Dragon Raja: Lu Mingfei's Bullet Screen Wish Machine

Chapter 106 The Artistic Girl's First Kiss (Bonus Chapter, Please Subscribe)

That evening, at 6:40 PM.

"What are you doing?!"

In an alleyway without surveillance cameras, a girl in a white dress spoke in a trembling voice.

Standing in front of her were seven or eight thugs, the leader of whom, a blond-haired man, had a cigarette dangling from his lips. After taking a satisfying drag, he took a step forward.

Chen Wenwen hugged her schoolbag tightly, instinctively trying to dodge, but her back was already pressed against the old, moss-covered wall deep in the alley, leaving her nowhere to retreat.

"Little girl, are you walking home alone at night after school?"

Dao Ge spoke in a hoarse voice, trying to make his voice sound fierce.

To be honest, he had practiced that line in his mind at least twenty times, and now he could say it fluently, with a hint of flippancy in his tone.

Three parts threat — and four parts expectation of finishing work and receiving a bonus.

He grinned. "This alley isn't safe. I've heard there have been a lot of bad guys around lately—don't you guys agree?"

The seven or eight thugs in vests behind them immediately understood and chimed in, "Yeah, yeah, it's really scary!"

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"A little girl got robbed last time!"

"Tsk tsk, that backpack looks pretty heavy, it must be full of money."

This line wasn't in the script — Brother Dao subtly stepped on the foot of his underling behind him.

They were there to play along with Young Master Zhao, not to extort protection money from middle school students. This group of henchmen's path dependence is zero.

Fortunately, it worked well. Faced with this group of thugs, Chen Wenwen turned pale and subconsciously shrank back.

Friday is the day for the literary society's activities. Because of the book club, Chen Wenwen got home much later than usual.

She is usually picked up from school, but before leaving school today, Chen Wenwen received a call from her father saying that the tires of their car had been stolen and that he was contacting the police to handle the matter, and told her to take a taxi home by herself.

Before she could even hail a taxi, she was spotted by a group of thugs and forced into this alley.

Seeing Chen Wenwen trembling, Dao Ge gave himself a thumbs up for his superb acting skills.

He took another step forward, preparing to say a few more intimidating words so that Young Master Zhao could make his heroic entrance.

Around the corner not far away, in front of a puddle, Zhao Menghua took a deep breath and straightened the collar of his newly changed shirt.

This is an old alley, the road paved with bluestone bricks has been there for many years, and because it has not been repaired for a long time, the ground is uneven and full of potholes.

It had rained heavily last night, and there was still a lot of water left in the shady alley. Zhao Menghua looked at his reflection in the puddle and was quite satisfied with his current appearance.

Mr. Zhao recently watched Jason Statham's "Rogue" and was deeply inspired, so he specially got a suit and thug outfit.

The streetlights cast his shadow long and straight. Zhao Menghua clenched his fist and coughed lightly, his heart beating a little fast.

It wasn't because I was nervous, but because I was thinking about what was going to happen next.

Zhao Menghua felt a bit guilty about his blood ties.

He had already figured out how he should make his entrance later—

First came a righteous shout, then he kicked one of the thugs away, then strode into the alley, stood in front of Chen Wenwen, and knocked down all the thugs with a series of swift and decisive moves.

Throughout this process, you must keep your back to Chen Wenwen the whole time. After they have fled in panic, turn around and smile at her, then say in a low and gentle voice, "Don't be afraid, I'm here."

Zhao Menghua, filled with heroic spirit, immediately shouted, "Stop!" Before he finished speaking, a rapid and muffled thud suddenly sounded behind him.

First, the chain rattled and spun half a turn backward, followed by the sound of tires grinding against the ground.

"Bang!"

Zhao Menghua felt as if he had been hit by a bull; his knees buckled, and he fell forward uncontrollably.

Unfortunately, right in front of him was the puddle he had just used to look in the mirror.

In a split second, Zhao Menghua, relying on his years of athletic training, used a wide-stance push-up position to place his arms on either side of the puddle, narrowly avoiding contact between his face and the puddle.

The next moment, a bicycle rode over him.

Zhao Menghua, who was bracing himself on the ground, roared in anger: "You bastard—!"

Before he could finish speaking, a foot landed precisely on the back of his head, stomping his handsome face into a crater.

After crushing Young Master Zhao, the bicycle continued its momentum, leaping forward another seven or eight meters before finally coming to a stop with a drift.

Chen Wenwen's eyes widened.

Dao Ge and his underlings were also stunned.

The car was parked in the middle of the alley, and the boy on the bike had one foot on the ground. The setting sun burned into a sky full of fiery clouds behind him.

He was wearing the school uniform of Shilan Secondary School, his hair was a little messy from the wind, and his face was expressionless.

"Lu—Lu Mingfei?"

Chen Wenwen opened her mouth.

Lu Mingfei turned his head and glanced at her, his gaze indifferent, as if he hadn't stumbled into a hero saving a damsel in distress scene, but rather just happened to pass by on his way home from school and accidentally run someone over.

"Um."

Lu Mingfei nodded. "Quite a coincidence."

That's quite a coincidence—what a coincidence!

Dao Ge was internally screaming, "We were acting so well, where the hell did you come from?!"

Your name wasn't on the script, was it?!

He glanced back and saw that Young Master Zhao was still lying on the ground, with two clear tire tracks on his neat shirt and trousers.

Whether he couldn't get up or was too ashamed to face anyone, Director Zhao, who had fallen flat on his face, buried his face in the pit and was blowing bubbles.

"Who the hell do you think you are?!"

Dao Ge glared angrily at Lu Mingfei.

He actually knew Lu Mingfei. As a gaming expert, Lu Mingfei was quite well-known in the local internet cafe circle. Dao Ge had greatly admired Lu Mingfei's skill and talent in StarCraft and had even given him special guidance on how to team up.

The problem is that Lu Mingfei immediately took advantage of the director and male lead, and the script was completely disrupted at this point.

All the underlings stared wide-eyed. Dao Ge didn't know how to end the situation, so he had no choice but to stick to his thuggish nature and continue the act.

Faced with Dao Ge's questioning, Lu Mingfei narrowed his eyes and cupped his hands in a gesture of respect: "Shilan Middle School, Lu Mingfei."

Liang Wendao subconsciously wanted to cup his hands in greeting and announce his name in the martial arts world, but he was interrupted.

"Brother Dao, why waste time talking to him?"

A thug with tattoos on his shoulder walked up, flipping through a folding knife in his hand. He whistled at Lu Mingfei: "Hey, a student from Shilan Middle School. What, is she your classmate?"

As if receiving some kind of signal, in addition to the thugs from before, several more hooligans emerged from the shadows by the wall.

He had a buzz cut, wore a black tank top and ripped jeans, and his exposed arms were covered in tattoos and scars.

Including the previous seven or eight people, a total of fifteen thugs surrounded Lu Mingfei and Chen Wenwen.

Under such circumstances, even riding a bicycle wouldn't allow you to escape.

But Lu Mingfei didn't run away.

He calmly got off his bicycle and parked it.

The sound of the footrest being stepped on was particularly crisp in the suddenly quiet alley.

"Kid, trying to be a hero, huh?"

The thug with the tattoo on his shoulder took two more steps closer and stood in front of Lu Mingfei.

He twirled the folding knife between his fingers, then gestured a few times with the tip pointing at Lu Mingfei's nose.

Lu Mingfei's dark eyes narrowed slightly.

Whether it was Liang Wendao or the other thugs.

They were unaware that revealing one's background and name was a gesture Lu Mingfei had learned from the Zhou family.

This can be called the Zhou Rituals.

After reading this sentence, you're either going to make friends or you're going to fight.

It just so happens that Lu Mingfei wasn't planning on making friends today.

Lu Mingfei twisted the handlebars of the specially made bicycle, locking them in place.

Facing the sharp blade, he gripped the bicycle crossbar and expressionlessly twirled his sword.

Something seems off.

The man with the folding knife was sweating profusely.

As a kind-hearted person who often brings unwanted bicycles to the scrap yard to supplement his family income, he could tell at a glance that the other party's bicycle was not the kind of lightweight model.

The thick crossbeams and all-steel body make it incredibly heavy, and this student is holding it in his hand—as if he's wielding a fly swatter.

"Sigh."

The man with the folding knife twisted his face slightly. "You can have—"

"Bang!"

Lu Mingfei gave him no chance to reconcile. With a casual swing, the man with the folding knife was sent flying, crashing into the wall and losing consciousness on the spot.

Dao Ge dropped the cigarette he had in his mouth.

Then came the second, the third, as casually as swatting flies—when he swatted the fourth one, this guy was probably terrified; instead of running away, he pounced on him.

He was met by the front wheel of a bicycle, which Lu Mingfei delivered to the other man's chest with a single thrust.

The immense force traveled along the bicycle, sending him flying off the ground and crashing back down, knocking over his two accomplices behind him.

Lu Mingfei strode forward, the bicycle in his hands becoming a terrifying weapon. The thugs howled and ran away, but were easily caught up by that devil.

Swinging horizontally, smashing vertically, and pushing horizontally, each swing sent an unlucky guy flying with a scream. In the blink of an eye, only Brother Dao remained standing in the alley.

It wasn't that Dao Ge was good at fighting, but that he was quick-witted. The moment the first cigarette fell, he took off running.

His brothers' "sacrifice" bought him some time; under the light, his blond hair looked like dancing lightning.

He felt he had never been so fast, as fast as his name suggested.

The wind whistled in my ears, and the exit of the alley was right in front of me.

Dao Ge had already run nearly fifty meters. He only needed to run a few more steps to turn around and leave this place completely.

Unfortunately, his wish was not fulfilled.

The bicycle flew in a graceful parabola, flipped several times in the air, and landed squarely on his leg with its wheels pointing downwards.

Dao Ge lost his balance and fell to the ground.

After rolling around on the ground a few times, realizing that he had been knocked down by a bicycle from fifty meters away, Dao Ge didn't dare to move.

Fifteen people lay sprawled in the alley, clutching their arms and legs, wincing in pain, but none dared to cry out.

The sun had already set more than halfway down, and the alley had darkened. Only one street lamp was lit, illuminating a standing figure and a bicycle.

Lu Mingfei held back; apart from the man with the folding knife, none of the others were unconscious.

Lu Mingfei walked over to Dao Ge, grabbed the guy by the collar, and dragged him in front of Chen Wenwen.

As Lu Mingfei approached step by step, Chen Wenwen suddenly noticed that, at some point, his eyebrows were no longer always furrowed.

The pair of eyes that I remembered as lacking spirit now shone brightly under the streetlights, almost unlike his usual self.

"Tell me, what happened?"

Lu Mingfei threw Liang Wendao on the ground.

With a "thump," Brother Dao knelt down on the spot.

"Grandma, spare me!" Brother Dao cried out several times, "It was all the bad guys who ordered me to do this!"

Regarding his lightning-fast gliding motion, Lu Mingfei clicked his tongue and said, "Everyone in the martial arts world calls you Brother Dao, but you don't act like a big brother at all?"

"No, no, I wouldn't dare!"

Dao Ge, with snot and tears streaming down his face, slapped his own face hard: "What Dao Ge? These are just nicknames given to me by some scoundrels—if you're happy, just call me Liang Gou."

Brother Dao has been navigating the underworld for many years, and he relies on three things to get by:

He's fast, disloyal, and betrays his brothers.

While frantically begging for mercy and apologizing, Dao Ge glanced at the spot where Zhao Menghua was cosplaying as an ostrich, only to find that the other party had already disappeared.

All I can say is that Brother Dao suffered because of his lack of experience.

As a "victim" who had actually been beaten and had just come out of the hospital, Zhao Menghua sprang into action and fled the scene in a scramble as soon as Lu Mingfei made his first move.

Of course, more importantly, Lu Mingfei didn't care about his existence.

"Who ordered you to do this?"

Lu Mingfei said.

"that----"

Liang Wen glanced at the puddle and suddenly fell silent.

Lu Mingfei didn't waste any words with him. He took out his Nokia N95 from his pocket and showed Dao Ge the dialer interface.

"That guy even used a knife. I do have some connections, so if things get serious, I can send you guys to jail for robbery."

He threatened, "Explain things clearly and settle it privately, or go to jail. Choose one."

"Don't call the police! Don't call the police!"

Dao Ge scrambled over and grabbed Lu Mingfei's leg.

"Young Master Lu, Young Master Lu, listen to me, it's not what you think."

Lu Mingfei looked down at him, his finger hovering over the dial key without moving, while he reached out with his other hand and pulled Liang Wendao off his lap.

"It's not what I thought?"

Lu Mingfei looked at him with great interest. "What is it?"

Lu Mingfei learned of Zhao Menghua's plan from the stolen scriptures, and thus came to intercept him.

But Chen Wenwen didn't know that Liang Wendao had to say it himself.

Dao Ge plopped down on the ground and slapped himself hard across the face: "I'm just an extra, I read lines from the script, and I get paid after the show. I don't want to do this, but people have to eat!"

Upon hearing this, one of the least injured thugs, who was lying on the ground pretending to be dead, immediately yelled in agreement, "Yeah, bro, I have elderly parents and a young child to support!"

"Shut up, you've never even had a girlfriend!"

Dao Ge cursed without turning his head, then repeatedly apologized to Lu Mingfei: "I confess everything. It was Zhao Menghua who instructed me to do this—that Zhao Menghua from your school."

The alley suddenly fell silent.

The wind swept over the wall, lifting a leaf from the ground, which rustled and swirled.

Chen Wenwen stood there, motionless.

The streetlight shone on her face, making her delicate features appear somewhat pale.

She gathered the backpack strap that had slipped down to her arm back onto her shoulder, then lowered her eyes and looked down at the small patch of mud in front of her toes.

"Let's go."

Chen Wenwen said.

Her voice was very soft.

Dao Ge was stunned for a moment before realizing that the words were directed at him. He got up from the ground and called to his brothers to stumble and rush towards the alley entrance.

Chen Wenwen ignored them.

She took out her phone, the screen's light shining on her face, making her look radiant.

QQ, Fetion, Contacts — Chen Wenwen searched for the same name in different apps, then deleted it.

Lu Mingfei stood in front of her without saying a word.

He thought for a moment, then reached out his hand, palm up, and stopped less than an inch from her hand.

Chen Wenwen looked down at that hand for a long time, and then slowly placed her own hand on it.

The moment her fingertips touched his palm, she felt as if her last pillar had been pulled away.

Chen Wenwen did not fall down; she quietly rested her forehead on his shoulder.

His shoulders didn't tremble, and his breathing wasn't disordered. But after a moment, Lu Mingfei felt a small patch of his T-shirt soaked through at the chest, cool and damp.

Much later.

"Can you still walk?"

Chen Wenwen seemed to be called back from a great distance by these words. She looked up, blinked twice, and then nodded.

"Yes, you can."

She took a step forward, and then a look of pain appeared on her face.

Lu Mingfei reacted quickly and caught Chen Wenwen's arm before she fell.

"Did you sprain your ankle?"

Lu Mingfei glanced down at the way her right foot landed.

The direct cause of Chen Wenwen's sprained ankle was not the group of thugs, but Lu Mingfei.

Lu Mingfei, like a killer, fought valiantly on a bicycle, defeating enemies while simultaneously instilling fear in friendly units.

ff.

The bicycle's attack range was too large, and when Chen Wenwen tried to dodge it, she accidentally stepped on a protruding blue brick and twisted her ankle.

Chen Wenwen pursed her lips and didn't speak. She tried to shift her weight to her left foot, and when her right foot touched the ground again, she gently inhaled.

Lu Mingfei released her arm, turned around, and took off his school uniform jacket.

The night was already chilly, but he was only wearing a short-sleeved shirt, with the cuffs rolled up to his shoulders, revealing his well-proportioned forearms.

Lu Mingfei casually flicked his wrist and laid the school uniform on a relatively clean patch of ground at the base of the wall.

"sit down."

Chen Wenwen glanced at him, then at the school uniform on the ground.

Her lips moved, but when she came into contact with Lu Mingfei's gaze, she obediently sat down.

Lu Mingfei squatted down in front of her and stretched out his hand. When his palm touched her ankle, Chen Wenwen's calf tensed almost imperceptibly.

"I'll do it myself—"

"Don't move."

Untying the laces of her white sneakers, Lu Mingfei pinched her calf and lifted her foot, then reached around to the back of the shoe with his other hand, hooked his fingers around the shoe's upper, and gently pulled.

The moment the white sneakers came off, a warm, fragrant scent, carrying the warmth of the girl's body, wafted out from the shoe openings—the smell of cotton socks that had been warmed by the girl's body.

Mixed with her clean, youthful fragrance, it was like a quilt that had been sun-dried on a summer afternoon being blown by the wind, warm and soft, seeping into one's nostrils.

Chen Wenwen was wearing a pair of white cotton socks with regular patterns. After examining them for a moment, Lu Mingfei hooked the top of the socks and pulled them down.

The lace trim at the top of the stockings was rolled up, revealing fair skin. Considering Chen Wenwen's injured foot, Lu Mingfei moved very slowly.

The socks left her ankles, revealing her slender ankle bones and her very white skin. It wasn't the kind of paleness that hides the sun, but a clean, pure white. Through her skin, you could see faint blue veins.

Then comes the instep, with its gentle curve, delicate and exquisite, and its pinkish sheen is smooth and lustrous.

When the socks were pulled down over the arch of her feet, Chen Wenwen's toes curled up immediately.

Lu Mingfei paused, looking at Chen Wenwen: "Does it hurt?"

"----without."

She turned her head away, and the tips of her ears were tinged with a light blush.

The socks were completely removed, revealing a complete foot under the white light of the streetlamp.

Her feet were slender and long, with five long and neat toes. Her toenails were trimmed into round shapes and had a healthy, light pink sheen. The arch of her foot was slightly arched in a graceful curve, like a white jade bow carefully polished by a craftsman. The skin on the back of her foot shone with a soft pearly luster under the light, so delicate that not a single pore could be seen.

The alley was muddy after the rain, but her feet were spotless, as clean as if they had just been pulled out of clear water.

Lu Mingfei took off the girl's shoes and socks, not because he suddenly wanted to touch her feet. He placed his palm on her ankle and activated the [Hand of Peeping].

The assessment results were quickly relayed to Lu Mingfei: a sprained and partially torn lateral ligament in his ankle.

"The mildest level of moderate sprain, no bones are broken, just rest at home."

Lu Mingfei offered his advice.

The problem isn't too serious; if he doesn't die, Lu Mingfei can be cured right now.

But the idea of ​​being in pain one second and then jumping around the next is too fantastical.

Chen Wenwen isn't stupid; if she presses for an explanation, Lu Mingfei will have to find a reason to explain.

Perhaps we could take her to the community clinic first, and treat her while she's not paying attention by applying ice—Lu Mingfei pondered, suddenly noticing that the surroundings were a bit quiet.

As the last rays of the setting sun sank below the horizon, the streetlights became the only source of light in the alley, casting the shadows of two people close together on the wall.

Lu Mingfei looked up and found Chen Wenwen looking at him.

Their eyes met in mid-air, and Chen Wenwen recoiled as if burned.

Lu Mingfei slowly stood up.

Chen Wenwen lowered her head, her heart pounding, but she couldn't help but keep thinking about those eyes.

In the past, Lu Mingfei always huddled in a corner, his eyes darting around, and he habitually avoided other people's gaze when he spoke, as if he was always ready to hide himself away.

But it's different now.

His eyes had changed. They were no longer the kind that drooped and always looked listless. His pupils were deep, as deep as a well that could swallow all light, but at the bottom of the well something was burning silently, yet incredibly hot.

Chen Wenwen was lost in thought.

Until someone lifted her chin.

Lu Mingfei leaned down and kissed her lips.

Chen Wenwen's eyelashes trembled suddenly, and her fingers instinctively clenched his clothes, but only for a moment. Her fair hand slowly loosened, and her body and eyes softened little by little.

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