Chapter 429 Let Me Check Your Illness

Zheng Xun hadn't recovered yet. When he heard the doorbell, he looked up alertly.

The house he rented was very large, more than 100 square meters. The front door and bedroom were far apart.

The doorbell rang three times, and Zheng Xun was looking for a suitable self-defense weapon.

The person outside the door didn't plan to wait, so he directly entered the password to open the door.

Zheng Xun: ? ? ?

He rented the house alone, and the password of the password lock had been changed long ago. How could anyone know it?

Zheng Xun put the cat down and looked in the kitchen. He didn't find any knives, only a pot.

At this time, he remembered that he was a lazy person. When cooking, he never liked to cut vegetables. He only used scissors to cut them and cut directly at the pot. He didn't consider any dishes that couldn't be cut with scissors.

Zheng Xun picked up the pot resignedly and walked to the door cautiously.

The person outside the door had already opened the door and was changing his shoes. As soon as he turned around, Zheng Xun's pot was about to hit him in the face.

The man dodged quickly. Facing Zheng Xun's sudden attack, he was not angry, and even smiled good-temperedly.

"Zheng Xun, I haven't seen you for a long time. You actually greeted me in such a warm way?"

This man was much older than Zheng Xun, wearing a long black coat over a casual suit.

He was holding a computer bag in one hand, and looked at Zheng Xun who was swinging the pot with both hands with a smile.

They had similar facial features.

Looking at this face, some neglected memories suddenly came up.

"Brother... why are you here?"

Zheng Xun put down the iron pot in his hand angrily.

This is Zheng Xun's brother, Zheng Lin.

Zheng Lin was on a business trip for several months to participate in a scientific research project. As soon as he came back, he rushed to his brother's house to see if he was still alive.

"I sent you a message. It's good if you can reply to one out of ten. Is my brother a debt collector?"

Zheng Lin took off his coat and hung it up while scolding his brother.

Zheng Xun put the pot back to where it was and defended himself.

"Brother, you can send me a hundred messages a day, and I'm already very respectful if I reply to ten. I'm not a free 24-hour chat companion!"

"I'm too bored in meetings, and I'm tired."

"As a leading figure in the academic world, you're just slacking off in public. Be careful that your students will learn bad things from you."

Zheng Lin is young and promising. He was promoted to professor early and has taught several classes of students.

Listening to Zheng Xun's quibbling with him, he mentioned his students again.

"Students make me angry, and you're not honest. I'm so angry all day long, and I'm full of anger."

Zheng Xun laughed twice, and the doorbell rang again.

"Who is it?"

"I ordered takeout. I bought some food and put it in your house to prevent you from starving to death."

It was Zheng Lin who opened the door. He took two large bags of supermarket goods from the takeout boy, thanked him, and closed the door.

Zheng Xun poked his head out of the kitchen, holding a loofah in his hand, and scrubbing the pot in circles.

"Brother, did you buy food? Thank you, thank you."

"Don't thank me, just make me less angry, thank you."

After taking off his coat, Zheng Lin rolled up his shirt sleeves and went into the bathroom to wash his hands.

He heard the sound of clanging from the kitchen, Zheng Xun was fuming again.

"Zheng Xun, if you burn the pot again this time, go buy a new one yourself."

"Brother, I won't!"

Zheng Lin listened to his quibbling, wiped his hands with the towel he put here, and without delay, went straight into the kitchen and rescued the iron pot that had just been bought three days ago from Zheng Xun.

"Put the things in the bag in the refrigerator, I'll cook."

It happened that Zheng Xun didn't like to cook, so he just acted as a hands-off boss, threw everything to his brother, ran to pick up the bag and put it on the dining table.

Zheng Lin asked him to put the food in the refrigerator, but he didn't act immediately. Instead, he searched inside, opened a bag of snacks, and sat at the dining table to eat with relish.

Ms. Zheng ran out of the bedroom and rubbed against him with her short legs. Zheng Xun wrote a cat note to Ms. Zheng, one person and one cat, neither of them is good at anything, they only know how to eat.

Zheng Lin is indeed an all-round brother, he cooked four dishes and one soup in Zheng Xun's extremely simple kitchen.

Zheng Lin did not change his expression when he found that the food in the bag was only messed up, and none of them were put into the refrigerator. As if he had known this would happen, he asked Zheng Xun to bring the remaining two dishes from the kitchen.

Zheng Xun brought the last dish and sat face to face with his brother.

He looked a little dazed.

He seemed to have easily accepted the reality of returning to the original world, and his experience in the White Tower world was like a gorgeous and cruel dream.

And, strangely, as soon as he arrived at the White Tower, he forgot the existence of Zheng Lin and Ms. Zheng, and only thought of himself as a poor and lonely guy, with no memory of his family at all.

But Ms. Zheng was his cat that he had raised for three years, and Zheng Lin was his brother who grew up with him.

Zheng Xun held the rice bowl in one hand and the chopsticks in the other.

He didn't move his chopsticks for a long time, just staring at the dishes that looked so good.

"Why don't you eat? Can you be full just by looking at them?"

Zheng Lin asked his brother what he was doing.

"Brother..."

Zheng Xun looked very hesitant.

"Just say it, don't worry. What kind of you have I not seen?"

"I'm afraid if I tell you, you will think I'm a psychopath."

"You tell me, I listen."

Zheng Xun told Zheng Lin all his experiences in the White Tower world, including the thrilling and difficult dungeons he participated in, Sister Hong, Xiaoyin, Dahei, Yiyuan and Nanqiang, and the friends he met in that world.

Zheng Lin listened quietly throughout the whole process without interrupting, and even ate slowly, as if he was not shocked by Zheng Xun's speech at all.

Zheng Xun's mouth was dry from talking, he drank a sip of warm water and asked his brother.

"Professor Zheng, I'm done. Why don't you express your opinion?"

"Yeah."

Zheng Lin wiped his mouth with a tissue and threw it into the trash can under the table, then took out another one and bent down to wipe the face of Ms. Zheng, who was eating so much that even her eyelashes were stained.

"I have an idea."

"What?"

In Zheng Xun's expectant face, Zheng Lin let go of Ms. Zheng who was struggling.

"My idea is... my brother is really a psychopath."

"..."

Zheng Xun was dissatisfied.

"Brother, I'm angry, especially angry."

"You can be angry," Zheng Lin didn't indulge him at all, "eat your meal after you're angry."

He couldn't be hungry even if he was angry, so Zheng Xun compromised, picked up the chopsticks again, thought about it, and put them down again.

"Brother, what I said is true, especially true."

Zheng Lin didn't take it seriously at all.

"I'm not studying mental and psychological issues. Don't worry, your brother has a wide network of contacts. We'll ask an expert to come and see you someday."

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