Dragon Clan: No one wants me, Lu Mingfei

Early the next morning, Xia Di rode her Harley downstairs and saw Lu Mingfei and the fat man following him as expected.

This time he couldn't pretend not to see it anymore: "What's going on? What is this?"

"My cousin, Lu Mingze, my aunt asked him to go exercise with us." Lu Mingfei's tone was calm, but there was no hint of disgust.

Last night, the little fat man complained all night that he didn't want to go, and also said that Lu Mingfei was a liar. However, his aunt suppressed him forcefully, and he was shouted at early in the morning. His face was full of resistance at the moment.

At this time, he didn't have as strong a desire as last night to get on a motorcycle and go for a ride. He just wanted to indulge himself while his parents were not at work today.

Before Xia Di could speak, he started his performance in an exaggerated manner: "Oh, uncle, your car can only carry one person."

"Indeed, but the oil cylinder is still..."

"Recently, the traffic police have been very strict. Uncle, please don't overload. You must abide by the traffic rules and set an example for the children!" Lu Mingze looked distressed. "I used to have a classmate who couldn't stop the car because his father was overloaded. He was thrown about ten meters and his arms and legs were broken."

"Then you..." Xia Di hesitated. When Lu Gucheng and his wife went out just now, they asked him to help take care of the two brothers. Is it possible that he will break his promise in the blink of an eye?

Although he had no intention of bringing anyone else with him from the beginning, why did this kid seem to be more impatient than him?

"Don't worry about me, I'm safe at home alone!" Lu Mingze patted the fat on his chest. He worked really hard to prevent himself from falling down from exhaustion.

Seeing how resolute he was, Xia Di didn't say much, patted his shoulder, and then drove away with Lu Mingfei.

When we arrived at the stadium, the parking spot yesterday was already occupied by an Audi, but we didn't see the six-meter-long luxury car.

Xia Di was well prepared this time. She probably felt that the racket rented from the gym was not easy to use, so she bought a lot of sports equipment overnight.

Yesterday, the amount of exercise was excessive. Lu Mingfei thought that he would be sore all over when he woke up the next day, but it turned out that nothing happened. It seemed that when he woke up, his fatigue and physical strength were fully restored.

The young man only thought that he was gifted. After all, people's physiques cannot be generalized. Wu Song could hit a tiger on the head after eighteen bowls of wine. It was not a problem for him, Lu Mingfei, to have a surge of strength overnight.

"Go, stretch before you exercise." Xia Di slapped away a hand that reached out to pick up the racket, "You fell down so tired so quickly yesterday, not only because you are not very good at physical fitness, but also because you didn't warm up properly."

Anyway, the physical education teacher would ask the students to warm up before every class, so Lu Mingfei just followed it.

There was no one else on the badminton court at this time, so Xiaolu didn’t feel embarrassed by twisting his wrists, shaking his feet, and taking deep breaths by himself.

Xia Di next to him was not idle either. He found two black and purple wooden knives from nowhere. The shape was similar to the ancient Tang Hengdao, with almost no curvature.

Lu Mingfei wondered why there were additional training items today, but out of the corner of his eye, he noticed a figure at the door.

"Youth Palace Sword Master?"

He recognized that the man at the door was Chu Zihang, who had his weapons knocked off several times by Evil Xia yesterday. He wondered why the other person didn't go to the kendo class to support himself. Could it be that Kenshin had collapsed and was planning to join competitive sports?

"My name is Chu Zihang." The black-haired boy was still wearing a black sportswear and carrying a golf bag. His handsome face was so cold that it could freeze a person to death. He walked closer and corrected the title of the second grader.

"Uh, hello, my name is Lu Mingfei." Mr. Lu was afraid that the paralyzed boy would take out a wooden knife from his bag and put it on his neck in the next second, so he hurriedly announced his name.

Seeing Chu Zihang turn to look at Xia Di, he immediately understood what this guy was doing.

It must be that after losing to the uncle yesterday, I admired him deeply and wanted to become his disciple and learn the Xia family's handed down sword skills.

The reality was not far from Lu Mingfei's expectation. Chu Zihang came here really for Xia Di, but not because he coveted his swordsmanship.

"Mr. Xia, I..."

As soon as he opened his mouth, Xia Di raised his hand to stop him: "There's no need to be so harsh. Brother Chu and I hit it off right away. Just call me Uncle Xia from now on."

He was sure that the duplicitous and sultry man had not yet had time to communicate his feelings with his son, so he had the confidence to have a relationship.

Chu Zihang fell into silence, looking at the face opposite him that showed no signs of age except for the stubble, thinking to himself that it was no wonder this man could make friends with his father. It turned out that they were both the type who liked to talk.

After a while, he still changed his title: "Uncle Xia, is there something my dad is hiding from us?"

This definitely does not refer to everyone sitting here, but to him and his mother.

He went back and thought about it for a long time yesterday, but he still couldn't find any clues in his memories.

He didn't know if it was because the man's acting skills were too advanced, or because his memories had been eroded by time.

Xia Di glanced at the serious young man: "Want to know?"

"Well, please tell me, Uncle Xia." Chu Zihang had recalled his happy family in his childhood countless times. Although their family was a little poor at that time, they never lacked for laughter. Unfortunately, that man really didn't live up to his expectations.

My mother used to be a pillar of the city dance troupe with pursuers like crucian carp crossing the river. She danced in the "Flower Rain on the Silk Road" like a flying girl in a mural, but she was so smitten by the man's eloquent mouth that she married him. Even after receiving the certificate, I realized that he had been lying and he did not leave.

She has always been in a daze and has not coveted anything for so many years. It's just that the man is too cowardly and unmotivated to support the family.

So his mother left him cruelly for his future, and that person's efforts to stay were as weak as wool, breaking at the touch of a touch.

[During the divorce, the man patted his chest and promised his mother that he would make money on a monthly basis to support their mother and son, so that she could see that he could be successful, and that when he became successful, he would surely come to propose to her again.

He was so proud that he quit his stable job in a state-owned enterprise and went out to find a profitable job. After three or four months in the labor market, no one took notice. He finally realized that all he knew was driving, so he went to the private sector to find a driving job.

The boss of the Black Prince Group valued his ability to talk and let him drive the Maybach worth millions. The driver must be able to speak eloquently, so that the boss can let the driver do the boasting that is inconvenient for him.

The car is better than before, but there is no change in salary. Excluding his own monthly expenses, he can't even feed a cat. 】

Chu Zihang felt that his father was a hopeless rotten person, but just when he was forced to accept such a sad fact, someone stood up and told him that the man had actually been pretending.

In order to play a good loser, he did not hesitate to divorce the woman he loved, let his biological son call someone else's father, and was groveling and being ordered around every day.

Maybe this was just Xia Di's nonsense, but it was the only hope for Chu Zihang.

He didn't want the great hero in his childhood to slowly turn into a happy bastard who abandoned his wife and children over time.

I haven’t coded for more than a year, and my hand speed has slowed down too much. I came back at 7:30 and started writing until now... I couldn’t stand it anymore, so I wrote first and then revised.