Dragon Raja: Back from Tiling, My Mother Lu Mingfei

Chapter 19 All eyes are on me! I have something to announce!

"You...who are you?"

"The Preface to the Locust Trees"

"You're the one... who goes around claiming other people as his mother?"

Huai Xu's lips twitched slightly, but he quickly regained his melancholy expression.

"It's all rumors; they're just jealous of my beauty."

"..."

"So what do you want from me?"

Looking up at the sky at a 45-degree angle, Huai Xu said, "I heard you can play the piano."

"Yes, I've been studying it for over ten years."

"That's great. I wanted to learn piano when I was little, but... something happened in my family and I couldn't learn it."

Seeing that Liu Miaomiao's expression changed slightly, Huai Xu continued to output.

"Sometimes when I hear piano music on the street, I stop and listen for a while. I think that sound can calm me down."

Do you like the piano?

"like."

Huai Xu turned to look at her, "But I prefer someone who can play the piano."

Liu Miaomiao's face flushed slightly.

"What exactly are you trying to say?"

Huai Xu fell silent again.

He lowered his head, looked at his toes, and remained silent for a long time.

Then he looked up and gave a bitter smile.

"Liu Miaomiao, can I call you Mom?"

"???"

Liu Miaomiao thought she had misheard.

"What...what did you say?"

"I said, can I call you Mom?"

"Why...why do you call me 'Mom'?"

"because……"

Huai Xu paused for a moment, "Because I feel that you have a kind of... reassuring quality. Like... like a mother."

Looking at Huai Xu's incredibly handsome face, Liu Miaomiao's eyes held a mixture of depth, melancholy, and vulnerability.

She recalled the romance novels she had read.

Male protagonists are always like this.

He appears cold on the outside but is soft on the inside, harboring untold pain and needing a gentle girl to heal him.

"I...I'll think about it..."

"it is good."

Huai Xu nodded, then turned and left.

He took two steps, then turned back to look at her again.

That one glance contained so many complex emotions.

Anticipation, trepidation, unease...

Liu Miaomiao stood there, watching his figure disappear at the end of the corridor, her heart beating faster and faster.

[Liu Miaomiao's approval rating rises to 10%]

[Successfully recognized as Mom]

"well……"

Upon seeing the system notification, Huai Xu sighed helplessly and tossed his hair.

Being too handsome is a problem...

[Entry being generated...]

[Perfect pitch (N): "Mom no longer has to worry about me singing off-key!"]

[Entry Effect: You have gained perfect pitch, allowing you to accurately identify any pitch, chord, and key. Your musical talent has slightly improved, and your speed in learning musical instruments has greatly increased.]

Although it's not exactly a combat skill, it's still a legitimate ability.

It's much more respectable than "take a dump".

[The host has successfully recognized four mothers.]

[Achievement unlocked: "Four Happiness Meatballs": "Enough for a mahjong game, next!"]

[Note: This is a count achievement; there's still no reward, so don't even think about it.]

Huai Xu is already used to it.

The lack of any significant achievements or bonds left him somewhat disappointed.

┌───────────┐

│Wa Xue Di System V1.0│ (beta)

├────────────┤

│【Host】│Huai Xu│

│Gender: Male│

Age: 18

Bloodline: G (A weakling with a combat power of only five)│

|Suppression Index: 97/100|

├────────────┤

│【Current Mother】│

│ 1. [Chen Wenwen] (27%) │

│ 2. [Su Xiaoqiang] (21%) │

│ 3. [Lu Mingfei] (15%) │

│ 4. [Liu Miaomiao] (10%) │

├────────────┤

│【Entry】│

│"100% Bare-Handed Blade Catching" (UR)│

│ "Like a cat" (N) │

│ "Perfect Pitch" (N) │

│"Heartbeat Literature Club" (N)│

│ "I really have a lot of money" (N) │

│"The Youthful Thoughts of a Literary Girl" (N)│

│"No Limits Techniques - Part One: Let's Poop" (N)│

├────────────┤

│【Achievements】│

│ "Shizhilan has no living legend" "Born of her mother" "Surrounded by beauties" "Three yangs bring good fortune" "Four happiness meatballs" │

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Before you know it, it's the weekend.

The activity room of the literary society.

When Huai Xu arrived, almost everyone had already arrived.

Chen Wenwen, Su Xiaoqiang, Liu Miaomiao, Lu Mingfei, Zhao Menghua, and a few other passersby whose names Huai Xu couldn't recall, sat on the chairs in the back. Some were flipping through books, some were playing on their phones, and some were daydreaming.

Chen Wenwen stood up and clapped her hands.

"Everyone's here, let's begin."

She looked around and said, "Today's theme is poetry, any genre. Everyone, please take out the poems you have prepared and take turns reciting them. The best works will be published in the next issue of the school magazine."

Zhao Menghua was the first to raise his hand: "I'll go first."

He walked to the podium, cleared his throat, and began to recite.

"A spring breeze of ten miles cannot compare to you. A summer rain of endless downpours cannot match you..."

I didn't listen to Huai Xu much.

This poem is too serious.

He'd read those poems eight hundred times in his past life; he was immune to them now.

But others seem to buy into it.

Several female members' eyes lit up as they listened, and Chen Wenwen nodded slightly in agreement.

After Zhao Menghua finished reciting, he returned to his seat and glanced at Huai Xu.

Huaixu Little Bear spread his hands, looking completely innocent.

Next up is Liu Miaomiao.

Next up is Su Xiaoqiang.

Next, several passersby took turns reciting their own works. Their skill levels varied, but they were all quite earnest.

After all, being featured in the school magazine is quite appealing to high school students.

Then it was Lu Mingfei's turn.

Lu Mingfei stood up, walked to the podium, and looked a little nervous.

"Um... I wrote a poem, it's not very well made, please bear with it."

He took a deep breath and began to recite.

"I am a blade of grass that no one knows."

It grows in the corner of the wall, unseen by anyone.

The wind blew by, and I bent down.

The rain started to fall, and I lowered my head.

But I know that spring will come.

I will bloom, though very small…

It might be a bit childish, but the emotions are real.

After the recitation, scattered applause rang out in the activity room.

Zhao Menghua frowned but remained silent.

Chen Wenwen nodded: "It's very well written, Lu Mingfei. You've made great progress."

Upon receiving the goddess's praise, Lu Mingfei blushed and chuckled dryly twice. He scratched his head, jogged back to his seat, and glanced at Huai Xu.

Huai Xu gave him a thumbs up.

As the president of the club, Chen Wenwen naturally took the stage last.

She recited a poem she had written, which was roughly about "waiting" and "meeting." Huai Xu could tell that a few lines in it were written for him.

"You walked out of the crowd like a ray of light, shining into my gray world."

While reciting, Chen Wenwen kept her eyes on Huai Xu.

Su Xiaoqiang noticed, snorted, and turned her head away.

Liu Miaomiao noticed it too, and looked thoughtfully at Huai Xu, then at Chen Wenwen.

Huai Xu remained calm and led the applause after Chen Wenwen finished reciting.

"good!"

Chen Wenwen blushed slightly and sat back down in her seat.

Zhao Menghua's expression turned even uglier.

He looked at Huai Xu: "Huai Xu, you're new here, would you like to come up and recite a poem too?"