Tomb Raiders Notes: If Innocence Had a Brother

My name is Wu Kang. I never expected that I would travel through time.

Thank you for the invitation. I have walked around the West Lake three times.

After all, it was my first time to do this kind of time travel, and I didn’t have much experience. After I confirmed that this was a three-system time travel with no system, no live broadcast, and no grandpa (grandma) with me, I sat aside to rest. On the bench, I began to think about the meaning of time travel.

What about the promised system assistance, added buffs, marrying Bai Fumei, beating the villain in the face, and reaching the pinnacle of life?

A classic Nokia ringtone rang. I took out my slide phone and carefully pressed the answer button.

"Have you returned to Hangzhou?" The voice on the other side sounded very young.

"No."

Wu Xie looked at someone beside the West Lake who said that he was on a mission in another world, and said that he was used to it.

Looking at the curly hair and black hoodie that blocked me in the alley, I requested to call the brain memory bank countless times, but was rejected by the memory bank.

"I said, brother, what are you doing?" I asked with a dry smile.

"Call me brother." The curly-haired young man said with a frown.

I catered to him with a flattering smile on my face: "Two eldest brothers, this is the first time I've arrived in Guibao Land. If I break the rules here, I'll apologize first."

Curly snorted coldly.

I broke out in a cold sweat, thinking that the original owner would not have offended someone he shouldn't have offended.

I looked at the two of them vaguely. The guy wearing a hoodie was much slimmer than Curly. If a fight broke out soon, it would be a good breakthrough.

Curly stretched out his hand and pulled me, saying that he would talk about it later.

The thing was indeed similar to what I thought. The original owner must have offended someone who shouldn't be offended and asked me to pass him over as a scapegoat.

The other person's hand was getting closer and closer. I gritted my teeth, stretched out my hand and took the other person's arm, and led him to the wall behind. There were a lot of debris piled there. I only heard a crackling sound. I secretly breathed a sigh of relief. The hoodie man is in trouble.

Ignoring the yelling behind me, Curly Hair actually threatened to pull out my bones and cramp my bones. I sneered and rushed towards the man in the hoodie.

The other person seemed to be frightened and stood there blankly. I couldn't hold back my strength, gritted my teeth and rushed over.

And then, somehow, I just flew out, like, in the traditional sense, off the ground, like a truck hit me, flying out.

The ancestors are right, people should not be judged by their appearance, especially the kind of sultry men who look easy to bully.

Opening your eyes, you see an unfamiliar ceiling.

I touched my head with my hand and took a deep breath. I must have knocked a big bump.

"It's nothing serious. It's just a bruise." The man in the hoodie was applying iodine on Curly's arm. Curly saw that I was awake and laughed at me for not overestimating my abilities. Why bother with this little brother?

I squinted and looked at the little brother in Curly's mouth, then looked at the weak Curly, and then looked at the little brother who separated the distance between me and Curly without saying a word.

Look at Curly's bushi behind him, looking like a successful villain.

The plot is roughly: The Cold Bodyguard: My Bad Young Master.

I coughed lightly, and the two people looked at me.

"Let me apologize to you two first." The other party's mood seemed to be quite stable, so I continued to test: "Is there any misunderstanding between us?"

Curly smiled, and then snorted coldly: "Misunderstanding, even if you are burned to ashes, I recognize you."

I'm done thinking, I'll die before I leave.

However, as the saying goes, there is no perfect way for everyone. If the enemy does not move, I will not move. If you remain unchanged in response to all changes, shutting up is the best way.

The little brother stood up and started packing the medical kit. Curly Hair moved his shoulders and grinned. "You are really cruel."

Can I not be cruel? Think about it, you are new here, unfamiliar with the place, and two big men block you in the alley.

But did I say that? Of course not.

"Misunderstandings are all misunderstandings."

Curly snorted coldly: "You brat, tell me how long it has been since you went home. You don't care about your studies. How about you get a diploma..."

My smile is much more sincere, as long as I am not an enemy.

Changsha, Tongzi Tower

The three of us were standing under the Tongzi Tower. I was looking up to observe the environment here. Curly Hair walked forward. The taciturn young man suddenly stopped him: "Wu Xie, I won't go up."

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I dug my ears with my fingers, not sure, so I listened again.

"It's okay, they are all family members." Curly Mao patted the younger brother on the shoulder: "It's not like you haven't seen my dad before."

Later, I met a very energetic old man and Curly Hair called him dad. I wasn't sure about my relationship with Curly Hair either, so I just gave the old man a polite smile.

The old man glared at me, and Curly Hair also glared at me when he saw the old man glaring at me.

However, when the old man saw the younger brother, he hurriedly asked people to sit down and ordered Curly Hair to pour water. He seemed too polite.

I'm a little confused, isn't it the character of the bodyguard and the young master? Not sure, check again.

"Are you still used to living in Wu Xie's place?" The old man smiled so hard that his eyes crinkled.

“Hangzhou is pretty good.”

"That's good, that's good." The old man nodded happily.

I squinted my eyes and saw that the curly man was called Wu Xie... I didn't realize that the old man was so old and was still a die-hard fan of stealing pens. There was really no taboo in naming his children.

If the character is not strong, it is really hard to suppress.

"You are very quiet this time." The old man said and glared at me.

I smiled awkwardly at the old man: "Are you feeling well?"

The old man was obviously stunned for a moment, his eyes were a little evasive, and his tone revealed three parts choking, three parts relief and four parts nonchalance: "It's okay, it's okay."

I feel a little contempt for Curly Hair. It seems that the old man lives alone, a typical lonely old man.

"When you come back this time, don't leave. Get a diploma, find a job, and slowly settle down." Curly came out of the kitchen.