Dragon Race: Lu Mingfei Returns from a Wolf

It's late night in Chicago.

The quiet night sky was dotted with stars, and the street lamps illuminated the white beams. Dust floated in them, and one or two moths with flapping wings hit the lampshades of the street lamps.

Twelve o'clock at midnight is the time when Kassel's canteen closes, or it is the time when the chefs get off work. This Victorian-style dome-style building is open to the public 24 hours a day. It is more like a classical building than a canteen.

In high-end restaurants, there are always boys and girls sitting side by side on the bench holding a cup of hot chocolate, chatting until late at night.

Fingel bought the last beef rib sandwich from the window, which came in a solid black cardboard box, half the size of a milk carton.

"Your courtesy is $50." The waiter was polite.

"On credit first." Fingel reached out to take it carelessly.

"If you don't have cash, you can also swipe your card, no matter whose card it is." The waiter took back the exquisitely packaged cardboard box.

"How long have we known each other and you still can't trust me? Do you know how chilling I am!" Fingel said confidently.

"I joined Kassel in 2002, and this is my eighth year." The waiter smiled: "Except for your rating being lowered every year, you are still the same as before, just like when we first met."

"Isn't our eight-year friendship worth a $50 beef rib sandwich?" Fingel looked at the beef rib sandwich longingly, "Just think of it as a farewell gift to me. If nothing else happens, I will

It's time to leave school, and if you want to see me again then, it won't be so easy."

"What, has the academy finally made up its mind to expel you? Or let you work as the new editor of the New York Times. With your ability to dig out gossip, maybe I can see you on New York Man of the Year in the future. Then I will

I can brag to my colleagues that I know such a big shot." The waiter had no intention of handing over the carton.

"Do you think I'm joking? I'm serious this time!" Fingel looked left and right, leaned into the window, and whispered to the waiter: "I'm telling you quietly, I'm going to carry out a secret mission. This time

After the mission is over, I will be very successful, and this is your only chance to hold my lap."

"In the first year, you borrowed 500 US dollars from me, and you used similar terms." The waiter was unmoved, "At that time, you were still A level, but now, you have been downgraded to F level. Stay for another year.

Maybe the college will open a G-level specifically for you. Before that, I think you should find the college and drop out on your own initiative, otherwise it would be too embarrassing."

"Disgraceful?" Fingel snorted disdainfully, "Who in the history of Kassel school can get a brand new level? I am making history!"

"Okay, okay, great history writer, Mr. Fingal." The waiter coaxed him no matter how awesome Fingal was, "Do you have $50 to buy a steak rib sandwich? If not,

Then I, the employee responsible for selling food, will get off work. I hope I can hear the news about you going on a mission tomorrow. When you become successful, I will send you my best wishes."

The waiter took off his white gloves and reached out to pull the iron curtain.

"Hey, wait!" Fingel greeted the waiter, "Although I don't have money, Lu Mingfei does. When he comes back, I will ask him to make up for you, double the amount! Don't forget that he is S

Class S, and my roommate, Class S can get a scholarship of US$36,000 per year!"

"I really don't understand why Lu Mingfei and you were assigned together when the dormitory was assigned. Norma can be stupid sometimes." The waiter rolled his eyes at him and slowly lowered the cold iron curtain.

There is a famous saying in the Ministry of Information: [Never lend money to a strong German man who talks freely, even if he hugs your leg and bursts into tears]

Almost every member of the Information Department has been loaned money by their director Fingel.

Before borrowing the money, Fingel was always pitiful. One moment he said that all his money had been donated to the Animal Welfare Society, and the next moment he said that his girlfriend was sick and needed surgery money urgently.

There are always new people being fooled, but the moment he gets the money, he turns from a junior to a senior. In the next four years, expecting him to pay back the money will become an unattainable expectation.

Therefore, the waiter only recognizes money, not people, and he will never let Fingel pay on credit, never, no matter how extravagant Fingel's words are.

"A beef short rib sandwich, swipe your card."

A second before the iron curtain closed, a black card was photographed.

It was a snow-white slender arm, with skin as pure as ice crystals shining with crystal brilliance. The waiter could only see half of his head and almost white blond hair. He recognized the person from these identifiable features. Identity: The new "A-level" who enrolled last year, Zero, whose full name is Zero Razumovskaya Romanova, is a real Russian aristocrat who never takes credit.

"Thank you for your business." The waiter showed a business-like smile and handed the black carton with gold background to Ling. At the same time, he placed the black card on the card machine and swiped it lightly.

"You must have come to treat me to dinner, I love you so much, junior sister!" Fingel opened his arms and leaned towards Ling.

But Fingel jumped in the air, and Zero turned around lightly to avoid his bear hug.

Zero carried the carton, took the black card from the waiter, and walked straight to a seat at the empty table.

She took out a bottle of clean water from her shoulder bag, sprayed it on the leather seat, wiped it clean with a paper towel, put a white towel on the table, put down the carton, and jumped lightly onto the seat to sit.

The feet wearing straight buckskin boots left the ground, and the two slender legs swayed slightly.

Fingel came forward shamelessly.

Even after he finished a beef rib sandwich, he was still eighty percent full, not to mention a petite schoolgirl like Zero. At most, half, no, one-third could make the schoolgirl's belly bigger.

He originally wanted to sit next to Ling and have a meal, but Ling took out a textbook "Dragon Family Genealogy" from his shoulder bag and blocked him out.

Fingel was disliked, and it was no wonder that Zero looked a bit shabby. He had a white shirt, flip-flops, a beard, and his hair had not been washed for several days. It was as messy as a chicken coop, making him look like a greasy man.

So he took out a dinner plate, took out a fork and a knife, and looked at the cardboard box in front of Zero with burning eyes.

"I'll only eat half of it, it's not too much," Fingal said.

Zero did not reply immediately, but opened the carton, took out a piece of sandwich bread from it, and then pushed the remaining smoked beef ribs and bread in front of Fingel: "The rest is yours."

After saying that, she lowered her head and chewed the bread in small bites.

"In the future, junior sister, if you fall in love with a man, tell your senior brother." Fingel grabbed the bread and the smoked beef ribs sandwiched in it, stuffed it into his mouth, "Five...stick him back too." ..”

Zero didn't reply, but just ate the bread silently. After eating, he wiped his mouth with a napkin and looked at Fingel who was devouring it.

After Fingel finished eating, she asked: "When are you leaving?"

"Tomorrow night, the Monyach originally had a plan to return. It arrived in the Gulf of Alaska three days ago. It is expected to complete the final maintenance and material replenishment at the shipyard tomorrow." Fingel lowered his voice, "School Director

We will attach great importance to the changes in the Greenland ice sea, but nothing can be found so far. The only abnormality is an icebreaker named 'Yamal', which is the largest icebreaker in the world except for those military monsters whose identities have not been disclosed.

The icebreaker belongs to Russia. The academy found that this ship has been cruising in the Greenland Sea in recent decades, as if looking for something."

"So our current goal is to find the Yamal, find a way to get in, find out what the Yamal is doing, and take forceful measures if necessary."

"Is there any problem with your identity?"

"The captain of the Monyach is Mance. Like me, he is a survivor of the Grenling Sea."

Ling nodded, "I'll go with you tomorrow. I've received a mission from the academy."

"Because you are the Russian princess?"

"They hope that I can come forward when negotiating with Russian officials."

"What, they want to ask for military assistance?"

"I don't know." Ling shook his head, "I have another thing to inform you. Lu Mingfei is getting married."

"What did you say?" Fingel was just chewing on the ox bone.

"Lu Mingfei is getting married at the end of this month." Ling repeated it expressionlessly.

"Are you kidding? He has only been in Japan for a long time, a month at most, and you told me that he is getting married? It sounds like money is falling from the sky. Standing in the square, the money will fill my pocket." Fen

Ger sucked the sauce from her fingers.

Zero didn't say much, but took out a bright red festive invitation from his shoulder bag and handed it to Fingel.

It was a three-fold invitation. Finger wiped his hands on his pants and unfolded it. A pair of silhouettes stood up. It was a man and a woman. The man was wearing a suit and the woman was wearing a wedding dress. Finger

I recognized the male villain at a glance as the Q version of Datou Lu Mingfei.

"We sincerely invite you: Mr. Fingel von Frins to come and hold a wedding ceremony for the groom: Lu Mingfei and the bride: Uesugi Eri.

Date: The end of this month, Sunday, April 30, April 17, 2010 in the lunar calendar.

Time: Waiting to be seated at 12:10 noon

Seating: aspasia restaurant in Tina Wenna Mansion

With full joy, we invite you to share this joy! I believe that your blessing and presence will make our wedding more successful and more sincere."

The third layer was handwritten, and Fingel could vaguely recognize it. Except for the bride's name, everything else was Lu Mingfei's handwriting.

"He...is really going to get married?" Fingel opened his mouth, and the cow bone in his hand fell on the table, making a "clang" sound.

Zero took out another invitation, which was exactly the same as Fingel's. The only difference was that "Fingel von Flins" became "Zero Razumovskaya Romanova"

, in addition to her shoulder bag, there were also several invitations, probably written to Nono, Susie, Professor Guderian and others.

Fingel was stunned for a long time before he accepted the fact and slumped in his seat.

real or fake?

He lifted his hair and touched the wound on his forehead. He even felt that he was dreaming, but this dream was too real because the taste of the beef rib sandwich sauce still echoed on the tip of his tongue.

"Give this to Professor Guderian. I will find someone else to send the invitation out tomorrow." Zero took out another letter.

Fingel rarely became a man of few words. He accepted the invitation as Ling asked, but he was still scratching his head with one hand.

"No, who is this Eri Uesugi? Why did Lu Mingfei suddenly want to marry her after being away for a month?" Fingel said hesitantly: "This kid didn't even talk to me on the phone. What kind of scandal is he doing?

Is it a task arranged by the college? I said, if he brings a girlfriend back, I can still accept it. Suddenly getting married, this...this..."

He was puzzled. He held a blind date for Lu Mingfei when he was in school, but he didn't like any of them. Why did he suddenly regain his prominence at this time?

Could it be that he awakened under the influence of Japanese culture? He understands that life is short and he must enjoy himself in time.

He looked at Zero, trying to get the answer from Zero.

But Zero just looked at him silently.

"Okay, I guess you are confused now." Fingel sighed.

"Nothing's wrong, I'll leave first." Zero stood up, packed the towel, and squeezed Zorro the Wombat in his bag. The look on his face looked a little lonely.

"Want to have a drink on the rooftop of the Norton Hall? Lu Mingfei gave me the key to the Norton Hall before he left. There is a lot of good wine in the wine cabinet." Fingel stopped her.

Zero glanced back: "Let's go."

On the deserted roadside, beside a strong man over two meters tall, walked a petite blond girl.

"Are you mysophobic?"

"I don't like people touching me."

"Not everyone, right?"

Zero remained silent.

"Actually, I also like a girl, the kind of girl who wants to get married." Fingel walked a short tango dance step under the street lamp, his outstretched arm seemed to be holding a girl, "I used to hold her hand like this

, dancing on the road, she hummed, always looking into my eyes."

"How much do you love her?"

"How much do you love her?" Fingel laughed self-deprecatingly, "I have no love anymore, only hatred."

"If you could see her again, what would you do for it?"

"everything."

"What is love?" Ling asked.

"Love cannot be described in words, because everyone's love is different."

"I don't understand."

"If you don't understand, don't think about it. When you fall in love, you will understand naturally."

"Yeah." Zero nodded.

"By the way, do you know how to laugh? I don't think I've ever seen you smile before."

"Smile..." Zero lowered his head and thought for a moment, an extremely awkward smile appeared on his face.

"Forget it, you'd better stop laughing!" Fingel felt a chill all over and quickly told her to stop.

I really don’t understand how such a beautiful girl can look like she’s killing someone when she smiles.

"Is my smile ugly?" Ling patted his face and restored his expressionless face.

"How should I put it? It's like stir-fried apples or garlic bananas."