"Xiao Shanhe, what time is it? Get up and make breakfast."

The sky had not yet brightened when the door of Xiao Shanhe's room was suddenly pushed open with a bang. A middle-aged woman in a nightdress, who was still charming, strode to his bed and made a powerful lion roar at him, who was sleeping soundly. He was so scared that he bounced up from the bed.

"It's already 6: 30 p.m., and you got up three minutes late, so your breakfast today is gone." Aunt Mei said coldly. Without giving Xiao Shanhe a chance to explain, she turned around, stepped on her slippers, and left. When she was about to leave the room, she didn't even look back to remind him, "Get up and make breakfast."

Looking at the back of Aunt Mei, Xiao Shanhe, who was scared out of his wits by Aunt Mei's roar, shook his head and quickly stood up to put on his clothes.

However, when he stood up, he felt dizzy and his head was splitting. His body was soft and he lay on the bed. At this time, he remembered that he had a severe cold last night, and later he had a low fever. After taking a few pills, he fell asleep until dawn.

Otherwise, it would be impossible for him to sleep with such a regular life schedule.

After lying on the bed for a few minutes and feeling a little better, Xiao Shanhe struggled to stand up with fatigue and pain in his head. After putting on his clothes, he went to the kitchen and began to cook breakfast for Aunt Mei's family.

Since high school, he had been thrown into coastal City by his family and lived in the home of his father's comrade-in-arms, Qin Qingsong. Qin Qingsong was very kind to him, but Qin Qingsong's wife, Aunt Mei, was not so polite to him.

From the first day he entered the house, he had never been kind to Xiao Shanhe. In addition, he fired the nanny at home and left all the housework to Xiao Shanhe alone.

In the past two years, in addition to not using him as a horse in bed, he had really used him as a horse in daily life.

Aunt Mei also had a daughter named Qin Qingqiu, who was of the same age as Xiao Shanhe. Both of them were studying in the same class as Xiao Shanhe. They were not only at the same level, but also in the same class.

They had to rush to school before seven o'clock to do the morning study, so they had to go out at about six forty. Therefore, Xiao Shanhe had to get up before six o'clock and prepare breakfast for Aunt Mei's family. Otherwise, he would be late.

He could get up before six o'clock. If he was late, he would be punished for not having breakfast. This was the rule Aunt Mei had set for him a long time ago. In the past, he could do it every day. But today, because he caught a cold, he was late for three minutes. Therefore, he did not have breakfast.

After entering the kitchen and heating the oil pot, he opened the refrigerator and took out a few eggs. He skillfully fried a few purses and eggs and several slices of bacon. Then he roasted the bread and warmed several cups of milk. In 20 minutes, he made three or three sets of breakfasts. Then he went to brush his teeth and wash his face.

When he finished washing up and walked out of the living room, Aunt Mei and Qin Qingqiu were already sitting at the table for breakfast. There was a breakfast on the table, but it was not for Xiao Shanhe, but for Qin Qingsong.

"Puff!"

Aunt Mei picked up the cup and took a sip of milk, and then spat it out.

"Why is the milk so hot? Do you want to burn me to death?" Aunt Mei slammed the cup on the table and glared at Xiao Shanhe with a dark face.

"Mom, yesterday, it was you who said that the milk was not hot enough and asked him to heat it up in the future. If it's hot, then drink it slowly. Don't drink it so fast." Qin Qingqiu, who was eating the three words, lowered her head and helped Xiao Shanhe to explain.

"I asked him to heat it up a little, but I didn't say it was so hot. A good-for-nothing is a good-for-nothing. He can't even do such a little thing." Aunt Mei kept cursing. She pushed the glass of milk away, and the milk swayed out of the cup and spilled on the table.

Xiao Shanhe had long been used to Aunt Mei's drinking. After wiping the table, he silently poured her another cup of warm water. Then he went out of the door, went downstairs, and stood at the gate of the community to wait.

Ten minutes later, a silver Audi A6 came out of the garage. It stopped when it passed by Xiao Shanhe. Just as Xiao Shanhe was about to open the door, Aunt Mei put down the window and said with a cold face, "You caught a cold. Take the bus to school today to prevent it from affecting us."

After that, without waiting for Xiao Shanhe's answer, he drove away quickly.

Xiao Shanhe sighed helplessly and walked forward along the street with his soft legs. He had to walk four or five hundred meters before he could get on the bus passing by the school.

Qin Qingqiu, who was sitting in the back seat, turned to look at Xiao Shanhe and said to Aunt Mei, "Mom, since he is sick, you should let him get in the car. It is inconvenient for us to take a bus here, let alone this bus must be late."

"If I'm late, I'm late. It's none of my business." Aunt Mei stepped on the gas pedal. Not only did she not stop the car and wait for Xiao Shanhe, but she even sped up to the middle of the bus.

Xiao Shanhe got on the bus in a daze and found a seat at the back. He leaned his head against the window and closed his eyes to rest.

"Ding!"

Xiao Shanhe staggered along the way. He didn't know how long he had been walking. He seemed to hear his mobile phone ring. He thought that a classmate had sent him a text message. He tried his best to open his eyes, took out his mobile phone and looked at it, but he didn't find any new message.

"Hey, when did you installed this small device?"

Xiao Shanhe did not find any new information, but found that there was a new icon on his mobile phone. Although he was a little dizzy, he was sure that he had never installed this small program called "cultivation".

Perhaps because he had just squinted for a while, Xiao Shanhe's spirit was a little better than when he got up, so he picked up his spirit and looked at the program again.

"'cultivation'? Is this a new game? The icon is very good."

The icon was exquisitely made. A man in white was holding a shining long sword in his hand. He was stepping on colorful clouds, like a legendary immortal flying into the sky.

The icon was not big, but it was vivid.

"Let's give it a try. I don't know if my broken mobile phone can work."

Whether in terms of decoration or style, his mobile phone was at least two generations behind the current mainstream mobile phone. He couldn't play many new games, and his memory was still insufficient.

Xiao Shanhe's finger tapped on the "cultivation" icon, and the small program soon began to run. However, to his disappointment, this was not a game, but more like a download app.

He took a rough look and found that the layout of 'cultivation' was similar to that of ordinary small procedures, but the name of the menu was very different.

There were a total of five "cultivation Methods", "Pills, magic tools, spiritual herbs, and forums". There were a total of five "cultivation Methods", "Pills, magic tools, and forums". There were also three "levels" under these five "levels".

"The name is very mysterious, but it doesn't seem to be interesting."

In the end, he entered the forum page and found a lot of posts and comments, but the latest post was released more than 50 years ago, most of which had been released more than a hundred years ago.

"Pfft! Not to mention more than a hundred years, even 50 years ago, there was no network. Where did the forum come from? This must be a small trick."

Xiao Shanhe sneered. Originally, he wanted to see what posts there were in the forum. However, since the bus station was on the bus and the next post was from high school, he directly made a new post, only releasing the word "haha". Then he quit the program and turned off his mobile phone.