Dragon Clan: No one wants me, Lu Mingfei

In the quiet afternoon, the jeep was driving slowly on the suburban road, its huge body blocking the road.

Lu Mingfei sat in the passenger seat and looked at Fingel riding a black Jialing motorcycle in the rearview mirror. Because he was not wearing a helmet, his hair was blown around by the wind, and he looked like a horse running wildly in the sea. Jellyfish.

Because the flaming red fire rat fur was too eye-catching, Xia Di specially prepared a pair of more ordinary clothes for him to avoid being watched by people when he returned to the city.

"Uncle, Fingel's tutoring fees are not cheap. My pocket money may not be enough to pay his salary." Lu Mingfei grabbed the seat belt on his chest and wondered how much more he could put out of his increasingly tight coffers. money.

If I asked my uncle and aunt for it, would they agree?

He will be entering junior high school soon. Is it too late to tell them that he needs a tutor?

As for pretending not to know about the tuition fees and asking Uncle Xia to help pay for them, Lu Mingfei never thought about it.

Master Xia pays for all his food, drinks and entertainment these days, and he has long been thinking about how to get revenge... to repay Uncle Xia. If he hadn't been a big-hearted person, he would have been dreaming about returning the favor at night, so how could he have the nerve to ask him to pay for it? I'm hiring a tutor myself.

What's more, he also destroyed the modified Hummer worth millions. Even though Lao Xia Tou said in the end that he didn't need to pay compensation, he still remembered this matter.

And Xia Di did not say that Fengel had signed an unequal treaty with him. He looked straight ahead and asked, "Do you need help from the almighty Uncle Xia?"

He did know that Lu Mingfei's parents would pay a generous amount of child support every month. The couple next door had already decided to move at the end of the month and planned to move to an apartment with an elevator and find a more spacious two-bedroom apartment. One hall.

Lu Mingfei was allowed to sleep in the living room every day, and he was too embarrassed to invite others to his house.

Lu Mingfei didn't know about this yet, so he sat there worrying about small money: "Uncle, do you know any way to make money?"

He used to see a lot of Internet cafe masters who were making money in Internet cafes, and he heard that they could make a lot of money, but at that time, he was too young and courageous, and he was not short of money, so he didn't learn about it.

Moreover, Internet cafes are a mixed bag, and even if he can really make money, he may not be able to keep it.

There are quite a few gangsters squatting near Internet cafes, specifically trying to steal Internet fees from children.

Now that his uncle and aunt have decided to reduce his pocket money to subsidize the little fat man Lu Mingze, Lu Mingfei feels that he must find a way to make money, otherwise if he cannot afford snacks and drinks in the future, he will not have anyone to eat and drink with. If not, then life would be too tragic.

"Haha, we have already made arrangements for you." Xia Di looked prepared.

"Ah, what's the arrangement?" Lu Mingfei was confused, why did he feel like he was clearly arranged: "Are you going to set up a stall?"

He is only 12 years old this year, and he doesn't dare to ask for it even from some unscrupulous factories. He can't think of any other way to make money except the small stalls that can be seen everywhere.

Old Xia Tou's cooking skills are so good, he will definitely make a lot of money by setting up a stall at the night market. When the time comes, he will be responsible for helping out, and then help serve and package the dishes, which can be considered as labor and can be paid.

Of course, if Old Xia Tou wants to take him to eliminate Deadpool and loot the dragon's treasure house, he would be very willing. Who doesn't have a dream of fighting the dragon these days?

Just don't be like the Odin copy last night. There was nothing in such a big place, just a suit of armor and a broken gun. You don't know who to sell it to.

Well, maybe the iron guardrails of the elevated road can be dismantled and sold as scrap. It should be worth a lot of money, but I don't know if it can be punished.

Xia Di did not rush to answer his question, but brought up the heresy from last week: "Do you still remember the comprehensive development of moral, intellectual, physical, artistic and labor I told you before?"

"Of course I remember." It was hard for Lu Mingfei to forget. The person next to him reminded him with practical actions every minute.

"Well, the last time I explained the 'beauty' aspect was not very thorough, so today I will take you to experience it again."

"Be specific!" Xiaolu was worried that Lao Xia Tou didn't have enough fun in the morning and was planning to have more fun on his own in the afternoon.

"You'll know when we get back to the city." Xia Di kept it secret, "Don't worry that I will persecute you. Zihang will come with me when the time comes."

After hearing this, Lu Mingfei finally felt relieved. With his senior brother present to share the firepower, he would not be targeted too badly.

But what does persecution mean? We don’t even have to act it out anymore, right?

The disgruntled young man wanted to drag someone else into trouble: "Does Fingel want to come with us?"

"He is a busy man and has other things to do."

So busy, do you still have time to come over and be his tutor?

Lu Mingfei instinctively felt that there might be something fishy here, but he didn't know where to start. He could only wait for an opportunity to ask Fingel alone in the future.

"Are you sure you want to take me to make money?"

"It's absolutely true!" Xia assured him, patting his chest.

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At the same time, Chu Zihang, who had just finished weekend parent-child activities, separated from his family and came to the Children's Palace alone.

He didn't bring any equipment with him today. He was also wearing a white shirt and trousers that were not suitable for sports. He originally had a small black bow tie, which he took off when he got off the car.

Looking at the door of the kendo class, Chu Zihang couldn't help but think of last Sunday afternoon, when he came to the kendo class at about the same time, and happened to meet Master Xia and Junior Brother Lu who came to play.

Then his originally dull and boring life ushered in earth-shaking changes.

Master Xia, who seemed to be omnipotent and omniscient, told him that man had hidden secrets, and also passed on to him a sword technique and a magical ring that seemed to be tailor-made for him, and took him to see the real world. world.

And Junior Brother Lu, who was sometimes as cute as a stupid bear and sometimes as cunning as a fox, made him understand what friendship was. Even though they had only known each other for a week, they were already as close as brothers.

The young man didn't understand why he, who had always been calm and composed, would risk his life for someone he had only known for a few days. Could it be that he just said "senior brother" to him?

In fact, when he was besieged by Deadpool last night, he was also very scared, worried that he would die here, that he would never be able to warm up a glass of milk for his mother after she woke up, and that he would never have the chance to let the man tell his secret in person. ...But even so, he still resolutely opened the door and got out of the car.

Maybe that's the sense of responsibility he has longed for.

At the end of the battle last night, his muscles were strained all over his body, and his body was shaking with pain. If Master Xia hadn't healed him in time, he would probably have to lie in bed for a few days.

But after returning home, he still ran to the basketball gym to sweat profusely, because during dinner he reviewed the battle with Deadpool and felt that his performance was commendable.

The biggest contributor to being able to defeat the four deadpools was the ring given by Uncle Xia. Without the indestructible eight-point light wheel and the extremely sharp horizontal knife, he would simply kill them when he rushed over.

So the overly humble young man began to train crazily in order to do better, and because all aspects of his body were improved, he just doubled the training time.

If Master Xia hadn't suddenly sent a text message asking him to have a good rest and stop thinking, he would probably have tired himself out.

Today, Master Xia took his junior brother to a camping trip. He was going to go back to the kendo class and discuss with the class leader to see how much he had improved.

There was no way, Master Xia was as strong as a monster. He didn't have an accurate understanding of his level at all, so he could only trouble the class leader to try the sword.

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