Chapter 9 Chapter 9 Pineapple Soda
"Why don't you wear the clothes I compensated you for?" Zhou Pei looked at Chen Luan who was dressed in a weird way, opened the car door and invited Chen Luan to get in.
There were people coming and going at the school gate, and it was embarrassing to show up in such clothes, so Chen Luan simply sat inside.
"My first day at work, and it's at the military academy. With such an arrogant attitude, are you planning to let me debut on the campus forum?"
"I didn't think it through." Zhou Pei lowered his head and smiled, then handed over a familiar gift box.
Same as last time.
"I happened to have a new one today, so just change into it. It's your joining gift."
Chen Luan looked at the gift box in his hand with amusement: "Why are you playing with Nuan Nuan here with me?"
One set today and one set tomorrow.
"...What's Nuan Nuan?"
"It's okay, just an outdated ancient game."
Chen Luan opened the box.
On top was a champagne gold silk shirt with a ginkgo leaf pattern. The collar was a beautiful layered poet collar, with gold-embroidered straps crossing from the collarbone to the chest, and a row of gold pearl buttons hanging from the cuffs.
Under the shirt is a pair of matching white trousers.
"Are you still planning to pursue me?" Chen Luan looked at Zhou Pei.
"If you really can't accept it, then being friends is fine." Zhou Pei shrugged: "It's normal for friends to give each other gifts."
It's not appropriate to wear an ill-fitting high school uniform all the time, and if Jiang Ling's clothes are stained with someone else's pheromones, he will go crazy.
Chen Luan was too lazy to figure out Zhou Pei’s true thoughts, so he simply put on the shirt.
Since he said we are friends, then so be it.
I have to mention that Zhou Pei has a good eye for clothes.
After changing out of the slightly funny school uniform and putting on this gorgeous and complicated shirt, Chen Luan looked a little more noble.
With his lazy, half-closed eyes, he looks like a lazy and proud Persian cat.
"You are injured." Zhou Pei pointed at Chen Luan's shoulder.
Glancing at the messy bandage while changing his clothes, he saw it.
"Teaching accident, just a few scrapes."
"Did you wrap it yourself?"
"No." Chen Luan shook his head. Jiang Ling's face, furious and helpless, appeared in his mind. He curled his lips and said, "My brother."
Zhou Pei looked up at him in surprise: "You have such a good relationship with them?"
Didn't your relationship always go bad before?
"Oh, they have reformed and are ready to be good brothers." Chen Luan leaned back in his chair with his arms under his head, talking nonsense with his eyes closed.
Zhou Pei could see that Chen Luan was just making excuses, so he didn't ask any further questions.
"What do you want to eat? You decide today."
Chen Luan thought for a moment and said, "I heard that there's a place called Master Liang's chopped pepper beef noodles on Minghuai Road that's pretty good."
So the luxury car passed through streets and alleys of all sizes, drove out of the city center, and finally stopped at the entrance of a narrow alley. Zhou Pei looked at the street in front of him with some disbelief. The street was filled with stalls and people, and then looked at Chen Luan:
"You, take me to eat at a street food stall?"
"Do you want to eat? If not, go back. I'm hungry." Chen Luan didn't even turn his head, and just stood there and blended into the crowd.
Zhou Pei looked at the bustling crowd, then at his carefully matched and expensive custom-made suit, and gritted his teeth: "Eat. Walk slower!"
Finally, when Zhou Pei was sitting on a bench on the street exhausted, enduring the smell from all directions, he had almost given up on treatment.
He originally thought that he would never come to such a place in his life, really.
"Number 47, your two servings of beef noodles with egg are ready! Help yourself! There are also two bottles of soda in the refrigerator! Help yourself!!"
The fat, bald boss of the fried rice restaurant waved his spatula, sending sparks flying. He was too busy to let go and shouted loudly over here.
"Here I come."
Chen Luan responded, stood up, put on a high-end dress shirt, and came back with two bowls of steaming beef noodles. There were also two bottles of iced soda with water droplets tucked into his elbows.
He took out a pair of disposable chopsticks and gave them to Zhou Pei. Chen Luan opened one for himself, picked up the soda and was about to drink it when he saw the logo on it and smiled.
"Oh, Ice Kiln. This soda factory is still alive!"
Two hundred years ago, when it was still in the underground base, Ice Kiln was already a well-known soda brand.
In an era of material scarcity, the taste of soda was average, with a strong industrial flavor, but it was better than nothing.
The most relaxing moment for the soldiers who returned from combat missions was to lie in the camp, chewing insect protein cookies, drinking soda, and chatting, imagining what life would be like for humans returning to the ground after driving these damn alien monsters out of the earth.
At that time, there was a kid named Wang Xiaodou in his team who was crazy about soda. He used all the contribution points he earned from missions to buy soda except for maintaining his daily life.
Later, he died shortly after turning 17.
Right in front of Chen Luan, he was pierced through by the wild beast's tail spines. Before he closed his eyes, he asked Chen Luan to bring him a few more bottles of soda when he visited his grave in the future.
Chen Luan still remembers that his favorite drink was pineapple flavor.
"Do you like drinking this?"
Zhou Pei's voice interrupted Chen Luan's thoughts.
"Me? I'm fine, I can drink as much as I want." Chen Luan paused: "My...friends like it."
No one in the second-generation circle drinks this cheap soda, but Zhou Pei can understand it considering that Chen Luan lived among the common people in the lower city before being adopted by the Jiang family.
Zhou Pei opened the soda and took a sip. The taste of the essence made him frown, so he put it down and never touched it again.
The beef noodles tasted quite good, the noodles were chewy and the ingredients were generous. Zhou Pei ate half a bowl.
The two finished their meal in silence and got up to leave.
Before leaving, Chen Luan went to buy two more bottles of soda.
Pineapple flavor.
"Where are you going back to? School?" Zhou Pei asked.
"Go back to the Jiang residence. I have a day off, so I don't have to go this afternoon."
"That's perfect! My friend has just opened a shooting club. Would you mind giving him a try?"
Chen Luan looked up at him while holding a soda.
"They say that in addition to the existing popular items, they've also collected a batch of antiques from the wartime underground base. After some repairs, they're still usable."
Something in the base?
Chen Luan became interested.
"OK."
The club is located in the suburbs west of the Aurora District and covers a large area.
The waiter in a suit and vest had been waiting at the door for a long time.
"Mr. Zhou. Our Miss Wu has been waiting for you for a long time." The waiter came forward enthusiastically, took the coat that Zhou Pei had taken off, and looked at Chen Luan: "This..."
"My last name is Chen."
"Okay, Master Chen. Do you need me to store your things for you?"
"Yes, thank you."
"Did Master Zhou bring anyone here today?"
From a distance, Chen Luan heard a voice.
A flamboyant red dress appeared on the stairs, and a woman wearing red-soled high heels walked down with a smile on her face.
"Oh, what a handsome boy." A rich rose scent came, with the slight coolness of the morning mist.
The man poked Zhou Pei's shoulder hard: "Young Master Zhou, have you got a new lover? She's much prettier than the previous ones."
"Just friends." Chen Luan said.
The woman seemed surprised and turned to look at Zhou Pei.
Zhou Pei nodded in acknowledgment, while taking the other person's hand away: "Your perfume is too strong, Wu Ning, use less next time. He is very interested in those new antiques you collected, I brought him here to play with them."
"I can spray as much as I want, it's none of your business. Next time I'll pour a bottle on myself, but I won't kill you with the fumes."
"You also like antique firearms?" Wu Ning then stretched out his hand towards Chen Luan with bright eyes.
"Let me introduce myself. I'm Wu Ning, 27 years old, a B-level alpha, and my pheromone is Morning Dew Rose... Sorry, I've been dragged on so many blind dates lately that I'm used to introducing myself this way. Oh, you're a Beta, can't you smell it? It's okay, I customized the perfume, and it smells just like my pheromones."
Chen Luan extended his hand and shook hers gently: "Hello, Chen Luan."
"The name sounds familiar." Wu Ning blinked and looked carefully at Chen Luan's eyebrows and eyes: "Hiss, I also have some impression of your face. Have I seen you before?"
Then he slapped his head and said, "Oh, I remember now. Is that the kid from the Jiang family? Are you following Zhou Pei now? You're not playing with that brat Zhou Jing anymore, are you?"
Then she grabbed Chen Luan's wrist and said, "That bastard Zhou Jing is useless. You're right not to play with him. Come on, come on, I'll take you to play with guns."
"As long as you also like antique firearms, then we can be good friends!"
Wu Ning's sudden enthusiasm made Chen Luan a little overwhelmed, and he was dragged all the way to the underground armory.
Zhou Pei followed behind.
In the huge basement, rows of cabinets are filled with various types of firearms. Under the bright lights, the cold and hard color of metal is everywhere, which is very shocking at first glance.
Wu Ning took Chen Luan all the way to the innermost part.
Chen Luan recognized the extremely familiar guns on the shelves at a glance.
Those guns of various models, big and small, black and gray, which are called antiques by people today, are covered with the dust of time, but they are the things that truly accompanied Chen Luan in fighting until the end of his life.
They worked together to guard the last home of mankind until their death.
"I can..."
Do you want to touch them again?
Chen Luan's eyes were fixed on the guns and weapons, his hands were placed on the glass uncontrollably, and he didn't notice that his voice had become slightly hoarse.
"Come, come here, I have something good here!"
Wu Ning noticed the way Chen Luan looked at the guns, and realized that Chen Luan probably really liked them, so he waved at Chen Luan.
She went to the back of the cabinet, opened the secret compartment, and dragged out an exquisite leather suitcase that was as tall as a person from the large safe.
When the box was opened, inside was a heavy sniper rifle that was half a person's height, with a very thick barrel and looked extremely heavy.
"I bought this at an auction house a few days ago for a huge sum of money! This kind of gun is so rare!"
Wu Ning proudly patted the gun's metallic sheen.
"The auction's appraisal experts said that the user of this gun was presumably a very strong male warrior. According to their assessment, if a mecha pilot could break the desolate beast's scales during wartime, the user of this gun could use a large-caliber sniper bullet to kill the desolate beast in one blow!"
"There's something engraved here! JMM! I guess it's his name or code name."
"no."
Chen Luan's eyes fell on the butt of the gun and he suddenly said.
Wu Ning was stunned for a moment: "What?"
"He's not a strong man." Chen Luan squatted down and stared at the gun in a daze, his eyes seemed to be misty.
"It's a woman who's only about 1.6 meters tall."
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