Dragon Clan: Lu Mingfei Doesn’t Want to Become a Night City Legend

Chapter 1 The Second Year of Yuanhe
July 11th, weather: cloudy.

At 5:30 pm, it turned into heavy rain.

【Drip】

Raindrops hit the outside of the multi-layered glass, scattering and sliding down, and the dense drumbeats bombarded the eardrums.

The bookshelf in the corner of the literature club was dyed gray and black by the cloudy sky. The LED light in the shape of the number one best-selling book on Taobao flickered slightly in the dim room. The warm light hit the curled pages, and a narrow and twisted shadow was formed on the ground.

No one spoke in the room and the atmosphere was a little dull.

At a certain moment, the door was opened.

呲————

"Lu Mingfei!"

The president of the literature club, Chen Wenwen, stood up almost the moment the door was opened. There was a hint of surprise on her face, a beautiful girl from the literature department. She quickly turned around and walked towards the boy outside the door.

"That's great that you can come over. Ah. Aren't you soaked? Are you okay?"

As if she suddenly noticed the rain stains on the body of the boy named Lu Mingfei, Chen Wenwen reached into her pocket to find a bag of tissues.

however--

Just when Chen Wenwen was about to hand Lu Mingfei a tissue.

Snapped.

"no need."

Her hands were blocked.

Then, Lu Mingfei spoke amid the surprised or angry gazes of the crowd.

"I came here today to tell you that I want to quit the literature club."

At that moment, the sound of rain seemed to become louder, but Lu Mingfei thought it was an illusion. He just didn't want to hear other people's voices, so he focused his attention on the heavy rain outside.

"ha!?!"

The first person to speak was Zhao Menghua, the star figure in the class, a rich second-generation, a handsome boy, and also Chen Wenwen's sweetheart. He reacted quickly after hearing Lu Mingfei's words.

A long and rhythmic "ha".

"Lu Mingfei, what are you talking about? You're so late and you're saying this right at the beginning? Do you know how long Chen Wenwen has been waiting for you?"

Ignoring Chen Wenwen's gesture to stop, Zhao Menghua stood up with a frown.

"We can all see that you haven't been in good shape recently, so Chen Wenwen is so tolerant of you, but aren't you being too irresponsible? Can you please stop causing trouble for everyone? Today is also——"

"Zhao Menghua!"

It wasn't harsh, but Chen Wenwen still interrupted the boy's vicious complaints.

Mr. Zhao's expression froze, he gritted his teeth and turned his head away.

So Chen Wenwen breathed a sigh of relief, looked at Lu Mingfei who lowered his head, and said softly.

"Did something happen?"

"You suddenly want to quit. Can't you tell us?"

"We are all classmates, let's think of a solution together."

The girl hesitated for a moment, then gritted her teeth and asked again.

"Or are we the reason?"

Chen Wenwen was chattering away to Lu Mingfei - in fact, she was not like that in her daily life.

She is the white moonlight in the eyes of the boys in the class, the embodiment of the concept of a girl in the literature department, a beautiful and gentle girl, and one of the top of the academy's food chain.

She was gentle to everyone, but she wouldn't bother trying to dissuade a single individual. She should have been sitting in the corner of the room, silently watching the situation unfold with a worried yet restrained expression.

But maybe she couldn't understand Lu Mingfei, so she started to behave abnormally as well.

——It was she who took the initiative to invite Lu Mingfei to join the literature club.

At the beginning, he was just one of the countless boys who admired Chen Wenwen. With just a finger gesture and a little kindness, they rushed towards her like moths to a flame.

Lu Mingfei is no different from other people, except that his acting skills are a little bit worse, so bad that the whole school knows that Lu Mingfei likes Chen Wenwen.

Chen Wenwen enjoyed this situation a little, but she was also worried that Lu Mingfei would be hurt by her rejection. She was torn between two options, so she simply pretended not to know.

This daily routine should have continued until graduation season, until they all forgot the mistake of their youth.

But this past week, something changed.

Lu Mingfei, the school's unpopular son, suddenly stopped listening to his classmates' orders. The boy, who used to be able to make some slang and act like a clown in the crowd, withdrew from the Literature Club, the small group Chen Wenwen had prepared for Lu Mingfei. Most of the time, people only saw Lu Mingfei on his leave requests.

Chen Wenwen felt at a loss about this "unusual" situation, and just like when she adopted Lu Mingfei because she felt he was "pitiful", Lu Mingfei now had a feeling of helplessness that was completely different from before.

Chen Wenwen wanted to show her concern for Lu Mingfei, but...
"Do not."

There were raindrops accumulated on the tips of his hair. Lu Mingfei, who looked extremely embarrassed, still lowered his head and shook his head, as if he felt embarrassed. He scratched the skin behind his ear with his fingers, which was covered with a Band-Aid.

For no reason, Chen Wenwen remembered that Lu Mingfei seemed to have been using this Band-Aid for some time.

Is he injured?
"It's my own problem."

Lu Mingfei glanced obscurely at the old clock on the side of the office.

【18: 00】

【06:00:00】

"sorry."

Lu Mingfei was about to leave after he finished speaking, but Chen Wenwen felt more and more annoyed because from beginning to end, Lu Mingfei would rather look at the clock than even look at her.

It's different from before.

"Wait!"

The voice was a little hurried, even sharp, causing the young man who was about to leave to pause.

Chen Wenwen tried to persuade him with broken words, "Why? Weren't the reading corner activities before? Weren't they so happy before? Lu Mingfei, you—"

"I"

Lu Mingfei walked to the door but still did not look at Chen Wenwen. He just closed the door silently and spoke hoarsely in the girl's stunned gaze.

"I've never felt happy about the literary club."

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I don't remember much of what happened after that.

Maybe Zhao Menghua cursed even louder, and Chen Wenwen stopped him after being stunned. In short, even if Lu Mingfei was moving at a speed comparable to that of a lame zombie, no one caught up with him to grab his collar and punch him.

(The result was better than expected.)
Lu Mingfei thought as he walked out of the school gate. Raindrops once again fell on the boy's shoulders, wetting the Shilan Middle School uniform.

He didn't bring an umbrella.

In fact, this is not a wise decision. Getting the school uniform wet will make my aunt angry, and if I get sick, it will be more trouble than it is worth.

But there was no way. Lu Mingfei's brain didn't even have the energy to remember that kind of thing at the moment.

The boy raised his lowered head and stared blankly at the upper right side of his vision.

The texture is like an LCD screen, with numbers and symbols jumping one after another.

【5:54:23】

A string of countdowns whose specific meanings were unknown was embedded in Lu Mingfei's field of vision, and he couldn't rub it or remove it.

The time seems to correspond to 24:00 today, but no one knows what will happen when the countdown ends.

Except for the boy himself.

"."

At the intersection outside the school gate, the traffic lights are flashing.

The light hit the raindrops, causing them to scatter, and the single color turned into a variegated color, just like throwing all the seasonings into a basin of clear water, turning it into a chaotic neon.

neon
[Click——]

Images suddenly appeared in the boy's mind, numerous and messy.

Sparks flew from the asphalt road after being cut by a sharp blade, red rust scattered on the joints of the subway's outer walls, some distorted human figures with their heads covered by heavy and grotesque machinery, and...
In the center of the dark city, a huge black tower stands tall.

The clover icon is so conspicuous and ferocious.

The boy covered his mouth, barely able to suppress his urge to vomit.

His stomach acid was rising, his face turned pale, and he quickly crossed the crosswalk.

　Alas, I have nothing to do so I write a book desuwa.

　　Because I want to see the growth history of that kind of loser boy rather than the loser who is no longer like the original after his return, so I wrote it this way.

　　I hope I can keep writing!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)