Chapter 150 New Warrior

"Mom, I'm having dinner out and I'm not going home."

"There is stomach medicine in the bag. Remember to take two pills before drinking."

Chu Zihang finished editing the text message, read it for a while, added "Keep warm, it's windy at night", and clicked send.

"Hello, in total..."

The cashier girl at the fruit shop has a sweet smile.

"Um."

Chu Zihang paid the money, thanked him, picked up the fruit basket and turned to leave.

The cashier girl's face was flushed, and she said hurriedly that it didn't matter. When she looked up again, the boy was gone, and she suddenly felt a little lost.

At the end of August, school is about to start in the blink of an eye. Unlike Lu Mingfei, Chu Zihang has to leave for Kassel tomorrow to prepare for a series of work handovers for the president of the Lion Heart Club and related matters related to a free day.

Lancelot and the members of the Lionheart Society have been waiting on the other side of the distant ocean for a long time.

Susie was supposed to accompany him back to school, but this girl seemed to be involved in something, related to the secret mission of the execution department. The confidentiality level was very high, and Chu Zihang couldn't check it, so he gave up.

Lansnott had spoken to him on the phone an hour ago.

The boy with the same name as the legendary Knights of the Round Table under King Arthur confidently reported to him the current preparations of the Lionheart Club members. It was not difficult to hear from his tone that the boy could not wait to fight with the student union led by Caesar. Decide the outcome.

And firmly believe that the glorious victory will eventually belong to the Lionheart Club.

After all, the leader leading them was Chu Zihang.

No one in Kassel doubts Chu Zihang's excellence and strength.

They were just curious.

Chu Zihang and Caesar, who is the real leader of Cassel's generation?

There has been a huge quarrel on the Night Watch forum about this. The Lionheart Club and the Student Union each hold their own opinions and shout for their boss, so they just have to fight openly.

At the center of the whirlpool, the protagonist of the fight is Chu Zihang, the young president of the Lion Heart Club.

At this moment, he was shuttling between Barbie, Transformers and Ultraman with a serious look on his face.

He stopped.

In front of him is a great hero who is popular all over the country and is known to everyone.

Tiga.

The 80-centimeter-tall model has movable hand and foot joints and is equipped with a flashing transformation stick with sound effects. As long as the switch is pressed, a new storm will appear.

This is the toy every boy dreams of receiving.

Chu Zihang nodded and looked into Diga's firm LED eyes. It's you.

He believed that there was no boy who didn't like Ultraman models. For this reason, Chu Zihang also wrote a 3,000-word investigation report, collecting information from the Internet and summarizing it. His well-organized argumentation process could make even the most demanding professors nod with satisfaction.

If there really is a discipline to study Ultraman in this world.

Carrying the fruit cosmetics and Ultraman model, Chu Zihang arrived at Brother Snoopy's house at 5:43 pm.

There were still seventeen minutes left before the agreed time. Chu Zihang found a corner and stood silently, estimating that the time was almost up before he came to the door.

"I'm coming!"

Brother Snoopy opened the door with a loud noise.

As soon as he saw Chu Zihang, he showed a big smile.

He enthusiastically welcomed this fellow junior into the room.

There was a lot of complaining on his lips, "Just come here. What else do you need to bring? You are such a kid. What can I say?"

Chu Zihang nodded.

A woman walked out of the kitchen. She was very thin, with an oval face, and her eyes were as black as her hair. She always smiled, a light and gentle smile.

"You are the junior brother Shitou mentioned."

"Come on, come on in and sit down!"

"The food will be ready soon, please wait a moment."

Chu Zihang hummed.

"sister in law."

The woman pursed her lips and smiled, invited him to sit down in the living room, brought fruit biscuits, asked Chu Zihang again, and then poured a cup of barley tea.

"Xiao Bin, call me uncle quickly."

Brother Snoopy said to his child.

The child was staring at Chu Zihang curiously.

"Really, what are you talking about!"

The woman patted the senior brother gently.

"What uncle? Calling me brother is just calling a child old."

Xiao Bin was obviously very afraid of strangers. He just hid behind his father and looked at Chu Zihang with his big black eyes.

Chu Zihang took out the Ultraman model.

Xiaobin's eyes suddenly lit up.

"Thank you soon, brother!"

said the man.

Chu Zihang's eyes circled around the three members of his senior brother's family.

He silently lowered his eyes.

The food was sumptuous, and there was a bowl full of braised large intestine. It was obvious that the woman had put a lot of thought into it.

"Come, junior brother."

The man greeted Chu Zihang warmly.

"The braised large intestine is extremely spicy. Your sister-in-law prepared the ingredients herself. Try it and see if it tastes right."

"Thanks."

Chu Zihang took a chopstick and put it in his mouth.

Senior brothers and women all looked at him expectantly.

"delicious."

Chu Zihang said.

Hearing this, senior brother burst into laughter.

"Let me tell you, this is what your sister-in-law does!"

The man raised his thumbs up triumphantly, causing the woman to quietly kick her under the table.

After eating, Chu Zihang and his senior brother went out for a walk to eat.

The man talked about Chu Zihang's studies and told him earnestly not to work too hard. He only had one life, and nothing would be lost after death.

Chu Zihang remembered the figure of this man standing in front of him on the ground floor of the unfinished building that day.

What was the man thinking about when he said he only had one life?

When Lin parted, the man carefully observed the surroundings and spoke to Chu Zihang after confirming that no one was around.

"Be careful about that Han Ye."

"Um?"

The man looked solemn.

"Have you read the follow-up report?"

"Let's follow the line of unfinished buildings and check upwards."

"The former Soviet Union, Maozi."

Senior brother said.

"Don't forget where Han Ye is from."

Chu Zihang also knows what the senior brother said.

The level of the safe house where Thousand Faces is located is obviously not something that an ordinary hybrid can possess.

There must be some organization behind him.

In addition, Qianmen also masters the technology of using music to control Deadpool.

After the unfinished building incident, Deadpool and the gramophone that controlled them were all secretly transported back to Kassel by the commissioners of the Execution Department. Now, two months later, they have probably been almost dismantled by the geniuses of the Equipment Department.

I don’t know what the results of their research are.

Technical reverse engineering is an extremely difficult task, but with the capabilities of the equipment department, it may not be possible to gain anything.

As for the clues mentioned by the senior brother, Chu Zihang also saw it in the report.

According to speculation, the builder behind the safe house is probably the red giant.

They used a Big Brother attitude to send a large number of scholars, engineers and scientists to support the new China.

Perhaps during that time period, a safe house was left behind.

"Junior brother, do you think that person was really careless when he opened the door to the safe house?"

said the man.

"A mixed breed, a mixed breed with A-level bloodline, is tired after just two steps?"

He smiled.

"Who believes it?"

Chu Zihang thought of Han Ye's behavior at the elevator door that day.

"I see."

At eight o'clock in the evening, Chu Zihang returned home.

Open the door, straighten out the crooked high heels, and straighten them.

Chu Zihang saw his mother on the sofa in the living room.

She was curled up in the corner like a baby, with large swaths of skin dazzlingly white.

Chu Zihang glanced at the air conditioner. It was 17 degrees, the lowest.

Picking up the remote control and adjusting it to 24 degrees, Chu Zihang took a coat and put it on his mother. The woman was obviously drunk and talked some incomprehensible nonsense. Chu Zihang went to the kitchen to make a glass of milk. I tried the temperature and it was just right.

He helped the woman up.

"Mom, have a glass of milk."

"You'll get a headache if you sleep like this. Drink a glass of milk."

Chu Zihang gently coaxed his mother.

His gentle look can make girls from Shilan Middle School scream until they faint.

"Zihang, Zihang!"

The woman smiled stupidly.

"You're back, Zihang!"

"Yeah, Mom."

"I'm back."

Please ask the nanny to take care of this woman, don't let her catch a cold, and don't fall asleep and fall on the floor, she is like this, such a big person is still like a child, she must drink a glass of warm milk before going to bed, otherwise she will sleep Not stable.

Chu Zihang returned to the room, took a shower for three minutes, and walked out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel.

He didn't get laid.

Instead, he sat down at his desk.

A desk lamp casts a circle of light.

Illuminate a piece of white paper.

and a paperweight of conch on white paper.

On Lu Mingfei's birthday a month ago, the reason why he said that he could tell Conch what was on his mind was because Chu Zihang himself did so.

Not just moms.

The same goes for Chu Zihang.

Just like a child.

If he would do such a childish thing as talking to a conch and tell it to others, no one would be able to associate it with Chu Zihang.

The image gap is also too big.

Chu Zihang was silent for a long time facing the white paper.

Finally, he picked up the pen.

Start writing a letter.

This time I am writing to my future self.

A dark room.

A small light.

The boy standing tall at the table.

Time seems to have lost its meaning here.

Chu Zihang wrote letters all night.

No sleep method.

As the name suggests, you can't sleep.

Chu Zihang will use his eternal sobriety to suppress the hybrid's desire to kill.

For ordinary mixed-race people, or for anyone other than Chu Zihang, using this method to maintain their spirits would be a narrow escape.

Normal people will die suddenly if they don't sleep for seven days.

Chu Zihang will have no sleep for the rest of his life.

If Lu Mingfei hadn't used the Great Vision method of Buddhism, the sleepless method would have had no chance of success.

According to Chu Zihang's understanding, the so-called great aspirations are like precepts. As long as he persists in sleeplessness, the spiritual power of human personality will increase and grow at an incredible speed.

But the road is too difficult.

Lu Mingfei explained the pros and cons to him at the very beginning.

The advantage is the rapid benefits of mental rest.

As for the disadvantages.

Once asleep, once the precept is broken.

The human personality is severely damaged.

Moreover, all the cultivation methods of cultivating the mind were wasted and ceased to exist.

It doesn't matter that many years of hard work have come to nothing. The main reason is Chu Zihang's dragon-like personality's counterattack. Then he will really fall into the Deadpool immediately, no matter what he thinks.

It's almost like Stud in Texas Hold'em, either making rapid progress and becoming Waigang within a few years.

Or die.

The moment you start practicing the sleepless method.

Chu Zihang put everything on the line.

But in the final analysis, for him.

This is just repeating the previous decision.

They all trade their lives for strength.

No big deal.

Is not it?

The night ends and the day dawns.

Chu Zihang stopped writing very early.

He sat facing the wall like Bodhidharma in the Buddhist story.

Just sat there until dawn.

He didn't trade pain for sobriety by pricking his fingers with needles.

But think.

Or memories.

Reminiscing about his life.

According to Lu Mingfei, it is to strengthen the power of human personality and find a fulcrum.

Its daybreak.

Chu Zihang stood up slowly.

He went to take a shower.

Wash away the sweat dripping from your body.

The boy bowed his head slightly under the rushing water.

Every night when practicing the sleepless method is a life-and-death fight.

Once you fall asleep, you die.

Anyone else would have completely collapsed under such horrific psychological pressure.

Only him, Chu Zihang.

It's like this every night,

Set foot on the battlefield again and again.

Never retreated.

So far, it’s already more than February.

Chu Zihang spread his hands.

A ball of flame levitated out of thin air.

Like a cute and docile little beast.

The sudden high temperature caused steam to rise in the bathroom.

Chu Zihang turned over his hand and put away the fire.

Junyan.

If the professor of spirituality or ancestry in Kassel had seen this scene just now, he would probably scratch his bald hair and scream in disbelief.

That's Jun Yan!

High-risk words!

As docile as a pet.

You know, it was also Chu Zihang two months ago. The Junyan he used could only be used as an explosion at best, and he even had to have the awareness of dying together every time.

But now!

Chu Zihang changed into clothes and picked up his bag.

Inside is Murasame, his father's sword.

And the necessary visa and passport to go abroad.

Nothing else.

He is such a person who owns very little and can rush to the battlefield at any time with a knife.

When I came downstairs, my mother was still awake, sleeping on the sofa covered with a blanket, like some kind of small animal.

Chu Zihang paused, went to the kitchen, quietly made breakfast, and put it in the incubator.

He left a note for the sleeping woman.

Chu Zihang said obediently.

"Mom, I'm leaving."

He turned around and opened the door.

There was such a moment.

The boy's back overlapped with that of the man.

This is also normal.

After all, he is the man left in this world.

The last traces.

…………

Children's Palace, martial arts class.

There was a young man standing on the ring.

He gasped for air, his martial arts uniform was completely wet with sweat. Occasionally he would shake his head and shake off large beads of sweat. With such movements, he gained a moment of clarity and tried his best to open his eyes.

"hold onto!"

he shouted to himself in his mind.

"hold onto!"

"The teacher is watching you!"

"I want to win!"

Lu Mingfei stood in the audience with his arms folded.

All the disciples held their breath and concentrated, and no one made a sound.

at some point.

Just listen to what Lu Mingfei said.

"tell me your name."

The young man on the ring took a deep breath.

"Chen Jiumo."

he said hoarsely.

"Teacher, my name is Chen Jiumo!"

Before he knew it, Lu Mingfei stood in front of him.

"Chen Jiumo."

He read the young man's name.

The solemn expression melted away.

It was replaced by a smile as warm as the spring sun.

"I remember."

Lu Mingfei gently put his hand on the young man's head.

Chen Jiumo felt refreshed and refreshed.

It's different all over the world.

Something was locked and opened.

He felt more at ease than he had ever felt before.

It's like a wanderer returning to his hometown after many years of wandering.

Suddenly I shed tears.

Just listen to Lu Mingfei's voice echoing in the dojo.

"I fought ten battles without losing a single one."

"You are already number one in this arena."

"Jiu Mo, let me ask you."

Lu Mingfei smiled.

"I would like to practice martial arts."

The young man lowered his head, and no matter how hard he clenched his fists, he couldn't stop his whole body from trembling.

In the past two months, I have been practicing martial arts in stances and martial arts, practicing martial arts when I am awake and practicing martial arts in my dreams.

Scenes of scenes flashed through my mind.

He remembered what Master Lu had said more than once.

If you are kind, God will not let you down.

From the deepest part of the throat, word by word.

He said.

"I do."

"That's it."

Lu Mingfei chuckled.

"Just open the door."

PS: Serious kavin.

It is not a matter of details and outline.

Just very sad.

I don't want to write a word.

I think cats are trash.

Life is meaningless.

How can I describe this state?

There are a few days every month.

Anyway, I'm done.

Maybe just take a nap and it'll be fine, that's how it used to be.

As a man, there are always a few days every month, it’s just a matter of time.

Hhh.

If I don’t save my manuscript, I just can’t stand it.