mantle.

    What''s wrong with being a cook? You don''t have to worry about food and drink. Even if you really want to fight, you are also a proper logistics personnel in the army. The safety factor is much higher than those cannon fodder.

    It''s a pity that Yang Fan doesn''t let him worry. He always wants to pursue the peak of martial arts. He wants to hunt monsters outside the city. Even if he has practiced for ten years, he is still a martial arts disciple, and he has been unwilling to give up.

    I hope this simulation test can let him recognize the reality and willingly inherit the restaurant of their Yang family.

    "Yes, don''t talk about the past. Let''s eat first!" Zhao Linglan gave Yang Chaoqun an appreciative look and directly pushed Yang Fan into the back kitchen.

    As soon as he entered the door, Yang Fan saw a petite figure lying on a table near the, holding a sea bowl and eating noodles.

    "Brother, you''re back. How was your test?"

    Hearing the news, the little girl turned back and showed Yang Fan a big smile, but the question was a little heartbreaking.

    Yang Fan didn''t care about her problem. She stared at her sister with two eyes. She was in a trance. Isn''t this the little apprentice Yang Guo he received in Chengdu? How did she come to reality and become her own sister?

    Yang Fan shook his head hard, couldn''t help walking forward, raised his hands, and squeezed his hands on the two small face eggs of Xiao YangGuo. It''s really evil. Even his hand feels the same!

    "Brother! Why did you pinch my face again? How many times have I told you? I''ve grown up. You''re not allowed to pinch my face again!"

    The little girl angrily glared at Yang Fan and stretched out her hand to open his hands in a serious protest.

    "Guoguo, how can I talk to your brother? Your brother likes you and wants to pinch your little face. His sister wants him to pinch him. He doesn''t want to pinch it!"

    Zhao Linglan winked at Yang Guo secretly. This girl is really losing her eyesight. Don''t you see your brother''s mood today?

    "Mom, you know that you value boys over girls towards him, hum!"

    Yang Guo spit out his tongue at Zhao Linglan mischievously, then blinked a pair of big eyes and looked pitifully at Yang Chaoqun: "Dad, you see, my mother and my brother join hands to bully me, you can''t ignore it!"

    Yang Chaoqun couldn''t help shaking his head and smiling: "you little spirit, is your brother bullying you? How do I feel like you''re deliberately bullying your brother."

    Yang Guo''s little face turned red and made a face at Yang Chaoqun discontentedly: "smelly father, bad father, you bully me and ignore you!"

    Yang Fan looked at it as like as two peas. He looked like a man in the same way. He was even like his name. He was actually a man who was deliberately fictitious in his image of his sister.

    "Xiaofan, what''s the matter with you? Don''t you even know your sister?"

    Zhao Linglan has been observing Yang Fan''s expression. Seeing that he had a different expression when he saw Yang Guo, he inevitably asked with some concern: "has the impact of virtual assessment not been completely eliminated and the memory is confused?"

    Yang Chaoqun and Yang Guo looked at Yang Fan when they heard the speech.

    Yang Fan shook his head lightly: "the impact is still a little, but it''s not a big problem. You don''t have to worry anymore. I''ll go upstairs to sleep later and I''ll probably recover."

    "Yes, yes, eat first. After dinner, go upstairs to sleep and have a good rest! You''ve never been exposed to such a high virtual game mode before. It''s inevitable that you won''t adapt very well. It doesn''t matter. It''ll be better slowly."

    Yang Chaoqun nodded, gently persuaded for two words, and then began to fire under Yang Fan. In a few minutes, he brought a bowl of steaming fried egg noodles to Yang Fan.

    The bowl is a kind of sea bowl with a wide opening. It is full of golden noodles weighing five kilograms and a huge fried egg as big as one side of the bowl.

    Yang Fan took chopsticks and picked the egg cake fried with both sides golden yellow in the bowl. The saliva secretion in his mouth accelerated and his stomach seemed to become more hungry.

    "This time, Uncle Zhang, they copied a turkey nest outside the city and seized two 100 Jin hot eggs and a whole basket of fist sized normal eggs. We won''t be short of eggs for a long time."

    Yang Chaoqun''s face is filled with a happy smile. As a qualified cook, he likes to see fresh ingredients fall into his bag, which means that he can cook more delicious dishes for his family and diners in the store.

    "Thanks, Dad, I''m moving!"

    Yang Fan picked up his chopsticks and began to sit in front of the table and pick up the sea bowl. It was like Yang Guo eating noodles just now.

    Three minutes later, a large bowl of noodles went into his stomach. Then, he picked up the roast bacon brought out by Zhao Linglan and ate it regardless of the image.

    These bacon is the rib front meat of a second-class wild boar demon. It is fat and thin, and the aroma is overflowing.

    After eating only a small piece, Yang Fan''s stomach bulged slightly and was completely full.

    Apprentice Level 2 quasi warriors eat a lot, but it also depends on what they eat. If it is the flesh and blood of level 1 or level 2 monsters, it only takes half a kilo or two or three Liang to meet their food needs for a day.

    However, the blood and meat of monsters are expensive. If ordinary people eat them every day, they can''t afford to consume them at all.

    That is, Yang Fan''s family has some spare money. They can often take out the meat of some low-level monsters to supply the daily energy consumption of Yang Fan''s brothers and sisters.

    "I''m full, go up and have a rest!"

    Put down the dishes and chopsticks, Yang Fan said hello to his parents, then got up and went out of the kitchen, directly from the stairs in the store to the second floor.

    Yang Guo is the same. After Yang Fan left, she also trotted back to her room to have a rest.

    Zhao Linglan seemed to see through the little girl''s careful thinking. When she went out, she suddenly gave a warning: "don''t tease your brother upstairs. He''s in a bad mood and out of spirits today. Remember to let him have a good rest!"

    "I know, I know, mom scolds me every day, hum!" the little girl pouted and ran up the stairs dissatisfied.

    After the brothers and sisters all left, Yang Chaoqun, who had been smiling, suddenly closed his smile and said solemnly to Zhao Linglan, "wife, Xiaofan''s mental state seems to be wrong. Do you know what they are doing in the simulation exam today?"

    Zhao Linglan said: "in salvation, I acted as the Savior, saved the human race and saved the end of the world. I once asked the school teachers that each character in the game will basically have a golden finger that can turn corruption into magic, so that no matter what the character does in the game, he can do half the work and double the work, and soar all the way."

    "Xiaofan''s current state is estimated to be that after realizing the strong advantages of being a genius and protagonist in the virtual game, he began to doubt himself in reality, so he was so listless."

    Yang Chaoqun took a swipe at the corners of his mouth and said angrily, "it''s just a small simulation test. Why do those bastards of the Federal Bureau of education have to use such a virtual game? Isn''t this deliberately forcing those students with low talent to collapse their inferiority complex?"

    "All right, what''s the use of nonsense? Can you change the decision of those leaders of the education bureau?" Zhao Linglan glanced at Yang Chaoqun angrily and said: "the top priority now is to find a way to get Xiaofan out of the psychological influence in the game as soon as possible."

    Yang Chaoqun waved his hand and said, "there''s no need to worry. My son''s psychological quality is not so fragile. We should give him more confidence."

    A young man who has lived in South China martial arts school for three years under the name of "shame of South China", his psychological quality has long been tempered as tough as steel. How can he be hit by a virtual game life?