Vol 3 Chapter 1: Your father's mail

Zhang Yingxuan was the first to arrive, followed by the little girl Qiu Qiongzhu. It was a coincidence that Su Xiang left the child and Lu Zhengkang at the same station. The two of them lived not very far, and took the bus for about four stops.
Lu Zhengkang carried forward his spirit and planned to send Su Xiang to his classmates home first. It is said that children must protect themselves when they go out. Although the crime rate in modern cities is less than one in ten million during the day, it is hard to guarantee accidents. Lu Zhengkang had accumulated 999 points of savvy a month ago and learned modern fighting.
At that time, he thought he would be transmitted through the air or something, such as a large amount of fighting knowledge in his mind, heat flow in his body, pores and and other mysterious and metaphysical operations. As a result, the system pulled him into the training space for 100,000 hours before letting him out. Although his body really became much stronger after this set, his young mind suffered a great blow.
This is the first time he has tried to learn skills with savvy points so far, and then scared him.
Although the process was painful, the result was bright anyway, and Lu Zhengkang did not regret spending so much understanding to suffer. A person always needs a certain amount of force to live, just like preparing a cheat sheet before an exam, it may not be used, but as long as there is, it is at ease.
Don't look at Lu Zhengkang now as a four-year-old kid, but if you really want to fight, it is easy to clean up a dozen abandoned houses or three big geese.
The value of personal force really doesn't matter these days. Lu Zhengkang faces a dangerous situation, as long as he can delay until the mechanical police arrive.
Su Xiangli frowned, "Why do you look around? Mom said, you have to look at the road when you walk."
Lu Zhengkang nodded, "Your mother is right."
This street faintly reminded him of his dreams, when he became an assassin and wandered through the dystopian cyberpunk world, so happy. But thinking about it now, I'm a little bit ashamed.
Su Xiangli reached out to poke Lu Zhengkang's weakness, "Listen to me!"
Lu Zhengkang stayed away quietly a few steps, "Don't always poke people with your fingers, otherwise the fingers will become shorter in the future."
"Huh? Okay, I won't poke, I won't poke anymore."
Su Xiangli’s home is indeed more luxurious than Lu Zhengkang’s home. Lu Zhengkang’s family of three lives in an apartment suite, and Su Xiangli’s family of five lives in a single-family villa.
Lu Zhengkang watched the little girl back home, opened the code door, walked through the small garden in front of the house, stood on the white marble steps, and waved back at him. At this moment, he had the illusion of being near Fuloli.
Lu Zhengkang chuckled lightly and laughed for a while. He couldn't help but laughed louder. He also waved his hand to Su Xiangli vigorously, feeling quite moved.
Of course, he didn't have any strange thoughts about Su Xiangli, the little girl. The little girl was so cute that people couldn't help but want to tease.
If there is anything to pay attention to when regenerating a child, the first thing is to adjust the mentality, not to forget the past, but not to indulge in memory.
Lu Zhengkang knew that he would grow up again, fall in love again, go to school and work, life has always been like this. Slowly, he will forget that he came from the beginning of the 21st century and become a native of modern times. The past story will become a vague dream for him.
If the memory is too far away, it becomes an illusion. This is what Lu Zhengkang understood when he was twenty.
But even Fuloli, the rich woman is fine.
Brother: (????ω????)?? "Kangkang, you seem to be very happy?"
"I do not have."
"But my program tells me that your heartbeat speeds up, your body temperature rises, your breathing is chaotic, and your facial expressions are positive..."
"I don't want you to think, I want me to think."
The old brother freezes for a while, "Understand, you are using human's tough instructions on machinery, I will default to your definition of unhappiness..."
"Okay, okay, I surrender."
Brother: (￣┰￣) "I interpret this sentence as a cancellation of the order. Do you have any questions?"
Lu Zhengkang laughed again, "Artificial mental retardation..."
Mother can't come back after working overtime, and dinner is a father-son bureau again. Comrade Lu Jiande is a third-degree handicapped among the older generation. He can't lift his hands and shoulders and can't pick him up. Under the premise of ensuring safety, he can cook in the kitchen except cooking noodles.
So when Lu Zhengkang got out of the apartment elevator, he had already received five emails from his father.
17:16 "Lu Jiande: Son, be careful on the road, listen to my brother, and don't run around. (Have read
17:17 Reply: "OK."
17:47 "Lu Jiande: Why haven't you arrived yet? (Read
17:47 Reply: "On the road."
18:11 "Lu Jiande: Where is it? (Read
18:14 Reply: "Empty rail station. (location location sending
18:41: Lu Jiande: ;??д｀) ゞ come back soon, father is hungry. (Read
18:51 Reply: ":) I understand."
19:01 "Lu Jiande: Where is...? (unread
Lu Zhengkang turned his face to the monitor, the door opened automatically, and he changed slippers at the entrance. At this time, he smelled the scent of food.
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Does that man also have a day to cook himself?
Lu Zhengkang walked to the kitchen ~EbookFREE.me~ vaguely heard the sound of sucking, opened the door, and sure enough, his dear father was pouring a bowl of fragrant instant beef noodles.
Lu Jiande stood up in a panic and took a napkin to wipe off the rich soup around his lips. After such a move, he naturally revealed his father's majesty, "Why come back so late?"
"Send classmates home."
Lu Jiande nodded, "Well, how about kindergarten? Is it interesting? There is still a bowl of noodles in the microwave oven. Go wash your hands and get ready to eat."
Lu Zhengkang glanced quietly at the microwave oven. There was no such thing as a second bowl of noodles. Comrade Lu Jiande thought it was instant noodles.
"Wash for a while, did the teacher teach you the six-step method of hand washing?" Lu Jiande drove his son to the bathroom, in a posture similar to that of people in the countryside.
The well-known classmate Lu Zhengkang spent five minutes in the bathroom until his father shouted outside: "It's dinner!"
Well, as expected, instant noodles, noodles are noodles with eggs, soup is concentrated soup, beef is cooked stewed meat sold in the supermarket, sliced ​​as thin as cicada wings, at first glance it is the brother's foundry. There was a soft-boiled egg nested on the noodles, and two green vegetables lay on the side of the bowl. It looks good.
This bowl is much better than Lu Jiande's own bowl. The noodles have no white core and the soup is moderately salty.
Lu Zhengkang showed a big smile, "It's delicious! Dad made it so delicious!"
Comrade Lu Jiande's face was stern, as it should be, but the smile in his brows couldn't hide.
Lu Zhengkang lowered his head to eat the noodles, and said nothing more.
The father of the previous life, he would also cook noodles for Lu Zhengkang.
But his craftsmanship is better than his current father.
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