My brother is obviously a waste, but he is too confident

Chapter 12 My Brother Says He Doesn't Want to Be Trash
Not long after Chen Dongfeng and Chen Sanke left.

In the shadowed corner of the TV station square, two figures slowly emerged.

Of these two people, one is a man and the other is also a man.

The older one is about seven or eighty years old.

The youngest is about seventeen or eighteen years old.

There are two people, the old and the young. The old man is bald, and the young man is also bald.

They looked at the direction in which Chen Dongfeng was leaving, their expressions were deep.

"No wonder I was able to top my interview quota."

The bald boy said in a hoarse voice, "When did Qingcheng suddenly show up with such a master?"

On the side, the bald old man squinted his eyes for a while, spread his five fingers, and responded: "The lowest, 0.5."

"Are you talking about the strength of this Chen Dongfeng?"

"Yes." The bald old man nodded: "Just judging from his aura, his strength is at least above level 0.5. It may even reach 0.6."

"0.6..." The bald boy opened his mouth in a daze: "A level 1 martial artist can graduate from the martial arts academy. He is 0.6... and he will graduate soon before he can pass the exam."

"This is a genius." The bald old man raised his hand, touched his smooth bald head, and sighed: "There is no reason for a genius. A person's future status, achievement, value, importance...often from his birth, It's doomed."

Bald boy: "...it's not fair."

"If you think it's unfair, shouldn't those ordinary people who are more talented than you think it's even more unfair?"

"..." Hearing this, the bald boy was silent for a long time, and suddenly he threw his fist fiercely in a venting manner, and smashed it on the stone table in the square with all his strength: "I'm not reconciled!"

"Bang!" - [82]

The stone table shattered on the spot!

Gravel, powder, dust... like the dense fog in Kyoto, instantly swallowed the two of them.

Only in the lens, the burst "82" damage is clearly visible...

half a minute.

Wait for the ashes to fade away.

The bald old man wiped the dust off his glasses, took a deep look at his grandson, and patted him on the shoulder: "I understand how you feel. In this martial arts test, you are actually pretty sure to win the first prize. But after all, you are not as good as the sky Even... this little Qingcheng actually has such an astoundingly talented and gorgeous person."

"..." The bald boy continued to remain silent.

"Don't think about it, this is fate." The bald old man turned his head, looked at the direction where Chen Dongfeng was leaving, and said in a low tone, "You are no match for him anyway. When you meet him in the ring, immediately admit defeat. Look at his youthful vigor , a typical martial idiot, it's easy to act indiscriminately."

"But...my number one scholar..." The bald boy gritted his teeth.

"Crack!" ——【40】

The bald old man suddenly slapped the bald boy on... the bald head, and cursed: "Why are you sober?! People must learn to recognize reality! With this Chen Dongfeng around, no one in Qingcheng can get it Champion!"

"Then it's meaningless for us to transfer to Qingcheng through our hard work." The bald boy scratched his itchy bald head impatiently: "The prize money for the champion is gone. The special training for the champion is also gone... The success falls short .”

"Pattern! Wisdom! The big picture! Where is it all?" The bald old man hated iron and steel: "Why is his vision so narrow? When Chen Dongfeng, the favorite of heaven, comes into the world, stop staring at the number one! Grasp the key points."

"Important point?" The bald boy raised his head in a daze: "What... what important point?"

"Investment, clinging." Stretching out two fingers, the bald old man said succinctly: "A person with such outstanding talent must be an extraordinary person. Even if it is only based on his current talent, as long as he does not die young, he will definitely be an important figure in our country in the future. "

"You...you mean..." the bald boy suddenly realized, his eyes gradually brightened.

"If you don't hug this kind of thigh now, when will you wait?" The corners of the bald old man's mouth raised, "When he becomes famous all over the world and wants to hug him, it will be too late."

"Oh! Ooh! Grandpa! I got it! Got it!"

"Should you know what to do later?"

"I understand." The bald boy nodded vigorously.The smooth top of the head reflects the street lights of the square, like a dazzling meteor, across the night sky...

"I will report the matter of Chen Dongfeng to the family. I will do a good job in the handover, expansion, maintenance and protection of key contacts in advance. And you..."

The voice paused slightly.

The bald old man looked around for a few times, leaned closer to the bald boy's ear, and lowered his voice: "Now, before Chen Dongfeng's interview program is broadcast, buy him a lot! Bet on him to win the number one prize."

"How much to buy?" The bald boy looked serious.

"Buy it all! Buy it with the whole family! Gather the power of the whole family, and make a lot of money first! Wait to get rich!"

The bald boy was very excited: "Okay! Just wait and get rich!"

……

"Ugh……"

"Pity."

"that's too regretful……"

From the TV station, he returned to his own community along the original road, and looked at the banner hanging at the gate of the community, Chen Dongfeng sighed again and again: "If it wasn't for you, I would have been able to compete with that Duan Yao now."

Chen Sanke: "If it wasn't for me, you would be in the ICU now."

Stopping and keeping pushing the door with his right hand, Chen Dongfeng turned his head to look at Chen Sanke, frowning: "In your eyes, is my winning rate, Chen Dongfeng, so low?"

"You have no chance of winning, brother. Stop making trouble." Chen Sanke felt that he didn't even have the strength to complain.

"... I punched, flying sand and flying stones!"

"..."

"With one punch, the storm will not stop!"

"..."

"I punch, the momentum is invincible!"

"..."

"I punch..."

"Your combat strength is only 5." Chen Sanke interrupted with an open mouth: "You are a waste of martial arts. Recognize the reality."

"I can't recognize it." Chen Dongfeng pushed open the iron gate of the community, and waved domineeringly: "I, Chen, don't want to be a waste."

"I don't want to be trash! I don't want to be trash!" Chen Sanke gritted his teeth: "But you are! Ah!"

Chen Dongfeng: "..."

Chen Sanke: "..."

Standing in front of the gate of the community, the two people who hurt each other were silent to each other.

The rain had stopped and it was dark.No one knew how to proceed.

In the night sky, the crescent moon is still like a hook.

But under the moon, the summer insects have long since died.

In front of the quiet door, the familiar emptiness of each other revealed the lonely melancholy in my heart.

Lonely, continue to be lonely.

Sorrow, wait for sorrow.

After a long time, Chen Dongfeng said sadly: "How about...let's get a divorce."

Chen Sanke: "Get lost."

……

(End of this chapter)