Rebirth 08: Equipment God

Chapter 81 Lu Zetao

In the next few days, Yu Xiaoli found that Zhai Da was a little different.

Work harder.

It’s not that he didn’t work hard before, but he took it a step further.

She got up an hour earlier than usual in the morning and held a notebook with her while eating. One day she got up at around 2 a.m. and there was still light in Zhai Da's room, but she didn't know if it was just one person or two people.

However, she did not discipline Zhai Da, but quietly increased the nutrition of his daily meals, with chicken, duck, fish and meat taking turns, and there were always fresh fruits on the table.

Her mentality is a bit like that of programmers in later generations.

If a program runs for unknown reasons, you'd better not tamper with it.

Zhai Da's progress is the result of his own efforts, and at most Lu Wei's efforts. As a mother, she'd better not make things worse.

It’s just that every day when I go to work at the factory, I smile like Maitreya Buddha.

On the way to school, Zhai Da was playing with an ordinary coin in one hand.

This is his only time to relax and have some fun.

The coin flipped and moved quickly between the fingers on the back of the hand, as if it had life.

Left to right, right to left.

The people who were going to school on the same route as me stared in amazement.

Seeing a boy who looked like a junior student next to him staring at him, Zhai Da smiled at him.

With a snap of his wrists, the coin flew up, and when it fell, he caught it in his hand.

He stretched out two hands: "In which hand?"

The junior student pointed to his right hand hesitantly, as he had just seen it being grabbed with his own eyes.

Zhai Da opened his right hand, but nothing.

I opened my left hand, but there was nothing either.

The junior student was stunned.

Zhai Da asked him to hold it in his hands.

Then show your clean hands again, put your palms together and rub them continuously.

Coins fell one by one like rain.

The junior was stunned.

I started clapping subconsciously.
Because his hands were full of coins, he could only slap his wrists. For some reason, with that fat face, he actually looked a bit like General Wei Yan.

He didn't know why, but it seemed as if someone whispered in his ear: There should be applause here!
Several other students who had just stopped by also began to applaud.

Amidst the applause, Zhai Da collected all the coins, threw them up like a long dragon, then grabbed them in mid-air and turned away.

When he opened his hand again, there was only one left in the palm, which continued to rotate and move on the fist.

I can't help but sigh that the [suit effect] is good..
Although "dexterous hands" is a difficult effect to quantify, from my own experience.
Quite energetic!

Even the difference in flexibility between his left and right hands has been eliminated, and now both of his hands are "dominant".

Accurate, flexible and fast.

To be honest, his handwriting looks better than before because his ability to control his hands has become stronger.

All the bonuses brought by [Magic Gift Set] are not as important as this one.

You know, the most important organs of human beings are the brain and hands, which are the greatest reliance of human beings to stand at the top of nature.

The benefit he gained was not just that he could perform magic better. In comparison, the other two set effects, "Mr. Fantastic" (magic props will not become ineffective and will not be exposed) and "Center of the Stage" (easier to get applause), basically only worked on the magic show itself, and were not important.
This reminded Zhai Da not to underestimate the "suite" just because it was a niche "category". Maybe there would be a surprise? !

For example, maybe there is a [Manga Boy] set, which can give a comic book volume?
Or maybe there is a [Beast Tamer] suit, where humans are also beasts?
Isn't this very reasonable?

With a beautiful yearning for the "suit", Zhai Da came to the overpass that he passed by every day on the way to school. He subconsciously looked at the side of the road, but did not see the familiar Mercedes-Benz S350. Lu Siwen would wait for him very frequently.

But when I walked onto the overpass, I saw Lu Siwen and a man leaning on the edge of the railing. Lu Siwen and he were very close and seemed to be in a close relationship.

"Student Zhai! Good morning!"

Zhai Da looked at the other person curiously.

The man pushed up his glasses and extended a hand.

"Hello, Mr. Zhai. I am Lu Zetao, Lu Siwen's father."

Zhai Da was a little surprised and thought to himself, I didn’t do anything to your daughter, are you blocking me on the way to school?
I just used Lu Siwen's pen.
Lu Zetao smiled and said, "Don't be nervous. I'm just sending Siwen to school."

Although this man looks to be in his forties, his figure, clothing and height do not look old at all. Looking at his back just now, I would have thought he was in his early twenties.

Moreover, he has a very handsome face, even a bit like "Lu Yi". Time has left traces on him but has not destroyed his excellent foundation, and he has not even gained weight.

When he was young, he could definitely cheat on girls. Zhai Da couldn't help but think of
It seems that the reason why Lu Siwen is so beautiful is mostly due to her father's genes. Although Qian Yarong is also good, she is much worse than Lu Zetao.

Of course, in addition to being handsome, he is a little greasy, not the kind of middle-aged greasyness, but the remnant of the "handsome guys" of the last era.

A kind of deliberate "gentleness".

"She always told me that this overpass could give people inspiration, so we climbed up to take a look together."

"Looking for inspiration?"

Lu Zetao smiled and pointed at himself: "Because uncle is also a writer."

Although he added the word "temporarily", Lu Zetao's eyes were full of pride and seriousness, as if he expected Zhai Da to be surprised!
Zhai Da: ? ?

Turning to look at Lu Siwen, this girl had never mentioned this before, even when she was sharing her writing experience.

But in fact, the situation may not be what Zhai Da thought.
Lu Zetao is generally considered a "writer". He is a member of the Writers Association and plays an important role in the provincial writers association. He has published many physical books.
But in a narrow sense, it is all self-published.
What's the level? It's probably at a level that even Lu Siwen is embarrassed to praise.

But they are rich, even if they are just generous occasionally, the provincial writers' association, which is a low-income government, can still smile, so it is naturally very important.
Of course, part of the reason is that Lu Siwen’s grandfather also had some experience in the writer circle.

However, Lu Zetao really likes writing and calls himself a writer.

He probably has some cognitive impairment, just like some people may appear to be black men, but actually identify as white women but are homosexual and racist.

On the surface, Lu Zetao is a boss with a successful career and a harmonious family, but in fact he considers himself a "writer" but his works cannot be understood by the world.

However, before reading Lu Zetao's masterpiece, Zhai Da had no idea about this person and just maintained basic etiquette towards his classmates' parents.

He always felt that meeting Lu Zetao today was intentional on Lu Siwen's part, but he couldn't figure out why.

Until I heard Lu Zetao say:
"I also saw your book Streetlights and Wine when I was browsing blogs. It was very well written. Later, Siwen let it slip that it was written by her classmate."

Zhai Da said politely: "I just wrote it casually."

I thought to myself, what next? Please be quick, I still have to study!

Lu Zetao looked at Lu Siwen lovingly:

"I heard from Siwen that you are writing a novel? She said that she couldn't show it to others without your permission, so I will wait here today to see if I can get your consent. Uncle is very curious."

"If it's suitable, maybe I can recommend it to some editors of publishing houses I'm familiar with."

　I won’t ask for monthly tickets today, as they will be doubled at the end of the month.

　　I know everyone will leave it for me. After all, holding hands is an agreement.

　　Pull~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)