Know Yourself in the Dragon World

He sat up in shock while dying of illness.

Han Qiu stared blankly at the phone that kept ringing on the bedside table.

He was still immersed in the dream he had just had, a brutal war and raging anger.

The cool breeze blowing in from the window gradually calmed his restless heart.

Damn, forgot to turn on the air conditioner.

The phone stops ringing.

He wanted to answer it, but the opportunity was missed.

Looking out the window, it was getting darker and darker.

How long did you sleep? I remember falling asleep in the morning.

I picked up my phone and looked at the time...it was already the evening of the next day.

I slept for more than thirty hours.

Han Qiu, ah, Han Qiu, you are really amazing.

However, the long sleep allowed the body to recover a lot, the pain was not so obvious, and scabs formed on the burned areas.

I'm just a little hungry and thirsty.

I should call Lu Mingfei back first. This guy is really...

"Hey, Han Qiu!"

"Hello...what's wrong?" Han Qiu realized that his voice sounded particularly unpleasant when he opened his mouth.

"Oh my god, what's wrong with your throat?"

"I have an inflammation." Han Qiu lied, "The food here is too spicy."

"Okay, just be a little more careful."

"What's matter?"

"I lost your Internet cafe membership account and password. Can you tell me again?"

"Okay." Han Qiu reported it again and reminded: "Don't lose it again!"

"I know, I know." Lu Mingfei smiled happily, "By the way, I had a weird dream this afternoon."

"Brother, are you telling me this?" Han Qiu said helplessly: "I'm not your boyfriend."

"It's really weird!" Lu Mingfei took the change from the cashier and said, "I dreamed of Baidi City."

"Baidi City?"

Han Qiu's nerves suddenly tensed up.

"Yes, Baidi City."

"Elaborate."

"To put it simply, two young men were running in the burning Baidi City and then burned to death."

"Oh." Han Qiu pretended to be calm. He was becoming more and more curious about Lu Mingfei.

Lu Mingfei, what the hell is this person, to be able to have such a dream?

"You don't seem to be interested."

"It's just a dream. It's not something earth-shattering or soul-shattering." Han Qiu said, "I'll forget it after a good night's sleep."

"When will you come back?"

"Next month."

"So late."

"How's the tea party going?"

“Not very good.” Lu Mingfei walked towards his uncle’s house. “He was invisible and did odd jobs the whole time. This was Zhao Menghua’s personal show.”

"Wait for me to come back, and I'll find a way to help you get back at justice." Han Qiu just couldn't stand Lu Mingfei's miserable look.

nmmd, I am the son of the system, the protagonist with a golden finger, can I still let my brothers live without Land Rover?

Little Zhao Menghua is in control.

"You? Are you competing with Zhao Menghua?"

"What? Don't believe it?"

Damn the man's self-esteem.

"It's not a question of belief or not. I know your situation well. Zhao Menghua, you are really incomparable. I still remember you said last time that you were unbeatable in basketball, but you were defeated by Chu Zihang..."

“Yes, yes, yes.” Han Qiu was also impressed by Lu Mingfei. “Just pretend I didn’t say anything.”

"I'm going to go home first. I'll go online and chat on QQ later."

"Wait a minute, where did you get this cell phone?" Han Qiu suddenly realized the problem.

"It's from my uncle." Lu Mingfei said proudly, "A reward for buying groceries."

"6! I'm hanging up now. I have to go eat."

"it is good."

Han Qiu put down his phone and looked at his miserable condition.

Going out to eat is out of the question, so just call the front desk and ask them to send the food over.

……

Before Chu Zihang inserted the key into the key, he heard the screams of his mother and girlfriends.

Maybe "Dad" should move to a villa with better sound insulation.

He pushed open the door and saw the living room in a mess, with empty wine bottles and fast food boxes scattered on the floor.

My mother and her girlfriends were watching a Korean variety show and having a lot of fun.

"Zihang is back!" Su Xiaoyan (Chu Zihang's mother) said with a smile.

"Yeah." Chu Zihang changed his shoes.

"Zihang baby, come here and watch TV with us." The aunts waved at Chu Zihang.

"No, I have to prepare the admission documents." Chu Zihang walked towards the bedroom.

"Which university did Chu Zihang go to?" Annie asked Su Xiaoyan.

"It's a fraternity university of the Chicago Institute." Su Xiaoyan said proudly: "With Zihang's ability, does he still need to take the college entrance examination?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Chu Zihang walked out of the bedroom again.

"Don't turn the air conditioner too low." He picked up the remote control and turned up the temperature. "It's dry in the room. Don't just drink alcohol. Drink more water."

"I know, I know, my dear son, just go and do your own thing!" The 38-year-old beautiful mother enjoys her son's care.

"I have to go out again." Chu Zihang put down the remote control.

"Are you going out to have fun? Or do you have something important to do?" Su Xiaoyan asked.

"I'm going back to hand over the school team's affairs. I might be back later."

"Yeah!" Su Xiaoyan jumped up, gave him a big kiss on the face, and proudly showed off to her girlfriends.

Chu Zihang didn't dare to stay any longer. He knew these beautiful aunts. If he stayed any longer, his face would be covered with lipstick marks.

They often go crazy.

There is nothing wrong with going crazy; it is an outward manifestation of happiness.

I closed the door of my house and the dazzling afternoon sun fell directly on my face.

Chu Zihang stroked the Mercedes-Benz S500 key in his pocket. He had just obtained his driver's license last week.

"Dad" has always been so generous.

Well, let’s use the word “generous”.

Chu Zihang got into the car and didn't start it immediately. Instead, he closed his eyes and felt the car.

It still doesn't feel as reliable as the Maybach 62.

During the time when he didn't have a driver's license, "Dad" would often let Chu Zihang go to the club to play and practice his driving skills.

We should also thank "Dad" for his foresight, because when the time came to drive, he was able to do it with ease.

I don’t know what home will be like when I go abroad.

It should still be like this, right?

Chu Zihang opened his eyes and interrupted his thoughts in time.

There are some things he doesn't want to think about too deeply, as long as he remembers them.

Like, remember that man.

"Start it." He steeled himself.

The engine was roaring, the rolling door was rising, and the sunlight found a breakthrough in the garage and poured in all at once.

The Mercedes-Benz S500 is like an arrow shot from a bow.

"Goodbye." Chu Zihang drove towards the sunshine.

Goodbye, life as an ordinary person.

----

It's a slightly boring life, all supported by potato chips.

Su Enxi always felt that Long Legs was mumbling in her ear: "Potato chips, potato chips, give me money."

"Today's stock market looks good." A hand was placed on Su Enxi's shoulder.

A hand without temperature, between reality and illusion.

Su Enxi looked up at the trend of the stock market and said, "Well, it's pretty much what I expected. Boss, can you please not appear and disappear like this every time? It's scary."

"You just need to get used to it. There are some things I need you to take care of."

"Ok?"

"Investigate a person, Lu Mingfei's friend, Han Qiu."

"Is there anything special about him?"

"Nothing, just do as you are told."

"Okay, boss." Su Enxi nodded like a chicken pecking at rice.

"You guys need to pay more attention to Lu Mingfei and keep a close eye on him. He will be going to Kassel College next year."

"know."

"There's always a dreamlike feeling, as if some existence is interfering with the direction."

"Boss, why is this happening..." Su Enxi looked back, but saw nothing.

He has already left.

Come and go in a hurry.

That's his style.

"Long legs, long legs, investigate a man named Han Qiu." Su Enxi picked up the phone.

"Can you please not assign tasks randomly? Do I need to investigate every unknown person?" There was a voice of dissatisfaction from the other end of the phone.

"It's the boss's arrangement."

"Oh, that's good!"