Your skills are excellent, and now I have them too.

Chapter 7 Come to the school to find me

On the dining table were a tea canister, a bottle of Erguotou liquor that was about a third full, a new pack of tissues, and an empty tissue bag. On the sofa, a thin blanket was haphazardly folded into a ball and tossed in a corner.

Zhou Changsheng's room was messy but not dirty. He just didn't have the habit of tidying up, but there wasn't much dust or stains.

He haphazardly arranged the things on the table, asked Lu Zhao to sit down first, then went to the kitchen and busied himself for a while before bringing out a few washed cucumbers.

"No fruit, but this will have to do."

Who would be so kind as to use cucumbers as substitute for fruit?

Lu Zhao waved his hand: "I ate too much at noon, I'm not hungry for now."

Zhou Changsheng ignored him, grabbed a bottle, took a bite, then spun the bottle halfway around, looked at the label, and asked, "Where did this come from?"

"Stealn from home."

"hey-hey."

Zhou Changsheng grinned crookedly. "These past few days, the wine we bought was all for giving away, right? You brought it to me? Aren't you afraid of getting beaten up?"

Lu Zhao remained calm and composed: "How can anything be accomplished if you're always looking before and after the fact?"

Ok?

Zhou Changsheng couldn't help but glance at him again.

At least I was decisive enough, and I didn't regret it after I finished, so it was pretty good.

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Then Lu Zhao added, "Anyway, I had my sister replace the packaging with vinegar. She thought I was trying to hide it from my parents, but actually I wanted her to take the blame if something went wrong. I'm going to beat her up."

? ?

Zhou Changsheng felt it was a waste of praise.

Lu Zhao continued, "No matter what, if we can learn something real from Teacher Zhou, what are two bottles of wine? Two bottles a year wouldn't be enough."

Zhou Changsheng took out a cigarette, lit it, and his eyes became blurry from the smoke: "I won't teach you anything real. It's not that I'm targeting you, but I won't teach anyone. Everyone has their own destiny."

What is fate?

"To be alive is to have a life."

Lu Zhao clapped his hands: "Hey! That's right, if you don't teach me, I might be dead."

Zhou Changsheng leaned back on the sofa, a cigarette between his fingers: "Maybe it's because I taught you that you lost your life."

How about we talk philosophy?

Lu Zhao was about to retort when he saw the other person sit up and say firmly, "Take the wine back, so your sister doesn't get beaten up."

"You've already brought everything inside, and you expect me to take it all back? Who do you think you are!"

Lu Zhao, without any hesitation, immediately got to work. "Open a bottle, I'll treat you to a drink. I won't teach you anything real, just a little battlefield experience, is that too much to ask?"

Actually, his original intention was not to learn any peerless martial arts, but to get his hands on that red special skill first.

However, Zhou Changsheng is a man of considerable influence and high aspirations, making him difficult to deal with. After much effort, he only managed to get 6% of the goods loaded, so he decided to try to find a solution at the dinner table.

Soon, the remaining cucumbers were turned into smashed cucumbers, and another plate of fried peanuts was added.

Ding.

With the two small glasses clinking together, we finally got down to business.

"To talk about the battlefield, we must first talk about the system. The largest and most basic unit in the Qin army is called the Qin Warriors."

Zhou Changsheng wasn't one to dawdle, so since he'd already drunk the wine, he started to say what he could say.

"If possible, you must try your best to leave the military and rise through the ranks."

Although Zhou Changsheng didn't teach any so-called "real stuff," he spoke practical advice: "Kui Mu Star is the last supply station for this expedition. However, it will take at least half a year to get there by Kun-type transport ship. This time is for you to cultivate on your own. If you can develop something, you will have the opportunity to leave the Wu Zu and be absorbed into a more elite force."

"What's the difference between a more elite force?" Lu Zhao asked.

"It's not a difference, it's an advantage."

Zhou Changsheng said, "Elite troops have more abundant logistical resources, more professional doctors in their medical teams, and better quality medicines and equipment, resulting in a much lower casualty rate. Don't you want to live?"

"Understood."

Zhou Changsheng smiled slightly and raised his glass again: "Do what you can. If you can't drink, then don't drink."

.....

Thirty minutes later.

"brother!"

Zhou Changsheng's cheeks were flushed, and he put his arm around Lu Zhao's shoulder, his tongue throbbing as if it were swollen. "Let me tell you! That was a close call! That barbarian king of the desolate star was so tall! At least five thousand meters tall, and I fought him one-on-one, hiccup~"

"Teacher Zhou, you've had too much to drink."

Lu Zhao was speechless.

You're telling me to drink within my limits with this little alcohol tolerance? Less than three ounces!

Zhou Changsheng glared with his dazed eyes: "What do you mean, 'drunk'?! I'm not drunk!"

"Why do you call me brother if I'm not busy?" Lu Zhao pointed to himself.

They are about two cycles apart in age.

Zhou Changsheng followed his finger and stared at the swaying face for a moment, then said, "Oh, I misspoke, not brother."

"Thankfully, at least it's not completely..."

"Big brother!"

Zhou Changsheng patted Lu Zhao's shoulders hard with both hands, almost making him disappear into the crack of the sofa. "Long time no see, big brother."

"How come you're called the 'big brother' again?!"

"Then you are... Dad?"

"....."

Lu Zhao was completely numb.

I originally wanted to drink a little longer to speed up the loading progress, but this guy got drunk way too fast. I only managed to get 5% done before he was already completely out of it.

"Alright, alright, let's leave it at that for now, Teacher Zhou. Get some sleep, you have class tomorrow."

"You look down on me!"

Zhou Changsheng pointed at him, angrily picking up the glass of wine that was still more than half full, "Are you looking down on me? I can hold my liquor! I can still drink."

Suck.

He downed most of the glass in one gulp.

Within two minutes, he slumped onto the sofa and started snoring.

"Perfect, I can finally fall asleep and have some peace and quiet."

Lu Zhao got up, took the cups, plates, bowls and chopsticks on the table to the kitchen, washed a few empty bowls and hung them to dry on the sink. When he looked up, he saw several pots of flowers on the balcony.

He also has flowers on his balcony, planted by Zhang Shuhua. She takes good care of them every day, and they grow very well, with vigorous growth from roots to leaves. However, the pots here are all drooping, as if they were not taken care of after being planted, and he always forgets to take care of them.

He wanted to analyze Zhou Changsheng's past from the above, but unfortunately he didn't have the special ability to do so.

Finally, he could only return to the living room, put the remaining bottle of wine into the cabinet, glance at the clock, and see that it was only seven o'clock in the evening, much earlier than expected.

He then took the opportunity to tidy up the things in the living room.

Although this might seem a bit utilitarian, as the saying goes, one doesn't hit a smiling face. Even if a normal person doesn't appreciate it, they won't be offended. If they really are offended, then it's basically impossible to win over such an eccentric person before enlisting, so it doesn't matter.

"Go home."

Lu Zhao wiped the sweat from his face, tiptoed to the door, glanced at Zhou Changsheng who had settled into a sleeping position on the sofa, then went back and picked up a thin blanket from the corner to cover him.

However, when his hand, which was clutching the blanket, moved closer to Zhou Changsheng's chest, the sleeping man suddenly opened his eyes.

Those were no longer the sleepy eyes of a lazy, drunkard, but murderous eyes, eyes that dared to challenge the Barbarian King of the Wild Star.

Seemingly triggered by being approached in his sleep, his right hand, veins bulging, shot straight for Lu Zhao's throat.

I want to die! I want to die! I want to die!

Lu Zhao felt a strong sense of oppression, and his heart pounded. Perhaps this was what was called murderous intent.

Dog Breathing!

His muscles tensed instantly, and he exerted force with his legs, unleashing speed and power that no ordinary person could match, leaping back two steps.

Swish.

Zhou Changsheng followed as if he had teleported, his two fingers never leaving Lu Zhao's throat.

But it didn't fall.

"..."

Although his instincts were triggered in his sleep, he woke up in an instant.

Zhou Changsheng's eyes swept over Lu Zhao several times, and he said in his still slightly slurred speech, "Come to school to see me tomorrow."

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