"Well...comfortable..."
When Dean woke up the next day, he felt refreshed. The nightmare of ghost Alexander was gone, and the wound no longer hurt.
“The effects were immediate.”
Dean looked at the system, Balance Meditation lv0 (1/100),
"One meditation, including trial and error, took a total of three hours. It increased one point of proficiency. The efficiency is not bad."
But the process was quite uneasy.
In the first hour, the more I wanted to enter a state of relaxation, the more restless and restless my mind became, and I couldn't even sit still, let alone contemplate the stars.
However, this skill is indeed unique.
After an excruciating half hour, he gradually calmed down and completely relaxed his body. Without any thoughts in his mind, he vaguely felt his breathing and the vigorous vitality that followed the rhythm of his body.
Although I couldn't meditate on a star that matched my own nature.
But this state of selflessness has endless magical effects. It is as if his body and mind have been cleansed, and all negative emotions have been eliminated.
The mood remained slightly cheerful.
…
"Are you feeling better?" Holden and Alvin, who was wearing a cane, pushed open the door and put hot dogs with onions and two cartons of milk on the bedside table.
Another thick folder was put down.
"It won't take a month to recover." Dean grabbed the sandwich and gulped it down unceremoniously, "I'll bring two more beef pies here later."
Holden smiled enviously and sat beside the hospital bed, "Alvin and I are going to Compton, Los Angeles tomorrow to stay for a month or two to re-collect and sort out the prosecution information and deal with the blood gang's bastards."
As he said that, he slapped the folder on Dean's lap and said, "Your background review has passed. Take this time to take a good look at the training materials for LVPD volunteers. After you recover from your injuries, go to the training. If you pass, you can officially take up the job."
Dean opened it casually, first aid on site, law... strange and familiar at the same time.
"Although you not only burned down a house, but also injured yourself all over, the result is good, and there is no serious illegal or criminal behavior." Holden patted Dean on the shoulder, a trace of recognition and recognition flashed in his eyes. Encouragement, "Let's cooperate again when there is a task next time."
Dean nodded. He still needs the other party's channels to provide events and assist in basic information investigation, but——
"Holden, before you leave, why don't you reimburse your account with me? The last time I bought supplies, I bought more than 700 dollars, plus the 300 dollars a month subsidy you promised, I'll give you a small change for a total of 1,000 dollars. Check or remittance. ?”
Holden's face froze, the hand that slapped Dean's shoulder hung in the air, and then he paid off the check for a thousand dollars in pain.
Dean's savings rose back to $1,800.
…
The next week was uneventful, and Holden took Alvin to Los Angeles.
Dean lived alone in the ward. While studying the volunteer information, he repeatedly tempered his spirit, summoned the "shadow", and watched it control the stilt and fly around the ward with a hissing sound.
He has a sense of the exhilaration of using a remote control to control a drone in later generations, but a super-powered version.
In addition, Dean finally discovered another effect of the shackles - as long as the "shadow" lives in it, it will accumulate an automatic BUFF.
Every 24 hours, proficiency increases by 1 point.
This is several times more efficient than the previous several days of adding one point. In less than three months, "Shadow of the Past" will be upgraded!
…
Every time he runs out of energy while operating the "Japan Pai" drone, Dean engages in a balance meditation.
After meditating, your energy will be restored again, and you can continue your mental training.
This forms a virtuous cycle.
Because he was recovering from his injuries and was unable to exercise strenuously, he spent more than twelve hours a day meditating, four rounds, or four points of proficiency.
In just one week, Balance Meditation has reached lv0 (28/100)
As his meditation progressed, he could vaguely see a dim star, and he could feel a weak yet unbreakable connection between himself and the star.
Every time they meet, a wonderful joy is born from the heart.
Without outside interference, Dean could meditate alone for a summer vacation.
…
A few days later, two familiar visitors came to the ward.
"I've taken you in, and how long have you left yourself with wounds all over your body?" Rust put a thermos bucket of "Red Ginseng Minced Pork Soup" on the bedside table, and then reached out to touch Dean's newly grown hair, which was less than one centimeter long. , a hairstyle close to bald.
"A slight injury, nothing to worry about."
Dean pushed his hand away, gave him a death-threatening look, opened the thermos bucket and drank.
"This is not a slight injury." Rust took back his hand and looked at his friend's new look with great interest.
"The bald head suits you very well. It is more pleasing to the eye than the short black hair before. If you go to school like this, you are guaranteed to be warmly welcomed by all the girls in the school."
"A warm welcome? It's better to laugh at them in the street."
"Rust didn't lie to you." Britney showed a hint of admiration in her eyes and handed Dean a peeled apple. "The bald head looks more mature and individual."
Dean's eyelids twitched, and he couldn't help but feel suspicious.
Even good girls say this, is it true that a bald head suits me?
"Is this a burn?" Britney suddenly turned pale.
Dean stretched out the quilt on the back of his right hand, revealing an ugly scar the size of a fingernail.
"Um."
"Will it subside in the future?" Rust showed a worried expression, "And you said it will always be this difficult...obviously?"
"It's normal for men to have some injuries." Dean looked out the window casually, "Scars are a symbol of growth."
"I don't know how distressed Caroline would be if she saw these wounds on you."
Brittney sighed.
When she mentioned it like this, Dean couldn't help but miss his girlfriend with blond hair and twin tails. Suddenly, it had been almost a month since she last saw her.
"Stop talking about me, Caroline, how are they promoting it?"
"It went very well, the sales of Tears in Heaven are pretty good..." Britney recalled, "Currently, they have just finished running in Nevada and should be in Portland, Oregon."
"She was so busy that she didn't know you were injured and hospitalized, so she didn't come to see you."
"I understand." Dean nodded.
"By the way, man, how long will it take for you to get better?"
"The doctor said late July, is there anything wrong?"
Rust and Britney exchanged a tacit look,
"In order to prevent you from being bored in the hospital alone, starting from tomorrow, we will come to give you a nutritious breakfast every morning, and review math and science with you by the way."
"In the first half of next year, it's time to decide about college. You should work hard with us."
"I don't need it, I can take care of myself on my own."
"Don't be so harsh. Grace has solemnly told me that I must deliver the delicacies she cooks to you every day, otherwise I will be scolded to death by her when I go back!"
"Don't refuse, Grace keeps saying in my ears, if Lake Mead hadn't come forward for you, she would have lost a son. She must be grateful to you, otherwise she will feel bad."
"Besides, who made you my good brother?" Rust smiled sincerely and hugged Dean's arm. "How could I let you lie alone in the hospital? The most tragic and lonely thing in life is nothing more than a People are hospitalized.”
Dean's expression was helpless, but his heart felt warmer, and the trace of unhappiness he felt just now disappeared.
"If you two don't think I'm a light bulb, then come."
"Yes. There is one more thing I want to inform you in advance. When you recover and are discharged from the hospital, it will happen to be Britney's birthday..." Rust paused and continued, "At that time, you will have to take a trip with us to relax. , celebrating Britney’s birthday by the way.”
"Wait, why are you traveling so far? I didn't agree."
Rust didn't seem to hear his rebuttal and kept making arrangements.
"Because the last Lake Mead incident still left a shadow, we chose a farther destination this time. We drove west from Las Vegas to somewhere in the middle of the Sierra Nevada Mountains, hiking, climbing and camping. night, then head west to Santa Monica Beach.”
"Brother, some of Britney's good friends are going too, and we need you to get in your Bronco. Don't worry, they are all good-natured, 'nerds' like us. You will definitely be able to make friends with them. "
"Stop! Don't you think a group of high school students might be in danger if they go to such a remote place?"
"So we need you, the kung fu master, to 'protect' you. Let me beg you." Rust clasped his hands together with a pleading look on his face, "Britney has always wanted to go there and see her. She will be there soon when she is nineteen years old. For her birthday, I want to help her realize this wish. It will take up to a week of your time."
Dean glanced at Britney. The good girl blinked her big eyes and looked fawning.
"The summer vacation will not be complete without a trip to a faraway place. We are all young people. We can't just think about shooting, muscles, and training all day long. Only relaxing and socializing occasionally is a healthy life!" Rust tried his best! persuade,
Dean's eyes moved, and he became a little quiet and thoughtful. Besides, a week is not too long.
"Fine."
"Yeah!" Rust turned around and gave Britney a high-five, then scooped a spoonful of soup from the thermos bucket and brought it to his companion's mouth, "Come on, open your mouth and try the soup Grace prepared for you. It's good for your body." It’s especially effective in weak people.”
"Don't be so stupid. Put down the spoon. I have hands and a mouth. I can drink by myself."
