Eighteen Ghost Emperors of my ancestors, how dare you make me live in terror?

"This should be considered a triumphant return to one's hometown."

"Like a top scholar who has passed the imperial examination, riding a tall horse back home in glory, enjoying the worship and amazement of everyone in his hometown, watching them kneel down in front of us."

"Like a general who has fought in the frontier and made great contributions, returning to his former territory with great glory, receiving praise and songs from all his relatives and friends."

"So... what do we need to prepare?"

In the courtyard, Chen Chen was making urgent preparations for his upcoming long journey, clearly intending to stick with Lu Ye to personally meet the other legendary "adopted son".

He called this journey "The Return of the King".

In fact, it is accurate in meaning, because Lu Ye does indeed need to go back to Yu Gui High School, which is also the city where he grew up.

However, the description was a bit exaggerated, and the phrase "the return of the king" was too over-the-top, making Lu Ye blush a little.

"The description 'top scholar' is not quite accurate. This word is now a derogatory term. Please be careful with your wording in the future."

Lu Ye corrected him with a stern face.

"I completely understand!"

Perhaps because he suddenly realized that there was still a wild adopted son trying to compete with him for the inheritance, Chen Chen's attitude was now extremely upright.

Lu thought for a moment, "First of all, I think we need a Land Rover."

Back when they were still poor brothers, Zhao Mengde had always coveted this thing. Last time, his first Land Rover was totaled, and he was in a hurry to leave, so he didn't get to enjoy it. He must have been very envious.

"Land Rover, all right, I'll arrange it." Chen Chen took out his notebook and wrote it down.

"And we have to airlift it there. Ghostly High School is thousands of miles away from here, and it will take several days to drive there. So we need to airlift the car to Jiangnan City first, then fly there, and then drive to pick up the people when we get there," Lu Ye continued.

"No problem, arrange it." Chen Chen noted it down again.

"Besides vehicles, we need an honor guard. Ordinary ones won't do; we need 'deceptive' personnel, preferably all pretty girls. No one with legs shorter than 1.2 meters is acceptable. They should all be wearing AK-style skirts and carrying bouquets."

"Hmm, this sounds impressive. I'll go find some girls."

"And there needs to be a suitable atmosphere, right? What do you think about having an airplane scatter flowers in the sky? Roses or tulips?" Lu pondered.

"Let's throw money around, we have plenty anyway."

"Great idea, budget of fifty million?"

"Too little, it should be one hundred million." Chen Chen shook his head seriously. "Consider it Wang's gift to his hometown."

"Granted."

Lu nodded in satisfaction, pondered for a while, but couldn't think of anything else. So he decided to ask Chen Chen for more suggestions, "Besides that, what else do you think is missing?"

"I feel like I lack nothing, except for you, my godfather."

Chen Chen was taking notes in his notebook while his expression was very serious.

Oh no, judging from this, my godfather seems to favor the one I've never met. Looks like I'll have to work harder from now on.

"That's settled then. Go and get ready; we'll be leaving in a bit."

"yes!"

Chen Chen rushed off to make the arrangements.

Looking at the sunset and evening glow on the horizon, Lu Ye couldn't help but feel a little bit of anticipation.

He told Zhao Mengde to study hard for three months, and that he would come back to help him fly after three months. Now the time was finally enough.

As for why we should study hard instead of striving to become a master of deception.

The reason is quite simple.

Mengde's talent was actually terrible; no matter how hard he tried, he was destined never to become a strong person.

So it's better to just give up and focus on mastering the most basic things.

With him as my godfather, what need is there for me to work hard?

Why not just hug his big, thick legs?

Lu Ye's initial plan was exactly this: to make Zhao Mengde a mere accessory to him.

Mengde didn't need to be strong or work hard; he only needed to follow his adoptive father.

So since he was going back to pick someone up, Lu also planned to make the scene a bit more lively to satisfy Zhao Mengde's vanity.

"Who is Zhao Mengde?" Ling Xin'er appeared behind her and asked curiously.

Lu Ye turned around and hugged her. Since emerging from the red cocoon, Ling Xin'er's body fragrance had become even more pronounced, and he was almost addicted to it.

"A guy who wanted to be buried next to me even after he died; he was the one who gave me my first urn."

Ling Xin'er was a prodigy at the Ghost Spirit High School at that time, and her family background was also very powerful. So even though she was in the same academy as him and Zhao Mengde, she probably never paid much attention to him.

"So he's someone who's good to you?" Ling Xin'er asked thoughtfully.

Lu smiled and nodded. "I guess so."

"Then he must be a very good person."

........

Jiangnan City.

Under the night.

In a dilapidated old neighborhood, a figure squatted on a flower bed, a flickering flame between his fingers, occasionally glancing up at the dark building in front of him.

The sixth floor, the top floor.

In the hottest summer, that small rented room would be as hot as a steamer, and it wasn't until several years later that they got a second-hand old air conditioner.

Zhao Mengde took a deep drag on his cigarette. That rented room used to be where Lu Ye lived.

The old, worn-out secondhand air conditioner was something he had saved up his allowance for a whole year to find at the scrap market and gave to Lu Ye as a birthday present.

"Inhale—exhale."

Zhao Mengde leisurely finished his cigarette, stubbed it out, dusted himself off, stood up, and swaggered out of the neighborhood towards his home.

Since Lu Ye left, he would come to this neighborhood to take a look every now and then after school.

It wasn't anything particularly affectionate.

I just happened to be passing by and had nothing to do, so I took a stroll around.

What if that guy suddenly comes back as a surprise one day?

Not far from the residential area, Zhao Mengde saw several people smoking across the alley.

Upon seeing him appear from afar, the group of teenagers with brightly dyed hair instinctively threw away their cigarette butts, their faces bearing mocking smiles.

"I thought you'd taken the long way again, but I didn't expect you to dare take this road again. Looks like you haven't learned your lesson from the beating you got last time."

Zhao Mengde reached out and picked up a brick, weighed it in his hand, grinned, and said, "You're always blocking your father here, how come I don't remember having any filial sons like you?"

When it comes to cursing and being sarcastic, Lu Ye dares to claim the title of number one, and Zhao Mengde dares to claim the title of number two!

Nobody will listen to me!

"Damn it, someone's going to beat you to death with that mouth of yours sooner or later!" The other person was clearly a little defensive.

"Then you'll have to kowtow and weep at your father's grave properly." Zhao Mengde's cursing style was always the type that only attacked and never defended.

It's not a big deal.

Neither of them were exactly well-behaved young people, and they got into a conflict over some trivial matters, which led to them clashing.

He was blocked by the opponent several times. The opponent had more people than him, so he lost more often than he won.

However, it's not shameful to lose every time; at least I've beaten two of them.

"Stop wasting time, hurry home and eat after you're done."

Facing four opponents, Zhao Mengde grabbed a brick and charged forward.

So what if he's fighting multiple opponents? It's only because his brothers aren't around, otherwise they would have been beaten to a pulp long ago.

Even if his brother is not here, the reputation of the South Street Twins cannot be lost!

"Kneel down before me!!"