Dragon Clan: No one wants me, Lu Mingfei

The entrance test of Shilan Middle School is not difficult, and the number of questions is only one-half of the normal test paper. Lu Mingfei, who has almost finished the second grade mathematics and English after Finger's exclusive tutoring, finished the Chinese paper in ten minutes, and because I didn’t know if I could submit the paper in advance, so I could only doodling and drawing on the scratch paper out of boredom.

Two little men with "handsome" and "handsome" written on their faces were beating up an adult with a playful smile. Their intention to seek power and usurp the throne was obvious. Lu Fengxian had to call him "big brother" when he saw them.

After all, he calls his adoptive father first and then turns against him, but this kid is much more ruthless than him.

After finally an hour of exam time passed, Lu Mingfei had already painted the two children's whipping pictures lustfully, and the head teacher on the podium finally announced that the exams were closed.

Lu Mingfei was sitting in the second to last row, so he stood up and walked out the door without the need for him to retract his papers.

Just now when he went to inform Old Xia Tou that he was free to move around, the saucy adult was posing with his Poss. It seemed that he wanted people to feel the charm of him as a dragon-blooded pigeon spirit. Unfortunately, there were too few viewers and he said in a hurry. He went back the last time, and no one paid any attention to him.

At that time, Lao Xia Tou also said that this was a moment for someone on his road to show off. As a parent, he couldn't steal the limelight from his child. He laughed so hard that he couldn't close his mouth from ear to ear and his brain collapsed.

There are still math and English tests to take in the afternoon, and they have to stay at Shilan Middle School for a day. Fortunately, the school has preloaded 200 yuan into their meal cards in advance, so they don't have to worry about payment.

At this time, there were only a few parents waiting outside the door, apparently preparing to take their children to have a big meal. Uncle Xia and his senior brother were whispering at the door, and they stopped talking when they saw him coming out.

Something's wrong!

Lu Mingfei narrowed his eyes and looked back and forth between the two of them suspiciously: "Are you two talking bad about me?"

"How is it possible? We are just guessing your final score." Xia Di smiled and put his arm around Lu Mingfei's shoulders. He saw Chen Wenwen and her daughter not far away, nodded and led the two little boys away.

The two fat guys sitting in the classroom were discussing with their friends what dishes to order later. They heard that there was a restaurant on the third floor of the Shilan Middle School cafeteria with private rooms, and they were going to check it out.

Zhao Menghua said that the entire meal will be paid for by Mr. Zhao. The signature dishes will be available one after the other, so there is no need to choose.

So several people shouted that Brother Zhao was domineering, and surrounded the pretty boy in a suit to the cafeteria, flattering him all the way.

Chen Wenwen and her daughter were both literary and artistic young women. They couldn't bear the smell of copper, so they decided to find a restaurant outside to make ends meet.

Originally, Mother Chen was planning to invite Xia Di and the others to come together, but the other party left too quickly and didn't have time to say anything.

…

Chu Zihang has been at Shilan Middle School for a year and is familiar with the cafeteria. He directly recommends eating in the restaurant on the third floor. The environment is beautiful and quiet, and the dishes are rich and delicious.

He originally wanted to open a private room, but Master Xia stopped him, saying that he had not been back to school for too long and wanted to feel the boiling youth in the hall.

Lu Mingfei suspected that Old Xia Tou just wanted to see the beautiful young female students making secret glances at him, or to see how his senior brother ate calmly in front of everyone, but he could only whisper in his heart because he was afraid of being beaten if he spoke out.

The three of them sat by the window and ordered a few dishes at random. Xia Di looked at the two brothers sitting opposite, feeling very fulfilled.

After a month of training, both of them have improved their physical fitness a lot. Sitting next to each other now, they look like twins. They are about the same height, weight, and appearance. That means they are handsome in their own way, otherwise Astra would not be able to sleep well. In the middle of the night, I swore my brother's rights through a dream.

He took out two palm-sized blue notebooks from his pocket and handed them to Chu Zihang and Lu Mingfei. Xia Di smiled and said, "I promised you before that if the summer special training can satisfy me, I will teach you I gave you my exclusive secret technique - the fourth-dimensional pocket technique, now it's time to fulfill my promise."

"It's not good to do it in public." Lu Mingfei said worriedly, but his body honestly took the notebook. It was a little exciting to learn someone else's unique secret method in public.

Well, that’s not right. Isn’t the fourth-dimensional pocket an exclusive prop for the Doraemon clan? When did it become Master Xia’s?

Could it be that he robbed it?

It’s broken, and it’s even more exciting.

Lu Mingfei couldn't wait to open the "Fourth Dimensional Pocket Technique", hoping to show off in front of the little fat man after he learned it, making him drool with envy. However, to his surprise, there was not a single word in the secret book. The wordless heavenly book that Xitian retrieved was also bare.

Lu Mingfei turned his head and looked at the book in his senior brother's hand, but it was also blank, and he suddenly said dissatisfied: "Uncle, what's the matter with you, are you trying to test the two of us by imitating Tathagata Buddha?

Hurry up and change to a more serious one, I’ll tell you if there’s nothing you can’t do! "

Chu Zihang was not in a hurry. He estimated that this was Master Xia's confidentiality measure. Soaking the iodophor in water and fire might make the writing visible.

But before he could get the true knowledge from the experiment, Master Xia had already told them the answer: "Just put the notebook in your trouser pocket."

This thing is actually similar to the skill scroll in the game. You can learn it with just a pinch. Now many adolescent boys and girls are looking at this place. He is too lazy to confuse the audience, so he simply lets them use physical masking methods.

When Lu Mingfei heard the words, he obediently stuffed the small notebook into his right trouser pocket. When his palm and the notebook disappeared from sight, Lu Mingfei felt that his hand was empty and the small notebook disappeared!

"Well, where is my notebook?" Xiaolu reached out and grabbed it in confusion, but couldn't catch anything.

Chu Zihang, who also had nothing in his hands, found that the shallow pocket seemed to be infinitely widened. He could not even touch his thighs and fabric. In the blink of an eye, his flexible brain sorted everything out and was about to explain it to his junior brother. Confused, Master Xia picked up the teapot, poured himself a cup of jasmine tea, and said in a sad tone:

"Ben is gone, Peter."

Lu Mingfei: ()シ? ? ?

Chu Zihang:_

Somehow, both teenagers felt understood.

Xiaolu didn't bother to pay attention to Uncle Xia who was talking nonsense. He took the cup on the transparent glass table and put it in his pocket. The bone china tea cup was as big as a fist. When he put it in his pocket, he couldn't see anything strange from the outside. He touched it with his hand. Not even a wrinkle.

"It's amazing." When Lu Mingfei was a child, he dreamed of having Doraemon's fourth-dimensional pocket, from which he could take out various props. He often fantasized about how great it would be if he had a random door, so that he could He doesn't have to squeeze in the bus to go to and from school every day, and his parents can also have meals with him at home after get off work every day.

Although Uncle Xia's version of the fourth-dimensional pocket does not have as many magical props as the original version, Xiaolu, who barely fulfilled his childhood wish, still had fun playing and stuffed the cups, bowls, chopsticks, toothpicks, and tissues on the table into his pocket. , seems to want to test the capacity of the fourth-dimensional pocket.

However, just when he was about to borrow his senior brother's bowl, he found that the customers around him were all facing this way and fell into silence, staring at him with complex eyes, half pity and half disbelief on their faces.

Zhao Menghua and others sitting not far away were also looking at this side in stunned silence, as if wondering how someone could do such a stupid thing.

"Hey, Lu Mingfei, I know your family has no money, but you don't want to steal other people's tableware, right?" Xu Yanyan couldn't help but scolded him, as if he was ashamed to be with him but had to stand up and stop him in order to protect the honor of the class. appearance.

Xu Miaomiao also echoed: "That's right. These tableware are not valuable. You might as well go to someone's kitchen and steal the kitchen knives. At least you can sell them as scrap metal."

The two little fat guys wanted to label Lu Mingfei as a thief as soon as they sang. The people A, B and C next to them also had a look of disdain and disdain. They told Zhao Menghua that they know people but don’t know their hearts. Even if some people look glamorous, they still have inner feelings. So ugly.

Chu Zihang frowned slightly when he heard this, and was about to stand up to explain to his junior brother, but Master Xia stopped him with his eyes.

Upon seeing this, the Bingshan boy sat down again, wanting to see how his junior brother would put aside the suspicion of theft.

But Lu Mingfei was slapped with such a big label that could ruin his reputation, but there was no trace of fear, shame or impatience on his face. He looked at the hasty-headed and pale-faced man like he was looking at a fool, trying to make him turn back to Lu Mingfei. The Xu family of Tsai is fat:

"Did you two eat too much junk food? Excessive cholesterol caused cardiovascular and cerebrovascular sclerosis and insufficient blood supply to the brain, allowing fat to successfully occupy the high ground of IQ?"

The young man stood up and patted his flat trouser pocket: "Please tell me, which of your eyes saw me taking someone's things?"

He was sitting by the window, and he didn't have a backpack. The chair was a single seat and couldn't hide things. The action of putting things in his pockets was completely blocked by Chu Zihang's figure. People could only see him putting things in his pockets. He took it under the table, but he actually had no idea what he was doing.

Thanks to the book friend [Le Guangming] for the 10,000 rewards, the boss is very generous!