Dragon Raja: Lu Mingfei's Bullet Screen Wish Machine

Chapter 131 The Correct Way to Use the Magic Trench Coat

Given Nono's personality, she certainly wouldn't believe Finger's nonsense and actually go to Lu Mingfei to acknowledge him as her adopted son.

But she wouldn't mind taking advantage of him at the right time.

Seeing Lu Mingfei's reluctant expression as he called her "Auntie," Nuonuo felt refreshed.

You deserved this retribution for bullying me in Bronze City!

Su Xiaoqiang felt that her world had regained its color. To her, Nuonuo's words just now were devastating.

Childhood sweetheart + unexpected arrival + family background, it's a complete and utter domination of her.

Even her prized appearance is only on par with the other person's.

Fortunately, this aunt was just being mischievous.

"You know my name—was it Lu Mingfei who told you?"

Su Xiaoqiang asked.

"Um.

"Nono smiled and said, "He often mentions you when he talks to me."

"What did he say?"

Su Xiaoqiang suddenly felt a little nervous.

He said—

""

Nono glanced at Lu Mingfei, who looked utterly dejected, her eyes darting around, and said with a mischievous grin, "He said he likes you."

With just a casual remark, Su Xiaoqiang's head buzzed, and her face turned bright red to the roots of her ears.

If the world had faded before, she now felt dizzy.

"Auntie, we...we're just...ordinary friends!"

Su Xiaoqiang stammered, "Not yet, not that soon!"

It's obvious that on the night she said "I'll take care of you," she was actually blacked out from drinking and had lost part of her memory.

But it doesn't matter, because Lu Mingfei has already recorded the scene using a holographic cube.

"So you were just friends."

Nono feigned regret, looking at her own pigs as if they hadn't managed to get a cabbage.

The wilderness camping trip lasted three days and two nights. The main activities on the first morning were the opening ceremony and setting up tents. The group walked for forty minutes along a mountain path and arrived at an abandoned forest.

The wilderness survival experts in Kassel—that's what they called themselves—had extraordinary stamina, carrying heavy bags without even breaking a sweat, while the teachers and students at Shilan High School were exhausted.

Besides Nono, three other students also arrived in the advance team from Kassel.

One is Susie, Nono's roommate, and the other two are Ye Sheng and Jiu Deya Ji.

The teacher leading the group was named Masafumi Tomiyama. He looked very refined, like a doctor.

After a brief opening ceremony, the group of survival experts, who were as strong as retired Marines, led the students of Shilan Middle School into groups to set up their tents.

With the guidance and help of professionals, setting up a tent is not a difficult task—until Lu Mingfei heard someone faintly calling his name in the distance.

At this moment.

"Manstein, can you check if my clothes are formal enough?"

Guderian looked nervous: "I've heard that Chinese people are very particular about etiquette. If Mingfei gets a bad impression of me because of what I'm wearing—"

"Guderian, we're camping in the wilderness, not on a film set shooting a Poirot movie!"

"Your shoes are so clean you could slip on a fly!" Manstein said irritably.

"Professor Guderian, please rest assured, the S-class will definitely lead us to final victory."

Someone chimed in.

"And you shut up too!"

Manstein's smooth forehead bulged with veins as he turned and glared at the speaker: "Chilan, although there's no dress code for this mission, you're being far too free—do all the prophets in your area dress like this?"

Standing before him was a very young student with jet-black curly hair, clear black and white eyes, and a hint of handsomeness.

The reason it is described as "vague" is because the other party is currently wearing an orange robe, a headscarf, and has cinnabar marks and white paint on his face, making him look like a mandrill dressed in clothes.

"India doesn't have prophets; we usually call them ascetics or saints."

Chilan spoke in a soft, deliberate tone, "I agree with Professor Guderian's views, so I'm dressed very formally."

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"and."

He tugged at the hem of his orange robe, revealing leather shoes and a glimpse of dress trousers. "I'm also wearing a suit underneath; I can switch between them as needed."

Manstein took a few deep breaths and told himself not to bother with these two idiots.

From the moment he boarded the plane, Guderian and Chilan flanked him like two guardian deities.

One of them kept muttering "Mingfei Mingfei" and then took out a Three Gorges video that he had watched countless times to study frame by frame. The other was talking nonsense, saying things like "savior" and "final victory" that no one could understand.

Manstein now deeply regrets his decision; he should have gone to the equipment department to ask if they had any magic glue or similar items that could seal people's mouths.

Fortunately, things are finally coming to an end, and he can now hand over Guderian and Qilan to Lu Mingfei and let them discuss it among themselves.

Inside the tent in Kassel.

"Hello, Professor Guderian."

Lu Mingfei extended his hand and shook hands with the chubby old man in front of him.

"Mingfei, you actually remember my name."

Guderian was somewhat flattered.

"Uh—my senior just told me that a very kind professor is coming."

Lu Mingfei smiled, then looked at the strangely dressed ascetic beside him: "And this is—"

"Chilan, you're going to Kassel College to study preparatory courses soon."

The young man shook hands with him, introduced himself, and then pulled out a ruler-like object from his pocket, handing it to Lu Mingfei: "S-rank, can I get your autograph?"

Lu Mingfei reached out and took it, discovering that this "ruler" was actually a leaf of some kind of plant, cut into long strips, about two fingers wide, perfect for writing.

Palm leaves, the leaves of the palm tree, were commonly used in ancient India and South Asia for printing scriptures.

The discerning hand deciphered the information contained within.

Lu Mingfei thought to himself that this was a bit too formal, but he couldn't refuse such a kind offer. Qi Lan looked at him expectantly, so Lu Mingfei simply signed his name.

"Mingfei".

Guderian smiled and asked, "What's your decision regarding enrollment?"

"It's only June now, isn't it a bit early to apply for admission?"

Lu Mingfei casually remarked, "American universities usually accept applications at the end of the year or in March or April of the following year, right?"

"It's not early, not early at all."

Guderian quickly explained, "Our school doesn't care about those things. As long as you agree, you can complete the enrollment procedures at any time."

"Nono had previously given me a brief introduction to some basic information about Kassel."

Lu Mingfei spoke directly: "I am indeed somewhat interested in your esteemed school, but please allow me to decline for now."

Guderian opened his mouth, then lowered his head somewhat awkwardly.

However, Lu Mingfei's next words soon made him raise his head.

"But Professor Guderian, I sense your sincerity, and I can give a definite answer regarding whether or not I will enroll."

Lu Mingfei spoke calmly, as if he were talking about something insignificant: "Your school can prepare an admission notice now, but I hope to receive it next spring, not now."

After speaking, Lu Mingfei nodded to the two of them, got up, and left the tent.

after awhile.

"I think S-class must have its own considerations."

Qi Lan looked very solemn.

"Yes, Mingfei must have his reasons for doing this."

Guderian snapped out of his daze and perked up.

So, does Lu Mingfei not have his own ideas at all?

The answer is yes.

Since entering the world of mixed-race individuals, Lu Mingfei has been pondering how to expand his influence.

His trip to the Three Gorges was inspired by the words of Templar Knight Zhao Xuzhen.

Japan, the Eight Families of the Snake Clan.

The status of the Solomon Temple in the Western hybrid world is self-evident. If it were compared to a prestigious sect in a fantasy novel, Zhao Xuzhen, as a super hybrid, would at least be a true disciple.

Such a figure actually wanted to go to Japan to consolidate his power and create a shadow emperor, which shows that the Hebi-Hachi family probably has a very deep foundation.

Lu Mingfei has no royal blood and has little interest in the Emperor, but he has a better idea.

This idea came from Angers, the principal of the Kassel College.

Unlike other branches of the Kassel College, the Japanese branch is not an overseas assignment agency, but a semi-independent agency that is subject to orders but not direct commands.

However, when Lord Mayek visited Japan on behalf of the Secret Party in 1894, the mixed-race Japanese clan, the Hebi-hachi family, and the Secret Party signed an equal alliance.

The Hebi-Hachi family not only refused the Secret Party's interference in Japanese affairs, but also attempted to expand their influence to Europe and other regions.

It wasn't until after World War II, when the leader of the Secret Society, Angers of Cambridge, single-handedly defeated the entire Japanese underworld, that the Snake-Headed Eight Families became a nominal subordinate organization of Kassel.

After hearing this, Lu Mingfei thought to himself—he can be replaced.

After all, he had some experience in the matter of hitting people.

However, Lu Mingfei noticed that the principal's punches back then were neither fast nor ruthless enough, which allowed the Japanese branch to retain some independence.

Lu Mingfei was very dissatisfied with this.

How can we possibly accomplish the great task of slaying the dragon if we can't even achieve unity?!

We have to deliver a powerful blow!

After setting up camp in the morning, having a simple lunch, conducting quadrat surveys in the afternoon, and having a bonfire party in the evening, it was finally time to sleep.

-

The teachers and students of Shilan Middle School were exhausted, but neither the students nor the teachers in Kassel showed much fatigue.

A little incident happened here. In the afternoon, the portable toilet on the boys' side exploded. Luckily, no one was nearby at the time, otherwise, even if they were not injured, they would probably have been covered in the smell.

Survival experts in Kassel conducted a live demonstration of "how to dig a makeshift toilet in the wild," but someone overheard a bald man from Kassel cursing the equipment department.

That night.

After a quick wash, Chen Wenwen went to the girls' tent.

She was alone in the tent, with a lamp hanging from the ceiling.

She first crawled into her sleeping bag, and after a while, a delicate hand reached out and placed the clothes she was holding next to her pillow.

Chen Wenwen lay in her sleeping bag, her phone screen lit up.

The wilderness camping activity includes nighttime patrols, with two students each from Kassel and Shilan High School.

Night patrols are not a good job, but this adventurous task is actually a very exciting game in the eyes of the students of Shilan Secondary School.

At Shilan Middle School, the girl in charge of patrolling at night is Su Xiaoqiang.

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While patrolling near the grove, Su Xiaoqiang vaguely spotted a figure in the woods.

"Who?!"

Su Xiaoqiang was very brave. He took a flashlight and suddenly shone it into the woods.

"Lu—Lu Mingfei?"

Su Xiaoqiang got a clear look at the figure.

"Hi."

Lu Mingfei emerged from the grove, his smile a little unnatural.

"Lu Mingfei, what are you doing here?"

Su Xiaoqiang asked curiously.

She had looked carefully just now and there was no one else in the grove except for Lu Mingfei.

She noticed that Lu Mingfei was wearing a long black trench coat whose brand was unknown.

"I'm just wandering around."

Lu Mingfei stood with his hands in his pockets, looking very cool.

"etc."

Su Xiaoqiang narrowed her beautiful eyes, shining the flashlight on him and then into the depths of the grove: "I know, you were using the restroom, weren't you?!"

"hiss----"

Lu Mingfei suddenly gasped, "Yes, I was just in the toilet."

Su Xiaoqiang wondered if it was just her imagination, but Lu Mingfei's voice sounded a little strange.

"Didn't they dig a makeshift toilet over there for the boys? — Oh, I see, someone's using it, right?"

Su Xiaoqiang realized what was happening.

That's right.

Lu Mingfei replied curtly, "So all I can do is—roam freely in the vast world."

"As expected of the literary society, they can describe something as urgent as needing to use the toilet in such a subtle way."

Su Xiaoqiang was amused by him and reached out to pat his shoulder.

Lu Mingfei swayed twice as she pulled him along.

"I've heard that there's a company in the world that specializes in making portable toilets."

Su Xiaoqiang brought up a rather unpleasant topic: "The founder of this company is a very quick-thinking guy. He discovered that the wealthy have very high requirements for restrooms, but it's difficult to find suitable toilets at outdoor venues, such as castle manor parties or private music festivals. So, he launched a luxury portable toilet rental program—"

Lu Mingfei was multitasking, listening to her introduction and nodding in agreement from time to time.

"Aren't you hot wearing that?"

Su Xiaoqiang noticed his trench coat.

"It got colder tonight."

Lu Mingfei offered an explanation.

"Too."

Su Xiaoqiang thought for a moment, "There was a fat professor in Kassel today, and he even came in a suit."

"Perhaps it's a difference in customs."

Lu Mingfei made it up on the spot.

He looked at the campsite not far away: "How long will your patrol last? I'll walk with you for a while."

"One last lap."

Su Xiaoqiang patted the flashlight. "The real night shifts are handled by people from Kassel. I feel a little embarrassed."

"Leave professional matters to professionals. They might not feel comfortable having us on night duty."

So the two walked side by side. Su Xiaoqiang walked lightly, tiptoeing, while Lu Mingfei's movements were a little bigger, bouncing around, and he would occasionally exhale softly.

"Um—Lu Mingfei, there's something I want to ask you."

As they walked along the road, Su Xiaoqiang suddenly said.

"Please speak freely, my beloved consort."

Lu Mingfei speaks clearly and distinctly.

"Get out of here! Who is your beloved concubine?"

Su Xiaoqiang rolled her eyes at him, but a hint of joy, which she herself didn't realize, crept into her eyes.

"It's about—Kassel College."

Su Xiaoqiang, head down, kicked away a small pebble: "Is what your aunt said true?"

"It's true."

Lu Mingfei sighed, "But I rejected them for your sake."

I don't believe it.

Su Xiaoqiang shook her head: "If you really think that way, I'll start to wonder if I've done something wrong."

"Doesn't this make me seem sentimental?"

Lu Mingfei pulled a hand out of his pocket and patted his stomach through his trench coat: "Abandoning the world for love—oh, something like that."

"If a beautiful woman wants a king to give up his kingdom for her, she must be incredibly foolish."

Su Xiaoqiang said seriously, "Keeping a man by your side is really short-sighted, okay?"

"So, you're asking me about Kassel because you want to say—"

"I'd like to know the admission requirements for this school."

Su Xiaoqiang replied matter-of-factly, "If you can't keep a man by your side, you have to find a way to catch up with him."

"Kassel's words may not be what you imagine."

Lu Mingfei pondered for a moment, then decided to tell her something: "Everyone in this academy is like me."

"A person with superpowers?"

"Pretty much. Some are just a little stronger than the average person, while others are quite strong."

Su Xiaoqiang fell silent.

After a while, she whispered, "Will there be any danger?"

Lu Mingfei pondered for a moment: "I'm actually quite capable. Maybe I am for others, but not for myself."

Su Xiaoqiang breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing this.

"Do you know, Lu Mingfei?"

Su Xiaoqiang turned her head to look into the distance, her voice somewhat muffled, "I've known for a long time that I'm not good enough for you."

Lu Mingfei raised an eyebrow upon hearing this.

Just as he was about to speak, Su Xiaoqiang suddenly turned around and placed her finger on his lips.

"Let me finish—I've wanted to say this for a long time."

As if she had made up her mind, she looked into his eyes and said, "Lu Mingfei, I know you and I are not from the same world. You are a dragon that roams the rivers and seas, while I am just a wave passing by you."

You may encounter many more waves in the future, but each wave will only encounter one you.

She sniffed: "I won't, and have no reason to, ask you to stop for me. I just hope you'll remember that there was a wave that liked you—"

"Smack."

Lu Mingfei reached out and flicked her forehead.

"it hurts."

Su Xiaoqiang rubbed her forehead, her eyes brimming with tears: "Why did you flick me?"

"Because all that you've said sounds like you're going to kick me out."

Lu Mingfei said irritably, "Are you going to say something like 'Can't you cultivate immortality without spiritual roots' later?"

"I didn't say I was going to kick you—wait, we haven't even started yet!"

Su Xiaoqiang hurriedly explained, "I am, I am—"

"Su Xiaoqiang, I've noticed before that you really hurt people with your words."

Lu Mingfei was not happy: "The dragon likes the waves, but the waves don't believe the dragon likes her. Don't you think that's going too far?"

Su Xiaoqiang exclaimed "Ah!" and suddenly realized that he seemed to be confessing his feelings to her?

"But—didn't you say you were going to that Kassel College?"

Su Xiaoqiang asked cautiously.

"I'm going to study abroad, not to ascend to immortality. I'll be back in two years at most."

Lu Mingfei rolled his eyes: "Besides, it's not certain when we'll go."

The little fairy must have gone through a very long internal struggle before she said those words.

Unfortunately, Lu Mingfei completely disagreed.

Because he refined a Yin-Yang Sacred Fruit.

Although they have not yet become planetary-level life forms, as long as they continue to cultivate together, they can improve their own and their partner's power and status.

The so-called dragon bloodline is not important.

Next time I see the little devil, maybe I can annoy him, for example by saying something like, "You're so annoying."