I looked at my reflection through the puddle of sweat that had formed during my workout. Light brown hair covered with soot paired with regular dark brown eyes gazed back at me, a reminder of my status an an 'extra-ordinary' individual not extraordinary
"For fucks sake I could've at least gotten some cool looking hair or eyes. But no, I got regular ass brown hair and monolids". I mumbled
My father sat on the side watching me do pike push ups, raising one eyebrow curiously.
Through my time in this world I had learned to understand and speak the local language well enough, but I still had a habit of talking in english, I guess it was good so others wouldn't understand what I was saying?
Father suddenly stood up and squatted beside me, still watching, just seeing what I was doing.
"Wuque... what the hell are you doing?" He inquired, which I, obviously ignored. Unless theres a 'jade beauty' waiting at my side, no one, and I mean NO ONE wil interrupt my workout session.
"Huff, Yulan just look at the unfilial child you gave me." He remarked. "And boy would you stop muttering? Go look at Ling Fen's son he doesn't talk at all unless talked to."
I let it go in from one ear, out from the other, instead using a bench to switch to bulgarian split squats; legs don't build themselves you know.
He still sat there watching me and honestly, I couldn't blame him.
I mean who imagines their son working out before they could talk? I had set a goal for this life. The second I came out of the womb, I knew what I was going to be and exactly how I would do it. I don't give a fuck if my biology denies me— all I know, is that I WILL mog. And honestly, my DNA can't be that bad right? I mean my father is chopped but what about my mom?
Seeking the answer to that question I turned back to face him, lighting his face up. At least I was blessed with loving parents, fuck... not even that... but at least one loving parent!
"Most gracious supreme elegant Father who's gaze is sharper than a tige—"
"Boy would you just talk straight." He cut me off and gave me a deadpan stare. "Why is only my son like this. Can't the heavens bless me once? They took my wife away and gave me a son who talks like a snake." He sighed."I mean, at least he has an advanced vocabulary. Son... you're becoming a scholar!" He declared.
"No esteemed lord I would not wish to walk on that path," I clarified.
The first step to looksmaxxing comes before the looksmaxxing and is what I would like to call, speechmaxxing which consists of 2 major steps.
Number 1, is deepening the voice to sound more masculine, which can be achieved through diaphraghmic breathing, and speaking from the chest rather than the throat.
Number 2, is sounding like a young master describing a jade beauty. You MUST talk elegantly and sound very coherent even if you are a fucking idiot. As long as you sound like you know what you are talking about, people will believe you.
"But father, what I wished to know about was my mother. What did she look like? What did she sound like? What was she like?" I put on my saddest expression; a cute saddened little child asking for a description of his deceases mother. In reality I was trying to analyze my genetic potential.
"Wuque... your mother..." his gaze turned solemn. "She was a gentle lady and would've been the greatest mother for you". His gaze looked broken and hurt, so much so that I almost felt sorry for asking. Almost. I needed to know of my potential.
"She was the best woman I could ask for. The others said we were a perfect match in personality and looks—"
I zoned out from there.
'Looks? SHE WAS A MATCH FOR YOU IN LOOKS? YOU'RE CHOPPED!!!' I was having a mental breakdown. Even if one parent is chopped, the other can save you, but not this time.
I was fucked
I knelt on my knees and looked up. Tears somehow found themselves streaming from the corners of my eyes like an uncontrollable river
"CURSE YOU, HEAVENS!!! I screamed. "CURSE YOU"
"Wuque what the hell are you doing?!"
A fist somehow found itself on my head, I'm guessing due to the other voices I heard outside
"That's Old Wei's son isn't it?"
"Why do the heavens curse a hardworking man like him"
"Maybe it's because of his lack of a mother"
"Poor Wei"
Laugh at me now you bastards when you don't know of my grief. If you weren't with me through the storm, don't expect to be with me in the final circle.