Dragon Race: Lu Mingfei Returns from a Wolf

Nono? Who is here?

Lu Mingfei never refuses other people's friend requests, and there are very few people who add him.

He clicked on Nono's QQ space, but it was blank. This netizen seemed not as willing to share his collection of literary sentences as others.

Lu Mingfei was sure that Nono was not his classmate, because his classmates all liked to express the lilac-like sadness of adolescence in the space.

"Forget it, next time."

Type a few words in the chat box.

He logged out of QQ, took a sign made from an old cigarette box with his ID number written on it, and went to the network administrator to cancel the temporary card.

When he got home, Lu Mingze looked unhappy.

"My parents said they would take you to an interview the day after tomorrow, so prepare well."

Xiao Pangzhi flipped through his cell phone, seemingly reviewing the chat history with Sunset.

What a beautiful youth, you don’t have to worry about whether you will have food to eat tomorrow, or you don’t have to be afraid that a sharp knife will pierce your chest in the shadows.

As long as you lie on the bed, you can fantasize as much as you want in that little box. Maybe the sunset in your cousin's imagination is a ballet dancer in a lace dress. She raises her white neck and is sent abroad by her ruthless family.

Sunset stepped on her high heels and ran away from the home that was like a cage of golden birds. She pulled the hem of her white skirt and ran into the noisy and dirty Internet cafe just to send a message to her little cousin.

"I'm going to study abroad."

However, before she could say goodbye, she was kidnapped by her hateful parents.

Just let my cousin put on his headphones and listen to Jay Chou's "All the Way North" late at night. From then on, the sunset disappears in his life. He will never know that the pretty 16-year-old short-haired lolita is with him.

The cousin I live with day and night pretends to be.

...

The next morning, Lu Mingfei came to school.

There is a beautiful youthful atmosphere everywhere, including the energetic elementary school girls in uniforms and ponytails, the headstrong female classmates with full personality and hollow kitty pins on their hair.

When Lu Mingfei came here, it felt like he was in another world. Others were holding hands and walking into the campus chatting and laughing in groups. He was the only one who was alone, with no classmates to talk to.

Shilan High School is a key school, and there are top students who get into Tsinghua and Peking University every year, but this obviously has nothing to do with Lu Mingfei. He is at the low end of the food chain, and the only impression everyone has of him is that he is bad.

He often uses the name of "e-sports exchange meetings" to charge for Internet fees. As long as you are willing to buy him a computer and a bottle of Pepsi that costs three yuan, he will immediately follow you.

Behind you.

Everyone's impression of him is not good, but not bad either, because he is very sensible and knows what he is, so he never quarrels with others.

He entered the classroom, pondered and walked to the seat in the second-to-last row of the classroom. He quietly opened the first page of the English book and saw the characters Lu Mingfei crookedly written on it. So he breathed a sigh of relief and sat on his seat.

No one cared about this little loser, and only when some strangers were writing their school records would they think of saying hello to him.

He sat in the classroom, but his heart was far away.

Only those who have been to hell know how beautiful life is.

Even though he killed so many people, his whole body was stained red with blood, and even the smell of blood could only be smelled in his nose, he didn't feel how awesome he was, because if you don't kill people, others will come to kill you.

Forced.

To be fair, he never thought about killing anyone, but he was forced by the situation and had no choice but to do so.

And the power of immortality really shouldn't exist in this world.

He felt like Jotaro Kujo who had awakened the "Platinum Star" and embarked on a journey to defeat the evil Dio and save his comatose mother.

Destined fate brought him to Ashina Castle.

Who didn’t dream of becoming a big hero when they were young?

Just like Xiaodu, he drives the Shenlong and shouts "Victory Climbs the Dragon Sword!", and then he can chop up the enemy's magic mecha and usher in victory amidst explosions and black smoke.

It's just that the hero is not as glorious as he imagined. He also went through the stage of kneeling on the ground and begging for mercy before he could hold the handle of Kakimaru tightly and not let go.

During lunch break, he looked at the chattering classmates in the classroom, and he secretly felt happy in his heart.

He is Spider-Man's true identity, Peter Parker, the Superman before he put on red pants.

If the students knew that the little bad guy in their eyes was a murderous ninja, I wonder if some of them would be scared to death.

"Lu Mingfei, aren't you going to join the literary club in the afternoon?"

Chen Wenwen was wearing a transparent white dress and holding a copy of Nietzsche's "The Gathering of Giants".

Her figure is not outstanding, especially her breasts. To use an Internet buzzword, they are like airports. She is not tall either, but she has the unique temperament of a cold literary girl.

There are three major forces in Lu Mingfei's class, one third admires the little piano beauty Liu Miaomiao, one third lies at the feet of the little goddess Su Xiaoqiang, and the rest belong to Chen Wenwen's white cotton skirt.

"I have something going on at home." Lu Mingfei scratched his head and smiled innocently. He hadn't communicated with anyone for a long time and didn't know what to say.

"I want to hold a graduation party in the literary club before graduation. I originally planned to talk about it at the literary club event this afternoon."

"Then let me know what you have agreed upon."

"Are you really not going?" Chen Wenwen stared at him, her black pupils reflecting Lu Mingfei's dull face.

"I'm really sorry, I really can't spare the time." Lu Mingfei clasped his hands together and blinked apologetically.

There was still one month left before the college entrance examination, and he didn't want to waste time.

If you are just trying to hug someone temporarily, you still have to hug him.

Chen Wenwen's grades are among the best, and she is almost recommended to Tsinghua and Peking University. Unlike him, who is at the bottom of the class, people have already used Doraemon's memory bread to imprint the knowledge in books and eat it in their stomachs.

Nor will it be forgotten.

For his IQ, which is comparable to that of a big bear, he really has to seize every minute and every second now. During class today, he was reading seriously. Every minute is money.

A sentence that the junior high school teacher talks about every day can wipe out thousands of people with one point. By then, one point difference from a key high school will cost tens of thousands of dollars. So you are not studying, you are making money!

Lu Mingfei thought about at least enrolling in a better junior college. He searched online. If college students join the army, the subsidies will be higher. It depends on whether they can go to Japan.

When we get there, we may be able to find a Yamaguchi group to work with. The physical skills he trained in Ashina have not disappeared. When ordinary people fight with him, they are just giving in. He can hit a hundred people with one hand without taking a breath.

Maybe there is also a mafia legend of "Sekiro". A wolf single-handedly beat the entire Sumiyoshi clan to the ground and foamed at the mouth. Even the bullets were cut in half by the blade of Kakimaru. From then on, it became

The pinnacle of humanity.

He almost forgot about the girl in a white dress in front of him and was immersed in his own fantasy.