"They are uncles and nephews I met at the Children's Palace." Chu Zihang briefly introduced the two friends he had just met, "an uncle who can do almost anything, and a nephew who is very enthusiastic and interesting." ”

"Well, that sounds pretty good." Su Xiaoyan didn't really understand much, but looking at the rare smile on her son's face, she also knew that she must be a good person.

"Speaking of which, that uncle is still a very famous writer, and my mother should know him."

"Oh, who is it?" Su Xiaoyan was puzzled, she didn't actually read much, and she either followed dramas and practiced yoga on weekdays, or went shopping with her girlfriends to sing and dance.

"The book you read before, "Back to the Past and Become a Cat", was written by him." Some time ago, Chu Zihang often saw that his mother didn't even chase soap operas, and read a novel with relish.

Su Xiaoyan is allergic to cat hair, but she has no resistance to cute cats, so there are a lot of cat pillows and dolls at home.

At a party last month, her best friend recommended the book to her, so Su Xiaoyan was sunk in an instant, and she fell into a sea of cute pets and couldn't extricate herself.

Even she, like some crazy readers, wants to find Chuhua University, the premier university in Central China, to see if there is really such a school, whether there is such a harmonious and loving family living in it, what does F4 look like in the cat in the East Compound, and whether the black cat in the lead is really that cool.

But unfortunately, the story is just fiction, and no one can find something that does not exist in reality.

"Ah, you and Jiangbei G...... Ahem, Jiangbei made friends? A flash of excitement flashed on Su Xiaoyan's bright and moving face, and she almost burst into a foul mouth in front of her son.

"That's right." Chu Zihang didn't understand why his mother was so excited, could it be because Uncle Xia was "three days and four days", and threw away half of each novel?

"Did he say when the cat would resume serialization, or did he have any plans to publish a fourth volume?" Su Xiaoyan rarely found a novel that suits her heart, but the author is an old pigeon who is not bad for money, and he can't use money to smash people.

However, Chu Zihang didn't know this, he still revealed some clues from Lu Mingfei's previous nonsense, and determined Uncle Xia's identity.

is young and has no shortage of money, because he was blocked by editors and fans to move, and there were posters in the bedroom of ghosts blowing out lights, returning to Ming, and returning to cats, which instantly made him lock on the writer Jiang Bei, who was shouted at by everyone in the forum before.

For this reason, he also deliberately looked for photos from the previous interview with Jiangbei and confirmed that it was the man who was very measured.

Unable to get an accurate answer, Su Xiaoyan sighed: "Okay, son, remember to help your mother ask tomorrow." ”

"Okay."

Before dinner time came, he carried the wooden knife given to him by Xia Di to his indoor basketball hall.

Since practicing kendo, he has never slackened off for a day, swinging his sword at least a thousand times a day.

However, after getting the knife technique cheats called "Xia Jiba Knife - Introduction", he suspended the boring practice of swinging the knife and began to figure it out by himself according to the move illustrations in the book.

As the name suggests, this knife is very extreme and very domineering, if the best defense is offense, then Xia Jiba knife is completely abandoning defense, and the aggression is infinitely full, highlighting a life to death.

The sacrificing skills that have not been taught in the kendo class are like not asking for money in this book, and there must be a sacrificial blow within three moves, either one or two die together, and the killing spirit is beyond imagination.

If this kind of sword technique is put in a martial arts novel, it must be a crooked and evil way that is rejected by decency, but since Xia Di dares to give it to him, he dares to practice, maybe he will encounter an enemy in the future who can't be defeated at all with his strength, and can only exchange his life for his life.

Chu Zihang's martial arts talent is very high, and he can use the moves on the cheats coherently after just practicing a few times, although it is still just a clumsy imitation, the posture is in place, but the action connection is extremely jerky, and he still needs to practice hard.

But even so, he can get rid of the strange title of the Sword Saint of the Children's Palace, God knows how embarrassing he is every time he faces the strange eyes of others, "How embarrassed to say that he is a sword master".

After practicing the entire set of introductory knife techniques five times, Chu Zihang finally squeezed out his physical strength, meditated with his legs crossed on his knees according to the secret book, and began to meditate silently reciting the mantra in the book.

It's just that he has just settled down, and the phone bell suddenly rings, breaking the silence in the basketball arena and disturbing his newly silent heart.

Pick up the phone, and the caller ID is a string of phone numbers with no notes.

It's the man.

"Hey." He answered the phone, but he didn't know where to start with all the thoughts in his heart, so he could only speak coldly as usual: "Is there something wrong?" ”

"Hehe, Zihang, are you free this weekend?" On the other end of the phone was his biological father's slightly flattering voice, not like the attitude that a father should have towards his son, but more like the caution of a subordinate when consulting his superior.

"I'm going to the movies on Saturday and I'm free on Sunday." Just now I promised my mother that the family would go to the movies on Saturday, and I could only spare time on Sunday, anyway, the man would only take him around to eat some meals that were more expensive than the roadside stalls, which would take half a day at most, and it would not prevent him from rushing to the gym to train.

Chu Tianjiao saw that his son had no intention of refusing, so he put forward his own arrangement while the iron was hot: "Then do you want to go to the gymnasium with your father to play, I won't tell you that my father has recently practiced superb badminton skills."

Didn't you know how to play badminton when you were a child, just take advantage of this summer vacation Dad will give you a good guidance, and when school starts, you will show your classmates a hand and keep those little girls dizzy by you. ”

The man was still serious for less than three seconds, but this time Chu Zihang did not show impatience.

Although he didn't know why the other party would take him to exercise on a whim, it was better than sitting in a corner and listening to him brag about what he had seen and heard, or watching him drive the 9 million Maybach on the road and scold the driver who was overtaking him.

"Okay, what time is it?" It just so happened that Xia Di and Lu Mingfei would train in the gymnasium until the start of school, and there was no need to worry about the father and son being speechless.

"At nine o'clock in the morning, do you want Dad to pick you up?"

Chu Zihang lives in the "Peacock Mansion" in the east of the city, which is a famous gathering place for the rich, and Chu Tianjiao has to take a long detour to pick him up.

Chu Zihang thought about it, but still shook his head: "No need, let's meet directly in the gymnasium." ”

He doesn't know if his mother has forgotten this ex-husband who has achieved nothing, but at least "Dad" doesn't want to see his ex-brother at the door of his house.

"That's okay, I'll see you at nine o'clock." Chu Tianjiao finished his closing remarks with a smile, and waited for his son to hang up the phone as always.

But half a minute passed, and there was still no "beep" sound on the phone.

He thought that his son had something else to say, but he didn't know how to speak, so he took the initiative to break the silence:

"Zihang, is there anything else to be busy with on the weekend? If it's inconvenient, you can wait for the next time, dad has a lot of time, and he is free at any time. ”

He said so, but since he was a child, he has not released his son's pigeons, and said that he would attend the parent-teacher meeting in person, but because the boss wanted to use the car, he was late for a second before the end of the parent-teacher conference.

Chu Zihang pursed his lips, looked at the wooden knife lying horizontally on his lap, and didn't ask what he was holding in his heart after all, but just said flatly:

"It's okay, goodbye."