Lu Mingfei, who studied Dragon Clan before slaying the dragon

At seven o'clock in the morning, Lu Mingfei's aunt's house.

Lu Mingfei held a copy of "1024 Commonly Used Japanese Vocabulary" early in the morning and quietly practiced pronunciation on the balcony. As usual, his aunt's family was still immersed in unrealistic dreams at this point.

In her dream, her aunt transformed into a tenant who owns more than ten properties. She was only responsible for collecting rent, doing beautification, and playing mahjong with a group of rich ladies every day. Wearing a Brioni haute couture suit, he was struggling with which watch to wear. He and his friends, who were either rich or wealthy, booked a high-end teahouse or coffee shop to brag.

My cousin Lu Mingze’s Meng Lu Mingfei doesn’t want to guess, because the content may be a bit inappropriate for children.

Ding ding ding!

The rapid ringing of the doorbell brought everyone back from their sweet dreams to the cruel reality.

"Is there a death in your family? Ring the doorbell so early in the morning!" Auntie's sweet dream was interrupted and she shouted angrily at the door.

"Mom, who is it? I have to go to the Children's Palace for tutoring in English and math in an hour, and I will definitely lose my energy in class later!" Lu Mingze complained, rubbing his sleepy eyes.

Lu Mingfei asked, are you sure your listlessness is just because you missed this hour of sleep?

The uncle sat up from the bed and looked at his wife, who had messy hair and was so angry that she was about to stab her with a knife. He didn't know whether to dissuade her or try to continue the dream. After all, he struggled all night to finally choose. That Patek Philippe Nautilus!

Lu Mingfei opened the door with an apologetic look. It seemed that no matter it was midnight or early in the morning, her aunt's mouth would always be so touching!

The moment the door was opened, a burly figure immediately squeezed into the aisle along the crack in the door and held Lu Mingfei's hand enthusiastically, "Lu Mingfei! I can finally see you!"

"Professor Guderian? Hello." Lu Mingfei looked at the old man in front of him with hot eyes and wanted to eat him in one bite, and calmly withdrew his hand.

At this moment, he had the illusion that he was the reincarnation of Jin Chanzi - if Professor Guderian looked like a hungry old monster at this moment, then Lu Mingfei must be the fattest Tang Monk!

"No one can come out of my house today without giving me a valid reason!" Auntie took a broom and prepared to block the door. Not only did she want to pay some mental damages to these uninvited guests who disturbed her dreams so early in the morning, she must at least be sincere. Apologize before letting go.

However, when the aunt saw Professor Guderian and Ye Sheng who had already stepped through the door and were a head taller than her, the middle-aged woman began to feel frightened again. She could not help but flinch a little while holding the broom and shouted loudly. Shouting: "Dad, come quickly!"

The uncle put on his clothes and walked out of the room quickly. He looked at the person coming with vigilant eyes, and his mind quickly estimated the gap between his own and the opponent's combat power and whether he should call the police immediately.

As soon as Lu Mingze, who was wearing light blue pajamas, walked out of the room, he was protected behind him like a lioness protecting a calf.

"This is Professor Guderian from Kassel College. I mentioned it to you." Lu Mingfei pointed at Guderian and his group and introduced, "This is my uncle, aunt and my cousin."

"Professor Guderian? I've only heard of Guderian, which means good morning." Auntie still looked at the professor whose identity was doubtful with vigilant eyes.

"I see, you are Lu Mingfei's elders. This child must be so good without your daily encouragement!" Professor Guderian waved his hand, and Ye Sheng, who was behind him, immediately stepped forward with two gift boxes. "I'm sorry to bother you. I came in a hurry and didn't have time to prepare. This is Wuyi rock tea brought from Fujian and Maotai from Guizhou. Small gifts are not disrespectful."

"Oh, Professor Gu, how embarrassing is this!" She said she was embarrassed, but the middle-aged woman's hand took the two gift boxes honestly, and the vigilance and suspicion in her eyes disappeared in an instant, "Don't keep You’re standing at the door, Lu Mingfei, why don’t you hurry up and move chairs for the guests!”

The middle-aged woman's eyes almost squinted with laughter. She handed the two gift boxes to her husband. The man glanced at the words "Special Grade" marked on the tea gift box and "Kweichow Moutai" clearly marked on the liquor gift box. With big characters, he, who often frequents high-end places, certainly knows that the value of these two gifts is definitely more than five figures, which can definitely be called "precious"!

The man was secretly frightened and at the same time, he nodded slightly towards the woman to indicate that the gift was fine, that it was genuine and valuable! Seeing this, the smile on the middle-aged woman's wrinkled face became even more cheerful, like a blooming chrysanthemum.

Professor Guderian and Ye Sheng moved to the living room. The originally crowded corridor was finally a little empty. Two girls walked in the door holding hands and talking and laughing.

"Hello, senior sister." Lu Mingfei greeted politely.

"Finally willing to take the initiative to call me senior?" Nono squinted at Lu Mingfei and the green soft-covered "1024 Commonly Used Japanese Vocabulary" in his hand.

"My name is Senior Aki. Could someone be too narcissistic?" Lu Mingfei rolled his eyes.

"Lu Mingfei! Are you polite?" Nuonuo gritted her teeth, wishing she could eat this boy alive who didn't take her seriously.

Lu Mingfei didn't take Nuonuo seriously, but Lu Mingze's eyes were firmly fixed on Nuonuo.

The girl's long dark red hair fell behind her like a waterfall, her silver four-leaf clover earrings shone coolly, and under her dark green uniform skirt were a pair of straight legs wrapped in black stockings. Wearing a pair of black Mary Jane shoes.

Even when she was quarreling with her cousin, the girl's blinking or frowning expression was as bright as a rose.

"Lu Mingfei, do you care about your cousin?" Nuonuo glanced at Lu Mingze's lewd eyes and said coldly.

"What do I care about his eyes?" Lu Mingfei spread his hands, but when he saw Nuonuo's increasingly cold eyes, he still leaned over and whispered a few words into Lu Mingze's ear. The latter immediately shrank his head. He ran away like a cat with its tail cut off.

In fact, he didn't bother to care about whether Noonuo was fucked by Lu Mingze or not, and what dirty thoughts Lu Mingze would have in his mind. These had nothing to do with him, Lu Mingfei, but if Noonuo chopped Lu Mingze into pieces just because he didn't like it, then he would I can't explain it to my uncle and aunt.

"What did you say to him?" Nuonuo asked, looking at the little fat man running away in a hurry.

"It's nothing, just tell the truth that you hate being stared at, let alone such a wretched little fat guy." Lu Mingfei said.

But what he and Lu Mingze were actually talking about was that this girl had a boyfriend who was a mafia in Italy. Someone used to like to stare at her legs, and then her mafia boyfriend dug out that person's eyes. Feeding to the eagle, so my dear cousin, do you also want to be fed to the eagle?

"Lu Mingfei, come here quickly!" The uncle at the dining table waved excitedly, "Professor Gu said he will grant you a special scholarship!"

"Guess how much your scholarship is?" Professor Guderian asked mysteriously.

"36,000 per year?" Lu Mingfei frowned and tried to pretend to be serious about guessing.

"It's amazing, it's you, Lu Mingfei!" Professor Guderian slammed the table, shocked.

"How much?" After hearing this number, my aunt stood up in a hurry, not caring whether the old professor's broad and strong palm would damage her dining table, "Are you sure that the unit of the number you are discussing is RMB? Not Japanese yen, Korean won or Zimbabwe dollar?”

"It's not RMB." Professor Guderian shook his head, and his aunt patted her chest and looked like "I just said, how could you give so much?"

"It's dollars."