Dragon Clan: No one wants me, Lu Mingfei

"They are the uncles and nephews I met at the Children's Palace." Chu Zihang briefly introduced the two friends he had just met, "the uncle who is almost omnipotent, and the nephew who is very enthusiastic and interesting."

"Well, it sounds like he's pretty good." Su Xiaoyan didn't really understand what he was saying, but looking at the rare smile on her son's face, she knew he must be a good person.

"Speaking of which, that uncle is also a very famous writer, and my mother should know him too."

"Oh, who is it?" Su Xiaoyan was confused. In fact, she didn't read much. On weekdays, she either watched dramas and practiced yoga, or went shopping, sang and danced with her best friends.

"The book "Go Back in Time and Become a Cat" you read before was written by him." Some time ago, Chu Zihang often saw his mother not even following soap operas anymore, holding a novel and reading it with gusto.

Su Xiaoyan is allergic to cat hair, but has no resistance to cute cats, so she has many cat pillows and dolls at home.

At a party last month, her best friend recommended this book to her, and Su Xiaoyan was instantly sunk, sinking into a sea of ​​cute pets and unable to extricate herself.

Even like some crazy readers, she wanted to find Chuhua University, the premier university in central China, to see if there really was such a school and if there was such a harmonious and loving family living there. What does F4 among cats look like? Is the black cat in the lead really that cool?

But unfortunately, the story is just fiction and no one can find something that does not exist in reality.

"Ah, you and Jiangbei g... ahem, Jiangbei have made friends?" A flash of excitement flashed across Su Xiaoyan's bright and pretty face, and she almost cursed in front of her son.

"That's right." Chu Zihang didn't understand why his mother was so excited. Is it because Uncle Xia was so busy that he threw away every novel after half it?

"Then did he say when Huimao will resume serialization, or does he have any plans to publish a fourth volume?" It was rare for Su Xiaoyan to find a novel that suited her heart, but the author was an old pigeon who was not short of money and wanted to use money to throw money at people. Will not work.

However, Chu Zihang didn't know this either. He still determined Uncle Xia's identity from some clues revealed by Lu Mingfei's previous nonsense.

He was young and wealthy, but because he was blocked by editors and fans and moved out, there were posters in his bedroom of "Ghost Blowing the Lamp, Hui Ming, and Hui Mao", which instantly made him fixate on the writer Jiang Bei who had been shouted at by everyone in the forum.

For this reason, he also specially looked for photos from previous interviews with Jiangbei and confirmed that it was the man who was very measured in his actions.

Unable to get an accurate answer, Su Xiaoyan sighed: "Okay, son, please remember to ask for your mother tomorrow."

"good."

Before dinner time came, he took the wooden knife that Xia Di gave him to his indoor basketball gym.

Since practicing kendo, he has never slacked off for a day, swinging the sword at least a thousand times a day.

However, after getting the sword skill secret book called "Xia Ji Ba Sword - Introduction", he stopped the boring sword swing practice and started to figure it out on his own according to the diagrams of the moves in the book.

As its name suggests, this sword technique is very extreme and overbearing. If the best defense is offense, then Xia Jiba's sword completely abandons defense, with unlimited aggression and a focus on death.

The self-sacrifice technique that has never been taught in the kendo class is as if it is free in this book. Within three moves, there must be a self-sacrifice blow. Either one will die or both will die together. The killing force is beyond imagination.

If this kind of sword technique was included in martial arts novels, it would definitely be a crooked way that would be rejected by decent people. But since Xia Di dares to practice it if he dares to give it to him, maybe he will encounter an encounter in the future that he cannot defeat based on his strength, and can only trade his life for his life. of enemies.

Chu Zihang's talent in martial arts is very high, and he can perform the moves in the secret book consecutively after just practicing a few times. Although they are just poor imitations so far, the postures are in place, but the connection of the movements is very jerky, and he still needs to practice hard.

But even so, he can get rid of the weird title of Sword Master in the Children's Palace. God knows how embarrassed he would be every time he faced the weird look from others that said, "Why do you have the nerve to say you are a sword master when you are obviously a swordsman?"

After practicing the entire set of entry-level sword techniques five times, Chu Zihang finally exhausted all his energy. He sat cross-legged and meditated as described in the secret book. He silently recited the formulas in the book and began to meditate.

But he had just entered meditation when the phone rang suddenly, breaking the silence in the basketball hall and disturbing his newly quiet heart.

When I picked up the phone, the caller ID showed a series of phone numbers without notes.

It's that man.

"Hello." He answered the phone. He had so many thoughts in his mind but didn't know where to start. He could only say coldly as usual: "Is something wrong?"

"Hey, Zihang, are you free this weekend?" On the other end of the phone was his biological father's slightly flattering voice. It didn't sound like the attitude a father should have towards his son, but more like the cautious attitude of a subordinate when consulting his superiors.

"I want to go to the movies on Saturday. I'm free on Sunday." I just agreed with my mother to go to the movies with the family on Saturday, but I can only spare time on Sunday. Anyway, the man will only take him around. It would take him up to half a day to eat something higher-end than a roadside stall, but it would not prevent him from rushing to the gym to train.

Seeing that his son had no intention of refusing, Chu Tianjiao made his own arrangement while the iron was hot: "Then why don't you go to the gym with dad to play? To be honest, dad has recently practiced superb badminton skills.

Didn't you know how to play badminton when you were a kid? It's a good time for your dad to give you some guidance during this summer vacation. When school starts, you can show off your skills to your classmates and keep those little girls from getting confused by you. "

The man was still serious for less than three seconds, but this time Chu Zihang did not show any impatience.

Although he didn't know why the other party suddenly wanted to take him to exercise, it was better than sitting in a corner and listening to him brag about what he had seen and heard, or watching him drive that 9 million Maybach domineering on the road. , scolding the driver he overtook.

"Okay, what time?" Xia Di and Lu Mingfei happened to be training in the gym until the start of school. With those two there, there was no need to worry about the father and son being silent.

"At nine o'clock in the morning, do you want dad to pick you up?"

Chu Zihang lived in the "Peacock Mansion" in the east of the city, which was a famous gathering place for rich people. Chu Tianjiao had to take a long detour to pick him up.

Chu Zihang thought for a while, then shook his head: "No, let's just meet at the gym."

He didn't know if his mother had forgotten this ex-husband who had accomplished nothing, but at least "dad" wouldn't want to see his ex-brother at the door of the house.

"Okay, see you there at nine o'clock." Chu Tianjiao finished his concluding remarks with a smile and waited for his son to hang up the phone as usual.

But half a minute passed, and there was still no "beep beep" sound coming from the phone.

He thought his son had something else to say, but he didn't know how to say it, so he took the initiative to break the silence:

"Zihang, do you have anything else to do on the weekend? If it's not convenient, you can wait until next time. Dad has a lot of time and is free at any time."

He said this, but he had always been concerned about his son since he was a child. He had agreed to attend the parent-teacher meeting in person, but because his boss wanted to use his car, he arrived just one second before the parent-teacher meeting ended.

Chu Zihang pursed his lips and looked at the wooden knife lying across his leg. After all, he didn't ask what he was holding back in his heart. He just said calmly:

"It's okay, goodbye."

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