I have ten trillion licking dog gold

"Thank you, Sister Shurui."

When Jiang Chen came downstairs, he was surprised to find that Li Shurui was still at home, and that Wu Sheng kid was holding an unopened box of laptops, smiling sweetly.

Ok.

alien.

It's the most fashionable gaming laptop, a dream for many boys. When Mr. Jiang was in college, he also liked it. If his equipment back then had been an Alienware instead of an old-fashioned machine with an i3 processor, he wouldn't have lost so badly in the LOL dormitory competition.

Unfortunately, he didn't have a good older sister like Li Shurui back then.

of course.

The fundamental reason for the dismal performance cannot be blamed on the machine; it's simply that Luo Peng was too incompetent.

E-sports, food is the original sin.

It could be even more serious.

The dish was unaware of its own limitations.

If your skills aren't up to par, you could just play a tanky top laner and get by. But Luo Gongzi insists on doing the opposite. He wants to coordinate with his mid and jungle, and not only that, he also wants to play Yasuo, which makes this jungle king completely useless. He can only play utility champions like Jarvan IV.

The results are obvious.

Other players' compression skills are like those of a peerless swordsman, gliding through thousands of troops and taking down enemy generals as easily as picking candy from a baby's head. But Luo Peng's compression skills are like those of a nursery school; before he's even finished clearing half of the jungle monsters, the joyous news of "first blood" will be heard.
He kept getting killed in lane, which allowed the enemy jungler to invade his jungle with impunity. Luo Peng didn't feel any remorse at all and kept urging him to gank, saying that if he used EQ on the enemy, his Yasuo would definitely die.

As a result, the young and inexperienced Boss Jiang decisively chose to trust his buddy, abandoning jungle resources to rush to the mid lane. His smooth EQ flash was incredibly cool, but when he looked back at his own team's "kindergarten" (a term for someone who is still struggling in the jungle), he was still sliding around in the minions. When he asked Luo Peng why he didn't follow, Luo Peng confidently replied that he only needed two minions to reach level six.

But how come their mid laner is already level 7?

After pressing the Tab key, Jiang Chen suddenly realized that the daycare center was now a 0-3 program.

Since then, the former jungle king has become disheartened and prefers to go to the bottom lane, playing Ashe with Bai Zheli and Soraka with Bai Zheli. Although it can't change the final outcome, it greatly improves the gaming experience.

Luo Peng used aliens.

Far away.

As people get older, the past seems to flash through their minds unconsciously, much like the floaters in front of the eyes of someone with an eye disease.

"Haven't you gone to work yet?"

Jiang Chen, who didn't get up until after nine o'clock, approached with a friendly smile. Little did he know that Li Shurui, who usually went out early in the morning, coldly snorted and turned away, leaving only the merciless fragrance of her perfume brushing against Jiang Chen's face.

The Martial Saint chuckled to himself.

Mr. Jiang wasn't embarrassed, just a little sentimental.

woman.

Last night when we went to sleep, we didn't sleep in separate rooms or draw any lines between us. On the contrary, I cuddled him while we slept. He thought that once the sun rose, he would forget about yesterday, but he changed his attitude as soon as he got out of bed.

Watching his girlfriend disappear from sight, Jiang Chen withdrew his gaze and turned his head.

The Martial Saint picked up the alien he had just acquired and showed it off, saying, "This is a birthday present from Sister Shurui."

It turned out to be the case.

Jiang Chen suddenly realized.

Women are always more meticulous than men.

"What did your sister Duanmu give you?"

The Taoist nun wasn't there; I don't know if she hadn't gotten up yet or what she was doing.

The Martial Saint tilted his head slightly and glanced at someone, "Brother, don't try to sow discord. I don't care about these things."

"You don't care, huh? Then give it back to me."

The martial arts master immediately stepped back, clutching the notebook tightly in his hands. "This was a gift from Sister Shurui. If I don't accept it, wouldn't I be letting her down?"

Jiang Chen actually wanted to ask his older sister if she knew his birthday, but if he asked that, it would really be sowing discord.

"Brother, I called my mom yesterday. But since Sister Shurui is here, I can't tell you."

The Martial Saint suddenly became serious and said with regret, "My mother... refuses to come."

Some parents use drugs on their children.

Some parents enjoy the glory that their children bring.
Some parents, regardless of the time or circumstances, are unwilling to cause trouble for their children.

Jiang Chen remained calm and composed, simply saying, "Go change your clothes."

"what?"

"Didn't you have a suit when you went to Japan for a funeral last time? Go and change into it."

The Martial Saint, puzzled, looked curious and took a step closer, tentatively asking, "Brother, is there another funeral?"

Jiang Chen raised his hand with lightning speed, and before the Martial Saint could react, he received a sharp rap on the forehead.

"Hurry up. Your parents are almost here."

"what???"

The Martial Saint was stunned.

"If you want your parents to wait for you, then keep dawdling."

The Martial Saint didn't dare delay and immediately grabbed his birthday present and ran upstairs, not even bothering to ask what had happened.

Watching the boy excitedly tumbling and crawling around, Jiang Chen smiled, then walked towards the kitchen, intending to find something to eat to fill his stomach. He eventually took out a bag of bread and milk.

"Brother, let's go!"

The Martial Saint was incredibly fast. Jiang Chen hadn't even finished his simple breakfast when he changed his clothes and ran down the street.

At fifteen, he could be a father in ancient times. This kid was also quite well-developed, over 1.7 meters tall, not much shorter than Boss Jiang. Wearing a well-fitting black outfit, he had a certain imposing masculine air about him.

Jiang Chen finished his milk, wiped his mouth, and stood up.

"Mr. Jiang."

The driver, wearing gloves, bowed.

Looking at the luxury car behind the driver and the golden emoji logo gleaming in the sunlight, Wu Sheng couldn't help but say, "Brother, isn't this a bit too high-profile? My parents haven't seen much of the world."

After arriving in Donghai, he realized just how ridiculously low-key the man his sister had brought to his door was.

When they first met in the village, he thought the other person was a kept man.

But today.

Why are they all getting Rolls-Royces?

And they even had a driver?
Having been in Donghai for so long, he had never seen Jiang Chen act so "pretentious" before.

"This car is spacious."

Jiang Chen, who doesn't care about pomp and circumstance at all, gave an impeccable explanation. The driver opened the car door, and just as the two brothers were about to get in, Duanmu Liuli ran back.

She wore a white and blue tracksuit, looking fresh and clean. She even tied her hair in a ponytail, probably for convenience.

Jiang Chen was momentarily distracted, then focused his energy on his dantian.

"Martial Saint and I are going out for a while and will probably be back later. You can take care of your own dinner and don't worry about us."

After saying that, Jiang Chen got into the car. He was in a hurry and definitely couldn't keep Lan's parents waiting.

Goodbye, Sister Duanmu!

Overwhelmed with the joy of seeing his parents, or more likely his mother, Wu Sheng didn't have time to say much and quickly got into the car.

The long-wheelbase Phantom is indeed quite spacious when starting.

The Taoist nun, left alone, walked silently into the house, untied the rubber band binding her hair, and let her long, dark hair cascade down. Then, without a word, she went upstairs to take a bath.

Ok,
It wasn't that she wasn't speaking; the key was that the huge mansion was completely empty, and no one was speaking. No.

The Phantom is so spacious, won't it have room for her?

All he said was "SB".

The malice wasn't great.

Is it really necessary to hold a grudge like this?
"Brother, how did you do that?"

Inside the car, which 99% of people will never see in their lifetime, Wu Sheng was still immersed in immense surprise and could hardly contain himself.

"Talk is cheap, so let's show them what we're capable of. Send someone to pick them up, and they'll come, won't they?"

The Martial Saint was shocked. "Brother, you sent someone to pick her up? How did you know I couldn't persuade my mother?"

"If I didn't even have this much ability, wouldn't you be at a disadvantage calling me 'brother'?"

The Martial Saint chuckled awkwardly, "Brother, you still have the most face."

He was very happy.

I'm really happy.

This is absolutely the best birthday gift he could ever receive, better than any material gift.

"Brother, from now on, you are my brother. I will do whatever you ask me to do."

The Martial Saint's expression was resolute, as if he were willing to go through fire and water.

What kind of personality does this kid have?

The fact that he could boss his own father around so blatantly shows how unconventional and rebellious he was.

Why was Jiang Chen able to make him so obedient, even thinking of things he hadn't considered and worrying about things he hadn't worried about before?

That's all about sincerity for sincerity.

"Be polite to your dad this time."

Inviting Lan's parents to the East Sea was certainly not a tactic to win people's hearts; it was simply a way for someone who understands the pain of wanting to care for their parents but finding them gone to waste, to reduce the sense of regret in this world where everything is predestined.

It is said that even an upright official finds it difficult to settle family disputes, and every family has its own troubles. But at this moment, the Martial Saint did not argue, and simply hummed in agreement.

"Brother, are you sure you don't need to tell my sister? If she finds out, she might explode."

Martial Saint still couldn't suppress his unease. "Telling her in advance would probably be better. It's easy to keep it from Sister Shurui, but keeping it from my sister..."

"Your parents are about to get off the plane. Do you think it's too late to tell her now?"

The Martial Saint was speechless.

Jiang Chen turned his head and looked at the Martial Saint who had just sworn to give his life for him. "You're all grown up now. I believe your sister won't kill you."

"..."

The Martial Saint's forehead creased with annoyance, and he belatedly realized, "Brother, you don't want me to take the blame, do you? My little body can't handle it!"

Jiang Chen raised his hand and patted his shoulder.

"At worst, I'll go to your brother Peng and get the Sunflower Manual back."

The Martial Saint felt a chill and shuddered. "Then I'd rather be beaten to death by my sister."

“Your sister definitely won’t kill you. At most, she’ll leave you with missing limbs or some organs. Perfect, I can still go ask your brother Peng for the Sunflower Manual.”

A Rolls-Royce Phantom, carrying laughter and joy, drove out of Chunqiu Huafu.

airport.

Wu Guangjiang, who was flying for the first time, quietly breathed a sigh of relief after landing, but remained calm and composed on the surface, showing no sign of fear.

Many people find airplanes a difficult mode of transportation to accept, especially older people who have never flown before, as they experience significant physical and psychological stress.

But taking the train takes too long, more than ten hours.

"I told you, it's very convenient, you can get there in no time, just take a nap."

Even though his palms were sweating when the plane landed, Wu Guangjiang was determined to maintain his authority as a man in front of his wife.

"It's quite scary. If something happens, there's no way to run away."

Lan's mother was dressed very simply, even though she had chosen the best clothes in the house. Having never left the village in her life, she suddenly came to an international metropolis like Donghai. Although she was not timid or hesitant, the air of a rural woman was very clear about her.

However, it's not a big deal.

For Donghai, outsiders are all considered country bumpkins.

Moreover, ordinary people's lives don't have that many spectators.

"Look at your ignorance. Planes can crash? It's the safest mode of transportation in the world, much more reliable than cars and trains. You'd better shut up and not embarrass your son."

Lan's mother remained silent; she had lived her whole life and was used to it.

They definitely didn't know how to buy tickets or board the plane. If they were left here, they wouldn't know where to go. But it didn't matter. The couple didn't have to worry about anything. From their doorstep to now, they had someone accompany them the whole way, and they didn't even have to carry their own luggage.

"Xiao Jiang is a pretty good kid. He's sensible and considerate."

Looking at the two young men who had been helping carry the luggage all the way without complaint, Lan's father, Wu Guangjiang, praised the person remotely controlling him from behind.

"I was worried he might be impetuous since he's so young, but it seems I was overthinking it. Honghong has good taste..."

Red.

Lan Peizhi's real name.

As parents, they certainly wouldn't refer to someone by their stage name when they're out in the world.

"I wonder if Honghong knows. If she doesn't, will she be angry?" Lan's mother was also a little worried.

"They're angry, but they're not angry at us. It has nothing to do with us."

It's clear that he's extremely chauvinistic in front of his wife, but when it comes to his daughter, even when she's not around, he's quite wary.

“Xiao Jiang invited us here. If we hadn’t come, he would have sent people to our door to drag us here. What could we do? Even if Hong Hong had any complaints, she could only hold him accountable.”

Wu Guangjiang's clothes were quite nice, with a leather overcoat, brand-new black leather shoes, and hair wax on his head. He must have taken good care of himself before setting off. However, one's temperament cannot be disguised. Despite wearing genuine high-end clothes, he still gave off a poor and shabby feeling. It was contradictory, yet very obvious.

"How can you put all the blame on Xiao Jiang? Xiao Jiang kindly invited you to see your son, and you didn't even get any credit in return?"

Wu Guangjiang, realizing he was in the wrong, feigned a smile and said, "Didn't I just praise him? Don't overthink it. Since he invited us, it means he must have discussed it with Honghong. Don't worry about it. This is Donghai, the richest place in our land. You should really broaden your horizons this time."

As he spoke, Wu Guangjiang picked up his phone and snapped a series of photos of his surroundings. Then he raised the phone so the camera was pointed at him for a close-up shot, and he didn't forget to make a peace sign.

The body may grow old but the heart remains young.

There's a reason why the Martial Saint has this personality.

Lan Peizhi doesn't look like anyone in particular, but he does resemble his father quite a bit.

After walking out of the airport with the two young men, Wu Guangjiang finally put down his latest iPhone with satisfaction.

"Alright, just tell me the address, we'll take a taxi there."

"Mr. Jiang has come to pick you up."

"mom!"

Before Wu Guangjiang could react, he heard a powerful shout.

He subconsciously turned his head to look.

The son, dressed in a suit and tie, eagerly stepped out of a car, looking even more mature than his father. The dazzling Spirit of Ecstasy emblem on the hood made him forget to respond to his son. He immediately whispered to his wife, who was leaving the village for the first time, "See that? A Rolls-Royce. It starts at several hundred thousand."

Kolan's mother didn't care about any of that; her eyes were only on her son, who was walking briskly towards her, almost running. A smile, purer than the sky above, shone on her face, which had never used any skincare products. (End of Chapter)