Starting from the Dragon Clan

Chapter 12 Leave enough streetlights for capitalists

"So what are you going to say?" Mo Qiuran asked.

The two of them were eating at the dining table at this time. The dishes were not too many, four or five kinds, but they were delicious in color and fragrance. This was made by them just now. Although Chu Zihang is a young master, all life skills are useful or useless. They are all fully ordered, and Mo Qiuran needless to say, can't always order takeaway and eat fast food alone. It's normal to know how to cook, and his cooking skills are quite good.

"I'm going abroad in two days, and I received an interview notice from a foreign university, and I'm satisfied with the conditions." Chu Zihang said lightly.

"Oh? Where are you going?" Mo Qiuran asked curiously.

Chu Zihang was stunned. He had already prepared for Mo Qiuran to suddenly put on a sad posture and then shout "What! Are you going to abandon me?" It is definitely something that Mo Qiuran can do!

As a result, there seems to be no response?
Is this still Mo Qiuran?
"Or is it because you were seduced by some blond and blue eyes that you plan to destroy our covenant of the union of two swords in advance?" Mo Qiuran suddenly asked in a loud voice.

Chu Zihang was silent for a moment, sure enough, Mo Qiuran was still the same Mo Qiuran, and he thought too well before, but it turned out that he lost his nerve a little later today.

"My father once told me about this school, so I applied." Chu Zihang said.

"From what you're saying, doesn't that mean Harvard and Cambridge?" Mo Qiuran's tone was tinged with surprise.

Although it may seem a bit arrogant to say it, but with Chu Zihang's grades and family conditions, if it is not a school of this level, it really means a bit of self-deprecation.

"No, it's a university called Kassel." Chu Zihang shook his head and said.

"Cassel?" Mo Qiuran raised his eyebrows, just because the name of this school seems to be somewhat impressive, in the memory of his previous life, and in Chu Zihang's view, it is because Mo Qiuran must have never heard of it before.

"Yes, it is a private university in the outer suburbs of Chicago, Illinois, USA. It is a fellowship school with the University of Chicago. Many of the professors there have obtained tenured professorships at Harvard, and their academic level should be excellent." Chu Zihang put everything he could According to the information found on the Internet, the information looks perfect and impeccable. If Chu Zihang hadn't known before that this school was related to those monster-like things, he might have been deceived.

The man's words seemed to be still echoing in his ears.

Chu Zihang's eyelashes drooped slightly, as if he heard the man's breathless words on that rainy night again - "Remember, don't go to that school, that school is full of lunatics".

But, if you don't become a lunatic——

How can you fight against the gods?

"Well...it sounds really good," Mo Qiuran touched his chin, "Why don't I go too?"

Chu Zihang was startled when he heard the words, he came back from the memories in an instant, and subconsciously said: "No, you can't go."

"...Why?" Mo Qiuran stared at Chu Zihang suspiciously, and before Chu Zihang could come up with a reasonable explanation, he acted like he had suddenly realized, "Could it be that I guessed it right before? Are you really sure?" I found a blond girl? Is this going to go to the world of two?"

Chu Zihang: "..."

If the reason Mo Qiuran said was not too outrageous, Chu Zihang might have followed the trend.

"No," Chu Zihang answered after thinking for a while, "The admissions system of this private school is different from that of ordinary universities, and it needs to have a certain status..."

Having said that, Chu Zihang stopped on purpose, but his face was still expressionless. Lying is already a very difficult thing for him. If you have to match the corresponding expression, it is better to let him tell the truth directly. It's reliable.

"Oh... I see," Mo Qiuran suddenly realized, and then looked dejected, "Oh, it really is a world that pays attention to status..."

Chu Zihang was completely unmoved. For a long time, he had already known Mo Qiuran's habits like the palm of his hand. To say that such a small matter could make him collapse is simply a fantasy. If Chu Zihang had to say it, it was more likely that the composition of the impromptu performance took over.

Sure enough, just a moment later, Mo Qiuran swept away the previous downcast, and the whole person was full of energy, looking like he wanted to work hard: "So, as the successors of socialism, we must unite and overthrow the evil capital Doctrine! Down with the so-called relationship households!"

Then he looked at Chu Zihang again, and pronounced it with a Russian tongue: "Oh, my beloved Comrade Chu Zihang, I hope your mind will not be corrupted by capitalism, otherwise I will have to bear the pain and leave it to you." There's a streetlight."

Chu Zihang could only remain silent again.

……

Lu Mingfei stared at the things in front of him in a daze.

It was a black-and-white photo that looked very old. It was the housekeeper who took it out of the box that Lu Mingfei thought he would pull out a pistol to kill him. , it definitely looks older.

There are three people in the photo, two foreigners and one Chinese. They are all handsome. Lu Mingfei’s eyes fell on the Chinese. He was wearing a tight suit and a top hat. The lines of his cheeks were soft and smooth. Clearly, Lu Mingfei almost thought he saw himself...the current self.

"This was me at the time... this was taken by my grandfather at that time. He was a photographer accompanying the army at that time," the housekeeper paused, "so the world is big and small..."

Lu Mingfei scratched his head, not quite understanding, after all, for him, only one name and one photo of his grandfather was left in his memory, and he didn’t remember anything else.

Time is a cruel thing, it brings everything, and it takes everything away.

Perhaps seeing this, the butler smiled, took the photo from Lu Mingfei, carefully put it back into the box, and stood up, "Okay, I'll go and put this away first... correct."

After taking two steps, as if he finally realized that there was a serious problem, the butler stopped and looked at Lu Mingfei: "Mingfei, you and Miss..."

"I'm here to teach her how to play games!" Lu Mingfei said hastily.

Butler: "...playing games?"

"That's right, that's right!" Lu Mingfei nodded repeatedly, looking confident, after all, he was telling the truth.

"Okay... let's go..." The housekeeper replied with difficulty, then turned around with difficulty, with heavy steps, thinking that it was over, making such a clumsy excuse, it must be flustered!

Why panic?There is something hidden!

Why is there a secret?That must be the worst case scenario!
The butler is very clear that Su Xiaoqiang never plays games!
Lu Mingfei heaved a sigh of relief, and gestured an ok gesture to Su Xiaoqiang, indicating that the crisis of being misunderstood was finally over.

Su Xiaoqiang silently covered her face.

You are a fool!

　In a way, the weather outside is the same as the collection of this book and the recommendation ticket-it makes the sleeping machine feel cool.

　　


(End of this chapter)