After Lu MingZhe had gone home, he saw his goofy uncle sitting there with crossed legs and his cellphone in hand. He was shaking his legs up and down as he muttered to himself, “Why isn’t it time yet…”
His uncle had truly gone mad lately. All he did was watch a streamer on his phone everyday…
And, it seemed he had also dropped a lot of money as well!
Spotting Lu MingZhe, Lu Xun quickly put down his cellphone and said, “Hey, Zhe, you are home.”
“Mm.”
Still his signature expressionless face.
Lu Xun’s brows throbbed.
He really didn’t like looking at his nephew’s expressionless face; alas, they lived under the same roof…
“Then… what are we having for dinner tonight?”
Truth be told, Lu Xun quite wanted to try the few dishes that the woman had streamed on her channel.
He heard that she had her own restaurant and business was quite good as well. He should go and try it out sometimes.
Lu MingZhe, who was just about to walk upstairs, thought for a second before saying to him, “Tapioca.”
And added after two seconds, “Mango flavored.”
Lu Xun, “……”
You only want tapioca for dinner?
Are you cultivating or something?
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A few days later.
Meng Yuran told chauffeur, Old Wang, where to drop him off and pick him up when he was headed toward a bookstore.
As soon as he walked through a small alley, he heard the sound of a few people talking.
He has yet to realize how interesting fate was at this point in time.
He saw a pretty-looking boy, No. 5 from the other basketball team the other day, surrounded by three hoodlums. Their hair had been dyed yellow.
A sign of impatience flashed over Lu MingZhe’s face.
These few fools were from the school next door. They have probably seen him dropped off and picked up by a fancy car every day and targeted him…
Most of the students at No.1 High School were good kids with good grades. As far as their body built were concerned, most of them were no match for the hoodlums who were used to gang fighting in their neighboring school.
He had heard of others from their school being targeted by these hoodlums from the neighboring school. They would take away their money and cellphones, etc.
He had never paid it too much attention when he had heard those stories; he never expected that he’d run into that situation himself.
“You are Lu MingZhe, right? We’ve heard that you are rich.”
This was Yellow Hair No. 1.
Yellow Hair No. 2 said, “We could use some money right now. Better just hand it over if you know what’s good for you.”
Yellow Hair No. 3 didn’t say anything, but he had a little knife in his hand and a proud look on his face.
Lu MingZhe scanned over the three of them and didn’t make a sound.
Then, he spotted the look from the pretty boy that wasn’t standing too far behind them.
Hands in his pants’ pockets, Meng Yuran frowned slightly.
These people have such bad self-awareness….
Didn’t they know that they were blocking the path for others?
Clearly, he had no intention to help out.
Yellow Hair No. 1, No. 2, and No. 3 noticed how Lu MingZhe was looking behind them and all of them turned and looked…
The three pairs of eyes looked over at Meng Yuran simultaneously.
Meng Yuran, “……”
All three of the Yellow Hairs were basically just students. They had never entered society before, and the most they have ever done was threaten the wealthier students and get a few hundred bucks here and there.
But when they were caught red-handed, they couldn’t help but felt a bit guilty.
Plus, both of them were so handsome, they must know each other! (What a touching logic!)
“Hey, you! What are you looking at?”
Yellow Hair No. 1 put up a forceful front and shouted at Meng Yuran.
He refused to show any signs of weakness. Plus, there were three of them and two on the opposite side.
Meng Yuran was somewhat displeased.
Yellow Hair No. 3’s hand, the one holding the knife, trembled from his cold look.
Just when Yellow Hair No.1, No. 2, and No.3 were fretting inside and worried that Meng Yuran would come over and help out Lu MingZhe, Meng Yuran had already turned and walked away…
That was a clean move alright.
Yellow Hair No.1, No. 2, and No.3, “……”
Lu MingZhe let out a sigh.
Are you robbers for real?
The one you were robbing was standing right here, and all three of you just worried about staring at Meng Yuran’s back as he walked away?
Meng Yuran, who had already walked out of the alley, didn’t care about the few left back there, nor did he care whether that No. 5 was beaten up.
But…
He wondered if he walked too slowly. He had just walked out of that long alley when he heard footsteps behind him.
He turned around and there was Lu MingZhe.
Just like the previous time, he had on a name brand tee and sneakers.
His face and clothes were spotless…
His hair, though, was a little bit messy.
Lu MingZhe casted him a cold look.
The two of them stood there facing each other, both of them radiating cold air.