Dragon Clan: No one wants me, Lu Mingfei

Looking at the extremely arrogant Xia Di, who was leaning against the window with one hand, Chu Tianjiao's eyes flashed with surprise: This guy has shaved off his beard, and he is actually slightly more handsome than himself.

"What a coincidence. Are you going to work?" Seeing that Chu Tianjiao was still wearing a decent suit, Xia Di knew that he was going to pick someone up.

"How can a driver go to work at this hour? He must be running errands for the boss."

"Oh~ Then why do you look a little weak? You are so low-spirited. Did you go to have fun with the boss last night?"

Thinking of his heroic act last night, Chu Tianjiao felt a twinge of pain in his stomach. Logically speaking, he should continue to be his own loser for the sake of the mission, but after all, he encountered a situation where his life was at stake and there were no witnesses so he had to take action.

Because he couldn't contact the specialized aftermath team, he worked all night to clean up the traces of the scene. He also thoughtfully inserted a sterilized fruit knife into the wound on the female technician's shoulder and threw away her high-quality imitation bag. Go into a trash can and pretend to be a robbery scene.

Generally speaking, people in this field would not come into contact with the police easily, and they were not worried that she would report the crime. It was more likely that she would go to her elder brother for help.

As for that degenerate half-breed, it turned out that he was a murderer who committed crimes on the run, and his death would not be a pity.

Naturally, it was impossible to tell Xia Di and the others about this matter. Chu Tianjiao could only find an excuse: "I don't know whose child last night kept crying in the middle of the night and kept me awake all night. It's normal for him to be low on energy."

"What a coincidence, I just beat a little kid to tears last night." Xia Di was proud, and then was punched by Lu Mingfei.

After chatting for a few more words, the green light came on, and the two nodded and went their separate ways.

Silently all the way, Xia Di and Lu Mingfei arrived at the gymnasium. Chu Zihang was already waiting at the door with the fishing rod he borrowed from "Dad" last night.

Lu Mingfei went up to say hello to him and obviously noticed that the corners of his eyes were twitching. He thought that yesterday's experience left a deep impression on him.

Xia Di took out the fishing gear from the trunk, and in Lu Mingfei's ghostly eyes, he conjured up a big parasol and cement pier.

"Let's go." He handed the fishing rod and fishing box to the two children, carried the umbrella and cement pier, and walked toward the river without changing his expression.

There were many pedestrians on the road, and when they saw him leading the two children, they all looked at him strangely:

Are you crazy, coming to fish so early in the morning?

This is not the age where fishing guys can be seen everywhere in the later generations, and everyone can tell the jokes about fishing guys. Everyone is busy making money and doesn’t have so much free time to go fishing.

Lu Mingfei was already out of breath when he arrived at the river. The fishing box contained a lot of tools and was quite heavy. It was really tiring to carry it for a kilometer.

Xia Di's breathing rate did not change, and he even quickened his pace when he approached the river, for fear that someone would compete with him for the fishing spot.

Fortunately, no one had taken the first step in yesterday's Feng Shui treasure spot, and the little girl was nowhere to be seen. He happily ran to get a good spot.

Set up the parasol, skillfully mix the bait and set up a small horse tie, thread the hook and hang the bait, and swing the rod gracefully to make a nest.

Lu Mingfei was dumbfounded by the smooth and smooth operation. He looked like a master at first glance.

Chu Zihang, who was next to him, had never caught a fish before, but at least he had practiced how to operate it unexpectedly last night, and he was able to throw the rod in a decent manner at this time.

Fortunately, Uncle Xia didn't forget him. After setting up the fishing rod, he came over to teach him.

Lu Mingfei and Chu Zihang were sitting next to each other. The rising sun was not too bright yet, so there was no need to worry about getting sunburned if there was a parasol.

In line with the idea of ​​not delaying the task as soon as possible, Lu Mingfei took advantage of the situation and started chatting with Chu Zihang: "Senior, we met your father on the way here."

He was reminded by Xia Di before going to bed last night, and he knew that chatting should not be forced, and he had to find the right topic that the person was interested in in order to have a happy conversation, otherwise he would easily get beaten if he went to see Chu Zihang in the future.

Of course, what Chu Zihang is most concerned about right now is his father, the man who has been cheating on him and his mother.

But he didn't want to show it in front of Lu Mingfei, so he said "hmm" and didn't ask any further questions.

In fact, he had long noticed through observing his words and expressions that Lu Mingfei's purpose for chatting with him was not simple. Every time he answered briefly, he would look sad, and sometimes he would look happy when he said more, and would not hide his true thoughts at all.

Lu Mingfei also wanted to follow Uncle Xia's example and let Chu Zihang take the initiative to ask questions, but he seemed to be talkative and ignored him at all.

Having no choice, he had no choice but to continue the topic: "He looks not in good spirits. Uncle Xia said he is a little weak."

This was said with great skill, and it immediately aroused Chu Zihang's conversation: "How do you say it?"

It really works!

Classmate Xiaolu kept up his efforts: "I don't know, the circles under his eyes are a bit heavy and he looks weak."

"...like this." Chu Zihang suddenly lost interest. The man seemed to have no energy in recent years. When asked, he also said that he stayed up late watching movies and occasionally worked overtime.

Unlike these two little brats who didn't care about fishing at all, Xia Di was a qualified fisherman, staring at the float with all his concentration, for fear of missing any movement.

But he didn't know if the fish was caught by the little girl yesterday or something else. He sat there for more than half an hour without any harvest.

However, fishing is all about patience, so he was naturally not in a hurry. Anyway, there were two children nearby who were chatting to relieve his boredom.

However, the development of the situation was not as he expected. Xia, who was full of confidence, had changed the bait several times, but failed to catch a single fish. On the contrary, the two novice fishermen next to him had already made progress.

"Oh, another one." Lu Mingfei excitedly pulled the lever and caught the flying three-inch fish.

Throwing the fish into the plastic bucket, he was no longer in a hurry to continue experiencing the joy of being hooked. Instead, he ran to Xia Di and said, "Ouch, what's going on? Uncle, didn't you brag that you caught a fish in three minutes? Why?" It’s been over an hour and there’s still no movement?”

I can't say that this little tone is similar to Xia Di's, I can only say that it is exactly the same.

Chu Zihang silently picked up the fish with his pole, but his ears were perked up to eavesdrop.

"Oh, it's just a novice protection period." Xia Di looked disdainful from an old timer, "I'll let you see what connecting rod explosion protection is in a moment."

As he spoke, he controlled his momentum to the extreme, and at the same time quietly took out a handful of fragrant powder from his trouser pocket, and rubbed it into the bait in front of him while Lu Mingfei was not paying attention.

Lu Mingfei laughed and returned to his seat, continuing his awkward chat with Chu Zihang.

But soon he discovered that all the fish on his side seemed to have gone to the next door. The float had not moved at all. On the contrary, Uncle Xia, whom he had laughed at just now, caught a fish with just one swing of his fishing rod, which was surprisingly efficient.

The adult who used despicable means to win smiled slyly: "Young man, fight with me, you are still a little green."

Just as he was swinging the rod wantonly to free the little fish, a soft and waxy voice came from behind:

"Wow, uncle, you are so awesome."

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