Chapter 72 Should I Believe It?

"So, do you choose to believe Luan Zong?" Qi Nian looked at Meng Zhaonan with some curiosity.

"Of course, I know him, he wouldn't do such a thing." Meng Zhaonan said with absolute certainty without any hesitation.

Sang Yu naturally knew about this. Even though he had only known Meng Zhaonan for a short time, he knew how important this finals was to each other.

A one-time win can be attributed to luck, but if Meng Zhaonan also wins in the finals, then those who are not optimistic about him will no longer be able to use "lucky" to evaluate him.

It can be said that this finals is the time to truly test Meng Zhaonan's strength.

Once the opponent loses, it will be very difficult for him to have such an opportunity again. Moreover, there are many people betting on him, so if he loses, it is not just his own business.

Although everyone knows that winning and losing are normal, those who lose money may not necessarily be so rational.

Therefore, Sang Yu was inevitably a little surprised that Meng Zhaonan chose to believe Luan Zong.

Sang Yu looked at Meng Zhaonan and felt that he was a little different at the moment: "Do you think he is your friend, so you trust him?"

Meng Zhaonan shook his head unexpectedly: "No, even if I'm not his friend, he wouldn't do that."

Sang Yu was obviously confused: Why? Because he believed in Luan Zong's character.

"And if I lose, so be it. The worst that can happen is that I can go home and inherit the family business." Meng Zhaonan put his hands behind his head, perhaps wanting to make the atmosphere more relaxed, and said half-jokingly.

Qi Nian looked at Meng Zhaonan who was pretending to be relaxed, but he didn't think that he really thought so. After all, when Meng Zhaonan mentioned the matter of inheriting the family business, he was like a rabbit with its fur standing on end, and he almost jumped up.

Qi Nian suddenly thought of Jiang Yi. He had seen people like Jiang Yi, who tried his best to monopolize the family business. Now he also saw someone like Meng Zhaonan who was extremely sincere and devoted to his dream.

So, should we say that the former is too realistic, or that the latter is too stupid?

Qi Nian shook his head, thinking that he might not be suitable for thinking about such profound questions.

I hope Luan Zong won’t let Meng Zhaonan down.

——

On the day of the finals, Sang Yu looked at several racing cars at the starting line, one of which was Meng Zhaonan's.

He looked worried: "Is everything okay?"

Qi Nian comforted him with a few words, and the two of them, like other spectators, nervously focused their attention on the field.

On the radio, the commentator's passionate voice rang out. At the same time, several racing cars rushed out of the starting point like sharp swords and moved quickly on the track.

Language Greek

On the other side, Luan Zong lowered his eyes and answered the phone.

"Did you do as I asked?" came a voice on the phone.

Luan Zong whispered, "Well, his car can't go around that sharp turn quickly."

The person on the other end sneered and said with satisfaction: "You are indeed a professional. It's good to do it this way. No one will notice that there is something wrong."

Luan Zong said nothing.

The other person might be in a good mood and said with a smile: "Why? You are unhappy because you betrayed your friend. But think about it, that is one million dollars! When the time comes, you should shut up. Do you understand what you should and shouldn't mention?"

Luan Zong looked at the car racing in the distance and curled his lips: "I understand."

The person on the other end of the phone frowned, feeling that something was wrong with Luan Zong. He had been so excited when he heard about the one million figure before, but now he sounded quite calm.

Is he kidding? But he laughed again. It's impossible. That's one million. How can this poor boy who can barely afford to continue his racing studies refuse it?

Thinking of this, he hung up the phone with peace of mind and waited for the next good news.

Luan Zong looked at the hung up call, let out a breath, and hung up the phone with trembling fingers.

At this moment, the situation on the field became more and more intense. Several racing cars were left behind by the two in front. With the host's passionate commentary, the audience couldn't help but quiet down and stare at the big screen.

Commentator: "The two racers on the field are now evenly matched. Every move they make captures the hearts of the audience. So who will be the true champion of this race?"

"It seems that Meng Zhaonan is lagging behind for now, but we all know that Meng Zhaonan is good at quickly surpassing his opponents in sharp turns."

"So this time, will he still rely on sharp turns to create distance between himself and his opponent like he did before?"

"Look, it's the last turn!"

Qi Nian originally thought that the commentator's commentary was a bit noisy and distracting, but later he found that the commentary did make sense.

For example, right now, his mood is closely affected by the commentator's words.

However, Qi Nian found that Sang Yu seemed more nervous than him. He looked at his arm which was tightly grasped by the other party and took a breath.

Hiss...that was a bit too hard.

Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, Meng Zhaonan's car slid through the sharp turn very smoothly, leaving another car behind and rushing to the finish line.

Another car reached the finish line just after he stopped.

In an instant, the entire field was filled with cheers.

"Meng Zhaonan! Meng Zhaonan!"

They shouted Meng Zhaonan's name more fiercely than last time.

The sound in his ears almost shattered his eardrums. Qi Nian was unconsciously infected and shouted along. Looking at Meng Zhaonan who got out of the car and took off his helmet, he couldn't help but laugh.

It seems that Meng Zhaonan did not trust the wrong person.

The ignored second person looked unhappy and muttered, "Fuck, I got fooled!"

On the other side, before Luan Zong could put away his smile, his cell phone rang urgently.

He hesitated for a moment and answered the phone. Not surprisingly, he heard fierce cursing from the other end. The other party sounded so angry that he wanted to curse Luan Zong for all the dirty words he knew.

Obviously, this result allowed the opponent to break through the defense.

"Do you know how much money I lost this time? F*ck... " Obviously, the opponent defeated Meng Zhaonan's opponent this time.

"I never promised you." Luan Zong let out a breath and spoke to the other party in a frank manner for the first time.

The other person: “You fucking…”

Another string of insults, but Luan Zong didn't feel angry. After all, this guy lost a lot of money this time. He might have almost lost all his pants, right?

Besides, he had heard worse things than that, so what did this mean to him?

The other party: "You think you have a good relationship with Meng Zhaonan, right? Let me tell you, do you really think he considers you a friend? You are just a dog!"

The other party was in a very bad mood and started to poke at Luan Zong's weaknesses in various ways, focusing on one of them. If he himself didn't have a good time, then no one else would have an easy time either.

"No, even if he is not my friend, I will not do this." Luan Zong was a little different at this moment, with a light in his eyes: "Do you know what faith is? People like you will not understand."

No one will defile his faith, even if he is covered in mud, that faith still shines brightly in his heart.

What Luan Zong used to despise the most was people who did whatever it took to win. In his opinion, if one wanted to win, one should improve oneself and win beautifully.

What if you win by using tricks? If you can fool others, how can you fool yourself?

And most importantly, if he really did what the other party said and did it for a million dollars, he might never be able to touch racing again in his life.

It would be better to die.

As for whether that person would cause trouble, Luan Zong did not consider it for the time being.

Just as he was thinking, a voice came from afar: "Luan Zong!"

He subconsciously tightened his grip on the phone and looked at Meng Zhaonan who was grinning in the distance.

Luan Zong couldn't help but smile and walked up to him: "Congratulations..."

Before he could finish the two words, Meng Zhaonan immediately stopped smiling, viciously strangled him with his arm, and said in a vicious voice: "Boy, you have become more capable, right? You didn't even say anything!"

Luan Zong was a little flustered, with a hint of discomfort on his dark face.

Meng Zhaonan narrowed his eyes: "Why? You don't want to talk about it now?"

Luan Zong glanced at Sang Yu and Qi Nian, scratched his head awkwardly, and finally told the truth. After all, it seemed that there was no need to hide it.

"Tsk, that's one million!" Meng Zhaonan, a young master worth hundreds of millions, exaggerated as if he had never seen one million before.

Meng Zhaonan: "You actually gave up a million for me. I'm so touched!"

"Uh... could you please not do this?" The shy Luan Zong still couldn't accept Meng Zhaonan's occasional acting.

"It's really embarrassing." Luan Zong rubbed his arms, looked at Sang Yu and Qi Nian embarrassedly, and emphasized seriously: "I don't like men, really. As for him... um, it's not certain."

Luan Zong looked at Meng Zhaonan's pretentious expression, paused deliberately, and said.

"Fuck! How dare you slander me!" Meng Zhaonan pressed Luan Zong's head hard, glanced at Sang Yu in a slightly panicked manner, and then rubbed Luan Zong's dog head angrily.

"Bully! You are bullying me!" Luan Zong was rubbed so hard by him that he got a little mad and screamed for a while.

"He just looked at you." Qi Nian rubbed his head secretly, his curly hair swaying, and shared it with Sang Yu in a low voice.

"Ah? You must have seen it wrong?" Sang Yu said quickly.

Although he tried his best to remain calm, he still looked a little uncomfortable.

Qi Nian seemed to realize something and his mouth suddenly opened wide.

No, when did these two... Well, judging from the past, they did keep in touch quite often.

"What do you think? I told you he wouldn't do that." Meng Zhaonan felt refreshed at this moment.

There was a competition before, and he also knew that Luan Zong was seduced by the one million. Even though Meng Zhaonan believed in Luan Zong very much, it was hard not to be affected emotionally.

Now that the competition is over, Luan Zong has lived up to his trust, so it would be strange if Meng Zhaonan was in a bad mood.

As for those who threatened Luan Zong, in Meng Zhaonan's view, they were just paper tigers, and they would behave themselves after a good beating.

Young Master Meng didn't take it seriously at all.

——

"Niannian, I have good news for you. Your second brother will be back soon~" From Ning Min's melodious ending tone, it can be heard that the other party is in a particularly good mood.

After all, I haven’t seen my second son for a long time. How can I not miss him?

However, when talking about her second son, Ning Min thought of Chu Tianyan who was far away in a foreign country: "You said your sister, she originally said she would come back during the winter vacation, but then she said there was an internship opportunity and she didn't want to miss it, so she probably won't come back during the winter vacation."

It can be seen that this internship opportunity is indeed very important to Chu Tianyan. She had already bought a ticket to return home and was ready to leave, but her tutor suddenly told her about such an opportunity.

Although Chu Tianyan wanted to go back as she hadn't been home for almost a year, she was reluctant to give up the opportunity. In the end, she decided to stay abroad.

Everything else was fine, the only thing she was worried about was Ning Min. Chu Tianyan even sent a message to Qi Nian, asking her to comfort Ning Min.

"Auntie, I think my sister must be amazing to have this opportunity." Qi Nian felt that she couldn't let Ning Min stay immersed in such emotions, so she had to find a way to divert her attention.

Sure enough, Ning Min started praising her daughter as soon as she heard it: "Yes, I heard that your sister's tutor supervised several doctoral students, but she was the only one selected. So this opportunity is indeed rare."

"Yes! And auntie, if you really want my sister to return home, she is so filial, she will definitely be willing to come back." Qi Nian deliberately pretended to give Ning Min advice.

People subconsciously like to do the opposite. If you comfort his aunt and say that this opportunity is rare, Ning Min will want her daughter back even more.

However, if Ning Min was told directly to let Chu Tianyan come back, she would become more and more frustrated the more she thought about it.

Sure enough, Ning Min hesitated for a moment, then shook her head: "No, no, this opportunity is so rare, I can't let your sister's future be affected. And after she graduates, she will definitely work in China, there are plenty of opportunities, and this year won't be a big deal."

Qi Nian nodded in his heart, yes, yes, who said it wasn't!

But on the surface, he still sighed and said disappointedly: "Okay then."

In the end, Ning Min comforted Qi Nian and told him not to be too sad, which made Qi Nian feel a little embarrassed.

As they were talking, Chu Zhen suddenly appeared from nowhere and sighed, "Hey, Tianyan is really not coming back? Tell me, the Spring Festival is the most important festival for us, how can she not come back? And we haven't seen each other for almost a year..."

"Go away, our daughter is so promising, don't hold her back." Ning Min said unhappily, "Don't talk nonsense to Tianyan, do you understand? If she really gives up this opportunity to return home, I will never forgive you."

Chu Zhen: “Ah?”

No, you didn’t have this attitude before, did you?

Chu Zhen looked aggrieved and felt extremely confused.

Qi Nian looked at him and smiled secretly in his heart. Although his uncle was quite miserable, he still couldn't help himself.

Although it is sad, it is also a happy thing that Chu Tianheng has returned home.

Ning Min asked the cook to prepare Chu Tianheng's favorite dishes and waited for him to come back.

In the evening, the sound of car horns rang out, and Chu Tianheng had indeed returned home. After not seeing him for a while, his hair color had changed again, becoming orange.

Looking at his new hair color, Qi Nian wondered if his second brother's hair color changed regularly.

However, several children in the family inherited Ning Min's skin color, with cold and fair skin. Even this hair color, which looks very dark, still exudes a unique charm when dyed on Chu Tianheng's head.

Qi Nian was just sighing at his second brother's looks when suddenly a hand rubbed his curly hair vigorously. Before Qi Nian could react, the other person rubbed his face again and exhaled, "Haha, it still feels good."

Qi Nian's face was full of resentment: "..."

It’s a pity that his brother is not here today because he is working overtime, otherwise he would have complained loudly.

And it's not scientific at all, why is his second brother allergic to dog hair but not to his hair? If he is really allergic, let this guy dare to rub his hair like rubbing dog hair.

Hmm? No, why does this sentence sound weird?

Just as I was thinking, I saw Chu Zhen looking at Chu Tianheng's hair, squinting his eyes, then took out his glasses and looked at Chu Tianheng: "What kind of hair did you dye, Amin, I was wondering why it looked so familiar, isn't it the same color as the pink hair dryer pig that Nian Nian likes to see?"

Qi Nian: “…” I don’t like watching it!

Chu Tianheng was speechless: "Dad, this is orange, not pink!"

Chu Zhen: “Almost.”

Everyone thought in unison: “Puchi, hahahaha…”

As expected of him, he is my uncle. I feel refreshed instantly!

As for the gloomy look Chu Tianheng cast over him, Qi Nian pretended not to see it.

"Eat your meal quickly. How old are you? Why are you still arguing with the child?" Ning Min finally stepped in to mediate the family conflict.

After that, he called out to Qinian, "Nianian, go call your eldest brother and see if he can come back in time. If he can't come back, don't wait for him."

Everyone thought: "..."

Ning Min looked at him: "What's wrong?"

In order to prevent his aunt from noticing anything, Qi Nian had no choice but to take out his phone and call Chu Rongshi.

Maybe because he felt guilty, he found a deserted corner.

The call was answered as soon as he made it, which made Qi Nian wonder whether his elder brother was busy or not.

Without waiting for the other party to speak, Qi Nian quickly said: "Brother, Auntie asked if you can come back for dinner!"

Chu Rongshi paused for a moment, chuckled and said, "I'm afraid I won't be able to come back in time, you guys eat first."

Qi Nian rubbed his ears uncomfortably: "Oh, got it, I'm hanging up now."

Then without waiting for Chu Rongshi to speak, he quickly hung up the phone and let out a breath.

I scratched the wall with my fingers. Ahhhh, it was just a smile, what's the big deal!

"Qi Xiaonian~"

A faint voice came from the side, and Qi Nian was frightened and almost jumped up. He turned around and found that his second brother was standing next to him, looking at him leisurely.

"What are you doing! You scared me to death..." Qi Nian patted his chest and took the initiative.

"I was just about to say something to you. Why does it take you so long to make a phone call? Mom called me over to hurry you up." Chu Tianheng looked at Qi Nian, whose cheeks were red, and poked her with his hand: "You came out to make a phone call. Your face is frozen like a monkey's butt."

Everyone thought: "..."

Is my face that red?

Qi Nian snorted and rolled his eyes, muttering, "What the hell do you care!"

Having said that, he was about to go back to eat.

Chu Tianheng followed behind him, walking slowly, and suddenly asked: "Did you really call Big Brother just now?"

Qi Nian was so stupid that he didn't notice anything was wrong. He rubbed his face and said, "Of course, my brother said he can't come back, so let's eat first."

Chu Tianheng saw that Qi Nian's attitude was natural and he didn't look like he was lying, so he narrowed his eyes. Could it be that he was wrong?

Well, after all, his little brother, this little fool, does blush very easily.

After they had their meal, Qi Nian turned to look at his second brother, who was rarely eating without restraint, and asked casually, "Second brother, don't you have a job recently? Why did you come back so suddenly?"

Qi Nian thought it was a bit strange. After all, his second brother was a popular star! It was winter vacation recently, shouldn’t he be busy? He actually had time to go home and rest.

Chu Tianheng bit the straw, glanced at Qi Nian slowly, and imitated his previous behavior: "What do you care?"

Qi Nian: “…” He was just asking casually!

There was indeed something wrong with his second brother's attitude.

Qi Nian was a little worried and checked Weibo again. Well, his second brother was still very popular and there hadn't been any negative news about him recently.

Could he be wrong? Qi Nian was about to log out of Weibo when his eyes stopped at a Weibo post from a marketing account.

After reading the above content carefully, Qi Nian almost laughed out loud three times. Look, this marketing account actually said that his second brother might be recording a popular variety show with Song Xiao Ming, and the two of them will be regular guests!

Haha, how is that possible? Judging from the way his second brother treated Song Xiao Ming, if he had this job, wouldn't he have to carry the train home overnight?

Thinking of this, the smile on Qi Nian's face suddenly disappeared. Something was wrong, something was wrong, it seemed that his second brother had indeed returned home.

Oh my god, could this marketing account really have predicted something? Qi Nian trembled in fear.

This conjecture made him a little unable to sleep. He tossed and turned in bed, making pancakes. Finally, he sat up and decided to get a glass of water.

I ate too much tonight and I’m thirsty.

Qi Nianjing quietly left the room and saw a dark figure coming downstairs. He turned on the flashlight and ran into his second brother who was fully armed.

Qi Nian's eyes widened: "Second brother, what are you going to do?"

Not sure if it was his illusion, Chu Tianheng felt a little uncomfortable: "I'm going back to my room to sleep, little brat, don't ask so many questions."

Everyone thought: "..."

He used the light of his cell phone to shine on Chu Tianheng, who was dressed in black, and shook it up and down: "Second brother, do you think I will believe you?"

Chu Tianheng: “…”

He glared at Qi Nian and said, "I need to go out for a while."

Under normal circumstances, Qi Nian would definitely not care, but thinking about his second brother's attitude just now and what he saw in the marketing account, Qi Nian couldn't help but suspect that there might be something fishy about tonight's actions.

Qi Nian raised his paw: "I want to go too."

Chu Tianheng: “…”

Qi Nian: "The main thing is, you're going out alone, what if you get photographed? I can explain it to you here."

Chu Tianheng didn't know what he was thinking about, but his attitude softened and he said with a sigh: "I find that you are becoming more and more eloquent."

Qi Nian thought this was an exaggeration.

So Qi Nian also changed his clothes and followed Chu Tianheng out.

The two of them arrived at their private club. As soon as they entered the door, a middle-aged man came to greet them. He looked embarrassed and said, "Hey, sorry to bother you, Teacher Chu. If it weren't for no other choice, I wouldn't want to bother you so late at night."

Chu Tianheng glanced at him and said bluntly: "You have disturbed me."

Qi Nian curiously looked around, and after seeing the middle-aged man's face clearly, he took a deep breath and thought, "Oh my god, isn't this Song Xiaoming's agent?!"

As if to confirm his guess, the middle-aged man led them to the sofa nearby and said helplessly, "No matter how much I persuaded him, he wouldn't listen to me. I don't know why he became a completely different person when he was drunk. Hey, I was also afraid that the paparazzi would take pictures of us and report nonsense."

Qi Nian opened his eyes wide and saw that the person lying on the sofa was Song Xiaoming, whose cheeks were red and obviously drunk.

Chu Tianheng walked over and kicked the other person without much effort: "Wake up, stop playing dead."