Dragon Clan: Started by being picked up by Xia Mi, and then defeated the strong

Chapter 602 Extra Chapter: The Dragon King in the Mortal Realm #6
Across from Shilan Middle School, there's a hole-in-the-wall restaurant where Xia Mo and Xia Mi sometimes grab lunch when they don't want to cook at home.

She ate it often and loved it. More than a decade later, Xia Mo was surprised to find that it was still there.

Mingming Shilan Middle School moved to a new address, resulting in the establishment of the Old Shilan Middle School and the New Shilan Middle School.

"Boss lady, a bowl of meat sauce noodles, with a braised egg and fried tofu, please," Xia Mo said as she sat down.

"okay!"

“Boss lady, I’m the same as her, but with a small bowl,” Zhou Qingqing said.

"Alright!"

After Zhou Qingqing finished ordering the noodles, she joked with Xia Mo.

"You promised to be a good host, wasn't it? You were supposed to treat us to a big meal."

"You've eaten your fair share of delicacies, and the five-star Michelin restaurants in any city are pretty much the same," Xia Mo said dismissively. "Since we're going to show hospitality, we should naturally look for some local delicacies that only the locals know about."

Zhou Qingqing smiled and said nothing more.

Soon, the proprietress came over with two bowls of noodles on a tray. Xia Mo got up to help take them. The proprietress looked at Xia Mo carefully and couldn't help but say something.

"Girl, you look familiar. You look like a student who used to come here often to eat noodles."

Xia Mo noticed the proprietress's gray hair and asked, "Proprietress, is there a girl with chestnut hair with you?"

"Yes, could it be?"

"It's us, we're back again."

The proprietress was delighted to hear this and said she would give Xia Mo and Zhou Qingqing a free meal.

“That won’t do,” Xia Mo stopped her. “We didn’t come back just to eat and drink for free.”

The proprietress smiled broadly, "It's been over ten years, we're old friends. The cost of the noodles wasn't much anyway, so it's no trouble to waive it."

"…Oh well."

"Speaking of which, did you pass the exam and go abroad?"

"Yes, I went abroad to study, and after graduating, I returned to China and found a job in Beijing. Look, this is my boss, we're on a business trip together," Xia Mo said with a smile.

Zhou Qingqing just wanted to eat her noodles in peace. When she was mentioned, she nodded slightly to the proprietress, which was a bit aloof and consistent with her public persona.

"What a beautiful young lady," the proprietress exclaimed. She then asked Xia Mo, "How come you haven't changed at all over the years, girl?"

"You've taken good care of yourself."

The proprietress nodded. People like her, who run a food shop, get up early and go home late every day. They are so tired that they don't have time to care about skincare or anything like that.

However, the proprietress, like other middle-aged women, became curious about Xia Mo's marriage and whether she had children.

"People are getting married later these days, and I don't have any plans to get married for the time being," Xia Mo said.

At this moment, Zhou Qingqing interjected, "Boss lady, Amo is my best friend. We made a promise that if I don't get married, she won't get married either."

Xia Mo looked at Zhou Qingqing, tilting her head as if to ask, "Did we make such an agreement?"

Zhou Qingqing remained calm and composed.

The landlady's gaze drifted between Xia Mo and Zhou Qingqing. As an outsider, she couldn't pry into certain matters. She had previously heard that some girls in big cities shared apartments and looked after each other.

"Haha... It's better to get married sooner rather than later. Once you have a child, your mission will be accomplished," the proprietress said before going off to get busy.

"Don't say things that don't exist," Xia Mo said to Zhou Qingqing as she sat down again.

Zhou Qingqing pretended not to hear and lowered her head to eat her noodles.

Finally, Xia Mo secretly scanned the QR code to pay for the noodles. She and Zhou Qingqing then went to visit the old Shilan Middle School across the street. The sycamore trees in front of the school were still lush. It was the May Day holiday, and the students were on vacation. The old man at the security booth was on duty, looking down at his phone.

Xia Mo stepped forward and asked if she could go inside for a visit. She was an alumna. An alumna?

Alumni are no good; alumni are just idle people in society.

However, Xia Mo was very famous in Shilan Middle School. Even though Shilan Middle School had produced countless outstanding talents over the past ten years, none of them could compare to Chu Zihang, who was ranked first on the list of those who should be punished, and Xia Mo, who was ranked first on the list of those who should be punished.

The security guard didn't give Xia Mo any trouble. Xia Mo bought him a pack of Liqun cigarettes, and then he let her pass.

Zhou Qingqing was very interested in the places where Xia Mo had studied. She followed Xia Mo to visit the middle school and listened to her tell stories from more than ten years ago.

"Time flies like an arrow, and years pass like flowing water." Zhou Qingqing sighed, her hand stroking the statue of Confucius. "I never imagined that you 90s kids would have such exciting past experiences."

Xia Mo was unhappy to hear this and pouted at Zhou Qingqing, "The post-00s generation is amazing. There are already post-20s now. Soon your situation will be the same as ours."

Zhou Qingqing shrugged.

On the first day of May Day, Xia Mo took Zhou Qingqing to see a movie. Popular tourist attractions are crowded, and going there at this time is like being in a dumpling pot; it's better to watch a popcorn movie.

This time, Xia Mo chose a top-notch movie. Although Zhou Qingqing has her quirks, she also knows how to appreciate good and bad. Bad movies may hit Zhou Qingqing's strange funny bone, but masterpieces evoke emotions that are mostly universal.

“Next time we go to the movies, let’s make this one our go-to choice,” Xia Mo said to Zhou Qingqing, who was still reminiscing about the movie, as they left the theater. “It’s not worth going to the theater to watch a bad movie; we can just watch it on our laptops at home.”

“Okay.” Zhou Qingqing nodded. The reason she agreed was that she wanted to watch a movie with Xia Mo again, eat popcorn from the same bucket, and ideally drink from the same bottle of cola. Of course, that was unrealistic and also a bit perverted.

A movie usually lasts about two and a half hours. By the time the movie ends and I leave the mall, it's already dinnertime. Summer nights come late, but dusk arrives early, with a soft, crimson cloud on the horizon.

After a leisurely day, Xia Mo and Zhou Qingqing returned to the hotel to shower and play on their phones for a while before going to sleep.

"How are you feeling today?" Xia Mo asked with a smile as she lay on Zhou Qingqing's large bed.

"The arrangements were so-so," Zhou Qingqing said casually as she bent over to apply blue nail polish.

"Then I really failed in my duty as a host."

"If the full score is ten, I would give it ten," Zhou Qingqing said.

"Smuggling in personal agendas?"

"Yes, it's about smuggling in personal agendas."

If it weren't for Xia Mo, Zhou Qingqing would never have gone shopping, eaten noodles, or watched a movie with anyone.

Because it's you, you'll always be perfect in my heart.

Xia Mo remained silent, rolled over, and landed right at Zhou Qingqing's feet. Zhou Qingqing reached out and asked in a low voice.

"Does it look good?"

Zhou Qingqing's feet were delicate and tender, with an elegant arch and not a single bit of dead skin on the soles. They felt smooth as jade to the touch, and her ten slender white toes were slightly curled. The blue nail polish made the girl's jade feet look very sexy.

Humans are strange creatures. Even with a little paint, a pair of clean white feet can look incredibly bare.

"It looks good," Xia Mo said.

"Would you like me to apply some nail polish for you too? You never seem to get manicures or anything like that."

"In the way."

"...My foot shouldn't be in any trouble, right?"

"Actually, it's in the way, and I'm ticklish."

Zhou Qingqing shook her head regretfully at this.

"Get some rest, we have to work overtime tomorrow," Xia Mo said. "Goodnight."

"OK, good night."

(End of this chapter)