When a little light began to shine in the black before dawn, Zhang Qingyang had already finished his morning exercise.

In the half-light and half-darkness, the fog on the calm lake could be vaguely seen, and Zhang Qingyang walked back along the shore of the lake, panting. Although it was only three kilometers away, he still felt as if his body had been hollowed out, panting like an eighty-year-old man, and he longed for a small hand to stretch out of his throat to help him breathe.

wiped a handful of sweat from his forehead and threw it out. After walking for a while, Zhang Qingyang felt that he was not so gasping, at least he didn't need to gasp for breath like before.

Around the lake, the number of people who get up early and exercise in the morning gradually increases.

An old man who looked to be in his sixties ran from the opposite side with a brisk walk and passed by.

Zhang Qingyang looked at it enviously, and said in a self-deprecating voice: "My body is still too weak, if I want to get the top ten in physical skills in the academy, I have to work harder." ”

As soon as the lake breeze blew, his body felt a little cold, and Zhang Qingyang immediately accelerated his pace and walked home.

In the breakfast shop at home, orange lights are emitted, dispelling a bit of the chill of early winter.

The breakfast shop is small, very basic, the walls are a little yellowed, and it hasn't been repainted for a long time. The ground is ordinary concrete, and because it has been stepped on by too many people, it has become particularly smooth in some places.

A few rows of simple tables and chairs, also old objects that have been used for many years. By this time, there were already a few regular customers sitting in their seats, chatting with each other, waiting for breakfast.

The entire breakfast shop exudes the fireworks of ordinary people at the bottom.

"Dad, I'm back. ”

"Well, let's bring breakfast to your Uncle Li. Father Zhang said in the kitchen.

"Oh, here we are. ”

A large bowl of noodles, topped with a thick layer of haggis, plus two thick steamed buns, was sent over by Zhang Qingyang.

"Good boy, I've been running for a month. Yes, if you want to exercise a strong body, you have to be consistent. "Uncle Li is a burly man, in his early thirties, who has been a soldier for several years, and now works as a security guard in a field.

"Well, after running for a month and three days, I just haven't grown much. Zhang Qingyang laughed at himself while bringing clean chopsticks to the other party.

"You just have a poor foundation, but don't worry, look at my body, don't look at the current strong like a cow, I used to be similar to you. Our squad leader said that you can't be in a hurry at the beginning, it's all when you lay the foundation, the more solid the foundation, the more room for growth in the future. Uncle Li took the chopsticks with a smile, comforted the other party, and took a large amount of chopsticks of haggis. "It's still Lao Zhang, your haggis are affordable, if you move away, I really don't know where to eat such affordable things. ”

"Go and bring your Uncle Peng's too. Zhang's father shouted in the kitchen.

"Okay, here we go. Zhang Qingyang turned around and went into the kitchen, and came out with a large bowl of noodles poured with haggis.

"Uncle Peng, your noodles. Zhang Qingyang sent the haggis to a skinny man in his forties with a handful of goatees.

Uncle Peng grinned, revealing a few teeth blackened by inferior smoke, and said with concern: "Qingyang, are you completely well?"

"Okay, almost. ”

"Qingyang, you have to recover from your illness. In our area, you are the only top student. Your mother told us last time that you are the top ten in Nanling Academy, and you have a great future, and you can also open a god mecha in the future, you can't just lose your future because of a car accident. Uncle Peng pretended to care.

"Old Ghost Peng, you can't stop your mouth with rice, don't come to eat if you don't want to eat it. Mother Zhang rushed out of the kitchen angrily and scolded the middle-aged man with a sneering face.

"I eat, I eat. Don't I also care about my eldest nephew? The old ghost with a sheep's beard sneered.

After speaking, he lowered his head proudly and ate it, smacking his mouth, and eating loudly.

Since Zhang Qingyang's accident, people around him have seen a lot of jokes. After all, a few months ago, even if Zhang Qingyang was still a teenager, he had a bright future, and they had to talk to Zhang Qingyang with a flattering smile.

Now that Zhang Qingyang has an accident, it is also the loudest laugh they have ever had.

Zhang's mother snorted, then turned her head to Zhang's father in the kitchen and said, "Let my son send something, can't you take it if you have hands and feet." Didn't you see your son sweating when he came back from running, what if he got a cold!"

As soon as Zhang's mother roared, the narrow shop instantly fell silent.

Zhang's mother turned her head and looked at Zhang Qingyang's green face with an embarrassed expression, and a doting smile immediately appeared on her face: "Son, go upstairs to take a bath, just finished running, don't get cold." It's rough people's work, you just read it to me, and let the joke people see, what about car accidents? What if you don't have neuronal talent, you can still live a superior life with hard work. ”

"yes, I see, Mom. Zhang Qingyang nodded heavily.

"Uncles, eat slowly. Zhang Qingyang said hello, left the front hall of the small restaurant, and went up to the second floor from the back hall.

After the interlude, the restaurant quickly returned to liveliness. The people who come here are all old neighbors who live nearby, and they are also ordinary people living at the bottom.

The restaurant is not only a place for everyone to eat, but also a place for everyone to chat, talk nonsense, and gossip.

Zhang Qingyang vaguely heard the diners downstairs talking about Lao Zhao Dou Shaworm, and he lost all of it, and it is said that in order to turn over the book, he also borrowed usury, and he also lost all of it. I haven't seen it for two days, and I don't know if I've been caught by a loan shark.

Zhang Qingyang sighed, this Lao Zhao was originally a family with a very good family in the neighborhood.

Later, Lao Zhao became infected with the game of fighting sandworms, and it was out of control, from the initial small gambling to the final loss of his wife, it only took two and a half years.

"Alas, last time I heard my mother say that Lao Zhao still owes our family thirty yuan. ”

Lao Zhao is now gone, so I guess don't expect him to pay back.

Thirty yuan is not a small number, and for ordinary people, it is a month's breakfast fee. A large bowl of noodles poured with thick haggis is eight cents, and a big steamed bun is one cent. One dollar is enough for a big man to eat.

Zhang Qingyang took a bath while letting his thoughts fly endlessly. He suddenly came to his senses and quickly turned off the faucet.

Now it's not as good as before, and the water and electricity bills can be saved.

Zhang Qingyang stood in front of the mirror in the bathroom, his rib-like body clearly visible. Bent his arms, his biceps were pitiful.

Zhang Qingyang said to himself: "It's been a month and three days, push-ups, running, dumbbells every day. But the effect is very poor, which shows that there is a problem with my exercise method, Uncle Li is right, it is very important to lay a foundation. I can't do this anymore, I have to find a professional to guide me. ”

I put on my clothes and was about to go downstairs for dinner. Zhang Qingyang suddenly stopped, hesitated, and looked at the bookcase in the bedroom.

The bookcase is filled with the honors he has received before, as well as his goal in life, a model of a red god mecha.

That was his life's goal! The pride of his family!

The prototype of this red god mecha is called the Fire Lotus God Mecha, and it is the first god mecha of mankind.

The birth of the Fire Lotus God Mecha marks the thousand-year-long war between humans and the Sandworm Clan, completely shifting from defense and resistance to offense.

In the following decades, a number of god mecha were born one after another, laying the foundation for the victory of mankind, sweeping away the decadent wind of thousands of years, and forcefully driving the sandworms back to their hometown in the desert.

Although the war between humans and sandworms has not stopped, it is still a small-scale friction, and humans have the upper hand.

And the god mecha is the top force standing on the entire planet, and it is piloted by humans with the most developed neuronal talents.

Therefore, the god mecha is not only the highest force on the planet, but also the supreme belief and honor of mankind.

Countless people are fighting for it, just to one day, to become the pilot of the god mecha.