Dragon Clan: No one wants me, Lu Mingfei

On Saturday morning, Lu Mingfei opened his eyes suddenly, jumped out of bed and touched his body to see if there were any missing parts.

Last night he had a sumptuous meal at old Xia Tou's house, and was roped in to play the classic "Super Mario Bros." But just after playing for a while, Uncle Xia excused himself and went out because he was dirty. Take a bath and give him a single-player version of Super Mario Maker.

The naive Xiaoji thought this was a new game from Nintendo, and expected that no matter how difficult it was, it would be no more difficult, so he confidently started the game. As a result, after a while, the roar of marmots was heard frequently in the living room.

By the time Lao Xia Tou finished taking a shower and went out, the game controller was almost crushed.

The young man never thought that there was endless malice hidden in this small pixel game.

No matter how full his reflexes and awareness were, traps would always pop up in unexpected places, so that when he dreamed that night, he was being stabbed by various knives.

Even the little profiteer didn't want to participate in his dream. You can imagine how cruel the picture was.

"Haa~"

After yawning, Lu Mingfei lay down again. Although he was not sleepy, staying in bed was probably a good thing.

Today, Uncle Xia said he would take him to a picnic and prepared interesting special training. He didn't know whether it was mountain climbing or hunting.

Or just like Batman taking Robin to fight evil in Gotham, taking him to eliminate Deadpool lurking in the mountains and forests.

"Tsk, tsk, I feel like my experience last night was more wonderful than JOJO's adventure." Lu Mingfei put his hands on the back of his head, wondering why he could be so calm.

I obviously got a glimpse of the incredible side of the world, and even walked on the edge of death, but now I am thinking about where to go to play like a normal person. Isn't it a little too heartless?

But in fact, this is because he has lacked the company of his parents since he was a child, and has not enjoyed the strong sense of security given by his elders, so he thinks it may be his own problem.

Well, of course there is a part of his own reasons in it. He is too good at self-explanation.

Whether it was being isolated or failing grades, he could always find a reason to comfort himself.

The more he lay down, the more awake he became. Lu Mingfei simply got out of bed and went to the balcony to stretch his muscles.

Lao Xia Tou said that if you want to know his secrets, you must work hard to become stronger and gain his approval. When the time comes, you must dig out all his secrets. You must even tell the truth about how old you are when you wet the bed when you were a child.

On the roof of a building not far from the community, a foreigner wearing a baseball cap was holding a telescope to observe Lu Mingfei doing radio gymnastics:

"Is this Chinese Kung Fu? It's really pleasing to the eye, but the movements feel a bit soft. Are you a beginner?"

Fingel, who had two panda eyes, arrived at the target location early today, found an observation point facing the balcony and started to keep track.

The writer's room had the curtains drawn and nothing could be seen. On the contrary, the future student got up early to exercise and stayed in bed at a young age. In time, he would become a great person.

After continuing to squat for more than an hour, the junior students had already eaten, and there was still no movement from the writer next door. Just when Fingel wondered if this guy had stayed up all night watching movies, someone suddenly slammed the rooftop door behind him. Pushing open, a hunky-backed middle-aged woman walked in carrying a large bucket of clothes.

The aunt looked at Fingel standing by the wall. At first she thought she was a fat girl with dyed hair and was about to say hello. But when she turned around, she realized that she was a foreigner with long hair. There is also a telescope hanging on it.

"Foreign devil?!" The aunt was startled. She put down her clothes and picked up the stainless steel clothes pole next to her to block the door. She took out her PHS phone with her other hand and prepared to call the police: "Who are you, a spy or an agent?"

She was someone who had been there and had watched Infernal Affairs. She knew that those undercover spies liked to meet on the rooftop. The sneaky foreign devil in front of her was probably a foreign spy. The bag under her feet was the "goods" to be handed over, so she had to block it. Don't let him run away.

Fingel looked at his aunt with questions, wondering why she thought he was a spy or an agent. He was obviously just peeping.

"Um, aunt, did you misunderstand?"

Fingel knew a lot about Chinese culture, and knew that calling "this lady" at this time would 100% deepen the misunderstanding, so he chose a more localized address: "Look at my authentic Mandarin, how do I look like a foreigner?"

If he hadn't been afraid that going too far would be too much, he would have prepared to show the opponent a trick of eating grapes without spitting out grape skins, not eating grapes but spitting out grape skins, red and green fish, green carp and donkey.

When the aunt heard it, her pronunciation was even better than her own, and she immediately became more vigilant: "Good guy, you have also practiced it, so you come prepared."

Call the police, you must call the police!

Just when the aunt was about to press the dial button, Fingel finally couldn't stand it anymore and thought to himself, your country is so safe, why are you more vigilant than the people in the lighthouse country? I wonder if you don't have a big boss here. ah.

He took out an ID card from his pocket and shouted: "Mom, wait a minute, I am a minority and I have an ID card!"

These words successfully made the aunt stop her fingers, but she still didn't come close.

She is a well-known inquisitor in this area. She has even found out about the family of the new young man riding a Harley in the neighborhood opposite. How can a foreigner with gray hair and gray eyes in the neighborhood hide it from her?

He must have sneaked in today: "Then tell me, what are you doing sneakily here?"

After hearing this, Fingel quickly picked up the backpack in his hand, shook it out and poured out a few novels, snacks and drinks: "I am a writer, and I am looking for writing inspiration recently..."

As he explained, he complained. Sure enough, Chinese people knew Kung Fu? This aunt practiced Qing Kung Fu. She carried such heavy clothes upstairs without making any sound. He was discovered before he could even hide.

Looking at the backpack that landed lightly on the ground, the suspicion in the aunt's heart also quietly dissipated. In fact, she didn't think there were any secrets in this small and broken city that foreigners should be concerned about. It was just that she was naturally overly wary.

Looking at the novels and then the ID card, a flash of understanding flashed in the aunt's eyes, and she let go of the clothing pole in her hand: "Are you a fan of Jiangbei?"

"ah?"

"There's no need to hide it. I have three copies of "Ghost Blows Out the Lamp" with me. Who wouldn't believe it if I weren't a fan?" The aunt who had already figured out Xia Di's identity and knew that he was not being manipulated laughed and said:

"You figured it out and made up an excuse as a writer. Last time there was a guy wearing glasses who said he was his editor."

"Uh..." Fingel was a little confused by the aunt's easy switching attitude, so he just made the mistake and went down the steps: "You can see all this."

So next, he learned a lot of information about Xia Di from the enthusiastic aunt. In addition to what was in the information, there were also other information about Xia Di who liked to stay up late playing games, often went out to play with the neighbor's children, and what girls from certain households nearby were thinking about. he……

How should I put it, before he took action, he already knew almost everything he needed to know.

"Are all Chinese people so enthusiastic?" Fingel was stuffed with information, and then went downstairs with the big peach given by his aunt.

The target has already gotten up. If the information is correct, he should take his future disciple out for a night out, and he has to follow behind.

The aunt on the rooftop watched Fingel leave. She turned around and was about to dry her clothes when she was suddenly startled: "Hey, why didn't I keep my mouth shut today and talk about everything outside?"

Normally she wouldn't gossip with strangers easily, but today for some reason she became so talkative that she told him everything about Xia Di.

Fortunately, there are no dirty secrets, so it shouldn't matter.

…

On the other side, Xia Di, who had finished eating instant noodles slowly, packed up the kitchen garbage, knocked on the door next door, and took Lu Mingfei away under the accustomed eyes of the three Lu family members.

Lu Mingze wanted to go along, but when he heard that today's plan was to climb a mountain, he stopped talking.

"Uncle, didn't you say we were going for a picnic? Why didn't you bring anything?" Lu Mingfei was a little curious as he carried his bag. Could it be that he really planned to take him hunting?

"Oh, don't worry about this. The ingredients have been arranged and the chef is ready."