Dragon Raja: Back from Tiling, My Mother Lu Mingfei

Huai Xu glanced at the upgrade rules for the golden entry again.

[Note: Once the approval rating reaches 100%, the host can perform one "Golden Resonance". All four SSR attributes will simultaneously gain an upgrade opportunity, with each attribute's upgrade probability calculated independently (base probability 0.01%).]

"..."

Four independent calculations.

In other words, each entry has a 0.01% chance of turning into color.

The probability of four people being unlucky at the same time is... 99.99% to the power of four.

Huai Xu remained silent for a moment.

Never mind, I'll keep it.

I'll do this when I'm in a good mood, have good luck, take a bath, burn incense, fast for three days, and release the "blessing".

Four SSRs are enough anyway.

As for that random UR entry...

Save it up.

Saving it up is hope.

He turned off the panel and came to his senses.

"One dollar, just one dollar..."

A weak voice came from the side.

The locust tree turns its head.

A burly man squatted beside a bench, holding a tattered paper cup. He had a stubble beard, a dirty face, messy hair like a bird's nest, and clothes that looked like they had just been picked up from a garbage dump.

But Huai Xu recognized him at a glance.

Fingel von Frings.

The head of the press department at Kassel College, still studying many years after graduation, a legendary campus loser, the de facto controller of the intelligence department, a professional paparazzi, a professional slacker, a seasoned actor, and a super A-grade mixed-race individual.

Fingel looked at the two of them for a while, then suddenly remembered something and pounced on them as if he had seen a savior.

With quick reflexes, Huai Xu grabbed Lu Mingfei, who was standing next to him, and used him as a shield.

Fingel then pulled Lu Mingfei into a tight embrace.

"Kind person! I've finally met a kind person! I haven't eaten for three days! Three days! Do you know how I've survived these three days? I..."

Fingel paused halfway through his sentence, then looked down to see who he was holding.

Then he let go and pushed Lu Mingfei aside with a look of disgust.

"Sorry, you've got the wrong baby."

"???"

Lu Mingfei looked completely bewildered.

No.

You're a homeless person, how come you're being picky? Do I not even deserve to be hugged by a homeless person anymore?

Ignoring Lu Mingfei's resentful gaze, Fingel opened his arms and pounced on Huai Xu.

"Stop."

Huai Xu reached out to stop him, "I am not a homosexual, please have some self-respect."

Fingel immediately stopped in his tracks, changed his expression, and grinned broadly, "We're all brothers, look at what you're saying."

"Junior Lu Mingfei, is it? It's true what they say, seeing is believing! I've heard that this year's S-class is a once-in-a-millennium tough guy, and seeing him today, it's true! Even I back in my day wouldn't be outshone by such looks..."

Lu Mingfei was stunned by the praise.

"No, who are you?"

Fingel ignored him and continued, "I flew for over ten hours from Germany and then took an eight-hour train ride just to pick you up. Do you know what I went through on this journey? No money for food, no money for water, I didn't even dare to go to the toilet because it costs money..."

At this point, his eyes actually reddened.

Huai Xu didn't reply, but quietly began his "confession".

A faint stream of information flowed into my mind.

I was hungry, really hungry.

But the others...

To test the waters.

interesting.

curious.

boring.

calm.

Fingel was talking non-stop, but his heart was actually completely unmoved.

Huai Xu turned off the "confession" function.

He truly deserves to be called a powerhouse.

Even Zhang Yimou would have to say: This is a veteran actor.

It's impossible for Finger not to know Lu Mingfei.

Pretending not to know him was simply a way of seeing what kind of person he was.

"You've mistaken him for someone else. He is Lu Mingfei, and I am Lu Mingfei's mother."

"?"

Fingel paused for a moment, then quickly turned to Lu Mingfei.

"Hey! Junior Lu Mingfei!"

He opened his arms and gave Lu Mingfei a warm hug. "Look at me, I'm so blind! I was just joking. How could I not recognize you? Come here, let your senior take a good look at you..."

He repeated to Lu Mingfei exactly what he had just said to Huai Xu.

Lu Mingfei: "..."

Huai Xu: "..."

Lu Mingfei was held in his arms, standing there like a log, his expression blank.

Fingel had hugged him enough, so he let go, cleared his throat, and pulled a crumpled book out of his pocket.

The book's cover features the Kassel school emblem—the half-decayed World Tree.

"Look, look!"

Fingel waved the book in front of them. "Finger von Frings, editor-in-chief of the journalism department at Kassel College! The real deal! Professor Guderian personally sent me to pick you up!"

Then he started bragging about his experiences.

He'd interviewed the principal, drunk with the head of the executive department, and left an indelible mark on the college's academic record book...

It was all exaggerated and overblown.

He would occasionally chime in with a few irrelevant remarks.

"By the way, Huai Xu, which high school did you attend before?"

"I didn't go to high school."

Fingel paused for a moment, "Huh?"

"I started working right after graduating from elementary school. I've carried bricks, robbed tombs, been a pirate, worked as an assassin, and even killed Voldemort."

"?"

Huai Xu continued to make up stories without changing his expression, "Later I realized that I couldn't do without education, so I taught myself high school chemistry and sold rock candy in Mexico."

They all call me Heisenberg.

"Everyone knows what happened next."

"???"

"???"

What do you know?

"Haha! Junior, you're really good at joking!"

Huai Xu smiled but offered no explanation.

After Fingel finished his boasting and chatted about various things, he finally revealed his true intentions.

He rubbed his hands together, his expression changing from enthusiastic to miserable.

"Um... junior brothers... I have a favor to ask..."

"explain."

"I haven't eaten for the past few days... Could you perhaps...?"

He held up two fingers. "Lend me twenty dollars? I'll pay you back when I get to school!"

Lu Mingfei had to pay again.

Huai Xu pressed his hand down, "I'll go buy it."

He stood up and walked towards a hot dog stand not far away.

The stall owner was a Mexican-American man, big and burly with a fierce-looking face, who didn't look like someone to mess with.

"Two hot dogs."

Huai Xu pointed to the hot dog, then to the chili sauce next to the stall.

"Um, add this."

The stall owner glanced at him. "Spicy?"

"Yes, spicy."

The vendor picked up the chili sauce, just about to squeeze it out.

Huai Xu reached out and stopped him.

He looked around to make sure Fingel couldn't see them, then took two twenty-dollar bills out of his pocket and placed them on the stall.

"Not this."

He pointed to the row of bottles and jars under the counter, "That one."

The stall owner looked in the direction he was pointing.

It was a glass bottle with a yellowed label, covered in dust.

It says in big red letters above: GHOST PEPPER—EXTREME

The stall owner looked up at Huai Xu and shook his head.

"No, no, no."

Huai Xu then took out two more bills.

"OK, OK, OK."

The vendor picked up the bottle of devil's hot sauce, unscrewed the cap, and a pungent, spicy aroma immediately filled the air. He carefully squeezed two of them onto the hot dogs, then glanced at Huai Xu.

Huai Xu shook his head. "More."

The stall owner squeezed out two more.

"more."

Two more were squeezed out.

"more."

The stall owner's forehead began to sweat.

"More?"

"Double."

The vendor took a deep breath, turned the hot sauce bottle upside down, and drew an S-shape on the hot dog.

Huai Xu nodded in satisfaction.

Then he bought a Coke.

He returned to the hot dog stand with his Coke in hand and pointed to the bottle of chili powder.

"Add this to the cola."

The stall owner's eyes widened.

"In the Coke? Are you sure?"

Huai Xu then took out another twenty-yuan note.

The stall owner was silent for a moment, then took the money, picked up the chili powder, and sprinkled a small pinch into the cola.

"more."

Another pinch was sprinkled.

"more."

The vendor turned the chili powder bottle upside down as well.

A layer of red powder floated on the surface of the cola, slowly sinking amidst the churning bubbles, like some kind of sinister chemical experiment.

Huai Xu, carrying a hot dog and a cola, returned to the bench.

"Senior, eat up."

Fingel looked at the two hot dogs covered in red sauce and swallowed hard.

It wasn't because I was greedy, but because the color looked a bit off.

But he was starving.

He hadn't eaten for two days, so even if it was poison, he would have to swallow it.

"Thank you, junior! Thank you, junior!"

Fingel took the hot dog and took a big bite in a few quick bites.

I chewed it twice.

He stopped moving, and his face turned bright red.

Sweat beads appeared on his forehead and dripped down his forehead one by one.

Her lips were trembling, her hands were trembling, "Water...water..."

Huai Xu handed him the Coke.

Fingel took the Coke and tilted his head back to gulp it down.

puff! ! !

Fingel covered his mouth and started jumping around on the spot, like some kind of street artist.

Lu Mingfei was dumbfounded.

"What...what's wrong with him?"

"He was probably too moved. After all, he hadn't eaten for two days, and it's normal to get emotional when he suddenly gets something hot to eat."

About half an hour later, Fingel finally went numb, his lips were swollen, and he was unsteady on his feet.

"Junior...you..."

"What's wrong, senior?"

"Your hot dog..."

"What's wrong? Doesn't it taste good?"

"How much chili did you put in?"

"Not much, just a normal amount."

No sooner had he finished speaking than a train pulled into the station.

It was a train that seemed to belong to the Victorian era.

The black steam locomotive, the dark red wooden carriages, and the gold decorative lines gleamed in the sunlight. Other passengers on the platform stopped to watch; some took out their phones to take pictures, while others whispered among themselves.

The train attendant stepped off the train, wearing a dark green uniform with gold epaulets and spotless white gloves.

He glanced at the tickets in Lu Mingfei and Huai Xu's hands, nodded, and said, "Get on the bus."

The three followed the train conductor toward the train.

Lu Mingfei walked at the front, Finger in the middle, and Huai Xu at the back.

Just as he was about to step onto the pedal, he quickened his pace and walked to Fingel's side.

She tilted her head slightly and whispered something in his ear.

"Long live Hydra!"