Know Yourself in the Dragon World

A ray of early morning light penetrates into this simple house.

If Han Qiu was awakened by this beam of light, he would definitely scold Lu Mingfei for not closing the curtains before going to bed.

The room was in a mess and Chu Zihang was lying flat on the bed.

Han Qiu and Lu Mingfei lay in the corner, without even an extra quilt, and their clothes were soaked from last night.

Han Qiu could only contribute his winter coats to use as quilts.

As he was covering it, it was kicked all over the place by the two men.

Fast food containers filled the trash can.

When Chu Zihang opened his eyes, he was stunned when he saw this strange scene.

There was some blood on the pillow, some damage to the internal organs, and blood was flowing out of the mouth. It was inevitable.

He gently placed Han Qiu and Lu Mingfei on the bed and covered them with a blanket.

Is this Han Qiu's home? Chu Zihang looked through the calendar on the table.

Last year's calendar had a lot of words written on it, like a memo, in Han Qiu's handwriting.

This house is so small, Chu Zihang thought to himself.

Even his bedroom is larger than this house.

In fact, Chu Zihang has always felt that he and his two juniors share the same suffering. Lu Mingfei's parents are nowhere to be found, and he is fostered by his uncle and aunt. Han Qiu's father died early, and his mother is far away abroad, so he grew up alone.

They are all poor creatures with unhappy families.

Seeing the mess, Chu Zihang tidied up the room and hung up the clothes of the three people in the washing machine.

After doing all this, Lu Mingfei and Han Qiu still didn't wake up.

They were in bed, head to head, sleeping soundly.

Chu Zihang washed his face, looked at the golden pupils in the mirror, and sighed silently.

He was a little hungry, but his contact lenses were in the car and Lu Mingfei and Han Qiu didn't seem to have brought them up.

Going to buy food with a pair of golden pupils can easily cause unnecessary trouble.

There seemed to be a plate of fried rice on the table, but Han Qiu didn't have a pot at home.

With no other options, Chu Zihang could only eat the egg fried rice that Lu Mingfei had bought last night. It was already cold, and the taste and texture were indescribable.

But it's better than going hungry.

"Hmm? Senior Brother, when did you wake up?" Han Qiu rubbed his eyes and sat up, pushing Lu Mingfei away, "Why am I lying on the bed?"

"You were lying on the floor when I woke up." Chu Zihang ate his egg fried rice in small bites, "I helped you onto the bed."

"Oh, thank you, Senior Brother." Han Qiu sat on the bed and looked around. "Why is it so clean? Has Miss Tianluo been here?"

"Snail Girl? Are you talking about the one in the fairy tale?" Chu Zihang frowned slightly.

"Yes, it can't be... Senior Brother, you took care of it, right?" Han Qiu overlapped the image of the Snail Girl with Chu Zihang in front of him, and there was no sense of incongruity.

"Yeah." Chu Zihang finished a whole box of cold egg fried rice.

"Brother, you are such a good family man." Han Qiu did not forget to ask about Chu Zihang's physical condition, pointing to his ribs, "Are you... feeling better?"

"I haven't fully recovered yet, but it's nothing serious."

It’s different when you have a high bloodline. Even if you have two broken ribs, you can act like nothing happened.

"I'm going to go out and buy some breakfast. The egg fried rice doesn't taste very good. Lu Mingfei doesn't know how to buy food." Han Qiu got up and put on his clothes. "Besides, it's cold. How can I eat it?"

"I've finished eating." Chu Zihang said.

"It's okay, I'll go buy some more." Han Qiu looked at Chu Zihang's abdominal muscles. In terms of body shape, he still couldn't compare to his senior brother. "What do you want to eat, senior brother?"

"Porridge and fried dough sticks."

"Brother, do you still like to eat fried dough sticks?"

"I seldom eat, but I suddenly wanted to eat."

"okay."

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"This pickled mustard tuber tastes really good." Lu Mingfei kept picking up the pickled mustard tuber.

It was a very strange scene, three shirtless men eating breakfast around the only table in the room.

The sun had risen completely, slipping in through the only gap between the curtains, dividing the tabletop.

"Brother, you can eat fried dough sticks by soaking them in porridge like this." Han Qiu demonstrated it.

Chu Zihang imitated Han Qiu's appearance, as if he had discovered a new world. It was indeed much more delicious.

"Give me some pickled mustard, give me some pickled mustard." Lu Mingfei reached his chopsticks into Han Qiu's plate of pickled mustard.

"Here, here." Han Qiu held his pickled mustard greens in front of Lu Mingfei with disdain. "Brother, given your family conditions, you probably rarely eat breakfast like this, right?"

"I rarely eat fried dough sticks." Chu Zihang talked about the past, "I only ate it when I was a child, and later it was always the nanny who cooked for me."

"I don't know whether to say envy or sympathy." Han Qiu raised his eyebrows and smiled.

Chu Zihang started to talk more about the past. "I've eaten braised large intestines before, the kind sold in food stalls."

“That tastes good!” Lu Mingfei raised his finger. “I really like it, but it’s very expensive, so I only eat it with my uncle occasionally.”

"We can try it next time." Chu Zihang suggested.

"It's better to go today than to wait for another day. Let's go tonight!" Han Qiu was too lazy to wait for the next time.

There are not so many next times in life. Who knows when the next time will be? Will I meet three people staying in my little nest because of a mission next time?

"I have to tell my uncle that I didn't go home last night." Lu Mingfei chewed pickled mustard tuber.

"Okay." Chu Zihang agreed.

Braised large intestine, that man’s favorite.

Chu Zihang hadn't touched this dish for a long time. In the past few years, he had eaten it by himself, but he never felt the same as before.

I still remember the useless look of that man, sitting in a street stall, drinking braised pork intestines and beer, with one foot resting on an empty chair and scratching his neck from time to time.

This image was described as "indecent" in Chu Zihang's later life.

Later, "Dad" became a great businessman, and his words and actions were all very status-conscious.

"Oh, I remembered something." Han Qiu stood up and took out a file bag from the closet. It was the thing he had worked so hard for this time. "Professor Schneider called me when I went to buy breakfast. He asked us to deliver it to Raymond before 11 noon."

"Are you still asking Raymond to deliver it?" Lu Mingfei was a little confused. "He just lost it once."

"I don't know. Maybe the professors trust him." Han Qiu put the file bag on the table, staring at the red seal of the half-rotten world tree, and said, "Are you curious about what's in it? Such a big fuss is all because of this file."

"The seal of the college has been specially processed. Once opened, it cannot be restored." Chu Zihang reminded: "I have already reported to the headquarters last night. This document has not been opened."

"Then... Senior Brother, aren't you curious?" Han Qiu asked.

"I'm only interested in the guy from last night." Chu Zihang only had his opponent in his eyes.

"Okay, let's set off after we finish eating. Let's send this thing over first." Han Qiu suppressed his curiosity.

What is the complete content of this document?

Damn, OCD is really hard.

Looking up, Han Qiu noticed that Chu Zihang was staring at him.