Electronic Nezha

Chapter 106 Young Friends Together

As I drove home, I suddenly let out another long sigh.

"Dad, what's wrong now?"

"I'm thinking about Hao Hao."

"Don't worry too much. As I've said before, human thinking has blind spots. Believe it or not, if you put Hao Hao in a suit and stand next to you chatting and laughing with people, no one will ever associate him with Hao Hao."

"I was thinking that if Hao Hao came with me, I would have to pay him a salary." I saw the living conditions of Aunt Xu's family. I took Hao Hao away under the banner of "saving humanity". You can't let the old lady continue to collect scraps to make a living. The profession of "bodyguard" is synonymous with high risk and high income. Moreover, it is a private bodyguard with special skills.

For at least a decade, the word "millionaire" has been separated from "rich man." If you have a net worth of a millionaire but don't dare to buy a car worth over 300,000, how dare you hire a private bodyguard?

I think Liu Zhenhua and I urgently need an organization to back us up, one that isn't short of money, and preferably one that has all the power to give us the green light. At the intersection ahead, when the light is red, Xiao Wu obediently waits for the light. I sighed. We can't even control the traffic lights, let alone give us the green light all the way.

"Before you transmigrated, didn't you set up some kind of code to contact the higher-ups in humanity?"

Liu Zhenhua laughed and said, "If I came here from the past, I could bury an iron box and set a secret code for our meeting, but I came back from the future."

Just as I reached the building entrance, Han Shiya called to ask if I was home. I watched as she, Qiao Yan, and Qiao Yuchen stood downstairs.

"Look north...look behind you."

The three of us turned around together, and Liu Zhenhua and I got out of the car.

As soon as Han Shiya saw Liu Zhenhua, she asked, "Zhenhua, why are you wearing glasses? What's your prescription?"

"Less than 200, pseudomyopia, pseudomyopia," I said. "And that's from online classes, so what's going on with you guys?"

Qiao Yan pulled me aside and said, "Qiao Yuchen said that Liu Zhenhua has a lot of nice piano pieces. She sent him a WeChat message this afternoon, but he didn't reply."

Qiao Yuchen said calmly, "I forgot that healthy people have to attend classes." The girl had lost a bit of weight since the last time I saw her, but she was still as serene as a chrysanthemum.

Qiao Yan pulled me a little further away and said, "The doctor's advice is to spend more time with her and let her relax more. I was thinking of having her come here to meet people her own age. Would that be too much of a bother?"

"Why are you saying all this? Let's go." As we went upstairs, fearing that Yuan Yuan would repeat the mistakes of Chen Zihan's mother, I deliberately said loudly, "Today you must try my Zha Jiang Mian (noodles with soybean paste)."

Upon entering, Qiao Yuchen was the first to exclaim in surprise, "It's so clean!"

Han Shiya asked, "Liu Chuanfeng, when did you become like this?"

Qiao Yan said, "Oh dear, I think there might be another person coming back at any time. Lao Liu, tell us the truth, if it disturbs us, we should leave quickly."

I opened the refrigerator, took out several bags of noodles, and said, "Stop talking nonsense and get to work."

The noodles had to be cooked twice for five people. I cooked enough for the two children first. Qiao Yan brought out the sauce bowl, smelled it, and said, "Hmm, authentic!" The sauce was still made by Yuan Yuan.

The noodles were served bowl by bowl. Liu Zhenhua and Qiao Yuchen ate at the small table in the living room, while the three adults went to my room. Qiao Yan mixed the sauce and ate with great relish, saying, "Don't let my Western restaurant background fool you, I really love this kind of food."

I said, "Then would you consider letting me join the franchise, 'Versailles Fried Noodles,' a fusion of Chinese and Western styles?"

Han Shiya took a bite and probably noticed that the taste was off, but she didn't say anything, since it was still based on the Liu family recipe.

Seeing that Qiao Yuchen's attention wasn't on us, I whispered to Qiao Yan, "Any progress?"

Qiao Yan shook her head and smiled bitterly: "This illness is difficult."

After finishing her meal, Qiao Yuchen asked impatiently, "Liu Zhenhua, do you still have that kind of music you gave me last time?"

Liu Zhenhua said, "Yes...yes." "Could you send me a few more?"

"Wait a minute, I'm turning on the computer." After turning on the computer, Liu Zhenhua kept clicking refresh and then kept winking at me. At first, I didn't understand, but then I got it: Liu Zhenhua said that he could make more than 10,000 segments of this kind of thing in an hour, but it takes time. In front of everyone, he wanted me to divert everyone's attention.

At this moment, Han Shiya naturally tidied up the messy books on Liu Zhenhua's bed and said, "Zhenhua, do you only have one math workbook?"

Liu Zhenhua's bed was as messy as ever. Apart from a math workbook, the rest of the books were all required literature books listed by the teacher. Yuanyuan wouldn't tidy it up for him without his permission—it was a sign of respect for the "bottom." Actually, there was no need to buy the required books, but sometimes they had to be taken to school, so there were a few classics.

"Let me take a look." Qiao Yuchen picked up the math workbook with its cover torn off, flipped through a page, and said, "This is fifth grade material."

Liu Zhenhua chuckled and said, "Reviewing the old helps you learn the new—Mom, don't panic, I'll definitely get 95 on my final exam." Taking advantage of this interruption, he said, "Hey, I found it." In a folder called "Liu Zhenhua's Downloaded Niche Music," there were more than a dozen songs. No need to ask, they were all newly composed, hotter than the noodles he had just eaten.

Liu Zhenhua said to Qiao Yuchen, "These songs are good to listen to before bed, but they feel even better during the day."

Qiao Yuchen said, "How come I didn't know about that website you mentioned before?"

"That's why it's considered niche."

Han Shiya said, "I didn't even know he liked music. When did that happen?"

Qiao Yan said, "As children grow up, their interests will change."

Han Shiya sighed almost imperceptibly.

"I'll send it to you on WeChat." Liu Zhenhua pretended to open WeChat and dragged the music files into his chat with Qiao Yuchen.

Qiao Yuchen randomly clicked on a song and immediately became somewhat engrossed in listening to it.

"You can listen to those later. Since you're already here, let me show you my work." Liu Zhenhua unleashed his signature cheesy jokes...

After watching the first episode, Qiao Yuchen asked, somewhat confused, "Why is the deity that Liu Bei, Guan Yu, and Zhang Fei worshipped during their oath of brotherhood in the Peach Garden Guan Yu?"

Liu Zhenhua said, "That's the funny part." Then he laughed heartily.

Qiao Yuchen belatedly realized what was happening and joined in the laughter.

"I'll show you the second episode."

When Sima Yi pointed at his generals and said that he had "Sima Zhao's heart," Qiao Yuchen, without Liu Zhenhua's explanation, pointed to the screen and exclaimed in realization, "Oh—"

The three adults looked at each other in bewilderment. Han Shiya didn't really understand the jokes, while Qiao Yan and I were speechless.

"Let me show you the third episode, it's just finished. Lu Bu travels through history and visits godfathers everywhere. In those famous historical events, whoever is about to die, he will go to them, worship one until one dies, and then go to the next one."

This time, Qiao Yuchen understood completely and covered her mouth, laughing.

"You're so talented," Qiao Yuchen said.

Liu Zhenhua refused to take credit for the work: "Actually, they are all stale internet memes, only the third episode can be considered my original work."

"That's not simple either."

I understand why Qiao Yuchen finds tired jokes funny. As a top student who has already completed the senior year curriculum in the second year of junior high school, she certainly doesn't have time to browse these kinds of things.

Looking at her daughter's radiant smile, Qiao Yan sighed, "Young people really should stick together with other young people."

(End of this chapter)