Dragon Clan: Restart your life

"Senior brother, do you have the habit of celebrating birthdays?"

Lu Mingfei asked smoothly, trying to further close the distance between the two.

At this time, the relationship between the senior brothers and him was still very weak, and they had not yet developed a comradeship that would lead them through life and death together.

In short, we are strangers to each other.

Chu Zihang thought for a while and said: "Parties, cakes, amusement parks, photo taking, eating, traveling...it's the same every year."

My stepfather is a very qualified and high-quality father, far better than his biological father in some aspects.

Every year on his birthday, his stepfather would take time out to spend a perfect and ceremonial day with the whole family.

This is a perfect and ceremonial birthday that can make most people envious, but Chu Zihang's tone was very calm and he didn't mean to show off at all.

Lu Mingfei heard a sense of loneliness.

Last time, he only envied Senior Brother Chu for his happy life, harmonious family, and happy birthday...

But after truly getting to know this man, he realized that his senior brother was the same person as himself.

"Don't you like Chen Wenwen?"

The sudden question interrupted Lu Mingfei's reverie, causing his unfocused eyes to snap back to attention.

"Ah?!" Lu Mingfei said in shock.

"Chen Wenwen also knew that you liked him before, but she always pretended not to know and treated you as a follower. Today, she specifically asked you to be a shield. But why are you still comforting her nonchalantly and even supporting her?"

Chu Zihang's razor-sharp questions went straight to the point.

Lu Mingfei scratched his head, why did the senior brother finally ask this question after going around in circles?

"Because she has become weak and you have become strong. Is this the sympathy of the strong for the weak?" Chu Zihang glanced at Lu Mingfei coldly.

Lu Mingfei couldn't help but curse in his heart.

Please, replace Chen Wenwen with me, and then replace me with you, senior brother. This is the right logic!

This world always sympathizes with me, a weakling, and the person who reaches out to me many times is obviously you!

Lu Mingfei thought for a while and said: "Actually, she was very good to me. You have to compare the good and the bad. Compared with everyone in high school, Chen Wenwen was like an angel to me, so I liked her very much at that time. Who doesn't like angels? Angels flutter their white wings and fly towards you, handing you the light in their hands. When you take the light, you take the warmth. Only then do you realize that there are still people in this world. She pays attention to you, even though she doesn’t love you.”

"As for her pretending not to know...Senior brother, she just sends warm angels to people like me. She can't give herself away, right? Buy one get one free? You need a reason to like someone. I didn't have one at that time. Yan has no money and no responsibility, so how can He De make her like me? Just by being sincere?"

Lu Mingfei spread his hands with helplessness on his face.

Chu Zihang fell silent and said, "What you said makes sense, so by standing up for her, are you returning the favor to Angel?"

Lu Mingfei looked out the car window and said softly: "Yes, I am very nostalgic for old friendships, and I have a soft heart. I will definitely repay the kindness that others have done to me."

"What about the evil others do to you?" Chu Zihang suddenly asked.

Lu Mingfei turned around, his senior brother was controlling the steering wheel with one hand, his eyes hidden behind his contact lenses were staring at him closely, his eyes sharp and sharp.

"Hey, hey, hey! Brother, don't you drive without looking at the road? I don't want to die yet! The car has crashed, it's going to crash! Right, right, right, turn the steering wheel to the right!"

The car suddenly changed lanes, as nimble as a steel catfish, and overtook the vehicle in front of it.

Lu Mingfei grabbed the handle of the car roof with one hand, patted his chest, and said with a frightened look on his face:

"Senior brother, I'm still young and haven't found a suitable partner yet. Don't take me with you even if you want to die!"

Chu Zihang was silent.

"Where are we going now?" Lu Mingfei looked out the car window and took the initiative to break the silence in the car.

"South Railway Station, I need to go and see the scene." Chu Zihang said.

"Rush to the South Railway Station at this time?" Lu Mingfei said with a guilty conscience, "Brother, there might be aftershocks, why don't we just run away? I'm rushing back to install the toilet seat."

Chu Zihang said calmly: "Don't worry, I have arranged for professionals to solve your toilet seat problem. This time you are the specialist and I will help you deal with all the troubles."

Lu Mingfei was about to shout for his brother's righteousness, but he suddenly fell into a strange silence.

His face looked a little achy.

Last time, he thought that his senior brother was a perfectionist and dealing with a toilet seat was absolutely trivial.

But he was proven wrong.

Sometimes it is a mistake to be too professional.

At this time, he recalled the "professionals" invited by his senior brother last time, and he felt that one was as big as two.

Not only is he professional, he just has the words "superior" written on his face!

That group of people originally belonged to the Navy SEALs, and they were all professional throat-slitting thugs. After retiring, they joined the school and became co-workers of the school work department!

The leader was over 1.9 meters tall and weighed at least 200 pounds. He was an understatement for his talent.

I saw his sharp eyes behind his sunglasses, a saber in his right hand, and a bucket of radish slices in his left hand.

The saber is the M9 saber issued by the US military. It has double-sided blood grooves on the gray titanium blade.

However, this truly deadly weapon was used by the powerful man to cut radishes.

After that, the strong man carrying the impact drill walked out of the toilet, patted his body covered in lime, took off the large cigar from the corner of his mouth, his square face like RoboCop was full of a pure man's smile, and he said -

"Road Commissioner, we have installed the toilet seat according to your requirements. The quality can definitely withstand the test of the organization. We are very professional in this aspect of maintenance!"

In this situation, the road commissioner could only hold his forehead and cover his face

He made a lot of mistakes, but the biggest mistake was that he misbelieved in the "professionalism" that his senior brother said.

But think about it from another perspective, as the senior brother of the club boss, shouldn’t the professionals sent out be like this?

Behind him was my aunt's high-pitched demonic voice, her screams that were like breaking through clouds and cracking rocks.

Immediately afterwards, Commissioner Lu, who became evil and cruel in the eyes of his aunt, bullied their whole family, was kicked out, along with a group of thugs.

Recalling the fear of being dominated by "professionals", Lu Mingfei grabbed his senior brother and said with tears in his eyes:

"Brother, promise me, don't look for your professionals!"

Chu Zihang turned around and asked, "What's wrong?"

"No! I just think there are some things I can do myself!"

"...Are you really in time?"

"It's a joke! I won't bother professionals for this little thing. I'd better do it myself. The child is used to it!"

The car suddenly stopped.

Chu Zihang looked ahead. Five hundred meters away was the South Railway Station. The building was blocked off with yellow blockade tape.

"Get off the car, we're here. It may be too late. People from the school administration department are already on the way. Are you sure you want to terminate the operation?"

Chu Zihang opened the car door and whispered.

"Finally... forget it, senior brother, please give me the phone. I want to give some instructions to the professionals!"

Chu Zihang glanced at him and saw that he didn't look like he was joking. He took out his mobile phone and dialed a number and handed it to Lu Mingfei.

Lu Mingfei ran to the side with his cell phone and gave detailed instructions.

Chu Zihang set his sights on the train station not far away.

Under the scorching sun, this exquisite building now looks like a post-modern work of art. Yellow isolation tape has blocked all entrances, and only a huge, twisted aluminum alloy frame remains in the shattered glass sky.

Amid the chirping of cicadas, police and security guards hid in the shadows, fanning themselves with their hats, and reporters' hastily discarded papers were strewn all over the floor.