I have ten trillion licking dog gold

"Brother, are we having small dishes again?"

Wu Sheng quickly tossed his backpack into the back seat, closed the car door, and got into the passenger seat. He wasn't surprised to see Brother Chen picking him up and casually asked, "Did you have another fight with Sister Shu Rui?"

Have to admit.

This kid has an unusually sharp insight.

"Why bother with small bowls of vegetables? Go home and eat instant noodles."

Jiang Chen started the car and drove away from the street lined with luxury cars.

"Brother, how about I treat you to a meal at our cafeteria? Our cafeteria has a very good spread, much better than the small bowls of food we had last time."

The Martial Saint was generous and seemed to be in a good mood, after all, he had another month off.

Jiang Chen ignored him and asked, "What kind of food do you want? Braised beef or pickled cabbage?"

have to.

They must have had another fight.

But why do I always have to drag myself into this mess?

"Brother, it's not because of that pretty girl, is it?"

The Martial Saint whispered, "Has she left?"

He was rushing to school in the morning and didn't have time to greet people.

"gone."

"Leaving so soon?"

The Martial Saint looked slightly disappointed, then whispered, "Brother, can you tell me now? What does that beauty do? She's quite skilled; she managed to hold out against Sister Duanmu for so long. She's definitely not an unknown person."

"Don't you know her name?"

"I know, Sakura."

Have you watched Naruto?

“Yes.”

The Martial Saint nodded subconsciously, then suddenly seemed to realize something, "You know what, she does look quite like Sakura from Naruto."

The Martial Saint got back to the point, "Brother, you still need to answer my question."

"Didn't I already answer you?"

The Martial Saint was stunned, completely bewildered. After a while, he laughed, "Brother, you're not saying she's a ninja, are you?"

"Hmm. He has the potential to become the youngest Jonin in Japan."

Jiang Chen drove calmly.

The Martial Saint was distracted.

Wait a minute.

First came the Sunflower Manual.

Then ninjas appeared.

Has the era of cultivation begun?
"Brother, your Sunflower Manual isn't real, is it?"

"you want?"

The Martial Saint hesitated, but finally nodded. "If you don't mind, let me take a look."

Miscalculated.

It shouldn't have been given to Luo Peng.

It should be given to this kid.

Let Lan Peizhi understand the meaning of cause and effect.

"Too late, it's already been given away."

The Martial Saint was shocked once again.

Giving away the Sunflower Manual?

"Who did you give it to?"

"Your brother Luo Peng."

Although they weren't exactly close, they definitely knew each other, Wu Sheng grinned mischievously.

"Brother, you're such a loyal friend."

"You didn't bring your phone, did you?"

Jiang Chen asked abruptly, then resorted to the same old trick.

But the Martial Saint had learned his lesson and wouldn't fall for it again. "No! You can search my bag if you don't believe me."

Do unto others, do not impose on others.

Jiang Chen, who also came from a student background, would definitely not do such a thing.

Being the adult you need when you're a child is a shortcut to becoming a qualified guardian.

Sakura's visit cleared up all the doubts. Perhaps her relationship with that prince was not very close, but given the princess's nature, she must have been saddened to some extent by his tragic death by gunshot.

of course.

These stories are definitely not something I can share with this kid.

Where did this scarf come from?

Jiang Chen then noticed that Wu Sheng was wearing a warm yellow scarf around his neck. The scarf was rather rough, with some loose threads, but it had a cozy feel to it.

Wearing a scarf to keep warm in this season is nothing to be surprised about, but given this kid's personality, he probably wouldn't like this kind of outfit.

Yes. Clothing style and personality are closely related.

Some people like bright and colorful things, such as bright red and purple, but others resist, oppose, or even hate them.

The same applies to wearing a scarf.

Anyway, Boss Jiang never wore one, even in freezing weather, just like how people don't carry umbrellas even in torrential rain.

"It was a gift from someone, who said it was hand-knitted. Brother, you know I'm easily embarrassed, so I could only give a perfunctory response."

As he spoke, the Martial Saint took off his scarf; he must have forgotten about it earlier.

Jiang Chen automatically ignored the second half of his sentence, "A girl gave it to you?"

"if not?"

The Martial Saint looked at him strangely and immediately declared, "Brother, although I am from Sichuan, I have no bad habits."

Jiang Chen, who hadn't expected this at all, couldn't help but chuckle.

Almost forgot.

This kid is from Chengdu.

"She's quite charming."

Since the girl offered it to him willingly, Jiang Chen certainly couldn't find fault with it.

The Martial Saint smiled modestly, "No, it's not. It's my birthday soon, so consider it a birthday present."

Is it your birthday?

Jiang Chen glanced over unexpectedly.

The Martial Saint wasn't upset at all; he would have been surprised if the other party had remembered his birthday.

"Yes, she's already fifteen. Alas, time flies by so quickly, the cherries have ripened and the plantains have turned green."

Jiang Chen wanted to laugh, but couldn't. There was nothing wrong with people reciting poems and composing couplets, right?

"Therefore, you should cherish the present moment. Every minute and second you waste now is a time you can never get back in the future."

The Martial Saint sighed with deep feeling and continued, "My mother called me yesterday and wanted to transfer money to me, but how could I accept it? A son's birthday is a mother's day of misfortune."

Although this kid yells at his father and calls him by his first name, it doesn't mean he lacks patience.

It seems that sons are closer to their mothers.

However, that's not entirely true.

Lan Peizhi is a daughter, but she doesn't seem to be very close to her father.

"Isn't it a holiday? You can go back and visit."

“I only have four days off a month, and the whole trip would be spent on the road. It would be more appropriate to have my mom come over,” Wu Sheng said subconsciously.

"It's not impossible."

The Martial Saint was stunned. "Brother, is it really possible?"

"Your parents probably haven't been to the East China Sea before."

"My mother has never even left the village."

The Martial Saint's voice became low and deep.

"Try not to leave yourself with regrets while there is still time."

Jiang Chen said softly.

The Martial Saint looked at the man driving the car. "But how should I tell my sister?"

"You are you, and she is she."

That makes sense, but...

"Brother, I'm still a student, I don't have any money."

Jiang Chen almost lost his composure, but could it be said that there was no reason behind it?
"I'll go out."

Mr. Jiang's words were concise and to the point.

The Martial Saint was tempted, but still hesitated. "Brother, is this inappropriate?"

I thought he was referring to asking Jiang Chen to pay, but he said, "What if my mom finds out about Sister Shurui..."

That kid really thought things through.

Jiang Chen hadn't expected that his composed demeanor would crumble. He coughed lightly and continued driving calmly.

Why should your mother know?

"Makes sense!"

They're birds of a feather!

The Martial Saint no longer hesitated, "Then I'll give it a try."

Jiang Chen drove quietly.

"Brother, we've gone the wrong way."

The martial arts master alerted the person who was going in the wrong direction.

"eat first."

"Aren't we eating instant noodles?"

"Why eat instant noodles? Let's go eat seafood."

Every filial son deserves to be rewarded. (End of Chapter)