Dragon Raja: Back from Tiling, My Mother Lu Mingfei

Screening room.

The opening credits of "WALL-E" lit up on the screen.

Lu Mingfei sat in the third row, near the edge, his palms sweaty.

As for Huai Xu, he disappeared from sight starting in the afternoon.

When asked if he was coming to the literary society gathering that evening, he didn't answer.

However, Lu Mingfei was already used to it. This guy was usually mysterious, and disappearing for a while was routine for him.

He glanced down at the suit he was wearing.

This was given to him by Huai Xu last week, as an early graduation gift.

Lu Mingfei was stunned when he opened the package. It was a dark, custom-made suit, the fabric of which looked expensive, and his initials were embroidered inside.

It must be at least several thousand, right?

And you know what? Clothes make the man, a saddle makes the horse, and a bell makes the dog run faster.

After putting on this suit, Lu Mingfei seemed like a completely different person. His back straightened, and his gaze no longer dared to dart around.

Su Xiaoqiang glanced at him as she passed by and said, "Hey, Lu Mingfei, you look pretty respectable today."

Lu Mingfei chuckled twice but didn't reply.

Huai Xu is right, people still need to dress up.

With most of "WALL-E" playing, WALL-E on Earth followed EVE onto the spaceship. The two robots drifted around in space, and Lu Mingfei's heart was beating faster and faster.

His plan was to stand up and loudly express his thoughts when the scene of WALL-E and EVE dancing together in space appeared.

"Chen Wenwen, I like you."

He practiced those four words all afternoon.

On the screen, WALL-E is holding EVA's hand...

Right now.

Lu Mingfei took a deep breath and made a move to get up...

"Everyone, please be quiet."

A voice came from ahead.

Lu Mingfei sat back down.

Suddenly, several lights came on in the screening room. Zhao Menghua appeared in front of the screen at some point, holding a large bouquet of roses, wearing a sharp suit, and his hair was styled with hair gel, shining brightly under the lights.

He was holding a microphone.

"Today, at the last gathering of the literary society, I would like to take this opportunity to say a few words to someone."

The entire room fell silent.

Lu Mingfei's heart sank.

Hold.

Zhao Menghua took a deep breath and began his performance.

"Wenwen, I like you. From the first moment I saw you, I was deeply attracted to you. Your gentleness, your talent, everything about you..."

He spoke at length for five minutes.

He recounted his experiences from the beginning of his first year of high school to the present, from their first meeting in the literary club to every time they walked home together after school. He even quoted two lines from Pushkin's poetry and a line from Tagore's Stray Birds, which moved him to tears.

Several classmates in the back row who had been bribed by Zhao Menghua beforehand started making a fuss.

"Say yes! Say yes! Say yes!"

A spotlight shone on Chen Wenwen.

Zhao Menghua, holding the flowers, walked towards her step by step.

Su Xiaoqiang couldn't stand it anymore.

"No way, who do you think you are, Zhao Menghua?"

Su Xiaoqiang stood up. "So you're resorting to moral blackmail now? Confessing your feelings in front of so many people, and if they don't agree, you're disrespecting them? What kind of rogue logic is that?"

Zhao Menghua's smile froze for a moment, but she quickly regained her affectionate expression.

"I don't mean to morally blackmail anyone; I just want everyone to witness my sincerity."

"How much is your sincerity worth?"

Su Xiaoqiang wanted to continue speaking, but the people next to her quickly pulled her down to sit.

Just then.

"Chen Wenwen!"

Another voice rang out from another direction.

The entire room fell silent once again.

Lu Mingfei stood up.

His legs were shaking, his hands were shaking, but he stood up.

The lighting technician backstage, always eager for a good show, shone another spotlight on Lu Mingfei.

Lu Mingfei was so blinded by the light that he couldn't open his eyes, but he still tried his best to keep them open.

He looked at Chen Wenwen.

Chen Wenwen was also looking at him.

All eyes in the room were on him, whether they knew him or not, waiting for him to say the next thing.

Lu Mingfei opened his mouth.

"I……"

Gone.

My mind went completely blank.

I practiced those four characters all afternoon, but now I can't remember a single one of them.

"I...I...I..."

Intermittent.

"Actually... I... I like..."

He couldn't continue.

Looking down at my shiny leather shoes, I suddenly felt like an idiot.

What's the point of wearing a suit?

What's the point of practicing for an afternoon?

What's the point of standing up?

He can't even utter a complete sentence.

He crumpled the paper bag in his hand, and a few dandelions drifted out of the bag and landed on the ground, white and light, as weightless as he was.

Chen Wenwen looked at him and waited for a few seconds.

Then she spoke softly.

"Lu Mingfei, thank you."

Lu Mingfei looked up.

Chen Wenwen shifted her gaze from him to Zhao Menghua.

"Zhao Menghua, thank you too."

"but……"

She paused for a moment, then said, "I have someone I like."

Silence.

Zhao Menghua's smile froze completely.

The hand holding the roses slowly lowered, the petals appearing particularly dazzling under the light.

Lu Mingfei was also stunned.

He looked at Chen Wenwen, but Chen Wenwen didn't look at him.

After she finished speaking, she looked away, lowered her head, and seemed lost in thought.

The paper bag in Lu Mingfei's hand fell to the ground, scattering dandelions all over the ground.

It was white, like a pile of shattered stars.

Su Xiaoqiang glanced at Chen Wenwen, then at Lu Mingfei, finally snorted, and turned her head away.

Zhao Menghua stood there, unsure whether to leave or stay. The bouquet of roses was like a hot potato; he didn't know who to give it to.

The students in the back row who had been bribed also fell silent, each of them lowering their heads and pretending to look at their phones.

Just then—

boom!

The door to the screening room was kicked open.

Everyone was startled by the noise and turned to look at the door.

Light streamed in from the doorway, so bright it was blinding.

Once their eyes adjusted to the light, everyone was stunned.

A beautiful blonde girl was standing at the door.

She stood in the light, hands on her hips, chin slightly raised, surveying the entire audience with a proud expression, like a goddess of beauty descending from mythology.

Lu Mingfei's mind went blank.

By his aesthetic standards, Su Xiaoqiang (original) gets 90 points, and Chen Wenwen (original) gets 85 points, but with the buff of the "white moonlight" (ideal character), he gets 91 points.

This girl now scores at least 187 points.

Why 187?

Because the maximum score is 100, she transcended the concept of 100 points and reached a new dimension.

Her long, flowing golden hair cascaded casually over her shoulders, the strands fluttering in the wind. Her face was flawless, her features exquisitely detailed, as if painted on. The fitted white evening gown accentuated her snow-white skin.

She was petite with perfect proportions, and her long, slender legs shone brightly under the lights.

The only drawback—

Lu Mingfei's gaze unconsciously shifted downwards, then quickly looked away.

Peace has returned.

But that's okay. Flat doesn't mean bad. Flat has its advantages. Flat is a kind of high-class beauty.

13 points were deducted, bringing the total to 187, which is reasonable.

At that moment, Lu Mingfei suddenly felt that his failed confession wasn't so embarrassing after all.

He's in love again.

That unrequited love with Chen Wenwen is officially over.

Now, the place in his heart is completely filled by the blonde beauty at the door.

Zhao Menghua stared wide-eyed, his mouth practically watering.

The roses he was holding finally had a new target.

Even if the recipient might not appreciate it, it doesn't stop him from mentally sending the bouquet.

Chen Wenwen, Su Xiaoqiang, and Liu Miaomiao all frowned at the same time.

Why does it feel so strangely familiar...?

Just then, dozens of burly men in black suits and sunglasses surged into the screening room from behind the blonde beauty. Their footsteps were uniform, and they lined up on both sides like soldiers in a parade, forming two rows.

With hands behind his back and legs shoulder-width apart, he maintains the standard bodyguard stance.

No one in the screening room dared to move.

Is this... the underworld?

Or is it the pomp and circumstance of a rich heiress?

But isn't this a bit excessive? It's just going to the movies, is it really necessary to bring dozens of bodyguards?

The blonde beauty slowly walked forward under everyone's gaze.

Everyone's eyes followed her.

She walked past Zhao Menghua without even glancing at him.

Zhao Menghua wanted to say something, but was silenced by a glare from a bodyguard next to him.

She walked up to Lu Mingfei and stopped.

Lu Mingfei looked down at the beautiful girl who was a head shorter than him, his mind completely blank.

The pretty girl snorted and reached out to straighten his tie.

"The Dragon King?"

Lu Mingfei: "Huh?"

Are you going to waste your time here?

Lu Mingfei: "Huh???"

The blonde beauty withdrew her hand, crossed her arms over her chest, and slightly raised her chin.

"I came to pick you up personally, what's with that look? Not welcoming me?"

Just then, the dozens of burly men in black suits spoke up at the same time.

The sound was loud and clear, so uniform that it made the sound system in the screening room vibrate slightly.

"The three-year period is up—!"

"Welcome back to the Dragon King!"