Lu Mingfei, the Martial Saint of the Dragon Clan

Changmao pulled the corners of his mouth and smiled.

He put his hands on the ground and struggled to stand up.

But a bottle of ice water obviously couldn't completely pull him out of his drunken state. He was only slightly sober, and he was still swaying like a ship on the sea. Lu Mingfei put his hand on him and supported him.

Changmao looked at Lu Mingfei unexpectedly and asked again.

"Don't you think I'm dirty?"

"You know it too, brother."

Lu Mingfei grimaced.

"How much did you drink? The taste is really strong."

"forget."

The drunkard smiled palely. This smile should not have appeared on the face of a young man in his twenties. It was too cold and too weak, just like an old man who was declining. He was lying in bed without the strength to turn over. He could just watch and wait for time to take away his life day and night, and no matter how hard he tried, it would be in vain.

"Forget it, I can walk by myself, I won't make it dirty for you later."

He said softly, politely and distantly.

"It doesn't matter. I've endured death, and I'm still afraid of you, an alcoholic."

Changmao just laughed and laughed, silently lowering his head, and his messy bangs covered his eyebrows.

It was only when Lu Mingfei got closer that he realized that this man was actually quite good-looking, with delicate and delicate features. If he was well groomed, many girls would like him.

It's just that with his desolate appearance now, let alone liking him, I'm afraid girls will have to take a detour if they see him.

He found an empty seat and settled down in Changmao. Lu Mingfei warmly helped to turn on the phone, and Changmao said thank you seriously.

"Why are you being polite to me?"

Lu Mingfei laughed hahaha.

Then he said sheepishly.

"Um, I was really sorry just now."

"Just now?"

Changmao had forgotten that Lu Mingfei almost crushed his collarbone.

He was so drunk at that time that he probably only remembered Xiaoya.

Lu Mingfei said a few more words and then returned to the counter.

"Go, help me give this to him."

The network management girl was smoking and threw a dry towel over.

"Okay, do you have a tip?"

"Tip back, come on, do you want second-hand smoke? You're an international student."

Seeing Changmao again, he logged into QQ and was curled up in a chair staring at the chat interface in a daze.

Those eyes were full of confusion, probably remembering.

He seemed to have woken up from his drunken state.

But he still hasn't escaped from the memories.

"Here, towel, wipe it off."

"Thanks."

He smiled palely again.

This is the second or third time he has said thank you.

Lu Mingfei was a little surprised. He used to frequent Internet cafes. Every one of the people here was either "fuck" or "f*ck". Regardless of the nature of winning or losing the game, these two words could perfectly express their emotions.

But Changmao was different. He was polite and distant when he said thank you, like a poet in trouble.

Lu Mingfei thought of his face when he was staring at the chat interface, and it suddenly overlapped with his past self. At that time, Lu Mingfei was still secretly in love with Chen Wenwen. Such a vigorous secret love had become known to the whole school.

At that time, he would quietly get up at night and turn on the computer, or go to the Internet cafe to hang up QQ, and while controlling the puppies in the interstellar to kill everyone, he would frequently cut out to see if the avatar of the girl in the baseball cap was jumping.

As long as the avatar dances, he is as happy as the Chinese New Year. Even if Chen Wenwen just says "Please help me collect the reading notes from the literary club this week", he is still happy. He is the kind of person who can't wait to take a small notebook to write down every word of this girl. This level of happiness can be achieved by reciting every sentence and every word of the Chinese language in its entirety.

So, does this Changmao have a girl he likes?

Lu Mingfei thought to himself.

He suddenly became curious and quickly glanced at Changmao's chat interface.

This one glance is enough.

He saw Changmao's signature clearly.

Lu Mingfei was stunned and frowned.

He scratched his head and whispered to himself.

"It's weird, it shouldn't be."

Back at the counter, before Lu Mingfei could figure it out, he asked the network management girl.

"Do you know who the girl that Brother Changmao likes is?"

"died."

The network administrator girl held a cigarette in her mouth, her fingers jumped on the keyboard, and she completed her homework accurately and quickly like a sniper. The virtual character on the screen danced brilliantly. She was the best in the audience, and the applause and cheers were deafening.

She took off her headphones.

"That person was stupid if he wasn't like that."

She said it with emphasis.

"Extremely stupid."

"I could have gone abroad, but to be reduced to this for a dead man is either stupid or something."

The smoke blurred the girl's eyebrows and framed her cold expression in the out-of-focus photo.

"That's it, he's dead."

Lu Mingfei said.

"Okay, it's time to talk about you."

The girl stared at Lu Mingfei.

"Don't try to fool me!"

"What...what's wrong?"

Lu Mingfei felt guilty for no reason, but God, please cheer up, why are you guilty of Yama!

Oddly enough, when it comes to fighting, whether it's kicking someone out or killing someone, Lu Mingfei really has the courage and style of Yama.

But when it comes to daily life, he is just like a teenager.

This is what the little emperor envied Lu Mingfei the most. Waigang was able to extend his life to a hundred and twenty years, and his peak period lasted until the last year of his life. Before that, they were all in their prime, but in the last year Years will visibly age day by day until death.

There are even some strong people who can flourish in youth until the last day of their life, and then on this day, their black silk will turn to white snow, their wrinkles will pile up, and in a blink of an eye they will be skin and bones. This is the so-called sitting state.

Of course, Waigang has been fighting all year round, fighting with people and injuring countless people. Very few people can successfully survive to the end of their lifespan.

Lu Mingfei's master is an example.

However, although Waigang is at the peak of his youth, his character will grow old, and there is no one like Lu Mingfei who, after more than 20 years of wind, frost, rain and snow, is still the same young boy in the end.

"What else happened!"

The webmaster girl had her hands on her hips.

"This is where you should be!"

"Do you know how chaotic it is!"

"You still have to go abroad. If you don't want to study hard, don't think that everything will be fine if you go abroad. If you don't study hard when you go abroad, you are wasting your life, you know!"

"Oh oh oh."

Lu Mingfei nodded repeatedly and smiled apologetically.

There is no way, two thousand yuan is too heavy.

After preaching, the girl softened her voice and stepped forward to carefully adjust Lu Mingfei's collar, like a sister.

"I can understand if you don't want to go home for the time being."

"It's not easy for everyone, and everyone can understand when they have troubles."

"As for the little money, let's rent a house and don't come to the Internet cafe all the time. It's not a big deal. If you stay alone for a while, there won't be any difficulties that you can't overcome."

She was so gentle at the moment, and she was completely different from the cold-faced female gangster who used ice water to sober up an alcoholic.

"Should I cry a little."

Lu Mingfei scratched his head and smiled.

"Wait a minute, I'll ask someone to borrow some eye drops and I'll be back soon."

The girl smiled helplessly.

"You are such a person."

she says.

"Actually, it's like this."

Lu Mingfei briefly talked about what happened today.

Briefly describing the process of entering the gym, he said that he went to the Children's Palace to apply for a job, was chosen by them, signed a contract, and was already a paid martial artist.

"Don't try to lie to me."

The girl literally had the words "I don't believe it, just make it up" written all over her face.

"I knew you didn't believe it."

Lu Mingfei was already prepared.

He took out a wad of paper from his bag.

This bag was taken from the kendo class. It is a simple cloth bag with the logo of the kendo class printed on it. They carry it wherever there is a competition. There are many piles in the warehouse. The coach has one, and Lu Mingfei just happens to put it there. Masks and some miscellaneous items.