A dimensional journey starting from the Dragon Clan

Chapter 2 2. If you don’t have a knife in your hand, my sister is the cutest creature in the world

Xuanhao looked at the time, it was 5:30 pm.

Of course, he was not looking forward to finishing work early. It was still too early. Dinner and late-night snacks were the most profitable times for takeout. Normally at this time, he would rush back to make dinner because his sister would probably be out of school. Just grab a few bites by yourself, and then go out to continue making money.

But today, he was lucky. He received a lot of orders, which were easy to deliver, and he had almost completed his goal for the day.

So he planned to finish his morning job and pick up his sister from school. After all, making money was not as important as his sister.

"Ding... ring ring ring..."

The school bell rang, and students in school uniforms crowded out of the door.

Despite the huge crowd of people, all wearing the same white school uniform, Xuanhao still found his sister at a glance.

One of the reasons is that my sister is beautiful. More importantly, there seems to be a vacuum around her. When walking, both boys and girls will subconsciously avoid it...

"well……"

Xuan Hao sighed and waved towards his sister.

The boys around looked at Xuan Hao as if they were mentally retarded. You are a delivery boy and you come to our school to pick up girls? What do you think?

But in the next scene they were petrified.

Following Xuan Hao's gaze, Xuan Ya, who was expressionlessly walking out of the school gate, also noticed her brother.

It’s okay if you don’t want to pay attention... A group of people were wearing white school uniforms, and suddenly there was a yellow takeaway uniform in the middle, which was too eye-catching.

"puff"

Xuanya was stunned for a moment, then couldn't help but laugh.

Under the surprised eyes of the boys, Xuanya started to run.

"Damn it, am I reading that right? The one who holds the book every day... is running?"

"She smiled, she smiled, she smiled at me, did you see it?"

Under the stunned gazes, Xuanya ran to her brother.

"Oh, no! That's not true."

"No, no, maybe the goddess just ordered takeout."

"Yes, yes, yes, the goddess must be hungry. Damn it, I didn't notice."

Then she got in the car. Sitting sideways on the shabby-looking battery car, with a faint smile on his face and his arms around the man's waist.

The battery car left, taking Xuanya with it without looking back. Her long hair was blown up by the majestic wind, and wherever it swept, there was heartbreak everywhere.

"Brother, why did you suddenly think of picking me up? You're so stupid." Xuanya was sitting in the back row and smiled.

"Tsk, you actually started to dislike your brother! It hurts." Xuan Hao was riding his bike and didn't look back, but you could tell from his voice that he was joking.

"No way? If I don't like it anymore, why don't I get in your car?" Xuanya curled her lips.

"Oh, woman."

"Tch, man!"

"Brother! You came to pick me up, does that mean there is no one to cook? So what are we going to eat tonight?" Xuanya thought of this very important thing.

"Um... I'm lucky today. I finish work early. How about I treat you to a nice meal?" Xuan Hao was a little embarrassed.

"No, I'm saving money, and I still have a mortgage... How about we go shopping for groceries! I'll cook them for you tonight!" Xuanya thought for a moment.

"Um"

…

"Click"

"I'm back." Xuanya opened the door and shouted out of habit.

But there was no one in the house. Her brother was following her, carrying vegetables he had just bought from the market, not much, potatoes and vegetables.

Xuanhao originally wanted to buy meat, but his sister said that there was some leftover bacon at home and asked him to save some money, but he couldn't resist her.

"Brother, I'm going to cook." Xuanya took the food from Xuanhao's hand and ran into the kitchen excitedly, ready to cook.

"Well, I'll go downstairs to get the battery. Remember to open the door for me later."

"Okay~"

Xuanhao closed the door, and his sister's response was faintly heard from behind the door.

When we went downstairs, we came to the dilapidated parking shed. The motorcycles and battery cars in the community were all parked here. Because it was an old community and the security was not very good, we still couldn't park casually downstairs.

There is a small room made of iron sheets next to the parking shed, with only a rag covering the contents inside. From the outside, you can vaguely see a bed inside, as well as some miscellaneous small items. There is also a somewhat moldy wooden board placed next to the small room, probably used to block the wind at night.

The person guarding the carport is an old man in his 60s or 70s, dressed in rags. He has been guarding the carport for as long as Xuan Hao can remember, and he also lives here at night. Everyone will give him 20 yuan for parking fees every month. The money is not much, after all, there are only a few dozen cars parked here, and the old man has to live.

"Good evening, Grandpa Zhong." Xuanhao greeted the old man.

At this time, the old man was drinking water from a stainless steel cup. There were patches of white paint on the surface of the cup, which looked a little old.

The old man put on his reading glasses, and Xuan Hao handed over the key. There was a sticker on it with incomprehensible marks drawn crookedly on it.

The old man has a bad memory. Sometimes when Xuan Hao greets him, he often cannot remember who Xuan Hao is. Therefore, the key of everyone who parks here will have a symbol drawn by the old man himself, which only he can understand, so that he can be sure that this person is indeed here to pick up the car.

After looking at the symbol, the old man smiled at Xuan Hao and waved his hand to indicate that he could enter.

Xuan Hao entered the parking shed and took out two batteries from the car, holding one in one hand and the kettle cord in his mouth.

"Young man, walk slowly and be careful not to fall."

The old man looked at Xuan Hao and smiled.

"Hmm... um"

Xuan Hao carried the battery and the kettle in his mouth and headed towards his home. There was a rusty iron door downstairs. The door was locked and he needed a key to open it every time he went home. The words "Commissary" are written on the window on the first floor, and there is a small door next to the window.

Xuanhao didn't have time in his hands and couldn't open the iron door. Every time he went home like this, he would borrow it from the "canteen" and said, "Good evening, aunt!"

"Hey, Xiaohao is coming back so early today?"

"Uh-huh."

I climbed up to the 7th floor in one breath and knocked on the door with my knees.

"Dong dong dong."

Soon the younger sister's voice sounded from inside: "Who?"

"Well!" Although it was a little unclear, my sister still heard his voice and opened the door for him.

"Pfft. Brother, what kind of look do you have?"

The younger sister was still wearing her school uniform, with an apron hanging in front of her body and a kitchen knife in her hand.