Know Yourself in the Dragon World

Chapter 449 The Biggest Fault (1)

An identity that allows safe travel to Chicago, but at the same time provides enough pressure on the academy and other families.

who?

After much thought and racking his brains, Han Qiu finally knew who to cosplay and went to the academy to play it out.

Chen Bailing, no one is more suitable than this guy. He is rebellious and has enough reasons to go to the academy to cause trouble. In the end, he can also make the Chen family and Gattuso feel a little scared.

Han Qiu stopped on a strange street. He forgot which city this was, but he had been walking north since he separated from Xia Mi.

It seemed to be a city with a rich nightlife and not too strict urban management. Food stalls could be seen everywhere on the roadside. The aroma of cumin mixed with the greasy smell of oil and water floated into my nose along with the wind.

Have some BBQ and some beer!

Han Qiu thought and acted. He chose the stall with the most people and ordered some food at random.

He is now wearing someone else's face, a face he doesn't even recognize, a face he picked up at random on the street, an ordinary person's face that is completely inconspicuous in the crowd.

With this face, Han Qiu can do whatever he wants, he just needs to pay attention to the time when the words become ineffective.

It was so lively that there wasn't even a single empty table at the stall, so Han Qiu simply shared the table with others.

Among a large group of middle-aged people, he found a young man who was eating barbecue and drinking alone. He had dark skin and hair so long that it covered half of his face.

"Is there anyone here?" Han Qiu asked.

"Please sit down, it's okay!" The other party raised his head and looked at Han Qiu, then smiled and waved his hand to indicate that he was casual.

But those eyes were bright and sharp, and at the same time one could vaguely see the sun, moon, stars and the universe.

Han Qiu was stunned. The change in appearance made him fail to recognize this person at first glance, but after their eye contact just now, he would not be mistaken.

Isn’t this Zhao Menghua?

This is definitely Zhao Menghua!

This visual impact is no less than when Charlotte met Yuan Hua many years later. Yuan Hua, who was once a prominent figure in the class, a rich and powerful second-generation, now holds a harpoon and a cigarette in his mouth, looking like a little fish man.

But at the moment, Zhao Menghua doesn't look like a little fish man. To be honest, he looks like a black man playing music. He is really too dark.

As her skin color changed, she lost her previous temperament and truly blended into the fireworks.

The feeling of going from a fair-skinned rich second-generation to a dark-skinned poor teenager.

"Zhao Menghua?" Han Qiu asked tentatively.

The other party really raised his head, stared at Han Qiu for a long time, and asked: "Do you know me?"

"Are you really Zhao Menghua? The one from Shilan Middle School?" Han Qiu pretended to be excited.

Zhao Menghua didn't quite understand why Han Qiu was so excited. He nodded slightly and said, "I graduated from Shilan Middle School. You?"

Han Qiu began to make up a lie, "I am also from Shilan Middle School, one year younger than you."

"Oh." Zhao Menghua said calmly: "Sorry, I don't know you."

"It's okay, it's okay. I'm glad that I know you. I didn't expect to see you here. I admired you very much in high school." Han Qiu is getting better and better at acting, thanks to a trip to Japan, where he studied with the movie emperor Herzog.

"Worship me?" Zhao Menghua smiled disdainfully, "Shouldn't you worship Chu Zihang?"

This disdain was not directed at Han Qiu, but at himself, and there was a hint of bitterness in the disdain.

"Chu Zihang admires you too." Han Qiu scratched his head. "Senior, I remember you weren't like this when you were in high school?"

"What do you think I was like in high school?" Zhao Menghua asked with interest.

"Very handsome, not as dark as you are now... and you seem to have lost weight." Han Qiu said.

It's hard to explain luck. Han Qiu and Su Xiaoqiang could never meet Zhao Menghua when they traveled around the country, but now they met him at a random barbecue stall in a city not far from home.

"Haha." Zhao Menghua laughed dryly and said, "People always change."

"I remember you were admitted to Beijing. Summer vacation hasn't started yet, right?" Han Qiu asked.

Zhao Menghua explained that he had dropped out of school, but did not go into detail about how he did so. Instead, he focused on describing his travels after the dropout.

From Zhao Menghua's words, Han Qiu really could not find the arrogance of the past. Only a kind of calmness remained. He was extremely calm when talking about anything.

He didn't ask what Han Qiu's name was, nor did he ask which school Han Qiu attended.

These things are not important at all to Zhao Menghua.

Han Qiu remembered that Zhao Menghua liked to play with luxury goods such as watches, clothes and shoes when he was in high school, but now he can't find these things on Zhao Menghua.

There is nothing on my wrist, so I just pick up my phone to check the time.

"I feel like you have changed a lot!" Han Qiu sighed.

"Disappointed?" Zhao Menghua filled Han Qiu's beer. They chatted to their heart's content and put their orders together.

Zhao Menghua was quite happy that he met an alumnus who knew him during a trip and could chat with him for a few minutes.

He has long been accustomed to loneliness, but he is not opposed to occasional friends.

"A little bit, after all, I admired you once." Han Qiu said.

"I am not someone worthy of admiration." Zhao Menghua said: "You don't admire me either. You just feel that I lived a relatively wealthy life in high school, and you have a sense of envy, but that is not admiration."

Relatively wealthy? Zhao Menghua, you really have the nerve to say such a thing!

Is that wealthier?

"Maybe." Han Qiu responded in a serious tone, "My idol, you weren't just relatively wealthy back then, you were really rich."

"Being rich is not an excuse to do wrong things..." Zhao Menghua raised his glass and clinked it with Han Qiu's. "It's a sin to be rich for nothing. I've been researching this kind of problem recently."

"Idol, are you in the philosophy department?"

"After my leave of absence, I plan to transfer to the philosophy department, which is what I'm more interested in," said Zhao Menghua.

"So, idol, what did you do wrong that made you remember it so clearly?" Han Qiu asked.

Zhao Menghua shook his head and smiled bitterly, then fell silent.

Han Qiu was looking forward to Zhao Menghua's answer, but he still had to give him a way out: "My idol, if you don't want to say it, forget it."

"It's okay to talk about it," Zhao Menghua said. "I'm just organizing my words."

Zhao Menghua, who spoke without a script and most of the time didn't even need to prepare a script, actually organized his words on this issue.

Han Qiu understood that it was because this matter was important enough and he was extremely unskilled in it.

For Zhao Menghua, the importance of life is so high that it needs to be treated with caution.

He is cautious about the past, present and future.

Han Qiu also summed up a theory in his mind, which is: the more you don't let the other person speak, the more they will speak.

"Classmate, what do you think is the biggest mistake one can make in high school?" Zhao Menghua asked this question after organizing his words for a long time.

It seems to have deviated from the previous topic.

Han Qiu could only continue with the current topic and said, "I've seen news reports before about people beating classmates to disability or even death because of verbal conflicts, or bullying female classmates and causing them to become pregnant. I think these are the biggest faults, probably."