Chapter 3: Jianghu Langzhong

And Chen Qingyang and Nangong Liang make the school love and hate, they are naughty students and diehards in the eyes of the teacher, but at the same time, their academic performance is outrageous, as long as they take the exam, no one can shake the first and second places.

"By the way, some time ago, I heard from Shanzi that the captain of the Longshen special forces seems to be interested in recruiting him, that is the most powerful special forces in Huaxia, our brother is really amazing." Nangong Liang said happily from the bottom of his heart.

"Ryujin special forces? That's pretty impressive. Chen Qingyang smiled faintly, but Nangong Liang didn't notice a flash of disdain in his eyes.

"What about you? I never thought that your family would actually let you, the crown prince, stay here in peace, others don't know, but the four of us know how perverted your family is! Chen Qingyang continued.

Nangong Liang slowly raised his head, looked up at the clear sky at a forty-five degree angle, and sighed and said, "Because I'm waiting for him!" ”

"Waiting for whom?" Chen Qingyang asked curiously.

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Nangong Liang closed his resentful gaze and said with a wry smile: "Brother Yang, do you remember the Jianghu Langzhong we met on the street when we were twelve years old?" ”

Chen Qingyang was stunned for a moment, then his face suddenly became gloomy, and he nodded slightly.

"I have been frail and sick since I was a child, and my family has searched for world-famous doctors who can't cure me, and even concluded that I will not live to be eighteen years old, and I fainted on the street that day, I thought I was going to die, and he appeared to save me, and said that if I lived past the age of eighteen, I would come back here and wait for him, but I am almost twenty-two this year, and I have not waited for him." Nangong Liang sighed.

"I can't believe the words of Jianghu Langzhong, aren't you alive and well now?" Chen Qingyang pursed his lips and said.

"I believe that if he hadn't taught me that set of luck moves, my grave grass might be taller than you now." Nangong Liang said.

Indeed, today's Nangong Liang looks no different from a normal person, and no one would have thought that he was once a sick medicine jar.

Chen Qingyang patted him lightly on the shoulder, and he didn't know how to comfort him.

Time passed quietly, August was coming to an end, the two hundred-year-old osmanthus trees in front of the Chen family bloomed earlier than in previous years, and the faint fragrance of osmanthus wafted in the air of the Chen family, fragrant and pleasant.

Chen Qingyang had breakfast with the old lady as usual, watched his grandson drink a big bowl of corn porridge, ate three big steamed buns, and finally poured a bottle of milk, the smile on the old lady's face was brighter than the osmanthus in front of the door.

The old lady is actually not old, two months later is her seventieth birthday, because of the attention to maintenance, the old lady's face is not wrinkled, you can vaguely see her beautiful face when she was young, and her hair has remained black and bright, occasionally a few white hair and green silk are pulled out by the old lady.

After breakfast, Chen Qingyang did not go out for a run as usual, because he was going to report to Fuhai University in Haicheng today.

After coming back for a year, the old lady treated Chen Qingyang as a treasure almost every day, holding it in her hand for fear of melting, and now he is going to go far away, and he may not be able to go home for a few months, so he is naturally reluctant, and he told Chen Qingyang to take care of himself, chattering for more than half an hour, Chen Qingyang showed enough patience to listen.

Before going out, Chen Qingyang refused the old lady's send-off, simply packed a few clothes and some daily necessities, and got into the Audi A8 that Chen Bailang bought for the old lady's contemporary scooter for seven figures.

The driver is a middle-aged man in his forties, who was invited by Chen Bailang for a lot of money, and I heard that he used to drive for a certain leader of the country, he was very cold, he didn't talk much, and he had a calm atmosphere that had been tempered.

It was a soldier's unique calm atmosphere, and Chen Qingyang also noticed that the calluses on his hands were very thick, and he was definitely a practitioner.

Chen Qingyang didn't know his name, only knew that his surname was He, handed over a cigarette, and called Uncle He very politely.

Uncle He's grim face rarely showed a smile, took Chen Qingyang's cigarette, hung it on his ears, and then started the car and went directly to the airport.

When he got off at the airport, Uncle He took the initiative to talk to Chen Qingyang for the first time, asking him to call him next time he went home, and he would drive to the airport to pick up people, and Chen Qingyang readily agreed.

Nangong Liang had been waiting at the airport for a long time, even if he stood in the crowd, Nangong Liang still stood out from the crowd, and Chen Qingyang found him at a glance.

But soon Chen Qingyang found that Nangong Liang was standing next to a beautiful woman with a temperament, about 1.7 meters tall, with a ponytail, a delicate melon seed face, pouting and looking around with a somewhat impatient expression.

There has never been a shortage of beauties around Nangong Liang, since he was a child, but obviously the temperament beauty standing next to Nangong Liang at this moment is the most beautiful one Chen Qingyang has ever seen.

"Brother Yang." Nangong Liang said hello with a smile, and the temperamental beauty retracted her gaze and began to look at the man in front of her who made Nangong Liang have to call him "Brother Yang".

The appearance is ordinary, the skin is dark, the figure is okay, and the dress is also decent, except for the occasional appearance of the magnificent eyes, there is almost no shining point on this man's body.

Sixty points, no more, this is Lin Weiwei's first impression of Chen Qingyang, of course, the reference standard is the perfect 100-point Nangong Liang beside her.