Lu Mingfei, the Martial Saint of the Dragon Clan

He lowered his eyes and tried his best to suppress the urge to look at that person, no, that person.

He raised his hand and held it in front of his eyes.

Without looking, Han Ye could imagine the miserable situation under the gloves.

He seemed to be back in those days of ice and snow.

Deadly white light.

Cold syringe.

A coffin-like operating table.

And his and their young and pale bodies.

Han Ye clenched his fist tightly.

He cried and sighed inwardly.

teacher.

"Hello!"

Lu Mingfei patted Han Ye on the shoulder to wake him up.

"Fell asleep?"

Lu Mingfei's bright eyes stared at him.

Clean and clear, it reminded Han Ye of those days in a shabby wooden house with a small kerosene lamp hanging in Siberia.

Did you see it, teacher?

Han Ye said in his heart.

I've made friends.

He rubbed his eyes and looked around as if he had just woken up.

"What's wrong?"

Han Ye said lazily.

"What else happened?"

Lu Mingfei waved to him.

"It's your turn!"

Old Tang San smiled and handed over the handle.

"Feifei is really amazing."

"Old Tang, you're not bad either."

Han Ye, who was immersed in his own world, did not see the battle between the two. Before, they mainly played StarCraft. They only played King of Fighters occasionally. They passed by the arcade and played a few games, but they were not very proficient.

But it was on this basis that the first King of Fighters battle between the two was so anxious.

They all sent out their final characters, and the various brilliant and precise moves were dazzling. At the critical moment when the countdown was about to run out, Lu Mingfei won with a slight advantage.

"What a hearty battle!"

"Yeah yeah."

Old Tang recalled, it was strange. He was originally a hunter who traveled between life and death. It should have been enough excitement and challenge for his heartbeat. But no matter how dangerous the mission was and how many good players were buried and never returned, Old Tang always found it boring. Can't muster the energy.

But playing games is different from Lu Mingfei.

Whether it was Star or King of Fighters, as long as his opponent was Lu Mingfei, Old Tang would be able to exert 200% of his strength, and even feel the urge to boil the blood all over his body.

Old Tang rubbed the back of his head and giggled.

I'm really a middle-class kid.

he thinks.

How could the blood boil? That person would have died early.

He shook his head and began to watch the match between Lu Mingfei and Han Ye attentively.

Old Tang cheered for Lu Mingfei's wonderful combo.

He will also clumsily comfort Han Ye’s character when he dies.

Finally, Han Ye used two and a half of his blood to kill Lu Mingfei's Iori, and Old Tang laughed at him with a playful smile, saying triumphantly, "Feifei, you too will have this day!"

Lu Mingfei gritted his teeth and swore to let Old Tang wait and give him a good look right away!

The two of them were saying lines similar to those in martial arts movies.

Soon Han Ye was defeated.

The disparity in strength between him and the two can be clearly seen.

Not to mention compared with Lu Mingfei, even Old Tang was far behind.

"Don't worry, brother!"

Old Tang solemnly took the handle from Han Ye, just like the Knights of the Round Table kneeling before King Arthur and swearing allegiance.

"I will inherit your legacy, hold high the battle flag, and move forward forever until I lose my life."

Han Ye:......

Should I say something?

he thinks.

How embarrassing!

Han Ye gasped as if he had a toothache.

Should I say it's noble? It's really different. What kind of psychological quality does it take to say such shameful words without any obstacles!

"Yes, my old enemy!"

Lu Mingfei crossed his arms and spoke with a kingly arrogance.

Come quickly and install a street light, right, right here, under this person’s feet!

Han Ye hesitated to speak.

Lu Mingfei pointed at Old Tang.

"Do you want to challenge me?"

"If you can do it."

He waved his hand again with the momentum of Muto Yugi drawing (printing) cards in the first generation Yu-Gi-Oh!

"My turn!"

Lu Mingfei coughed several times.

"Sorry for the cross words!"

Han Ye:......

Old Tang frowned.

"No, Fei Fei, my strength has declined!"

"Sorry sorry!"

Lu Mingfei lowered his head and smiled.

"Han Ye, look at this, look at that.

Why do you suddenly feel a little redundant?

"Come on, come on, brother Han, sit over there!"

Old Tang pointed to Lu Mingfei's side.

He flexed his fingers and smiled confidently.

“Convenient to hold the handle.”

"I won this round!"

Han Ye looked at the TV again and again.

That’s right, it’s just a game, it’s just King of Fighters, not some outrageous thing that determines the end of the world and the survival of mankind.

As for what?

"hey-hey."

Before the game started, Old Tang even winked at Han Ye, using his facial features to make such an expression, which was a perfect display of his talent.

"Brother Han, let me avenge you."

revenge.

Han Ye was in a trance for a moment.

Then he laughed softly.

Old Tang was stunned for a moment. This was the first time he had seen Han Ye smile. He had to say, it was really beautiful.

"Then it's up to you."

"It's easy to talk about."

Old Tang held the handle in anticipation.

"Put it on me."

Time is a very magical thing.

It is painfully long.

And because happiness is short-lived.

During the last class in the morning, you remembered the fried chicken drumsticks in the cafeteria, and you kept thinking about them over and over again, so the forty minutes lasted like a century.

But the same forty minutes were replaced by art, and the group sketching object was still the girl you had a crush on. Her clear eyes under the slanted bangs occasionally looked at you, and she sketched on the paper, but you didn't draw, just wasting a lot of time. Look at her, look at her brown sweater, and her fair face under the collar of the red plaid shirt under the sweater.

But time flies so fast. Before you finish watching, the bell rings. You are full of regrets. It’s really not enough. You still want to watch, so you just watch her in the brown sweater quietly with her head lowered while reading, sharpening her pencil, blowing the desk. The pencil shavings on it have the warm smell of her sunshine.

So are they.

No matter Old Tang or Han Ye.

I will remember that sunny afternoon many years later.

They played games in Lu Mingfei's house in Laojing Lane.

The three boys yelled, cheered for a beautiful move, and beat their chests for an unintentional mistake.

Then he burst into laughter, you want to pinch his face, he wants to rub your hair.

Bag after bag of potato chips.

One bottle after another of Coke.

The trash can is already full.

But what does it matter?

Just throw it on the ground.

Let’s think about the adults’ rules after we leave the house.

They're all just kids in this room who haven't grown up yet.

There is a saying that goes well.

A man is a boy until he dies.

Youth is a tower that reaches the sky made of bottles of Coke and bags of potato chips. On the tower are bicycles, basketball, the white skirt of a girl on a summer afternoon, and the faint smell of shampoo in the air. No matter what, you can't forget it.

There are no girls in this room though.

But there is Han Ye.

The cicadas that had been chirping all afternoon gradually stopped.

The sun sets in the west.

Orange-red light enveloped the three people scattered on the floor.

"Me...my wine!"

Han Ye opened the Coke in a daze and poured it into his mouth with a silly smile.

"This... this wine tastes really good."

Lu Mingfei shook his head.

"Another crazy one."