Dragon Clan: No one wants me, Lu Mingfei

Lu Mingfei took only 15 minutes for the math and English exams in the afternoon. In his eyes, calculation questions, cloze, reading and comprehension were just like one plus one equals something. Basically, Soeasy’s mother no longer has to worry about me studying. Degree.

And because he learned from Chu Zihang that he could hand in the paper in advance, he handed it in and ran away when others had just finished finishing side A of the test paper before turning it over. The students in the class were stunned for a moment.

A certain Mr. Zhao who did not want to be named, after being slightly inferior in appearance, was crushed in the speed of answering questions that he was most proud of. He almost had his heart broken, and directly put Mr. Lu in the position of his lifelong enemy.

Xiaolu, who knew nothing about this, was taken to the Children's Palace by Master Xia. The three masters and apprentices went to bring trouble to the poor class leader under the slogan of increasing the popularity of the kendo class.

After being tortured for more than half a month, the master of the kendo class almost gave up martial arts and became a scholar. He felt bitter, but he couldn't express the bitterness, because when Xia Di got tired of teaching the children, he would give him pointers. The joy of being taught by a big man made him forget the bitterness. With pain, the swordsmanship that has been stagnant for many years seems to have the possibility of further progress, and maybe one day it can be brought back with a "Miden".

After returning home after dinner in the evening, Lu Mingfei went straight into Lao Xia Tou's game room, turned on the high-configuration computer labeled "Xiaolu", clicked on StarCraft, and prepared to practice his skills on seven human computers. When it gets hot, go to the channel and ask those old players for advice.

The Internet-addicted boy was not idle during the summer vacation. Although he had a full schedule every day, he still found time to go to Lao Xia Tou's house to play on the computer. Suddenly, he only had more than half an hour of gaming time every day. On the last day of summer vacation, we won the game in human-machine mode 1v7.

After rubbing his hands, Lu Mingfei used the mouse and keyboard to start frantically blasting troops. Next to him, Master Xia was looking at colorful polyline statistical charts, secretly calculating how many points the rooftops across the country had recently scored.

After so many days of planning, the famous Chen family is in danger. Under the encirclement and suppression by all forces, there is basically no choice but to wait for death. Moreover, thanks to someone like him, Xia, the members of the Chen family are almost dead or injured. Only a few of the tougher ones are still holding on.

Thanks to the fact that the head of the Chen family is a master of human experimentation, he has so many children that he seems to have some kind of fertility system. If he had starred in "Supernatural Guerrilla" back then, it would probably have to be changed to "Supernatural Guerrilla Platoon". Counting the failed products, they can probably be divided into first and second rows.

And someone in Jing Xia pointed out that a certain rich woman on Wall Street had made a lot of money and flew to Paris for vacation early. After all, if she couldn't run fast enough, she probably would have gone to Hokkaido to soak in the hot springs. The head-down kind.

Before leaving, she also said hello to Xia Di, saying that the share that belonged to him would be slowly transferred to his name in the future. If she didn't mind, she could help with investment operations to ensure that the assets were diversified.

Seeing that Potato Chip Girl was so arrogant, Xia Di also kindly reminded her to enjoy it while French jokes are still about military salutes instead of being black. Otherwise, if she goes there in the future, the only lights at night will be eyes, teeth and daggers floating in the air. .

"Hey, it's easy." More than half an hour later, Lu Mingfei let out an invincible sigh. Seeing Uncle Xia still staring at the colorful stock market, he asked doubtfully: "Uncle, what are you looking at?"

Xia Di pursed her lips and said, "I'm looking at the performance of the God of Death."

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Lu Mingfei didn't understand what the relationship between the group of shinigami running around in black kimonos and carrying knives had to do with these polyline statistical charts, so he didn't bother to care about it and rubbed his hands together to challenge real players.

Although there is Master Xia sitting next to him, Mr. Lu is self-aware and will not humiliate himself to challenge the final boss before he has accumulated enough experience.

Randomly selecting opponents in the channel, among the English IDs such as "White", "Faker", "Rookie", "What was that", etc., Lu Mingfei discovered a very Chinese nickname-OldTang!

"Okay, it's up to you." Lu Mingfei smiled mischievously. The more novice he is, the more he likes to pretend to be mature. This Old Tang must be a novice like him, so let him start by abusing the food to familiarize himself with the player's operations!

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Far away in the lighthouse country on the other side of the ocean, in a dilapidated apartment in Queens, New York, a young man with droopy eyebrows was huddled on a swivel chair he had scavenged from the garbage dump in a wealthy area, holding a dollar a piece of low-quality money in his hand. Hot dog, bright big eyes were scanning back and forth on the computer screen, and there was a book "Ghost Blows Out the Lamp" with disposable chopsticks as bookmarks on the table.

The young man found it in a book rental shop in Chinatown. Originally he was just looking for something to kill time, but he happened to see a good thing related to his career and couldn't help but rent it back.

It is said that this book was bought by the shop owner when he went back to his hometown to visit relatives during the Chinese New Year. It has become very popular in China, and countless young people like to read it.

"Hey, it's hard to resist. If I can't find a suitable job, my buddy should be kicked out." The young man took a bite of the hot dog, which didn't taste particularly good, and mentally calculated how long the remaining money would be enough to last him.

He knew that Aunt Jenny was covetous of his body and always wanted him to pay the rent with his body, but he was a tall, five-foot-old man, how could he sell his sex appearance just for the rent? If his colleagues found out, he would probably be laughed to death, and that's all. Money is worthless!

Anyway, he has had enough of the light rail trains that disturb people on time every day. At worst, he will sleep in a tent on the street like those homeless people. As long as he is more vigilant, he will not lose his life and money...

Just when the young man was worrying about his livelihood, a game invitation suddenly popped up.

"LuGongZi?" The young man looked at the ID of the obviously Chinese player and wondered, "How come there are still players in this area who use Pinyin directly?"

As far as he knows, most Chinese in the United States like to have English names, otherwise they are easily targeted by those ghosts. Although this country known for its freedom and democracy will severely condemn racial discrimination, in most cases you are not racial. If you discriminate against them, then they will be racist.

And the Chinese young man living in Queens, where materialism abounds, the gap between the rich and the poor is huge, and the public security is chaotic. He is a freelancer whose parents have died without a car or a house. He often relies on social relief funds to live. He is considered to be at the bottom of American society. The lowest end of the contempt chain.

Logically speaking, given his conditions, he can be a novel hero, but this is America, and socialist novel formulas cannot reflect the reality of capitalism.

Because he was thin and short, even homeless people on the roadside dared to follow the young man and try to get some US dollars out of him.

Fortunately, he was well versed in mixed studies, that is, how to get by in the lower class society of the United States. Among them, what impressed him most was the words and deeds taught by his neighbor's uncle - don't walk alone in dark alleys, and remember to carry a gun with you.

These words are simple, crude and philosophical. If Batman and his parents knew this back then, Bruce Wayne wouldn't have to excavate the machine himself just to meet them.

Click to accept and enter the game, the civil war between Zerg and Zerg.

"Come on, kid, let me show you the difference between heaven and man." The young man raised his drooping eyebrows. He had already defeated all the invincible players in the world on this channel, and now a newbie appeared out of nowhere. He actually tried to challenge his dignity as the uncrowned king, but still used his best Zerg, which was simply asking for death.

Ten minutes later: "It's interesting."

Twenty minutes later: "There's something."

Thirty minutes later: "Some strength."

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An hour later: "Are all newbies in this game that strong?"

Lu Mingfei went to the toilet to clear his memory, and looked at his destroyed base with serious eyes.

Fortunately, he thought he would have a hearty victory in the first stop. Unexpectedly, he fought fiercely with the opponent for an hour and lost by one step. He felt that he would not sleep well tonight again.

At this time, the opponent sent an invitation to play. It seemed that he had had too much fun and wanted to play again. Lu Mingfei also wanted to regain the place. Just as he was about to fight the opponent again, his aunt's voice, as rich as a bell, came from the balcony next door:

"Lu Mingfei, what time is it? If you haven't come back to take a shower and go to bed, you don't have to go to class tomorrow, right?!"

Xiaolu was startled by the sound and realized that he seemed to have stayed at his uncle's house for a long time. It was almost ten o'clock since he left home in the morning and he hadn't gone back yet. No wonder his aunt lost her temper.

The young man picked up his schoolbag and rushed towards the balcony. When he was about to reach the door, he turned around and ran out of the main door. He only had time to leave one sentence in the room: "Uncle, see you tomorrow!"

As for that Old Tang, Xiaolu can only pray that he has a strong and brave heart and will not retreat because of the inhumane killing.