Zhang Luo took his things and glanced at the student ID, which also read "Liugu Private School Park Year 3 and Second Class".

"It looks like a junior high school student, but it's really small enough......"

Riding the tram, Zhang Luo returned to his home, where he had never met. It's not a single-family house that the male protagonist must have in the anime.,It's a residential building with about 20 floors.。 By the way, Zhang Luo's house is two floors on the eighth and ninth floors. To be honest, Zhang Luo has reservations about the high-rise buildings built in this area where natural disasters are frequent, and nature is always worthy of awe. However, this building should still be lived.

In fact, this is a typical raccoon community, because the locals are generally xenophobic everywhere, especially in the Sun Islands. Moreover, the locals also have the right to use the land in perpetuity, and the land price is also expensive, so the people have to gather together.

As mentioned earlier, the entire Sun Islands are very active in all aspects, in addition to the local population, there are also a large number of residents who have migrated from the countries of Raccoon, Baiyin, Rus, Golan and other countries, and the total population of the main islands is estimated to be more than 200 million. The eastern capital alone has a population of tens of millions, not to mention that there are five urban centers in the Sun Islands today. The San people instinctively reject outsiders, so much so that communities of different cultures are formed, especially in the condominium of Tokyo, and even have a bit of a concession flavor.

Today, although the population structure of Fuso has been diluted by the people from the mainland, many things cannot be changed, such as schooling, which is almost separate. The Dragon and Sang are still the most similar to the Chinese of several ethnic groups, and other regions can be imagined.

To get back to the point, Zhang Luo's family is still very big, it can be seen that Li Qingdai, no matter which world she is, she is a rich woman. But Zhang Luo didn't understand where the money came from, he had never seen Li Qingdai go out to work. Zhang Luo has always suspected that it has something to do with his dead ghost father. But Zhang Luo had never seen his dead ghost father. Perhaps, the dead ghost dad is engaged in some secret work. But this Zhang Luo can only guess that it is possible that his mother is a lover who is supported by a rich man...... Thinking of this, Zhang Luo's eyes showed a coldness. He didn't want to guess his mother like this, but he was also prepared in his heart.

The decoration of the whole room is not so opulent, but very warm. The wallpaper is beige with strong feminine patterns, white marble floor tiles, and mahogany stairs are also exquisite.

Li Qingdai looked at her son who was looking at her family curiously, sighed softly, and took him upstairs to her room.

"Luo'er, you're tired all night, have a good rest, you can call me if you have something." Li Qingdai touched her son's head.

Zhang Luo also smiled and touched his mother's head: "Ms. Li Qingdai is also going back to rest, sleep for a good night's sleep, look at the good face, the skin is not tender." ”

"Okay, let's stop messing with you, take a good rest." Li Qingdai closed the door and sighed with some emotion, her son was already as tall as her, and she was still wearing high heels.

Zhang Luo walked into "his own" room, a messy, very boyish room, computers, figures, and books were all messed up. Zhang Luo's scalp was numb when he saw it, he was very self-disciplined in another world, he had a habit of cleanliness and perfectionism, except for the collection habit, which was not good, he thought that everything else was an advantage. Although he usually looks lazy and lazy, he still has exercise about housework.

He decided to clean up first, such a room, even if he lay down, he would not be able to sleep.

Zhang Luo woke up after sleeping for about four hours, mainly because of the strange events in the hospital, he always dreamed that the bird's head was staring at him, and his head hurt.

For Zhang Luo, it didn't matter if he slept a little less, so he simply woke up. I was going to see what had happened to the ancient book that was tightly wrapped in my bag, but when I looked at the time, it was about ten o'clock, and it was close to eleven o'clock.

"My stomach seems to be a little hungry, Mom will wake up in a while, I'll look at the refrigerator and make something to eat." Zhang Luo got up.

This is already a habit, Li Qingdai in another world is actually as rough as a man in addition to her excessively feminine body.

Zhang Luo began to learn to cook and take care of his mother very early.

He went downstairs into the kitchen and opened the refrigerator, which was not very stuffy: "Hmm...... Mom doesn't seem to have much fresh vegetables in the past two days, and yes, she's been in the hospital most of the time these two days......"

There was milk in the fridge or something, two tomatoes, and eggplant or something.

He rummaged through the freezer, and there was seafood, and some quick food.

"It's okay, you don't have to go out and buy it." Zhang Luo's sense of direction has always been bad, and it is a bit troublesome to go out to buy groceries.

He began to wash rice and cook, and as he got busy in the kitchen, his mind began to drift away. I have a lot of worries about the other world, and I can only hope that the junior high school student will be able to stand on his own.

At this time, in the room on the second floor, the light gauzy curtains danced in the wind. The woman lying on her side on the bed has soft and plump lines in the light and dark, like a woman in an oil painting, with the style of a mature woman. It's just that she frowned slightly even when she slept, and her temperament was a little more delicate, which showed that there were a lot of troubles in her heart, which made people pity.

Time was slowly passing, and she didn't know what she dreamed of, her brows furrowed, and her eyes opened suddenly.

Li Qingdai rubbed her head with one hand and sat up sideways, the thin quilt slipped off her body, and a green silk rose in the wind: "Hmm, I have a nightmare again...... It smells so good......"

Lifted the quilt and got out of bed, probably because it was hot, and the thin nightdress was slightly sweaty and sticky, outlining the perfect figure. When I opened the door, the scent seemed stronger

"Luo'er ......" looked at the dishes on the table, Li Qingdai, who was leaning on the railing of the stairs, showed a trace of panic, she gritted her teeth and walked downstairs quickly.

Zhang Luo came out of the kitchen with a smile: "Mom, are you awake?" What a coincidence, come down and eat! ”

"You did all this?" Li Qingdai asked, pointing to the food.

"Yes, Mom, do you like it?" Zhang Luo put down the last dish and felt that the atmosphere was a little wrong.

"Who the hell are you!" Li Qingdai shouted and asked, "Or, what is it!" What have you done to my son! ”

Zhang Luo: ......

"Mom, what are you talking about, I am your son......" Zhang Luo was a little panicked when he was asked, and his heart was inexplicably empty.

Li Qingdai only felt chills all over her body, and her body trembled slightly: "My son has never cooked!" And he's just a junior high school student......"

The corners of Zhang Luo's eyes twitched, and he admitted that he was a little sour. This damn parallel universe is so happy, I haven't even cooked when I'm so big!

"I just wanted to surprise my mom......"

"Shut up!" Li Qingdai was almost crazy, "My Luo'er can recognize it even if she has amnesia!" I've been suspicious for a long time! You're not him at all! What the hell are you! ”