Dragon Raja: Reboot

"Does your senior have a tradition of celebrating birthdays?"

Lu Mingfei casually asked, trying to get closer to the two of them.

During this period, his relationship with his senior brother was still very distant; they had not yet developed a deep bond of camaraderie that required them to go through thick and thin together.

In short, they are complete strangers.

Chu Zihang thought for a moment and said, "Party, cake, amusement park, taking photos, eating, traveling... it's the same every year."

His stepfather was a very qualified and excellent father, far surpassing his biological father in some aspects.

Every year on his birthday, his stepfather would make a special trip to spend a perfect and ceremonial day with the whole family.

This was a perfect birthday celebration, full of ritual that would make most people envious. However, Chu Zihang's tone was calm, without any intention of showing off.

Lu Mingfei sensed loneliness in his voice.

Last time, he only envied Senior Brother Chu for his fulfilling life, harmonious family, and enjoyable birthday celebration...

But after truly getting to know this man, he realized that his senior brother was just like him.

"Don't you like Chen Wenwen?"

The sudden question interrupted Lu Mingfei's reverie, instantly bringing his unfocused eyes back to reality.

"Huh?!" Lu Mingfei exclaimed in surprise.

"Chen Wenwen knew you liked him before, but she always pretended not to know and treated you like a follower. Today, she even specifically asked you to be her shield, so why did you so nonchalantly comfort her and even stand up for her?"

Chu Zihang's sharp questions cut straight to the heart of the matter.

Lu Mingfei scratched his head. How come after all this time, his senior brother still asked this question?

"Because she has become vulnerable, and you have become powerful. Is this the sympathy of the strong for the weak?" Chu Zihang coldly glanced at Lu Mingfei.

Lu Mingfei couldn't help but mutter to himself.

Please, replace Chen Wenwen with me, and then replace me with you, senior brother. That's the correct logic!

The person who always sympathizes with me, the weak one, and repeatedly reaches out to me is clearly you!

Lu Mingfei thought for a moment and said, "Actually, she was quite good to me. Good or bad is relative. Compared to everyone in high school, Chen Wenwen was like an angel to me. So I liked her a lot back then. Who wouldn't like an angel? An angel flutters its white wings and flies towards you, handing you the light it holds in its hands. When you take the light, you take the warmth, and you realize that there are still people in this world who care about you, even if they don't love you."

"As for her pretending not to know... Senior brother, she's just an angel who brings warmth to people like me. She can't exactly offer herself up too, can she? Buy one get one free? You need a reason to like someone. Back then, I was unattractive, penniless, and irresponsible. What did I have that made her like me? Just because of my sincere heart?"

Lu Mingfei spread his hands, his face full of helplessness.

Chu Zihang fell silent for a moment, then said, "What you said makes a lot of sense, so you're standing up for her to repay a favor to the angel?"

Lu Mingfei looked out the car window and said softly, "That's right, I'm a very sentimental person, and I have a soft heart. I will definitely repay the kindness of others many times over."

"What about the bad things others do to you?" Chu Zihang suddenly asked.

Lu Mingfei turned around and saw his senior brother steering the wheel with one hand, his eyes, hidden behind colored contact lenses, fixed on him with a sharp and piercing gaze.

"Hey! Senior, aren't you watching where you're going? I don't want to die! We're going to crash! We're going to crash! Right, right, right, turn the steering wheel to the right!"

The car suddenly changed lanes, as agile as a steel catfish, and overtook the vehicle in front.

Lu Mingfei gripped the handle on the roof of the car with one hand, patted his chest, and said with a look of trepidation:

"Senior brother, I'm still young, I haven't found a suitable partner yet, don't drag me down with you if you want to die!"

Chu Zihang remained silent.

"Where are we going now?" Lu Mingfei asked, breaking the silence in the car as he looked out the window.

"I need to go to the South Railway Station to check things out," Chu Zihang said.

"Are we heading to the South Railway Station at this hour?" Lu Mingfei asked guiltily. "Senior brother, there might still be aftershocks. Maybe we should just slip away. I need to get back and install toilet seats."

Chu Zihang said calmly, "Don't worry, I've already arranged for professionals to fix your toilet seat. You're the specialist this time, so I'll handle all the trouble for you."

Lu Mingfei was about to shout out for his senior brother's righteousness when he suddenly fell into an eerie silence.

My face looks a little sore.

Last time, he thought his senior was a perfectionist and that dealing with a toilet seat would be a piece of cake.

But it turned out he was wrong.

Sometimes, being overly professional can also be a mistake.

At this moment, he recalled the "professionals" his senior had invited last time, and felt utterly overwhelmed.

That's more than just professional; it's practically written all over their faces!

Those guys originally belonged to the Navy SEALs and were all professional throat-slitting killers. After retiring, they joined the school and became janitors in the school's public works department!

The leader was over 1.9 meters tall and weighed at least 200 pounds; the word "burly" was an understatement.

Behind his sunglasses, his gaze was sharp as lightning; in his right hand he held a military knife, and in his left a bucket of radish slices.

The knife is the US military standard M9 knife, with double blood grooves on the gray titanium blade.

However, this truly malevolent weapon was used by a burly man for the common people, to cut radishes.

Then, the burly man carrying the impact drill emerged from the toilet, dusted himself off the lime, took the large cigar from his mouth, and with a masculine smile on his square, robotic face, he began—

"Mr. Lu, our team has installed the toilet seat according to your specifications. The quality is absolutely top-notch and can withstand the organization's scrutiny. We're very professional when it comes to repairs!"

In this situation, Commissioner Lu could only cover his face and rub his forehead.

Of all his mistakes, his biggest mistake was believing his senior's talk of "professionalism."

But from another perspective, shouldn't the professionals sent by the senior brother who is the leader of the club be like this?

Behind me was my aunt's high-pitched, demonic voice, a scream that seemed to pierce the clouds and split rocks.

Immediately afterwards, in her aunt's eyes, he became cunning and ruthless, and the commissioner who had bullied their whole family was kicked out of the house, along with a group of thugs.

Recalling the fear of being dominated by "professionals," Lu Mingfei grabbed his senior brother, his eyes glistening with tears, and said:

"Senior, promise me you won't hire your professional!"

Chu Zihang turned around and asked in confusion, "What's wrong?"

"No! I just feel that there are some things I can handle myself!"

"...Are you sure you'll make it in time?"

"No problem! No need for the professionals; I'll do it myself. The kid's used to it!"

The car suddenly stopped.

Chu Zihang looked ahead. Five hundred meters away was the South Railway Station, which was cordoned off by a yellow cordon.

"Get out of the car, we've arrived. We might be too late; the school's public security department is already on their way. Are you sure you want to call it off?"

Chu Zihang opened the car door and said in a low voice.

"Fine... never mind, senior, give me the phone, I need to give the professionals a few instructions!"

Chu Zihang glanced at him, and seeing that he didn't seem to be joking, he took out his phone, dialed a number, and handed it to Lu Mingfei.

Lu Mingfei took his phone and ran to the side to give detailed instructions.

Chu Zihang fixed his gaze on the train station not far away.

Under the scorching sun, this exquisite building now looks like a postmodern work of art, with yellow barriers blocking all entrances and the shattered glass dome leaving only a huge, twisted aluminum alloy frame.

Amid the chirping of cicadas, police officers and security guards hid in the shadows, fanning themselves with their hats, while the ground was littered with manuscripts hastily discarded by reporters.