Dragon Clan: No one wants me, Lu Mingfei

When he paid the bill and walked out, Lu Mingfei kept staring at Xia Di's trouser pocket, his little mind full of doubts.

How much stuff does that shallow trouser pocket hold?

Keys, wallet, glucose powder, mobile phone, chewing gum, Jianweixiaoshi pills...

It looks flat from the outside and contains nothing. Could it be that the uncle's trouser pocket is actually Doraemon's fourth-dimensional pocket?

I don’t know if I can take out a random door and let him go back to sleep first and then...

etc!

Lu Mingfei suddenly remembered that it seemed that the reason why he went out was to take his uncle around the community. Now that the morning had passed and he still hadn't gone back, wouldn't he be misunderstood that he was crazy for playing outside?

Uncle and aunt don't have to go to work today. I'm afraid it won't be a mixed training for men and women when he gets back.

Thinking of the terrifying scene that was like a Tang monk reciting sutras, Lu Mingfei felt frightened. He quickly grabbed Xia Di's clothes and said, "Uncle, lend me your cell phone. I want to call uncle to tell him that I will be back later."

Since it is an established fact that he will be criticized, he should go back as late as possible. At least he can maintain his good mood today until the evening.

"Don't worry, I've already said hello to your uncle." Xia Di shook Faiz's transformed phone, indicating that she had already made arrangements.

"Ah? When did you say that? Why didn't I know?" Lu Mingfei thought about how Uncle Xia had been in his sight all day, how could he have time to make a phone call, and he had never revealed his uncle's identity? Mobile phone number!

Also, how could the uncle just listen to the neighbor's uncle's words and stop interfering? Didn't he even think of listening to his lovely nephew's voice before making a decision?

Or maybe the reason why the uncle can easily gain his trust is because he is really sent by the country... That's enough, stop freaking out! Let this childish fantasy end quickly!

The young man tried hard to suppress his extraordinarily divergent thinking. He felt that sooner or later, he would be dragged down by his overactive brain cells and become a fool who always had whimsical thoughts.

Xia Di, who was suspected to be a personal bodyguard, smiled mysteriously and neither answered his questions nor gave him his cell phone: "Hey, this is what adults do. It's better for children not to know too much."

As he spoke, he put his phone into his pocket. Under Lu Mingfei's gaze, the pocket was like a black hole that swallowed everything. The soft fabric did not change at all after swallowing the phone.

He reached out to pat him, but Xia Di grabbed his wrist.

"This is my unique magic. If you want to learn it, you have to pay the tuition."

After saying this, Lu Mingfei immediately gave up the idea of ​​continuing to explore the truth.

It's not because there is no money, it's just because I'm afraid that if I learn to steal Xia's business in the future, he will still be responsible if I don't make any money.

Seeing that he was unmoved, Xia Di chuckled and took out a bottle of Coke from her pocket: "Hey, my mouth is a bit dry after this meal. Do you want some ice Coke?"

Lu Mingfei: Σ(っ°Д°;)っ

"Coach, I want to learn this!"

In this era when fantasy fairy tales were not yet popular, the concept of magical storage artifacts was not widely known. Even though the magical power of Qiankun in the sleeves appeared more than once in Journey to the West, most people only remember the four people who took the scriptures. There was a monk named Sha who was carrying luggage.

As the saying goes, it's better to believe in something than something that doesn't exist. Even if Lu Mingfei felt in his heart that this was just a close-up magic trick that he had never seen before, he was still happy to learn it. There are many skills that are not overwhelming.

Maybe when he goes to school in the future, he can pretend to be a magician and win the admiration of his classmates.

"Boys can be taught." Xia Di nodded with satisfaction and put the helmet on the yearning young man's head: "Don't worry, the tuition is free. As long as you complete the training tasks I set, I will teach you it. "

"It's a deal?"

"It's a deal!"

…

Afternoon, Children’s Palace.

A silver-gray BMW X5 parked at the door, and a black-haired teenager got out of the back seat.

He was wearing a new Adidas tracksuit and carrying a golf bag.

The young man nodded to the driver, waited for the driver to turn around and left, then turned and walked towards the Children's Palace with the door open.

The sun shines on this handsome but expressionless face, and his dark eyes are like an inaccessible pool, with no one able to stir up a single ripple.

Walking into the gate of the Children's Palace, the scorching sunshine was blocked out. Chu Zihang looked at the bustling crowd, silently carrying his bag and walking towards the kendo class not far away.

When he was a child, he was ridiculed by his classmates because his parents divorced. Because he was strong and had learned karate, he was temporarily unable to defeat him, so he came to the Children's Palace to learn kendo in order to become stronger.

He has always been a quick learner, and the teacher in the kendo class at the Children's Palace is not a particularly strong kendo master. He only teaches basic swordsmanship, which he can easily master.

After paying a tuition fee of 3,600 yuan and a total of 36 classes, Chu Zihang learned swordsmanship seriously for 36 classes and practiced alone in the days to come.

Although he is now invincible in the Children's Palace and has no need to retake the swordsmanship course, he still comes here from time to time to practice and compete with his former teacher.

In fact, in his plan, today was supposed to be to read a book at home all afternoon and then practice a few pages of calligraphy. But last night, my mother and some of her best friends partied all night long, and ended up drunk and sleeping on the sofa and carpet in the living room.

If he stays at home now, he will face a group of hot moms who are extremely difficult to deal with after being hungover. They always like to hold him in their arms and kiss him vigorously, and then talk about wanting to take him away from their mothers. Take it away from you, take it home and raise it personally.

His godmothers, like his biological mothers, are big girls who don't make people worry, so he can only choose to avoid them because he can't resist.

Anyway, there was a nanny taking care of him at home. Before he left, he asked the nanny to warm up the milk so that his mother and the others could drink it when they woke up.

It's a pity that even though he was very careful before leaving, his mother still noticed it and kissed him on the face in a daze before letting him go. This move also made him spend some time wiping off the lip marks on his face. Go out again.

When he walked into the door of the kendo class, he was about to put on indoor shoes and go to the changing room to change into kendo uniforms when several teenagers in his twelfth or thirteen years old came up to him.

Their expressions were a little anxious, and they looked at Chu Zihang as if they had seen a savior: "Brother Chu, it's bad, someone is coming to kick the gym!"

"What? Someone is coming to play?" Chu Zihang stopped what he was doing, his eyes were a little confused.

Did you come to the Children's Palace to play football?

He was a little curious, who would be so bored that he would come to the Children's Palace to play gym?

There are all young children here. Even if you want to compete in a martial arts gym, you should go to a martial arts gym that recruits adults. Bullying children is nothing.

He took out his bamboo knife from his golf bag and held it in his hand: "What on earth is going on?"

"Just now, when the class leader asked us to form a team for free training, a good-looking older brother came in with a boy and approached the class leader and said he wanted to borrow the venue and equipment here."

"The class leader doesn't agree?"

"The big brother said that he wanted to teach the boy he brought a peerless swordsmanship, and that he would beat the students in our kendo class to pieces after he mastered it. When the class leader heard this, he asked them to leave smoothly."

"Then what?"

"The big brother said they could give me money and just borrow the venue for one use without damaging anything. But the class leader didn't agree, so he changed his mind and said he wanted to play in the gym."

Chu Zihang raised his eyebrows slightly when he heard this, and for some reason suddenly thought of a person who was also so casual and non-conformist... and didn't stick to the rules.

After roughly understanding the situation, he followed a few teenagers to the training ground and saw the big brother they said was handsome.

The man looked tall but not overly strong. His black sportswear was not conspicuous among the many black and white kendo training uniforms, but his wild and uninhibited aura made him the center of the entire training ground.

He was seen holding a broomstick in his hand, looking at the class leader who looked a little ugly with stern eyes, and said something extremely arrogant:

"I heard that you have a Sword Master from the Children's Palace. Do you dare to come out and let me check if there is any moisture?"

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