Dragon Raja's Number One Player

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One day later, at the Regent Hotel.

Lu Mingfei, with messy hair, red eyes, and dark circles under his eyes, stared at the magnificent hotel in front of him.

This hotel is located in the heart of City A's CBD, just like all the boasts my uncle always makes.

"Do you think they really didn't send the wrong person?"

Lu Mingfei yawned and asked somewhat guiltily.

If he was the only one to receive an interview invitation from Kassel College, there's a tiny chance he just got incredibly lucky.

The problem is that the "durian fire relay" on the side also received it.

Only he, who goes to internet cafes with him every day, knows how wildly he's been partying lately.

What college would dare to admit the two of them?

Either the admissions office has gone mad, or it's probably some foreign diploma mill that accepts anyone.

So even though he had an interview today, he and "Durian Fire" still went to an internet cafe and stayed up all night yesterday. After all, who could refuse a free instant noodle meal for an all-nighter?

"Don't worry, no one is more qualified to pass the interview than you."

"Durian Fire" looks much more energetic, but his face is covered with a thick layer of oil.

"I reckon you should pass as long as you don't rip the interviewer's pants off on the spot."

No, given Guderian's tendency to boast, he would probably still accept him even if he did.

Guderian would hold up his trousers with one hand, give a thumbs-up with the other, and say approvingly:

Passed! Oh my God, this kid is really strong!

"Is it really that outrageous?"

Lu Mingfei didn't know why "Durian Fire" was so confident in himself, so he pushed open the hotel door and went inside.

"Lu Mingfei, you're here too? You haven't been participating in the literature club's activities lately, everyone misses you."

Chen Wenwen was wearing a pure white lace dress today. When she saw Lu Mingfei appear, she waved to him enthusiastically.

Lu Mingfei gave her an awkward smile, while "Durian Fire" kept muttering in his ear.

He gradually realized that the so-called "Literary Society Directors" were essentially being used like cattle and horses.

"Isn't it supposed to be a prestigious university? How come even someone like this got an invitation?"

Zhao Menghua, dressed in a suit, deliberately wore a pair of gold-rimmed glasses for the interview.

He glanced over here, his gaze sweeping over Lu Mingfei and "Durian Fire".

"Who are you talking about!"

Just as "Durian Fire" was about to get angry, the hotel door behind him was pushed open again.

Lin Zhiying walked in slowly.

After a full day of training yesterday, he barely managed to get back to level 19.

The system may have detected that he was deliberately using Chu Zihang's favorability to complete tasks. Apart from the first task, he didn't trigger any new tasks throughout the day.

Damn system!

Lin Zhiying glanced around the lobby.

The hall was clearly divided into two groups: one group consisted of NPCs led by Zhao Menghua, and the other group consisted of players such as "Lan Mengtian".

"This way, boss."

"One cut through the water" excitedly waved to Jimmy Lin.

"Are you there, servant?"

Xia Mi's voice rang in his ears, causing Lin Zhiying to slow his steps a few beats.

"Oh, isn't this Your Majesty? We couldn't find you at the crucial moment before, but now you have time to show up?"

Lin Zhiying thought to himself, annoyed.

She disappeared when they fought "Odin" before; otherwise, with Xia Mi's identity as the Dragon King, they could have avoided some trouble.

"Phew, you can't blame me for that. 'Nibelungen' was originally a separate space."

Although that's what she said, Xia Mi's voice was soft, and she sounded a little guilty.

"Then here's the problem: I've been out of Nibelungen for so long now, why are you only contacting me now? You seem so indifferent to me. It looks like I really have to defect."

Lin Zhiying delivered the decisive blow.

Xia Mi hadn't contacted him even once in the day since he left Nibelungen.

"Can we not talk about this?"

Knowing she was indeed in the wrong, Xia Mi's voice became even softer.

"no."

Lin Zhiying immediately refused.

"Okay, that's because I was doing my homework. I took leave to go to City A before, and I had a ton of homework piled up..."

Lin Zhiying considered all sorts of reasons Xia Mi might give, but this was the one she hadn't thought of.

However, considering Xia Mi's identity as a high school student, Lin Zhiying felt that it was understandable.

"Hmph, satisfied now? Let's get down to business. How confident are you about this interview?"

Xia Mi pouted and said, "This is related to my big plan."

"I'm not sure, but if you wear a cheongsam, it should be a sure thing."

Lin Zhiying's tone remained normal.

"Why? Is there any necessary connection between the two?"

Xia Mi asked with some confusion,

"Because we won the first battle."

Lin Zhiying said with a mischievous smile.

Xia Mi was silent for a short while, clearly pondering what Lin Zhiying had said.

A moment later, Xia Mi's voice rose a few decibels, and she said with a hint of annoyance.

"You wretched servant, I really need to take better control of you!"

"Keep walking forward, and slap the first person you meet."

"What a joke! You think you're in front of me and trying to boss me around?" Lin Zhiying thought to himself.

But the next moment, Lin Zhiying's body started moving on its own.

Zhao Menghua sat on the sofa and watched as Lin Zhiying, who had just entered, walked towards him.

He recognized Lin Zhiying, who was also a student at Shilan Middle School.

He was a little confused, since he didn't know him and wondered what he wanted. But he soon found out.

"Snapped!"

A loud slap echoed in the hall, drawing everyone's attention.

[Ding! The Dragon Contract has taken effect, executing the "slap" command.]

"Oh no!" Lin Zhiying thought to himself as he regained control of his body.

However, it is precisely in this situation that one must not panic.

He calmly withdrew his outstretched hand, glanced at Zhao Menghua's slightly flushed face, and said indifferently:

Apologize to me.

"I have no grudge against you, why did you hit my hand with your face? Look, my palm is all white from being hit."

No, I was the one who got hit, why should I apologize to you?

You're using my words!

Zhao Menghua looked up angrily and saw a pair of dark gold, cold eyes.

In an instant, he felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave, his muscles trembling uncontrollably.

It was a fear stemming from his very genes, as if the person standing before him was not a living person, but a lion.

"Yes, I'm sorry..."

Cold sweat trickled down his forehead as Zhao Menghua spoke.

"It's alright, I'm always very forgiving, this won't happen again."

Lin Zhiying smiled and turned to leave.

"Look, the words on the invitation are moving."

"Durian Fire" looked excited. In his eyes, this was a big shot standing up for him. His eyes were full of admiration when he looked at Jimmy Lin.

He pulled Lu Mingfei to the side belonging to the players.

Suddenly, Su Xiaoqiang exclaimed:

"What happened? The words on the letter are gone?!"

Upon hearing his words, the others also took out their acceptance letters from Kassel College.

It felt as if an invisible hand was erasing it with an eraser.

The words on the acceptance letter disappeared little by little, but the ink did not disappear; it was pieced back together on the surface like a snake.

New content appeared in the letter.

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