The System Takes Care of the Baby and Creates a High Level of Martial Arts

[Biandiandiandianwen, those with normal mental status are not allowed to enter] My name is Bi She, which is a bit weird, but my dad's name is even weirder, called System. When other children were tortured by their fathers in cram schools in order to improve their martial arts college entrance examination scores, my dear father taught me "The Techniques and Art of Killing People", "Exotic Beast Fighting Techniques", "Dark Psychology", "Yinren 18 Styles", "Backstabbing and Counter-Backstabbing". Although he never shows up, I know this is a sign of father's love and I am afraid that I will rely too much on him. Love you, dad. —————————————— My name is ▇▇▇. As you can see, I am a system and I am preparing for my graduation project. In the excitement, I arrived early, and a baby was bound to the ground! Babies will be babies, waiting for the host parents first. . . What? Lost the host? ! ! My graduation project, please don't die. How can I graduate if you die? It really broke my heart on the spot - should I take care of the baby? I don't have this functionality and experience! Just bite the bullet. I asked other seniors for some writings on their outstanding hosts. Those are the life experiences of many outstanding hosts, and it is absolutely right to use them to cultivate babies! . . . "Dad, there is a planet inside that blocks my sunshine. Can it be exploded?" Okay, don't fry it too much. . . . "Dad~" You have reached the pinnacle of martial arts, yet you still need to beg for food from your system father? Forget it, who asked you to call me dad?