novelTele Chapter 95 We might have caught a big fish.
Chapter 95 We might have caught a big fish.
Chapter 95 We might have caught a big fish.
Beijing, Dongcheng District, Wutong Lane.
Lu Yiran rolled the last piece of roast duck into her mouth, squinting her eyes in satisfaction, like a cat that had stolen a fish.
Looking at his daughter's greasy lips, Lu Zhenhua finally smiled, and his mood improved considerably.
"How are you feeling?!" Lu Yiran swallowed the roast duck and asked Lu Zhenhua.
Lu Zhenhua paused, his chopsticks still on his hands, and gave an awkward smile. "I've been in a great mood the whole time!"
"Come on, old man, don't lie to me. You've been acting really strange today, ever since you picked me up this afternoon," Lu Yiran said. "Before, when you came to the capital to see me, you treated me like a three-year-old, micromanaging everything I did. Today, while we were shopping, you checked your phone at least eight times."
Lu Zhenhua put down his chopsticks, picked up his teacup, and took a sip.
"Don't mention work-related matters, that disobedient little bastard, it's a downer."
Lu Yiran's eyes lit up.
"Oh—who is this person that you hold such a grudge against?"
"Say it would be a downer."
"Then I definitely have to say it." Lu Yiran moved her chair forward, adopting a serious listening posture. "Tell me, your daughter is, after all, a top student from a prestigious university in Beijing. Can I give you some advice?"
Lu Zhenhua glanced at her and almost burst out laughing.
"Forget it, work matters need to be kept secret, let's not mention that little bastard." Lu Zhenhua picked up a piece of green vegetable with his chopsticks, put it in his mouth, chewed it, and then suddenly remembered something.
"By the way, how's your project going?"
Lu Yiran sighed.
"Still adjusting the parameters. The fatigue test results for the bionic muscle fibers haven't been ideal, and my supervisor said we might need to change the material approach. I'll be spending a lot of time in the lab during winter break."
"What about Chinese New Year?"
"We'll see. We might not be able to go back."
Lu Zhenhua didn't say anything, and took another sip of tea.
Looking at his silent profile, Lu Yiran suddenly felt a pang of sadness.
"Dad, why don't you come to Beijing for the New Year? There's a hotel near my lab, the conditions are alright—"
Lu Zhenhua put down his teacup, shook his head, and said, "Forget it, do you think you're the only one who's busy? I only have two days off!"
Lu Yiran opened her mouth, wanting to say something, but thinking about herself, she decided against it. Father and daughter were alike, so neither of them should say anything to the other. She should just wait for the old man to retire.
The waiter brought out the last dish.
"Squirrel-shaped mandarin fish, please enjoy."
The golden, crispy fish is drizzled with sweet and sour sauce, its exquisite presentation accompanied by a sizzling sound.
Lu Zhenhua picked up a piece of fish belly with his chopsticks and put it in his daughter's bowl.
"Eat it while it's hot, it'll taste fishy when it cools down."
Lu Yiran lowered her head, picked up a piece of fish, and said nothing more.
The father and daughter ate quietly for more than ten minutes.
Lu Zhenhua was completely immersed in the warm time he spent with his daughter when his phone vibrated.
He frowned, reluctantly picked it up, and turned on the screen.
Then his expression froze.
Lu Yiran noticed her father's unusual behavior and put down her chopsticks.
"dad?"
Lu Zhenhua did not respond.
He stared at his phone screen, his eyes slowly widening and his pupils gradually contracting.
[Eagle Claw King - Hu Biao: The association is truly inhuman; they sent someone to the hotel to threaten me into withdrawing from the competition. When negotiations failed, they resorted to violence. But—don't they know the saying "youth has an advantage"? Sending an old man, I don't know what they were thinking. [Image]]
Image loaded.
Lu Zhenhua zoomed in on the image.
A middle-aged man sat against the wall in the corner, his arms hanging at an abnormal angle, one leg unable to straighten and the other unable to bend, his whole body looking as if all his bones had been removed and he was scattered there.
The face is clearly visible.
His sideburns were sharply cut, his brow bones were slightly protruding, and his eye sockets were deep-set. "Holy crap!" Lu Zhenhua's hand trembled violently, and he almost dropped his phone, letting out a strange cry. For the first time in ten years, he swore in front of his daughter.
"Dad?!" Lu Yiran stood up.
Lu Zhenhua didn't hear it.
He stared at that face, his mind blank.
Zhao Pohai.
He wouldn't mistake a person.
One of the seven general-level warriors of the Eastern Kingdom.
The only general-level officer outside the system, he was a formidable figure in the martial arts world for over thirty years.
At this moment, he was like a lump of mud, slumped in the corner of the hotel room.
impossible.
This thought was like a needle, piercing his consciousness.
What is the concept of a general officer?
He wasn't entirely sure, but he knew that such a person would have been invincible in ancient times.
And Hu Biao—
A nineteen-year-old college student.
Invincible under heaven?!
Eagle Claw King?
For some reason, he thought of the boasts that Hu Biao had made to him during their two meetings.
"My master accepted me because I am a martial arts prodigy of unparalleled talent, which is why he made an exception for me."
"I'm a genius!"
-
Is this little bastard just bragging?
Did he actually deliver on his boastful promise?!
Lu Zhenhua slowly put down his phone with his mouth slightly open, as if afraid of disturbing something.
My mind went completely blank!
Then he looked up at his daughter.
Lu Yiran was startled by her father's expression.
She had never seen her father like this before.
It wasn't anger, it wasn't fear, but a blank, weightless expression that she couldn't describe, like someone who had stepped into thin air and fallen into an abyss.
"dad----"
"Yiran," Lu Zhenhua said, his voice hoarse, "I'm sorry, I have to go."
Lu Yiran was stunned.
"Now?"
"Now."
Lu Zhenhua stood up, picked up his coat from the back of the chair, his movements mechanical, like a robot controlled by a program.
"What happened?"
"Something terrible has happened, something catastrophic!" He paused, then looked up at his daughter.
"I'm sorry," he said.
Then he turned around and strode outside.
Lu Yiran stood there, watching her father's figure disappear at the restaurant entrance.
The waiter came over with a hot towel and paused for a moment when he saw that there was only one person at the table.
"Madam, you—"
Lu Yiran waved her hand and slowly sat down.
She looked at the almost untouched dishes on the table, suddenly smiled, and shook her head. How should I put it? Twenty years have passed, and she's still the same person. She's gotten used to it. At least, the food on the table is quite delicious.
Weibo #HuBiao is threatened#
#Traditional Martial Arts Association sends people to launch a sneak attack#
#EagleClawKingCountersAttack#
The three topics almost simultaneously became trending topics.
The comment section of Hu Biao's Weibo post has completely exploded.
@NeverAbsentFromEatingGossip: Holy crap! ...
@FightingOldZhang: Wait, wait, wait, am I seeing things? Who is in this photo??
@Chaoyang concerned citizen: That old man looks kind of familiar...wait, I feel like I've seen him somewhere before...
@RationalDiscussionBot: Wait, you guys don't recognize him? This is Zhao Pohai! The Zhao Pohai from the Traditional Martial Arts Association! The one who became famous thirty years ago!!
@Did the Muay Thai King post on Weibo today?: ? ? ? ? ? ? ?
@Anonymous User 12306: I'm devastated. The Traditional Martial Arts Association sent people to the hotel to threaten Hu Biao into withdrawing from the competition, and then the people they sent were killed by Hu Biao instead??
@BeijingSportsFan: Is this old man Zhao Pohai?? No way!?
@EagleClawDiscipleNeverAdmitsDefeat: etc. etc. etc. etc. etc. etc. etc. etc. etc. The traditional martial arts circle has completely lost control.
"Martial Arts Chaos Hodgepodge" group.
This group, which usually barely sees any activity, is now flooded with messages like a waterfall.
@Guo Juxia with Beautiful Huang Rong: @Eagle Claw King @Eagle Claw King @Eagle Claw King!!! Boss, boss, are you there?
@DongxieChrysanthemumPig: Holy crap, holy crap, holy crap, holy crap, holy crap, Zhao Pohai???
@Huashan Qi Sect Sword Cultivator: No, did you guys see that clearly? Is it really Zhao Pohai???
@降龙十八长: I know Zhao Pohai. I met him once ten years ago at the Beijing Martial Arts Tournament. The person in the photo is Zhao Pohai.
@Mr. Mo Da from Shaxian Snacks: ————
@Hong Qi, the successor of the Northern Beggar: ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ?
@Gumupaixiaolongnv: That's impossible.
@Quanzhen Sect Yin Zhiping: The name upstairs is not right.
@Gumupaixiaolongnv: Get lost.
@Guo Juxia with Beautiful Huang Rong: Boss, boss? ???
@DongxieChrysanthemumPig: Has the sky fallen?
@Dongxiejuhuazhu: Breaking news, Eagle Claw King has called the police!
@降龙十八长: Call the police? ???
@Dongxiejuhuazhu: The Huanghe Road Police Station just dispatched a police officer; my junior brother is there!
@Mr. Mo Da from Shaxian Snacks: I'm impressed by this move.
@Hongqi, the successor of the Northern Beggar: So what's the situation now?
@Gumupaixiaolongnv: Wait.
@Quanzhen Sect Yin Zhiping: What are you waiting for?
@GuMuPaiXiaoLongNv: I'm waiting for your hemorrhoids to explode!
Traditional Martial Arts Association, President's Office.
Luo Zhenkun stared at his phone screen, as if frozen in place.
Xu Shimin stood behind him, equally silent.
On the screen was Hu Biao's Weibo post.
In the photo, Zhao Pohai looks like a lump of mud, slumped in the corner.
Luo Zhenkun's lips moved, but no sound came out.
He moved again.
"----impossible."
His voice was hoarse, like sandpaper rubbing against glass.
Xu Shimin remained silent.
He was looking at that photo too.
Thirty years have passed.
Zhao Pohai has been famous for thirty years.
He had seen Zhao Pohai in action.
That was a mountain.
An unshakeable, silent mountain.
At this moment, the mountain lay paralyzed in the corner of the hotel room, like a puppet whose bones had been removed.
"Impossible," Luo Zhenkun repeated, his voice a little louder. "This is impossible. He's a general, he's a general. He was a general thirty years ago. How could this be—"
Xu Shimin suddenly spoke.
"President."
Luo Zhenkun looked at him.
Xu Shimin's expression was strange.
It wasn't fear, it wasn't shock, but a complex expression that Luo Zhenkun had never seen before, as if something was burning deep in his eyes.
"We might have caught a big fish," Xu Shimin said slowly.
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