Dad, Please Try a Little Harder

Chapter 97: Chapter 871.5 Million!_l

Translator: Inschain | Editor: Inschain

Back in middle school, Qian Quan learned a trick from his homeroom teacher: always drink two glucose drinks half an hour before any major exam.

Exams, being mentally taxing, demanded much energy. Drinking glucose could stave off the discomfort or even hypoglycemia that might come from nervousness.

He wasn’t sure if there was scientific evidence backing this practice, but after he drank glucose and subsequently topped his class in an exam, he began treating this method as his secret weapon.

Even if the actual effects were minimal, the psychological boost certainly

worked.

Every time he drank it before an exam, his mind felt sharper than usual.

That was until he first combined Red Bull with coffee.

The sensation of true “mental alertness .

It was the kind of feeling where one’s body could collapse from exhaustion, yet the mind remained sharp, ready to tackle more work.

It was an airy, lofty, lonely sensation where one could distinctly feel drowsiness, but the urge to sleep seemed to be locked outside of the mind.

At that moment, Qian Quan once again felt that sensation. However, this time, his drowsiness was gentle, offering no resistance to his body.

Lying in bed with his eyes closed, he felt every cell in his body shifting into rest mode, and his mind gradually drifting into dreamland.

In that state between wakefulness and sleep, he felt as if he was floating amongst the clouds, briefly experiencing the essence of the poetic phrase, “Drunk, unaware of the sky over the waters, a boat full of clear dreams under the starry river.”

Misty, dreamlike, harmoniously at peace.

This wasn’t his first time feeling this way, but such experiences were rare and

serendipitous.

A night of dreamless, sweet slumber followed.

When he woke up the next day, he felt energized enough to take on a bull.

His eyes opened without any dryness or discomfort, with no red veins in sight, and especially clear.

His mind was fully awake, thoughts were clear, logic flowed smoothly, and he spoke more eloquently than usual.

His work efficiency skyrocketed.

In a nutshell, he felt as if he was on top of the world.

While Qian Quan never really had sleep issues, such high-quality sleep was a rarity for him.

It felt as if his energy was fully restored.

Only then did he truly appreciate the tea Master Bai had given him.

It wasn’t some magical elixir from martial arts novels that significantly boosts one’s abilities overnight. It was just a tea leaf that ensured a refreshing mood, a smooth flow of Qi, and a good night’s sleep.

For modern people, it was a rare luxury.

To the general public, good sleep was the best form of meditation.

With the aid of the tea, Qian Quan’s “Wudang Mountain Meditation” practice showed greater results.

When his energy and Qi were balanced, not only did meditation become easier, but he also had better control over his body.

After the first three days, he decided to send ten pieces of the tea to his father.

“After signing the contract with Xianzai Film and Television, I’m torn. On one hand, I don’t want Rocky and Linlang to know I wrote such a melodramatic article. On the other, I really want to tell them it’s being adapted into a film,” said Qian Wenlin, caught in a conflicting emotion.

After officially signing the contract with Xianzai Films, Qian Wenlin found himself immersed in a state of ambivalence.

-Just tell them you didn’t choose that name. The magazine did,” Yang Yuhua suggested.

“We’ll see. Let’s go with the flow,” Qian Wenlin replied, exuding newfound confidence and composure.

Later on, he received a message from his son, saying that the friend who had given him the “Wudang Mountain Meditation” practice had also gifted him some more tea leaves. When paired with the practice, the results were remarkable, and he was sending some over.

Qian Wenlin, who had recently become engrossed in his meditation practice, held a lot of respect for his son’s friend. Upon receiving the parcel from his son, he opened it earnestly.

The first thing he saw was an Assized paper. On it were three bold lines, each bearing the same message:

“Drink one serving over three days, no more, no less. The first cup of tea must

be brewed with boiling water!”

It was in his son’s handwriting.

This reminder had also been meticulously sent three times in his WeChat

messages.

Clearly, it was crucial.

He carefully brewed the first cup with boiling water…

That night, he experienced a sleep even more splendid than any he had with Qian Quan.

It felt like it had been ages since he had last slept so deeply, so peacefully. Especially when he woke up the next day, everything around him seemed clearer, and his mood was lighter and more carefree than ever before.

During his morning workout practicing Wing Chun, his movements were even sharper and more forceful than usual.

The tea his son had sent was a calming blend.

After Qian Quan finished the third serving, he could distinctly feel subtle changes in his body.

He first had a liberating bowel movement, feeling as if all the toxins and accumulated waste had been cleansed from his system, leaving his organs feeling light and unobstructed.

He wouldn’t dare say that his strength had significantly increased, but he felt more nuanced sensations during his practice.

With the tea’s effects and the daily practice leading to cumulative improvement, he wondered if there was any correlation between his progress and his father’s.

At that moment, the tea’s side effects began to manifest. Specifically, he started to find his female classmates becoming more and more attractive.

It wasn’t a problematic thought; it was purely because his vitality and energy were booming, and his hormones surged in response.

The “guidance in moderation” mentioned by Master Wang was partly a jest, but it wasn’t solely about romance. It referred to guiding Qian Quan to channel his excess energy into practicing the “Wudang Secret Circulation Skill.

The continuous cycles of the Small and Great Circulations were constant refinements of his energy.

Qian Quan practiced daily and also observed his father’s progress, who reported positive feedback just as expected.

“I feel it aids in sleep, calms the mind, enhances clarity, and with the increased energy, my work efficiency has dramatically improved.

“This tea is something special. We owe a gift for this; if we lack funds, just let me know.”

Qian Quan replied, “I’ve already sent a return gift.

When Master Wang gave him the tea, apart from nurturing the younger generation and rewarding him for defeating Shimizu Ichiro, another wish was to see Qian Quan publicly defeat Igarashi Yuugiri in the upcoming China-Japan martial arts exchange, thereby impressing the Japanese martial arts community.

Qian Quan had already promised him.

Regardless of the nature of the competition, as long as it’s a fair match in Windsor Town, he wouldn’t back down.

“This tea, though simply packaged, is surprisingly effective. Its value is immeasurable. Our return gift can be a bit more expensive, ensuring good value for the money.”

“Right.”

It seems his father really appreciated the tea and wanted to sincerely give a high-quality return gift. Despite handing over his entire salary to his mother, he was still so generous.

Clearly, while his mother held the financial reins at home when it came to principles, the father’s word was still undisputed.

Two days later, Qian Quan learned the real reason from a system notification: [Ding- System notification: Your father’s work My Fragile Porcelain Anniversary: My First Love Becomes My Boss has sold its film and television rights, earning 150,000. You are awarded a bonus of 1.5 million!]

Qian Quan was speechless.

He couldn’t believe that his father not only sold the movie rights before him but even before Linlang.

He needed to work even harder..