Chapter 495 Meeting Between Ding Yuan and Dong Zhuo

In the summer evening, the sky is gradually dyed with a gentle orange-red color, and the soft and long sunshine shines through the sparse clouds, covering the earth with a golden veil.

Even though the days are long and the nights are short in summer, it is far from nightfall now, but the living room of 3602 is already brightly lit.

Nanfeng's old-fashioned record player has been temporarily requisitioned by Zi Qiao, and the melodious and soothing melody flows out in the never-separated kiss of the pointer and the record.

Alexandre Dumas, who rarely took off his suit and put on an apron, was setting the plate for a Russian-style meal that he had prepared, while at the same time he was chanting an unknown modern poem in an ups and downs.

"For freedom and the love of a prodigal, I wander in the dryness of autumn leaves. For the heel of flowing water and clouds, rain falls every night.

"For freedom, for the gentleness of the past, I feel like the west wind in my grief. I hold a handful of loess for the drowning that I have never thought about.

"For the sake of freedom and the unrestrained spirit of a drunkard, I brew a pot of wine that will be empty. For those who have said goodbye, I live a freedom that will never be seen again."

"Dad, this is a dinner party with friends, not a date with a rich woman. Why are you doing all the bells and whistles?"

Ziqiao put down the game controller with a look of despair. The big screen opposite him clearly showed the KO ending scene of the character he controlled being killed by Guan Gu's Mario and falling to the ground.

"It's all your dad's fault. The bad music and modern poetry you created have affected my performance too much."

Alexandre Dumas gently held up his slipped glasses with his palms and looked at Ziqiao with disdain.

"I told you, in our business, you must never leave your fists and never leave your mouth. If you don't develop this habit, even if you are not unfamiliar, you will not be able to react to unexpected situations in the future."

Guan Gu, who won easily, did not give Zi Qiao any face: "We are sitting here together listening to music and listening to my godfather reading poems. How can I win?"

He put down the controller and made a mocking gesture towards Zi Qiao: "Don't make excuses. It's obvious that your fighting skills are too bad."

"Practice more if you are good at it. Don't play if you can't afford to lose. In the past, it was... No, you were no match for me before."

"Are you challenging me?"

Although Zi Qiao had been defeated by Guan Gu in eighteen sets, he still said unconvinced: "If we have the ability, let's play another set. I will definitely kill you instantly!"

Guangu shook his head disdainfully: "Forget it, we have played more than ten games, and you haven't even lost half of your health to me."

"That's because you feel so good today. If you have the ability to let Nanfeng come, I will definitely kill him!"

"You want Nanfeng to play fighting games with you? Zi Qiao, you are so shameless."

Guangu said disdainfully: "If you want to pick a weak persimmon, then why don't you choose Teacher Zeng?"

Zi Qiao curled his lips disdainfully: "Nanfeng is still good at it, but at most he can't fight a protracted battle. Teacher Zeng's level is not as good as a simple man-machine, and beating him is worse than driving a stake."

"Hey, don't try to blackmail me while I'm not around, okay?"

Xiaoxian, Meijia and Wanyu, who was still a little distracted, had just arrived at the door of 3602 when they heard Ziqiao's taunting.

Meijia blinked her big watery eyes and asked, "I heard Yifei say that my godfather wants to treat us to an authentic Russian-style meal. Is it true?"

Zi Qiao pursed her lips in the direction of the kitchen: "Chen Meijia, you can't smell and you're blind."

"roll!"

Meijia said, picking up a pillow and hitting Zi Qiao on the head: "Lv Zi Qiao, your godfather is cooking over there, but you still have the nerve to play games here."

Zi Qiao covered her head and shouted angrily: "Dad said that I became more and more busy helping in the kitchen, so I came here to compete with Guan Gu. Chen Meijia, can you be reasonable?"

"snort."

Meijia ignored Ziqiao's protest. She turned around, greeted Dumas with a smile, and went back to the room to get clothes and prepare to take a shower.

It was such a hot summer day, and the three of them came back from outside all covered in stinky sweat. Teacher Zeng and Wan Yu had already taken care of it, but she was the only one who still stank.

Xiaoxian and Wanyu also said hello to Dumas, and then gathered around Ziqiao.

Xiaoxian put his arms around Guan Gu and Zi Qiao's shoulders. He looked at Zi Qiao and asked excitedly: "How is it? How is it?"

"What's going on?" Zi Qiao looked confused.

"I'm asking you, how was your match with Yifei?"

"How is the battle going? Who wins and who loses?"

Xiaoxian licked his lips nervously: "Let me tell you, Lu Ziqiao, I made a bet with Hu Yifei to support you. You must not let me down."

"Teacher Zeng, are you telling the truth?" Wan Yu, who had regained her energy a little, teased, "You obviously supported Zi Qiao just to make a bet with Yifei."

Xiaoxian said awkwardly: "It's all the same, it's all the same."

"Oh, so that's what you're asking about, Teacher Zeng."

Zi Qiao shrugged and replied casually: "It should be regarded as neither losing nor winning."

Strictly speaking, they didn't even officially start the game, so of course it was a deadlock.

However, Yifei, who had just experienced the biggest social death in history, was obviously not in the mood to continue launching the competition, so the incident was probably over.

"A tie?"

Xiaoxian was shocked when he heard this. He originally thought that Zi Qiao would definitely beat Yifei in terms of deceiving people, but the final result turned out to be a tie.

This is too hasty!

He asked anxiously: "No, how can this kind of game be a draw?"

"And you guys are tied, so how should the bet between Yifei and I be calculated?"

In order to teach Yifei a big lesson and hear her words of praise from her, Xiaoxian specially wrote a 30,000-word manuscript in the past few days. The entire manuscript was full of talent and literary talent.

He was waiting for Yifei to fail in the competition, and then threw this article praising him in her face, asking her to fulfill her bet.

The result is now a tie?

[Then I didn’t write so many words for nothing! 】

Zeng Xiaoxian: (╯▔ dishes▔)╯! ! !

Zi Qiao shrugged: "How else can we calculate it? Either lose or win."

Although he didn't know what kind of bet Teacher Zeng made with Yifei, he could understand his feelings.

After all, judging from Teacher Zeng's personality, I'm afraid he has been fantasizing about the highlight scene of himself slapping Yifei in the face these days.

That kind of excitement and anticipation is like the feeling that Teacher Zeng had in the dead of night, preparing tissues and panting while sliding the progress bar.

As a result, he was looking forward to it, and when he was about to reach the climax, the power was cut off in the community.

That feeling of neither getting better nor getting better...

Tsk tsk tsk.

But in this situation, everyone can only feel wronged by Zeng Xiaoxian.

Anyway, Zi Qiao asked himself that he would not dare to tell Teacher Zeng about Yifei's mistake.

Zi Qiao, who has rich social life experience, knows that if she laughs at her severely in front of the social worker, she may not be in trouble.

But if she dared to spread the news about her social death further, especially to her nemesis, and gave her nemesis the opportunity to stand in front of her and ridicule her, the consequences would be...

Yifei is just socially dead, but she is not really dead.

Since she is not dead, then the person who spread the news about her death will really die.

"Depend on!"

Zeng Xiaoxian was extremely wronged.

This plot is wrong, right? Justice will prevail, right?

"Teacher Zeng, the world is so beautiful, why can't you always think about winning Yifei?"

Yu Mo walked in with small steps, followed by Zhang Wei, Zhan Bo and curry sauce.

"Hello godfather!"

Several people warmly greeted Alexandre Dumas who was busy in the kitchen.

Alexandre Dumas smiled with a smile on his face: "Oh, my God, this prison is really full of miracles, how come this beautiful girl and handsome boy come one after another."

"Ziqiao, why don't you introduce the new friends to me?"

“Dad, this is Zhan Bo, Yifei’s younger brother.

"This is curry sauce, my roommate. You should know Yu Mo and Zhang Wei."

Alexandre Dumas bowed slightly towards the four of them: "Hello, nice to meet you."

Curry Sauce smiled naively and said: "We are also very happy to meet you, godfather.

"...When will we have dinner?"

"curry!"

Yu Mo pulled Curry Sauce's arm, and she criticized in a low voice: "You can't be so rude."

Curry Sauce held her stomach and felt aggrieved: "I'm not rude, I'm just hungry."

"It's okay, I just like guests with appetites. This will make me feel that the meal I carefully prepared was not in vain."

Alexandre Dumas smiled kindly and said: "Please wait a little longer for the curry sauce, it will be ready soon."

"Thank you godfather."

Zhan Bo squeezed in between Zi Qiao and Guan Gu. He smiled and said, "Are you playing a fighting game? Let me meet you for a while!"

Guan Gu finally found his savior: "Zhan Bo, come quickly, Zi Qiao is really too good."

Zi Qiao said harshly: "Who said that? I just didn't feel good today."

Wanyu looked up and saw that two people were missing: "By the way, where are Nanfeng and Yifei?"

Zhang Wei sat casually on the sofa and looked at the review materials: "Nan Feng and Yifei seem to have gone to deal with the perverted scum in the swimming pool. They will probably be back soon."

When Zi Qiao heard this, his hands couldn't help but tremble slightly.

Yu Mo glanced at Zi Qiao and asked thoughtfully, "Ziqiao, you seem very nervous. Isn't this the perverted scumbag in the swimming pool you again?"

Before Zi Qiao could speak, Nanfeng had already rushed in with a swinging stick.

"Lu Ziqiao, you bastard, you are the one who caused the trouble again!"

Zi Qiao, who was already on tenterhooks, jumped up when he heard Nan Feng's footsteps.

He put on a smile that was uglier than crying, and backed away repeatedly: "Nan, Nanfeng..."

Nanfeng shouted angrily: "You can make such a big fuss even if you go to a swimming pool, and also implicate Xiao Hei.

"Come here and see if I can beat you to death. That's it!"

"Nanfeng, Zheng, the whole thing is a misunderstanding!"

Ziqiao was frightened and shouted aggrievedly: "I really don't know if the three of them are related. You can't let me check her household registration before picking up a girl."

Nanfeng sneered: "I know it was a misunderstanding, so I am the one here to teach you a lesson.

"If it wasn't a misunderstanding, it would be Yifei who would come to chop you with a kitchen knife, you perverted scumbag!"

"Stop talking nonsense, tonight you will either be beaten to death by me, or I will wait for Yifei to come up and make you die a miserable death!"

Before he finished speaking, he attacked Zi Qiao. When Zi Qiao saw this, he immediately ran away.

The remaining group of people looked at each other and huddled together, for fear that the city gate would catch fire and harm Chiyu.

After all, Zi Qiao just needs to escape Nanfeng's pursuit, and they, who are watching the battle for fun, have a lot to think about.

The two of them chased each other and arrived at the kitchen area in a matter of seconds.

"Dad, save me!"

Ziqiao quickly came to Alexandre Dumas for shelter.

Alexandre Dumas protected Ziqiao behind him, and he looked at Nanfeng, still smiling kindly and decently.

"Who are you, little friend?"

"I am Ziqiao's adoptive father!"

The angry Nanfeng realized something was wrong after he finished speaking, and he took a deep breath to calm himself down.

"Sorry, godfather, I was just talking nonsense. My name is Nanfeng, and I am Ziqiao's friend."

"It's okay, it's normal for young people to like to recognize adoptive fathers."

Alexandre Dumas stretched out his hand to Nanfeng and said, "Nice to meet you, Mr. Dong."

Nanfeng was stunned when he heard this, and then he laughed out loud.

"Nice to meet you, Mr. Ding."

The two shook hands politely.

Guan Gu asked in a low voice curiously, "What do you mean by Mr. Dong and Mr. Ding? Isn't Nanfeng's surname Chu?"

Xiaoxian explained with a smile, "Aren't Lü Bu's godfather and adoptive father Ding Yuan and Dong Zhuo?"

Here it comes