Dragon Clan: Interwoven Fates and Mysteries

Raindrops hit the window with a crackling sound. Water splashed and flowed down the glass, forming a layer of transparent water film.

The playground was covered in white, and the rain was pouring down. It didn't feel like rain at all. It felt like a floodgate in the sky had opened. It wasn't raindrops, but a water column as thick as a finger that penetrated the sky and the earth. The wind started to blow in the afternoon, and when school was over, there was a sudden thunder. The ground in front of the teaching building was covered with water spots, as if someone had used a big brush to dip thick ink and splashed it on the rice paper. At the beginning, the people from the school's work department were still wearing raincoats and running around the playground to check the drainage system, fearing that the rain would damage the grass and the granular plastic track imported from the United States.

Now, the grass has been completely overturned by the rainstorm, revealing patches of mottled black soil. On the plastic track, the water is up to the ankles. The horizontal pull has left crisscross marks on the soil. The guards can't stop the parents who come to pick up their children. Private cars have driven to the playground to wait. Just half an hour ago, the place was as lively as a market, everyone was honking their horns, and the students couldn't recognize their own cars in the rain, and they were running around like headless flies.

In the end, everyone was picked up and the playground was empty. The sky blue school flag of "Shilan Middle School" fluttered against the background of the sky.

Chu Zihang stood in front of the glass, staring out in a daze. He was the only one left in the classroom. It was as dark as midnight, and all the lights in the classroom were on, shining the pale light behind him.

He took out his cell phone and dialed the number. After a few beeps, the call was connected and he put the receiver close to his ear.

"Zihang, it's raining where you are, right? Oh, mom is shopping with my sisters at Jiuguang Department Store. It's raining here too, and we can't get a taxi. Let's have a cup of coffee before we leave. You can take a taxi and go home quickly. Didn't your father give you money? Or you can call your father and ask him to send a car to pick you up. Zihang, be good, mommy will give you a kiss." A crisp "bo" sound came from the microphone, and then the phone was hung up.

Chu Zihang closed his phone silently. He didn't say a word from beginning to end, and he didn't plan to say anything. He was used to it. It was like this every time.

He just asked where his mother was, and told her that he was fine and asked her to do what she needed to do without worrying about it.

But Chu Zihang didn't want to call his father. He knew that his father would ask the driver to pick him up in the top-of-the-line Mercedes-Benz S500. His father was a well-educated and good man. He loved his beautiful mother who was a dancer very much and treated him well. He often said, "Zihang, if you need anything, just tell me. I am your father. I will do my duty to you."

It sounds good to have a rich dad who has obligations to him.

But Chu Zihang didn't mention any needs.

The classroom door was open, and the cold autumn wind blew in with raindrops, which was a bit piercing. Chu Zihang wrapped his Diese blouse tightly around him, tightened his Burberry plaid scarf, and put his hands in his pockets.

"Chu Zihang, let's go together. The rain won't stop. The weather forecast says it's a typhoon, and the Meteorological Bureau has issued an alert." The cute long-haired girl poked her head in and said, a silver Heo Kitty hairpin hanging on the end of her long hair. Her pretty smiling face was slightly flushed, and she lowered her eyes and didn't dare to look him in the face.

"Do you know me? My name is Liu Miaomiao." The girl didn't get an answer, and her voice became smaller and smaller, like the hum of a mosquito.

Actually, Chu Zihang knew Liu Miaomiao. Liu Miaomiao was one grade younger than him and was still in the junior high school, but she was also quite famous in the senior high school. Liu Miaomiao passed the tenth level of piano competition in the third year of junior high school. He had a piano solo at the annual party. There were also several boys on Chu Zihang's flight who competed for Liu Miaomiao. Chu Zihang didn't know him, so there was nothing he could do.

"I'm on duty today and will leave later," Chu Zihang said calmly.

"Oh, then I'll go first." Liu Miaomiao said softly and retracted her head.

Through the glass window covered with water droplets, Chu Zihang watched Liu Miaomiao's driver open a huge black hood over Liu Miaomiao's head. Liu Miaomiao took off her sandals and the driver squatted down to help her put on rain boots. Liu Miaomiao followed the driver, stepping on the puddles towards the black BMW sedan with "angel eye" headlights in the rain.

"Hey, Liu Miaomiao, Liu Miaomiao, please give me a ride," a guy from junior high school shouted at Liu Miaomiao under the eaves.

"Lu Mingfei, go by yourself. My home and your home are not in the same direction." Liu Miaomiao said without even turning back.

In fact, Chu Zihang's family and Liu Miaomiao's family are not in the same house. Chu Zihang's family lives in the Peacock Mansion, which has the highest price in the city, on the east side of the city. Liu Miaomiao's family lives in the famous California community on the west side of the city, and the largest single-family house in the community is Liu Miaomiao's home.

The boy from junior high school squatted under the eaves, watching the BMW slide silently into the rain, the taillights flashed, the engine roared loudly, and it drove away.

He tilted his neck, pulled his head back, and walked slowly away along the eaves. His fingers swept across the water curtain hanging from the eaves of the ancient house. Chu Zihang looked at his back and suddenly thought that he might be able to catch up with him. But the boy suddenly shrank his head, wrapped his head with his coat, and ran into the rain like a stray dog. He ran really fast, and before Chu Zihang had time to call him, he was already soaked and far away.

A thunderbolt came straight down from the sky, with a loud bang in my ears, followed by a blankness, and the rain seemed to get heavier. Maybe Liu Miaomiao was right. This was not ordinary rain, but a typhoon.

Chu Zihang turned the phone in his palm for a long time, and suddenly held it.

He typed a text message: "It's raining heavily, can you come pick me up?" Then he read it silently, made sure the tone was correct, and sent it.

For the next few dozen seconds, he clutched his phone tightly, listening to his own heartbeat, thump, thump, thump, thump, thump.

With a "ding" sound, a text message came in. Chu Zihang turned on his phone and said, "I just finished my work here. Please wait at school. I will be there soon."

Chu Zihang read it for a while, then deleted the message. He stood up, picked up the water under his feet, and poured the whole bucket of water on the blackboard that he had wiped several times. The water flowed down, and Chu Zihang picked up the blackboard eraser and wiped the blackboard vigorously.

The reason why the head teacher liked Chu Zihang was not only because he was good at his studies, but also because he never slacked off, and even when doing duty, he was more serious than others. The blackboard that others had wiped was full of chalk marks, but the one that Chu Zihang had wiped looked like it was newly bought from the store, and even the notes in the corners were wiped clean.

"Genius is one percent inspiration and ninety-nine percent perspiration. If you can all be like Chu Zihang, I will wake up smiling in my dreams. Why should I worry about further studies?" The head teacher always includes this sentence when lecturing the whole class.

The head teacher never knew why Chu Zihang was always so serious, even about small things like wiping the blackboard.

In fact, Chu Zihang doesn't like to do blackboards at all, but when he does everything seriously, he can empty his mind and think about nothing.

Wipe vigorously, open and close, like a knight's fierce and ruthless swordsmanship. Water droplets scatter everywhere

When he finished wiping it for the third time, a low whistle sounded in the rain. Chu Zihang turned his head to look outside. The xenon lamp cast a bright beam of light, making it almost impossible for the person to open his eyes.

A pure black car, with two overlapping triangles on the front of the car to form a mountain shape. Aybach, the brand, the top car among the top cars in the Mercedes-Benz parking lot, and it seems to be several times more expensive than Dad's Mercedes-Benz. Chu Zihang didn't know much about cars, and these were all boasted to Chu Zihang by the man in the car.

The wipers wiped away the endless rain on the windshield. For a brief half second each time, Chu Zihang could see the face of the middle-aged man in the driver's seat, waving at him with a smile on his face. Chu Zihang never understood why he always smiled so happily, as if he was having a great time and had no worries at all.

Chu Zihang straightened his collar, tied his scarf, put on the Hers bag his father bought for him in London, strode to the roof, hesitated, and put his coat on his head like the loser in junior high school. The man in the car hurriedly opened the door and opened a huge black umbrella with a gorgeous Burberry check pattern. He came over as attentively as Liu Miaomiao's driver and held the umbrella over Chu Zihang's head.

Chu Zihang didn't even look at it, pushed open the umbrella, walked directly to the car, opened the back door and got in, revealing a milky white NAA leather sofa.

The man was startled, turned back to the driver's seat, put away the wet umbrella and handed it to Chu Zihang in the back, "Stick it on the car door. There is a hole there specifically for umbrellas."

"I know. You said that." Chu Zihang silently put down the umbrella, propped up his chin with his hand, and looked at the rain outside. "Let's go."

"Your clothes must be wet. I'll turn on the heated seats behind you. Anyone who has used it knows how comfortable it is." The man began to brag about his car again.

"No need, go home and change your clothes."

"Oh oh." The man cleared his throat and said "Start" to the cherry wood center console.

The screen lit up, the instruments glowed, and the powerful 6-liter V12 twin-turbocharged engine silently performed its self-check, with no vibration felt in the car.

This car is voice activated.

"For a 9 million dollar car, only three people's voices could start the filming. One is me, one is the boss, and guess who the other one is," the man said proudly.

"I don't care," Chu Zihang said expressionlessly.

The man was not disappointed. The Maybach retreated silently, and after gaining enough space, this 6-meter-long super-large car, driven by a large-displacement engine, rushed forward like a leopard, splitting the rain in an instant and driving out of the gate of Shilan Middle School.

Chu Zihang turned around silently. The guard stood straight in the booth with his chest puffed out, expressing his appreciation for the car and his symbol of luxury.

Chu Zihang thought that he actually didn't know what he was respecting. If you sit in a Maybach or something like that for a long time, you might find out that it's just for nonsense.

The road was empty, and most of the cars had gone back to rest in such poor visibility. The cars still on the road had their headlights on. Looking up, the sky was as dark as ink, with only occasional flashes of lightning, as if the sky had cracked. Looking around, it was raining heavily, and everything was blurry 100 meters away. The Maybach drove onto the elevated road that ran across the city.

"Your mother didn't even come to pick you up in such heavy rain."

"Luckily I didn't go to the car wash this morning. It's a contactless car wash, 80 yuan per wash, and you're already in the water