C7 (2/2)
”Forget about you.” Go to your mother's place, I've got a busy day... ”Alright, come and help!” Chang Jing's father discovered that her precious son's face seemed to be dancing with frost. When she was just a father, he had even gone to listen to children's education lectures and knew that her child's self-esteem should not be affected.
”Let me help you light the fire!” Chang Jing's face was filled with excitement, because he wanted to give her father a pleasant surprise!
”Can you pull the fan then,” Chang Jing's father thought, ”That's fine too, if you can't move it, you can just rest and not cause any trouble.”
Chang Jingye then stood up straight and said to the furnace: ”Oh, fire spirit, please bestow me power — — small fireball!” She looked at his father proudly, thinking, ”Your son is so promising. Be proud of me!”
Chang Jing's father patted Chang Jing's head, ”It can't be a fever, right? What are you talking about? ”Perhaps it was because the pressure it gave him was too great.” ”Child, Daddy is not good, Daddy should not be so undemocratic and not ask you to keep your grade. If you really want to keep your grade, Daddy will always support you, Daddy will always love you!” Chang Jing's father, whose eyes were filled with tears.
”What do you mean by 'follow' or 'follow'? Didn't you see my small fireball?” Chang Jing turned her head, ”Aiya, you're wrong, the incantation was wrong.”
”Oh supreme fire spirit, please bestow your servant's power — — small fireball!” As he chanted the incantation, a fireball flew out of Chang Jing's hands into the furnace. The raging flames illuminated the entire steel shop, shining all the way into Chang Jing's father's heart.
”Child's mother, this isn't good, our Chang Jing has learnt demonic arts!”
Chang Jing fainted!
”My good son has finally struck it rich! I keep telling your father that we, Chang Jing, are not useless, and are actually very useful, so he wouldn't believe me. Are you dumbfounded this time? ” Chang Jing's mother looked like a prophet.
”Yes, yes, yes. Our Chang Jing is definitely the best thing in the world!” Chang Jing's father laughed brilliantly in the spring.
”Hehe, it's not a thing, it's not a thing!” The couple laughed in unison.
Seeing such a happy parents, Chang Jing, who was nothing, still couldn't bear to tell them about the restaurant.
”Men, take responsibility for your own matters! I'll try it out with the old magus tomorrow.