The next morning, under the influence of the biological clock, Luo Ang opened his hazy eyes.

"Hmm~"

He stood up, stretched himself, and looked at the sky outside.

There is a little light in the darkness, some like dusk, and some like the dawn of the morning.

He turned and looked at the alarm clock beside the bed.

6:50

Well, after getting used to it, even if I went to bed very late yesterday, I still woke up at this time. Habit is really a powerful driving force.

While Luo Ang was thinking about it, he got dressed, walked to the small bathroom, and started washing up.

"scare......"

"tui"

After spitting out the foam in his mouth, he bent down and took the cold ice water from the faucet, using his palms to rinse his face.

"call!"

After trembling hard, Luo Ang finally got his stiff brain moving.

The death of his father, the death of Uncle Gerald, the black gold lawyer, the Sheriff of the C.P.D., Oded Reed...

And ‘Eight Claws’!

A series of memories flashed in Roang's mind, and he began to quickly filter the information he got from Lauren yesterday, and found the most critical person, the 'Ectopus' who didn't know his real name and only had a nickname. .

Just find him or her?

Roang was able to determine the cause of his father's death and Uncle Gerald's death.

"Hey, Leon, stop standing there stupidly, come out of the bathroom quickly, there are still people who need it~"

The familiar long sound came from outside the door, bringing Luo Ang's thoughts, which had fallen into a state of wonder, back to reality.

"Okay, Aunt Denise, I'll be right out."

With a casual response, Luo Ang quickly finished the rest of the flushing, vacated the bathroom, and walked quickly to the living room.

As he walked, he patted D'Antoni's face who was sleeping in the living room.

"Hey, Xiaode, wake up quickly. I remember you are also in Madford Middle School. It's already 7 o'clock now. You have to take the time to wash up!"

"Um?!"

After a night's sleep, D'Antoni, whose mental state was obviously much better, first opened his eyes wide and looked around blankly, and then suddenly remembered where he was.

"Yeah! I'll get up right now!"

Seeing him getting up quickly and starting to clean up his own floor, Luo Ang became much more fond of him than at the beginning.

After all, he is a black man and a black child who grew up in the South District. Although Roang had a lot of chats with D'Antoni last night and had a certain understanding of his personality, it is his life style that best reflects a person's character. .

In Luo Ang's knowledge, few children in the South District are willing to get up on time to go to school, let alone such trivial matters as making their own beds.

Those children in school are not even willing to study hard, listen to the teacher's teachings in class, and add a little bit of knowledge to their empty brains. What else can you expect from them?

Luo Ang thought of those classmates in school who were not upright, and then looked at D'Antoni in front of him. He was a little more supportive of his mother's idea of ​​taking him in.

Although the cold reality has shattered their lives, those who have not given up yet are at least worthy of their support.

He stepped forward to help him pack it up, handed him the unused toothbrushes and other daily necessities that his mother had reserved, pointed to the direction of the bathroom, and told him: "I'll give you ten minutes to solve your personal problems, and then Come out to eat.”

"OK"

D'Antoni made a gesture and left quickly.

Luo Ang looked at his back, a smile appeared on his lips, and then quickly disappeared.

He still had his own unfinished task. He needed to prepare breakfast for everyone in the room before his mother was ready to go out. That was no small project.

First, he washed the dishes in the sink, and then found the remaining milk in the refrigerator. He looked at it and saw that there wasn't much left. He made a mental note of this. It seemed that he had to go to the corner of the street after school.

It's a convenience store.

Take out the Cyril oatmeal on the side and pour it according to everyone's appetite.

"puff"

Light the fire and heat the milk first. This is a habit developed in the family when Luo Ang's father was here. They say that eating cold milk in the morning is not good for the stomach.

After listening to the noise upstairs, I felt like everyone was already up.

"Click"

Roang first opened the window of the living room and then the door, then jumped a few eggs, pinched them skillfully with one hand, and poured them on the non-stick pan that he had preheated.

"Zi la!"

Accompanied by the smell of oil smoke, Luo Ang quickly fried the eggs, poured them on a plate nearby, broke them into small pieces with a knife and fork, and placed them on the table next to him.

"Finish"

He washed his hands again, smelled the clothes on his body, and made sure there was no strong smell of oil smoke. He glanced at the clock on the wall, and it was exactly seven-ten.

"Morning, brother Leon~"

After getting dressed, Annabell rubbed her eyes and staggered to find her seat and sit down.

"Morning, Anna, where is Aunt Denise?"

Luo Ang cleaned up the remaining tableware and asked.

"Well... Mom said... she'll... come down right away... so that you don't have to wait for her... go get the newspaper first~"

Anna half-opened her eyes, leaned on the chair, and answered while eating.

"Okay, I'll go out first, Anna, be careful, your face is about to fall into the bowl!"

Luo Ang said casually, and when he saw D'Antoni who had packed up and walked down, he nodded and said: "Xiao De, you eat first. The blue plate and bowl and chopsticks are yours. I will go out and be right back."

When Lauren came down and asked, she said I had gone to get the newspaper."

"Uh, oh, okay!"

D'Antoni nodded confused, looked at Leon who was leaving quickly, and asked Anna in confusion: "What did Leon do? Did he go to school without breakfast?"

Annabel chewed the eggs and said vaguely: "Today is Monday...Brother Leon...has lost his reporting value...will come soon..."

."

D'Antoni listened hard to her words, and said with some understanding: "Today, Monday, he was picking up newspapers, but... aren't newspapers delivered directly to his home?"

If someone subscribes to the "Chicago Tribune" or "Chicago Times", then according to the time when the newspaper is published, or every day or every week, there will be a newspaper delivery boy to deliver the subscribed newspaper.

But how can the Rohan family have money to subscribe to newspapers?

Ron found a way to read fresh newspapers and learn about the situation in various parts of Chicago without spending extra money.

Of course, the more important point is that the "promotion content" attached to the weekly newspaper is filled with discount coupons from supermarkets, shopping malls, and convenience stores across Chicago, which is what the South Side of Chicago calls "cheap."
Chapter completed!