Dragon Clan: Restart your life

In the previous life, Isabella was the new helmsman of the lace and white dress girls group, and was the assistant secretary specially left to him by Caesar.

After Victoria entered school, she came into contact with the "high-class" version of Chairman Lu Mingfei, instead of the S-class bad guy she once was, so the girl once publicly confessed her feelings on the Night Watch forum...

It's just that everyone's final ending is a bit bad. After all, no one has a bright future in the apocalypse.

Lu Mingfei was not prepared to come forward to say hello. We were all strangers now, so why bother to come forward and disturb their lives.

A girl who is like a flower should meet the right boy and have a vigorous love at an age when flowers are in full bloom.

And he was clearly not the "right boy."

Students passing by the corridor walked in groups of two to the cafeteria not far away. They curiously looked at the three new Asians and whispered about their origins.

Because Kassel College implements a Chinese exchange system, foreign preparatory classes begin Chinese training in high school. Lu Mingfei could hear the junior students barely conversing in broken Chinese.

Although the dragon bloodline gives hybrids a physique and intelligence that far exceeds that of ordinary people, but... Chinese is really too difficult!

Lu Mingfei couldn't help but gloat when he thought of the mixed-races who were sent to school by their families because of him.

…

"Sri Lankan Ceylon black tea, I got it from the principal of Angers. I tried it and it has a very rich taste."

Professor Romanti smiled and poured a stream of crimson water from the bone china teapot, carrying dense white steam, into the porcelain cup.

Lu Mingfei noticed that Professor Romandi used the word "shun". This word alone was enough to show Professor Romandi's profound knowledge of Chinese.

After Professor Romandy poured tea for the three of them one by one, he sat behind the desk and asked curiously: "Have you two been invited to the afternoon tea of ​​Principal Angers?"

Lu Mingfei and Chu Zihang looked at each other and nodded together.

Professor Romanti smiled and said: "His afternoon tea is a traditional program of the college. Only the best students are invited. There is no doubt that you are the best."

Lu Mingfei held the porcelain cup and looked at the layout of the room.

The air is filled with a faint scent of wood, and everything you look at is the oily color of old wood. There is a three-story bookshelf by the window, which is filled with various professional books. The midday sun shines through the glass into the room, projecting a A grid of window shadows.

He squinted his eyes in comfort, thinking of having a nice sleep under the warm sunshine.

Hmm...I've been getting sleepy lately.

The side effects of frequent use of Longwen in this body gradually appeared.

"...The 3E exam is scheduled for the day after tomorrow. You can relax during these two days, such as walking around the town..."

Lu Mingfei raised his hand to cover his mouth and yawned.

Professor Romandi's voice vibrated the fine dust particles in the sunlight, clearly reached his ears, and seemed to get further and further away...

Professor Romandy suddenly stopped.

Chu Zihang and Xia Mi followed her gaze and found that Lu Mingfei was asleep with his eyes closed, holding a tea cup with one hand.

"It seems that our S-class is very tired." Professor Romanti chuckled.

"Sorry, the battle last night was sudden." Chu Zihang whispered apologetically, "Junior brother is the main force, maybe he is tired."

"I'm very interested in what happened last night. Do you mind telling me about it in another place?"

Professor Romanti smiled gently and said,

"We don't have to report like we do in the execution department. We can be more casual, bring snacks and black tea, and have afternoon tea on the outdoor balcony next door. How about that?"

Holding the tea cup, Chu Zihang stood up and said politely: "Of course, please."

Xia Mi also picked up the tea cup and followed Chu Zihang. The three of them walked out of the house with gentle steps, gently closed the door and sat on the open-air balcony next door.

Only Lu Mingfei, who was breathing steadily and long and falling into sleep, was left in the room.

The afternoon sun shone brightly on his body, like a blanket covering him.

I don't know how much time passed before a small figure appeared next to him.

Lu Mingze sat next to him, turning his head and squinting at the distant scenery outside the window, humming a folk song from an unknown country softly.

He seemed to be in a good mood, humming briskly, and each note was pulsing with joy.

"Brother, your girl is going out!"

He turned around and looked at the sleeping Lu Mingfei, tilted his head and said with a smile.

"Destiny is always like this. You just change a little bit of it, but under the impetus of fate, you transform into the butterfly that flaps the tornado."

"You have to hurry up, or you won't be able to catch up with your girl."

…

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Japan, Tokyo.

Japanese-style suite on the top floor of the hotel.

The floor of this top-level suite is covered with traditional tatami mats, and the interior is separated by simple white paper screens. The windows open to let in the full moonlight.

There was a white porcelain vase placed next to the white wooden screen, and the vase was empty.

"As evidence of this, the hairpin was given to me by the emperor himself in the past;

Don't forget your romantic feelings, just chat with him and repay him, and you will be lucky in a moment of kindness;

Returning Chai's thoughts to Linqiong, Three Thousand Weak Waters East, the clouds are red again;

The shadow of the moon has long since melted, and there are many obstacles ahead;

The journey is lost, and looking back is in vain. "

The figures in the moonlight walked and sang, and the sound reminded people of mottled ancient paintings.

He had a blood-red wide-sleeved kimono draped over his shoulders, embroidered with large flowers of Higan flower. This flower, also known as manjusawa, was as red as freshly shed blood, and complemented the man's white skin.

The person singing this woman's song is actually a man, but when he dances, his waist is like a sash and his shoulders are solitary, people completely forget his gender.

Sakurai Kogure sat on her knees and looked at the man in the field with her eyes, unable to bear to interrupt his performance.

In front of this man, Sakurai Kogure felt that her beauty was as thin as dust on a leaf, because this man was more bright and graceful than her. In front of this kind of man, women were simply superfluous creatures.

The man sighed softly and sat cross-legged, slowly closing the white paper fan in his hand. His long hair was spread out like a black waterfall.

"I heard that General Wang is going to let you go to Osaka to open a casino?"

Sakurai Kogure knelt behind the man and massaged his shoulders, and said softly: "Yes, the Kukakukan is our major strategy against the eight Sheqi families. It will completely reshuffle the gambling industry controlled by the underworld."

"When will it officially open for business?" The man took Sakurai Kogure's hand and kissed the back of her hand, "Do you want me to support you?"

"It's such an honor!" Sakurai Kogure whispered with a blush on her face.

"How is Oyama Takazo's experiment going?" the man asked.

"There has been progress, and it is expected that qualified test products will be available by the end of this year."

"Oh? Has the organization selected the experimental subjects?" The man said in an interesting tone.

"Not yet." Sakurai Kogure was silent for a moment and whispered, "But I have a suitable candidate to recommend to you."

The man looked slightly surprised and said, "This is not a good thing. Has anyone offended you?"

Sakurai Kogure shook his head quickly, lowered his head and said: "It's my brother. I have a half-brother named Sakurai Akira. He is also a ghost. He has been locked up in the mountain academy funded by the family. If you really need it, Experimental subject, maybe give him a chance.”