Know Yourself in the Dragon World

Han Qiu was furious.

What a shame! This is a black mark on my life!

This is the first time that we have been shut out in a battle on the field.

And it is an absolute crushing strength.

Even though Han Qiu felt the physical improvement brought by his bloodline, his football skills and physical fitness seemed ridiculous in front of Chu Zihang.

Chu Zihang dribbled the ball and broke through again, making a handsome dunk.

The basket clanged, announcing another victory.

Lu Mingfei yawned and sat on the sidelines counting the scores, "12 to 0."

12: 0.

Han Qiu’s head was filled with this number. This world... was full of monsters.

"Are you coming again?" Chu Zihang asked.

"Come!"

Men's damn desire to win.

Unfortunately, refusing to admit defeat doesn’t mean you won’t lose.

When the score reached 21-0, Chu Zihang walked straight off the court and quietly packed his basketball.

"I have to go home. You played well. If you are interested, you can join the school team." Chu Zihang said calmly without turning to look at Han Qiu.

For Chu Zihang, this amount of exercise is as easy as drinking water.

To him, it was an ordinary day with two ordinary classmates appearing.

Han Qiu panted, with his hands on his thighs, looking unconvinced, "Chu Zihang, can we be friends?"

Chu Zihang didn't answer. He picked up his bag and walked out while saying, "If you are interested in the school team, go find Mr. Chen Yang. He is the physical education teacher who manages the school basketball team."

"Then... can we be friends?" Han Qiu refused to give up.

Even though you were tortured so badly, you still have to complete the mission, right?

Otherwise wouldn’t it be a huge loss?

"Sorry, I'm used to being alone."

Chu Zihang walked towards the school gate with his bag on his back, and he wrote today's diary in his mind.

Around 6pm on Thursday, "Dad's" driver will arrive at school, and hopefully he won't be late.

I met a strange classmate today. He had a good physical fitness but poor skills.

He obviously came to play just to get to know me.

"Has he always been like this?" Han Qiu looked at Chu Zihang's back and asked Lu Mingfei helplessly.

"Senior Chu Zihang has always been a loner. Isn't he handsome?" Lu Mingfei said with envy, "All the girls in school like him. Don't you know?"

"I don't hang out with girls." Han Qiu made up a lie. "I sleep during the day and stay up all night. I don't socialize much."

"Envy." Lu Mingfei checked the time. "Let's go. We have to go back."

"Walk."

Han Qiu and Lu Mingfei followed behind Chu Zihang, keeping a distance between them.

In the reflection of the sunset, the roads in the campus appear very narrow, and the shadows of the trees and people are very long.

Han Qiu lowered his head and sighed softly.

Lu Mingfei didn’t care about this kind of time, he was only thinking about getting a taxi.

Maybe they should talk about something, but Han Qiu, who calls himself a social celebrity, doesn't know what to say.

Just take it slow, it’s good, I haven’t enjoyed high school life for a long time.

Looking at Chu Zihang's back, Han Qiu inexplicably felt that he was extremely lonely. He also felt that he had obsessive-compulsive disorder. His walking posture was too standard, and even the distance of each step was almost the same.

Han Qiu wished he could suddenly stop, turn around and say, "Let's go together?"

In this case, my mission is accomplished, right?

He wouldn't have to go away so alone.

He probably knew that there were two silly guys following him, and maybe he also knew that there are many people in this world, and that number could reach 80 billion in the future!

What does it matter?

The number of people is just a number.

Mr. Han stood beside Han Qiu at some point. He looked at Chu Zihang's back with nostalgia in his eyes.

"Chu Zihang is a lone wolf. His abilities are so good that people envy him, including his memory." Mr. Han reminded: "Don't reply. They can't see me. It would be weird if you suddenly say something they can't understand."

Han Qiu could only shut up and turned his head to look at Lu Mingfei who was in a daze even while walking.

"He can remember everything that happens in front of him, including today. This is due to his bloodline, which gives him a memory far superior to that of ordinary people." Mr. Han continued: "But memory is not only in the brain."

"For Chu Zihang, only those who remember him with their heart can be called friends. But his heart is completely closed. You can't get into it with just a short meeting. It takes time."

"But Lu Mingfei is different. As long as you are willing to treat him well and treat him as a friend, he will treat you back as a 'friend', even if it's the first time you meet."

"What's interesting is that neither Lu Mingfei nor Chu Zihang have many friends around them."

"I don't expect you to be able to complete this mission now. There is a long way to go, so don't rush. This mission has no time limit. However, once it is shown that the mission is completed, it means that you have to find a way to maintain your relationship with them. Once you are no longer friends, the reward will be taken back."

Mission: Make friends with Chu Zihang.

Status: In progress.

After learning that this task had no time limit, Han Qiu breathed a sigh of relief, but he also had a headache because he had to maintain a relationship with Lu Mingfei.

At the school gate, a black Mercedes-Benz S500 was parked there. Seeing Chu Zihang coming out, the driver respectfully welcomed him into the back seat.

"Chu Zihang's family conditions...are so good?" Han Qiu asked.

Asking Lu Mingfei is also asking Mr. Han.

"I heard that he lives in the Peacock Residence in the east of the city, and his father is the owner of several listed companies." Lu Mingfei replied.

Han Qiu turned his head to the other side, and Mr. Han had disappeared.

"Well, just pretend I didn't ask. This is not something that can be summed up by being rich." Han Qiu raised his hand to stop a taxi, "Let's go, I'll take you home."

……

The taxi driver braked suddenly and stopped steadily under the road sign. "We're here."

"I'll go back first. Bye." Lu Mingfei picked up his bag and got off the car.

After closing the car door, I found Han Qiu standing on the other side of the car.

"Why did you come down here too?" Lu Mingfei asked, his vigilance suddenly raised again.

Han Qiu shrugged and said, "I have nothing to do when I go back, so I'll just walk around. You can go back, it's okay."

He wanted to know more about this city and Lu Mingfei.

What lies before my eyes is a very ordinary residential area. Next to the bus stop is a newsstand, manned by an old man with half-gray hair.

It was already getting dark and the street lights were not on yet. Only the lights from every household illuminated this not-so-bustling neighborhood.

"You can live here." said Han Qiu.

This place is not as lively and energetic as where Han Qiu lives.

"Yes." Lu Mingfei walked towards the newsstand.

He was very familiar with the old man. He greeted him with a smile, then squatted down and flipped through the latest issue of "Zhiyin Manke".

Han Qiu walked over with curiosity and squatted down.

There are some magazines and periodicals here that are quite old. Han Qiu can’t remember when was the last time he flipped through them.

Of course, what he recalled was the original world.

"Do you want to buy it?" Han Qiu asked.

"The quality is getting worse and worse. I won't buy it anymore." Lu Mingfei said this while his hands were still flipping through the books.

He is a bit mean and never wants to miss any opportunity to get something for free.

In fact, he had already read the issue of "Novel Drawing" that Han Qiu gave him today.

But he still planned to take it.

Seeing it and owning it are two different things.

He had read every issue of "Zhiyin Manke" and "Xiaoshuohui", but he owned no more than a handful of them.

Not worth buying, it’s better to watch it for free!

Lu Mingfei himself didn't believe this.

He knew that he just didn't have that much spare money. People collect things they like, and so does he.

These things can remind me...how great it is to be alive!

This is all living evidence.

Even if people don't remember themselves, objects will speak silently.

Han Qiu decided to buy the two copies of this issue from Lu Mingfei.

He ignored Lu Mingfei's rejection, for no other reason than that he felt like he was looking in a mirror.

He had done the same thing when he was in high school. At that time, the education system was completely closed and there was only one bookstore in the school. Every day after lunch, he would go there to flip through the books and take a look.

I never bought anything in that bookstore during my three years of high school.

“Thank you.” Lu Mingfei said, “I live with my uncle and aunt, so I won’t let you sit up there. It’s awkward.”

"fine."

The street lights suddenly came on. It was an ordinary street with ordinary lights.

"I'll go home first." Lu Mingfei's stomach growled, "You should go home early too."

"Ah."

"You're a nice guy."

"Thank you for the compliment."

"It's just a little weird."

“That’s a compliment.”

They separated at the newsstand, one walked towards the community, and the other hailed a taxi.

What follows is personal time that is not related to the mission. It is free, but also lonely.

Han Qiu was immersed in the so-called golden finger the whole day, forgetting that he was in a world where he had no relatives.

This is not a game, everything is real.

"Do you know what Blood Sorrow is?" Mr. Han appeared again. "Anyone with dragon blood will experience Blood Sorrow without exception. It is an innate feeling of loneliness."

"You should have felt the heavy blood sorrow on Chu Zihang and Lu Mingfei."