Dragon Race: Lu Mingfei Returns from a Wolf

Wednesday morning, Regent Hotel.

This is the only five-star hotel in this southern city, a global chain.

My uncle likes to drink tea with friends in the lobby here and brag about it, until the waiter refills the cup until the strong tea turns into boiled water. This way, the consumption is not high, and it also gives him a sense of accomplishment in enjoying the world's top service.

The uncle drove Lu Mingfei to the door of the hotel in a small BMW. He had already asked for leave from school, so he didn't have to go to school all morning.

Lu Mingfei had never entered the glass door of the hotel. He looked around with wide eyes, like a country bumpkin who had never seen the world.

“This hotel is so fucking luxurious! American schools are so fucking rich.”

The magnificent hall has a large crystal chandelier hanging on the high dome. Beauties in uniforms and smiling faces stand upright at the door of the hotel, listening to the "Welcome" spit out from their red lips. No matter how uncomfortable it is,

You will also feel better.

"Hello, are you here for an interview at Kassel College?" the tall young lady asked softly.

"right."

"Please follow me." She bowed slightly and opened the glass door politely. Until Lu Mingfei's left and right feet were stepping on the bright red carpet at the door, she gently closed the door and led the way.

After getting on the elevator, he arrived at the administrative floor. There were seventeen seats in front of him, and many of them were occupied.

Su Xiaoqiang, Liu Miaomiao, Chen Wenwen, and Zhao Menghua are all here. There are also some people I have seen but can't name. They all seem to come from their schools.

"Lu Mingfei?" Everyone who knew him exclaimed.

No one in the class knew this notoriously bad boy, and no one would have thought that he would come to the interview today.

He held the envelope in his hand, greeted his classmates, and sat casually on an empty seat.

How do you say that? He has food at home and doesn't feel panic. He is a rich man with a hundred thousand dollars in hand. Even if he rents out this big hotel, he will still be confident.

His butt rested firmly on the chair. If he had a beer belly, he would be so powerful that even the director would have to toast him several glasses of wine when he came.

There is a pen and form on the chair. On it are things like name, age, etc. that need to be filled in.

While he was filling it out, he quietly looked around. Everyone seemed to be well prepared, and they were all powerful enemies.

Needless to say, Zhao Menghua's pronunciation was not much to say. His family spent a lot of money to hire a foreign teacher for him. Su Xiaoqiang spent a year in the United States when he was in junior high school. Chen Wenwen also carefully matched her clothes. At first glance, she looked like an aristocratic child who came from a British school.

He glanced at it and knew that his chances of admission were almost zero.

The fight begins the moment you step into the hotel. Only the strongest and most dazzling people can kill all the bullies and gain the discernment of American school examiners.

It is said online that American schools are very stingy. Harvard University only recruits a few people from China every year. This school is probably about the same.

My aunt said that her professors are top students who graduated from Harvard and only recruit the best of the best.

The aunt and uncle didn't expect him to be admitted at all. They just hoped that he could become familiar and gain interview experience so that he could come back and explain to Lu Mingze.

After all, his aunt was willing to spend money to enroll him as a student in the United States just to pave the way for Lu Mingze.

Although Lu Mingze's grades are not bad, they are still far behind the top 5 of Tsinghua University and Peking University. If he can go abroad and get a reputation as a turtle, it will naturally give him face, and he can brag about it with his neighbor's aunt when shopping for groceries.

lifetime.

The waiter brought tea, a cup of hot milk and freshly baked croissants. He tore off a piece of soft bread and soaked it in the milk, which also had a unique flavor.

But to be honest, he thinks this tastes similar to soy milk and fried dough sticks, but the price is dozens of times higher. If today's meal was not free, he would definitely go to a stall downstairs to have breakfast.

While he was enjoying a luxurious breakfast, a bright scenery suddenly attracted everyone's attention.

The high-heeled shoes thumped on the marble floor of the hotel, and the tall and perfect curves appeared from the elevator door.

The bangs in front of her forehead are neatly combed, and her burgundy hair is tied up, looking full of momentum.

Chen Motong was wearing a dark purple dress, with trousers slit all the way to the top of her fair and smooth thighs, silver four-leaf clover earrings hanging from her earlobes, and light blue ornaments on her wrists. Her expression was indifferent and contemptuous of everything.

Like a powerful queen.

All the little boys present except Lu Mingfei were blushing and their hearts were beating, and their eyes seemed to fall down and crawl into the beauty's pants so that they could explore the mysterious garden.

She walked to the door and glanced at all the guests present. The little boys and girls couldn't help but lower their heads when they met her eyes. The proud son Zhao Menghua was no exception. Only the little girl Su Xiaoqiang looked directly at her stubbornly.

eyes, but her gaze didn't stay on Su Xiaoqiang's face for even one second.

Only Lu Mingfei stared at her fiercely for a while, then opened the door with her left hand and walked in angrily.

"Lu Mingfei, did you step on the examiner's shoes?" Chen Wenwen whispered, "Her eyes are like she wants to eat you up."

"She is the examiner?" Lu Mingfei felt chilled.

It's totally out of the question now. Although he didn't step on the beautiful lady's noble shoes, he put a steel knife on someone's neck yesterday!

Come on, it was a waste of time.

By the way, are all American girls this hot? Do you dare to ride a will-o'-the-wisp on the street and stab people with steel knives in broad daylight?

If his future wife had such a character, he would definitely not be able to accept it.

In his plan, his lover must be a gentle woman with long hair. When he returns home in the evening, she will thoughtfully come over to help him take off his coat and hat and put them on the hanger in the entrance hall.

There was hot food and soup on the dining table, and he sat across from it, grumbling.

Sometimes he washes the dishes, and sometimes his wife washes the dishes. When the night gets late, the two of them lie in bed and whisper.

"Let's have a child." He would hug his beloved girl with a smirk on his face.

The girl blushed and punched his chest with her small fist, but did not refuse. She just nodded slightly and contributed her meager strength to the great demographic dividend.

This is the ideal married life.

He thought of Miniang again. Although her whole body was as cold as ice, her heart was extremely warm, like a candle flame. It was not dazzling or intimidating, but it could warm your heart a little bit when it was stuck in the abyss.

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"Has Liu Miaomiao arrived?" A calm male voice broke Lu Mingfei's fantasy.

The door of the inner conference room was pushed open, and a tall and thin young man walked out from behind the door. He spoke extremely authentic Mandarin and had an extremely Chinese face.

He was wearing a dark green suit with thin silver trim on the collar, shiny golden buttons and cuffs, and a badge tattooed with silver thread on his chest, like a half-withered tree. It looked like a school uniform, but Lu Ming

I have never seen such exquisite school uniforms.

"Arrived!" The little piano beauty stood up suddenly, her voice trembling.

"I am the examiner Ye Sheng, please come with me." He grinned, showing his white teeth.