Dragon Raja: Back from Tiling, My Mother Lu Mingfei

Two hours later.

The main dining hall of Kassel College.

Lu Mingfei had never been so extravagant in his life.

Any one of the things laid out in front of him would be enough to make him feel bad for half a month.

A whole roasted goose, its skin roasted to a golden brown and crispy, glistening with oil, served with a small dish of plum sauce.

A whole king crab, its legs thicker than his fingers, lay red on the crushed ice.

The three thick-cut Wagyu beef pieces had marbling so evenly distributed that they resembled a work of art.

Foie gras, snails, lobster bisque... and a bottle of red wine that doesn't look cheap.

Lu Mingfei picked up his knife and fork, preparing to dig into the Wagyu beef.

"Smack—smack smack smack—"

"Slurp—slurp slurp—"

"Click-clack-clack-clack—"

The voice from the other side made his knife and fork hover in mid-air.

Lu Mingfei slowly raised his head.

The man sitting opposite him had bandages wrapped around his head, and was stuffing a crab leg in his left hand and a goose leg in his right, stuffing them into his mouth with both hands.

Not content with stuffing his mouth full, he also took a big bite of goose leg and then slurped up a crab leg, eating as if he had a grudge against the food.

"Are you a dog?" Lu Mingfei blurted out.

Fingel didn't even look up, mumbling indistinctly, "Waaaaahh ...

Speak like a human.

Fingel swallowed what was in his mouth, picked up the wine bottle, blew on it, and burped.

"I said, a scholar can be killed but not humiliated. You injured me, so what's wrong with treating me to a meal?"

"I treated you to dinner, but I didn't treat you to the restaurant too."

Fingel glanced at the plate on the table, which was almost empty, and then at the untouched Wagyu beef in front of Lu Mingfei.

"Are you still going to eat that piece?"

Lu Mingfei silently moved the plate closer to himself.

"I have a question for you."

"Go ahead and ask."

"The answer to the 3E bloodline test you mentioned."

"A generous offer of two thousand US dollars."

"?"

"Fixed price".

"..."

He pointed to the bandage on his head, "This meal is compensation for the injury you caused me, it doesn't count."

Lu Mingfei's lips twitched.

"Who knew you...you appeared out of nowhere like a ghost..."

He shrank back. "And your behavior is really suspicious."

Fingel's eyes widened, his face filled with indignation.

"You can question my character, but you can't question my aesthetic sense or sexual orientation!"

Lu Mingfei shrank back even further.

Why is this person reacting so strongly? Could it be that he hit the nail on the head?

"Tell me about the answer first," Lu Mingfei decided to steer the conversation back on track. "Are you sure your answer is true?"

"Are you looking for trouble?" Fingel slammed his hand on the table.

"No, that's not what I meant." Lu Mingfei waved his hands repeatedly. "What I meant was, if your answer is genuine, I'll definitely buy it!"

Fingel looked at him for a few seconds, then continued eating.

"I repeated a grade four times, would I sell you fake answers?"

Lu Mingfei thought for a moment.

That does seem to make some sense.

"2000 US dollars?" Lu Mingfei confirmed.

$2000.

"Not RMB?"

Fingel looked at him like he was an idiot. "What do you think?"

Lu Mingfei remembered that Huai Xu had told him that his black card had a credit limit of $100,000, which he could use as he pleased.

And he himself didn't seem to have any reason to spend money.

Perhaps... the Huaixu Temple is also needed?

"Alright."

Lu Mingfei nodded. "I bought it."

drop--

Transaction successful.

Fingel looked at the numbers displayed on the POS machine and a bright smile spread across his face.

"It's a pleasure working with you!"

He stretched out his hand.

Lu Mingfei shook hands with him, but something felt off.

"Do you carry a POS machine with you?"

"Professional ethics".

the other side.

Room 306, Building A.

Huai Xu had just finished showering, his hair was still wet, and he was only wearing a pair of shorts, sprawled on the sofa.

He picked up his phone and sent a message to Chen Wenwen first.

[Huai Xu: Wenwen's mom, you've arrived in America. Everything's fine here, don't worry. I miss you, I love you.]

He sent another message to Su Xiaoqiang.

[Huai Xu: Xiaoqiang's mom, you've arrived in America. Everything's fine here, don't worry. I miss you, I love you.]

He sent another message to Liu Miaomiao.

[Huai Xu: Miao Miao's mom, you've arrived in America. Everything's fine here, don't worry. I miss you, I love you.]

After sending the message, I left. After all, there's a time difference between the two sides, so I'll just wait until they see it.

All three mothers replied, and Huai Xu put his phone aside and started thinking about serious matters.

Tomorrow's 3E test.

He wasn't worried.

During the day, while fighting Chu Zihang and Caesar, he glanced at the system panel.

[Contractee for "The White Mark": Hilbert Jean Angers]

Current Bloodline Level: S (Temporary)

S-class.

Although it's only temporary, it should be more than enough to pass an entrance exam.

The real problem is the Dragon King behind them.

He had no feelings for characters with little screen time, so killing them was no big deal.

Killing someone like Constantine wouldn't have caused me much psychological distress...

But Norton...

Or rather, Old Tang.

This person is a bit troublesome.

Logically speaking, Lu Mingfei shouldn't have had too much interaction with Lao Tang.

Because he spent more than half a year helping Lu Mingfei work out, counseling him, and supporting him, Lu Mingfei's life was filled with activities, leaving him with very little time to play games.

But the reality is that Lu Mingfei and Lao Tang had already made contact long ago.

Moreover, they have a very good relationship.

Huai Xu didn't pay much attention to this at first, thinking that how much influence could a netizen have?

But now that I think about it, he overlooked a very important point.

Lu Mingfei is so lacking in friends...

He's so starved for love...

Huai Xu stared blankly for a while.

really……

Or maybe we should just kill Old Tang.

Anyway, Lu Mingfei and he were just online friends.

We've never met, have no connection, and have only played a few games online.

So what if he's killed? Lu Mingfei will be sad for a few days at most, but he'll be fine once he's over it.

Things that will make Mom sad...

Just kill them all.

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

I don't know why, but I've been having these thoughts more and more often lately.

……

The deepest part of the library.

A small room.

In the center of the room was a huge display screen, on which various data and charts scrolled densely.

There were rows of servers around, their fans whirring and indicator lights flashing rhythmically.

Fingel walked in.

He was carrying a can of beer in one hand and had the other hand in his pocket, walking with a somewhat leisurely gait.

The bandages on his head were still on, and he looked disheveled.

But it was completely different from how it usually looks.

His eyes were vacant.

And sadness.

A very deep sadness.

Fingel stood in front of the screen for a while and took a sip of beer.

"Eva".

A phantom girl appeared before him, and a mechanically synthesized voice rang out.

Good evening, Fingel.

"Do me a favor."

"Have you run into some trouble again?"

"Tomorrow is the 3E test, and Lu Mingfei's score..."

Fingelton paused, "No matter how he does on the test, help him pass."

There was a moment of silence on the screen.

"This does not comply with the college's regulations."

"I know."

Fingel took another sip of beer. "So what I said was, do me a favor."

There was another few seconds of silence.

"it is good."

Thanks.

Fingel nodded without turning to leave.

He stood there, staring at the scrolling data on the screen, his eyes somewhat dazed.

After a while, he spoke again.

"Check someone else's information for me."

"Who?"

"The Preface to the Locust Trees"

A moment later, lines of text appeared on the screen.

【Huai Zhengmin】

Born on February 17, 1967 in…

[Education: **University...]

[Occupation: Senior Executive at a Foreign Trade Company]

[Ancestral testing: No signs of mixed race]

Status: Dead

[Zhu Qingxu]

Born on February 6, 1970 in…

[Education: **Music Academy...]

Occupation: Piano Teacher

[Ancestral testing: No signs of mixed race]

Status: Dead

Other relatives: None

[Paternal lineage: No record of mixed ancestry]

[Maternal lineage: No record of mixed ancestry]

"In other words..."