Dragon Race: Lu Mingfei Returns from a Wolf

Eriyi took a pen and drew on the paper. It was a round cake with the words "Sakura is so delicious" written underneath.

Yuan Zhisheng entered the room again.

"Eriyi, it's time to go get checked."

The girl's head drooped. She hated those people in white coats.

Every time she came back after running away from home, the researchers would do a full physical examination in order to monitor her stable condition, but Minamoto felt that it was useless and would only make Eriki unhappy.

The physical examination report was just to reassure some people in the upper echelons of the family. In fact, what should have worsened would not get better, and the physical examination was not treatment. He had already told his father several times, but his father said he was responsible for other clan members.

Minamoto is not the emperor. Although he has a great say in the matter, he is not allowed to make private decisions on some matters.

The short-haired boy has gone, but he left a very deep impression in his heart. One day in the future... they will definitely meet again, but when they meet again, I don't know if they will be old friends... or enemies...

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Lu Mingfei changed into dry clothes and continued his journey to Japan.

After that little episode, he suddenly wanted to challenge the Japanese swordsmanship dojo, commonly known as the kicking gym.

After a day of rest and playing Street Fighter with "Eriyi PSN" for a while, he went to inquire about the dojo.

As a result, he was greatly disappointed. Most of the dojos were in vain, and they taught only entry-level children in junior high, middle and primary schools. Some of the masters had some real skills, but when compared with the original students, the gap was extremely obvious.

He spent five days visiting all the nearby dojos. After that, he didn't go out much and stayed in bed playing games.

It should be said that he is worthy of Lu Mingfei, and he can still stay at home even when traveling.

"Lu Mingze" disappeared. Lu Mingfei felt that he was a piece of his mind. He had stayed in Weiming for a long time and had some mental problems.

He didn't think it was something beyond scientific explanation. Although he saw flaming golden pupils in Yuan Zhisheng's eyes, he only thought it was an illusion.

A person who came back from the war era and died thousands of times would inevitably have some mental abnormalities. It is already remarkable that he did not open his mouth and drool "Abba Ababa".

There was no one to play "Uncharted 2" with him online, so he played by himself, and occasionally played Street Fighter with "Eli Yi".

It's strange to say that every time "Eliyi" goes online, she will be sent an invitation immediately, as if she has been waiting for it.

Lu Mingfei stayed in the hotel until the last day. After packing his bags, he boarded the plane to the United States.

The PS3 game discs that he wanted to take away were subject to very high customs duties. Although he had cleared several of them, he was reluctant to leave them in Japan and still reluctantly paid to have them checked on the plane.

At 1 pm on September 25, he arrived at the New York Airport as scheduled.

"Hey, Old Tang, I'm getting off the plane!" He made a video call to Old Tang.

Old Tang made an agreement with him yesterday to drive him in a Greyhound.

"Come on, come on, I see you!" A dusty man in the distance was waving.

Lu Mingfei walked over with a bow in hand and looked around: "Where is your greyhound?"

"Over there." He pointed to a bus.

"Did you drive a bus? That's awesome!" Lu Mingfei gave a thumbs up.

It’s not easy to get a bus driver’s license.

"No, I came here on it." Old Tang smiled mischievously: "Come and enjoy the American poor's greyhound paradise with me!"

He helped Lu Mingfei put his luggage into the car, and then led Lu Mingfei into the car.

It turns out that this guy has no money to buy a car at all, and he can't even pay for gas. The so-called Greyhound is this kind of cheap bus.

There were many black people in the car and it seemed unsafe. Old Tang led him to the back seat of the last row. Not long after, the car started.

They marched along the U.S. interstate highways, singing ugly songs.

The car was very noisy, and there were people singing along with them. A bunch of strangers gathered together to brag and chat, not knowing where they were going.

The black friends told funny jokes, and after a while, Lu Mingfei became mingled with them.

Although his English was not good, he had a great time with Old Tang translating for him.

When they see something interesting, they get out of the car and walk around, buy local hot dogs and eat them in the exhaust of the car, waiting for the next Greyhound to come and take them to a farther place.

It is very free to wander around the world and be unrestrained. Most of the people who ride Greyhound are poor people in the United States. Some of them have lost their goals and wander around with the bus. When the money is gone, they become homeless people on the street.

The two of them were lying on the bench in the service area, boasting about the incredible bullshit and chatting about the hot girls they had never seen before.

It was late at night, and Old Tang kept his promise and took Lu Mingfei to eat steak.

The steak from a shabby old street stall was very cheap. It cost less than $15 for two people to eat it. This was really a very low price.

Although Lu Mingfei has money in his pocket, when he comes to his employer's place, he must let his employer treat him. This is friendship. It would be wrong for him to treat guests instead.

The good brothers rushed to the Internet cafe together, where they fought, caroused, and burned every passion in the hottest screams.

It wasn't until early in the morning that they returned to Tang's rental house in Brooklyn.

The room was small and a little damp. It was undoubtedly a place where only poor people would live.

A square-head computer was placed on the table. Apart from that, there was only a simple bed and a window that could not see the sun.

Lu Mingfei didn't mind at all. When he was in Weiming, he always used the sky as his quilt and the earth as his bed.

There was always the sound of a train passing overhead, which was very loud, but the two brothers were tired, and after a while they lay on the bed, swaying around and snoring.

They only woke up after sleeping for a whole day. Their hair was messy and the smell of cigarette smoke from the Internet cafe made them extremely filthy.

The two looked at each other, but couldn't help laughing.

"Brother, I haven't had so much fun in a long time." Old Tang leaned against the wall, "It's so fun! You have to have someone to accompany you when drinking and eating meat!"

"Old Tang, a gift for you." Lu Mingfei took out a pack of cherry blossom cakes from the suitcase, "Sakura cakes imported from Japan are sweet but not greasy."

"How can you be so embarrassed? I came to my brother's place to give him a gift." Old Tang said this, but his hand seemed to grab the bag containing the cakes rudely.

His income is not high, and since he has broadband, he rarely goes to Internet cafes. After leading Lu Mingfei for a whole day of partying, his wallet has reached the bottom.

But what does it matter?

Good brothers are like this. When they get together, they must find a place to have a carnival, vent everything, curse together, whistle together, and when exhausted, fall on the pillow and fall asleep.

This is called men's romance, and it is difficult for women to understand it.

Even if he didn't even have the money to pay the rent, he would take Lu Mingfei to buy two hot dogs.

Greyhounds and hot dogs, that was the only thing he could guarantee.