Dragon Raja: Lu Mingfei Returns from Sekiro

She entered the game again, and this time, in 13 seconds, she took down her opponent with a seamless combo. Chun-Li, played by joker_sword, stayed in the air the whole time.

The group chat exploded with activity, and many people were sending emojis.

Erii chuckled, a slight smile playing on her lips, as she scrolled through her phone.

Although there are still many panda faces, there are also many other new characters, including Doraemon and Conan, and even some that can move. With such a wide variety, she decisively abandoned the panda faces and only collected the ones she liked.

She was selecting messages and sending them out in her own chat box, and others responded with emojis, which she found particularly fun.

She lay on the pillow on the tatami mat, her fair and smooth feet bouncing back and forth, grinning foolishly at her phone.

A short while later, "Dragon Fruit Tycoon" sent over a few more IDs.

She sat up, full of energy, and gripped the handle.

...

The eldest son of the Yakumo family: I'm 18 seconds, better than the swordsman and the tycoon.

Wolf Boy; 16 seconds.

?: 17.

Nuclear Fission Buddha∞: I lasted 20 seconds, who else can do it!

Dragon Fruit Tycoon: You guys just keep running away and never fight anyone. If we're talking about real skill, only me and the swordsman can compare. As it turns out, my Chun-Li is stronger than the swordsman's. He was taken down in 13 seconds, while I lasted a full 15 seconds.

Ugly Swordsman: Stop bragging, I've found this ID.

Ugly Swordsman sent a screenshot of the points leaderboard, and the blatantly golden 12 dazzled everyone in the group.

Dragon Fruit Tycoon: Holy crap! A god! A god has joined our group!

The eldest son of the Yakumo family: Really?

Ugly Swordsman: It's definitely true. I know you guys are all a bunch of casual players who don't look at the rankings. I asked a friend in a professional group, "Eri's PSN" has never fallen out of the top ten since his debut, and has been dominating the number one spot for years. He is proficient in almost all the strong heroes. My friend who is in the top 1000 has only had the chance to play against him once. Guess what his evaluation was?

? : ?

Wolf boy: Huh?

Ugly Swordsman: His comment was, "I'm not worthy to play this game." @DragonFruitTycoon, where did you find this master? The official league tried to invite him before but didn't respond.

Dragon Fruit Tycoon: Don't ask, it's just a friend's introduction.

Ugly Swordsman: Disdain.jpg

Nuclear Fission Buddha∞: @UglySwordsman, my assessment of you is that you're not as good as the Dragon Fruit Tycoon.

The eldest son of the Yakumo family: Dragon Fruit Tycoon > Ugly Swordsman. The eldest son of the Yakumo family > Dragon Fruit Tycoon, therefore the eldest son of the Yakumo family > Ugly Swordsman.

? : @UglySwordsman [17-second screenshot] [15-second screenshot], ? ? ?

Wolf Boy: Goodness, the swordsmen are all at the bottom of the chat list. Does this mean that from today onwards, the tycoon will turn the tables and become the master?

Ugly Swordsman: I vomited.jpg

Erii's QQ: Cat eating noodles.gif

Dragon Fruit Tycoon: Worshiping the God.jpg

This was followed by a series of +1s.

Erii's QQ: Panda Question Mark.jpg

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Norton Hall, activity area.

This place is a gathering place for many single men and women.

After completing the mini-games together, many people would go to the dance floor with their partners to dance ballroom dances, or go to the rest area on the edge to get to know each other better.

Because you're wearing a mask, you don't have to feel too much psychological burden. It's like surfing the internet; when no one knows your real identity, you become much bolder.

A person who is timid and silent in real life may become a contemporary debate master who engages in heated debates with various parties online.

People are easily influenced by their environment. There is a theory in criminology called the "broken windows theory," which means that if negative phenomena in the environment are allowed to exist, they will induce people to imitate them, or even escalate them.

In 1969, Philip Zimbardo, a psychologist at Stanford University in the United States, conducted a very famous experiment:

He found two identical cars, removed the license plate from one of them, opened the roof, and abandoned it on the street in a poor neighborhood in New York. The other car was parked intact in a middle-class neighborhood.

Within 10 minutes, passersby stole the car parked in the slum, removing valuables such as the battery and radiator. Then, someone scratched the car body and smashed the windows.

Three days later, the car was a pile of scrap metal, and even children were vandalizing it. The car parked in the middle-class neighborhood remained intact, but just hours after researchers smashed the window of another car, it suffered the same fate.

People who don't usually have the inclination to date are more likely to have unusual thoughts when they are in such a romantic and ambiguous environment.

Watching the men and women in the center of the dance floor holding hands and swaying waist to waist, watching others participate in games and be paired up by the host, watching couples successfully pair up, as long as one has a normal sexual orientation, even a bookworm who only loves studying will feel a romantic feeling.

But Lu Mingfei wasn't really bothered; he was still thinking about the half-eaten roasted pork knuckle on his plate.

The air was filled with the scent of perfume, the fragrances blended together and locked inside the enclosed room, unable to diffuse.

Fragrance can bring people a pleasant feeling, and high-end perfumes should smell comfortable and refreshing. There is no doubt that the girls attending the ball are wearing high-end perfumes.

The subtle aroma could arouse men's desires, making them thirsty and prompting them to take the first step in their attack. But Lu Mingfei wasn't even three-tenths full; he longed to go back and kiss the fragrant roasted pig's trotters.

On one side was the slender, fair arm of a beautiful girl, and on the other side was a tender, juicy braised pig's trotter. Lu Mingfei didn't know what others would choose, but he chose the pig's trotter.

After all, a pretty girl wouldn't let you lick her arm; she'd just call the police. But a pig's trotter is different; you can do whatever you want with it.

If he had come alone, he wouldn't have been in such a bad mood. But on his left were Caesar and Nono holding hands, and on his right were Ye Sheng and Jiu Deya Ji clinging together. Everyone else had someone feeding them, but he was a poor kid who hadn't even had a proper dinner.

“Sigh…” Lu Mingfei shook his head slightly, standing behind a group of seven or eight people.

“We’ll wait for you in the rest area.” Nono, wearing a mask, patted his shoulder.

They had already arranged with the host that the game would begin once Lu Mingfei found a partner.

This is the men's lane, and there is a women's lane on the right. If you bring your own partner, you don't need to queue for a number.

A few minutes later, Lu Mingfei arrived at the front of the line.

"The woman wearing the same color scarf as you is your partner." The host, dressed in a suit, took out a blue scarf and tied a small bow on Lu Mingfei's forearm. "The lighting inside is rather dim, so you need to get closer to see the color clearly."

"Should I go find her?" Lu Mingfei asked.

“You can also wait for your partner to come to you, but I think a good gentleman should learn to take the initiative and invite others.” The host smiled slightly and made way for the aisle. “That’s part of the game too.”

Lu Mingfei walked under the red curtain and entered a new room. He could clearly hear piano music, which seemed to be broadcast from a radio, but there was no background noise. The room was illuminated by a soft blue ambient light that rippled with the music, like gentle waves or floating jellyfish.

There were more people than expected; the game seemed quite popular. At a glance, there were more than a dozen people walking around and talking quietly, roughly half men and half women.

A woman walked past the curtain, and Lu Mingfei tentatively went over to ask her, but found that she had an orange scarf tied around her forearm.

It seems that the lady with the blue scarf may not have entered the venue yet, or she may have been waiting in the room for a few minutes.

To be honest, it's quite a thrilling feeling.

In the dim light, ladies in formal dresses lift their skirts, their graceful figures swaying to the music. One of them is your game partner, veiled and shrouded in mystery. If you perform well, you'll almost have the chance to unveil that mystery.

Lu Mingfei finally felt a slight sense of tension, and a hint of anticipation also arose.

I wonder what kind of person my next partner will be.

Will she be the aloof and quiet type like Senior Susie, or the eccentric and cheerful type like Nono?

Or perhaps a literary girl like Chen Wenwen, she would probably quite like this kind of occasion, it's elegant, romantic, and very tasteful. What should we call this, the literary youth style?

Hopefully, she won't be like Zero, expressionless and emotionless. If she is, the two of them probably won't exchange more than three sentences after playing the game. It would probably feel like a military mission, making everyone nervous.

Chapter 132 Is it me who's mentally unstable or is it you who's mentally unstable?

It's eight o'clock.

"What's the rush? Are you in such a hurry to get your beauty sleep? Don't tell me it's because of those damn assignments. As a woman, you should act like a woman. If you don't act recklessly when you're young, when you're old, even if you wear a beautiful dress and want to dance, people will just say you're being pretentious."

"You're the one who dragged me here."

"There's no way around it. You're a new member of the student council. Without your invitation, I can't even get through the gate. How am I supposed to attend the dance?"

"You are a ninja."

“A ninja can’t exactly sneak around in a suit, can he?” The woman pleaded, grasping Zero’s hand. “Just one more hour with me, just one hour.”

"..." Zero remained silent, meeting the woman's gaze.

“A bottle of 1811 Chateau d'Yquem,” the woman said.

"..." Zero remained silent.

"You value an hour of your life so much? This is the most expensive piece in my collection. If you put it at an auction house, even if it doesn't reach the highest price of £7.5 back then, it can still sell for at least £7 (about 60 RMB). What more do you want?"

Those ice-blue eyes remained completely still.

The woman gritted her teeth and said with a pained expression, "A bottle of 62 Dalmore (£12.5, about RMB 106 million). If you don't want it, then go back and play by yourself."

"Both bottles together," Zero said slowly.

"Are you a devil?! This isn't how you bargain!"

He pulled the handle out and turned to leave.

"Fine, two bottles. You really are a vampire," the woman said through gritted teeth.

Zero walked back and stood obediently beside the woman.

At that moment, a man wearing a flashy pink mask walked over and stood in front of the woman.

"Hello, I think we should be partners." The man showed off the blue silk scarf on his forearm.

"Really?" The woman covered her mouth slightly and said in surprise, "I've been waiting for several minutes. I thought there was a problem with the staff's arrangements."

She also flashed her bright blue silk scarf, turned around and walked towards the exit with the man, vigorously shaking her long legs and twisting her serpentine waist. Underneath her loose dress, one could vaguely see her hot figure, which far surpassed that of a certain flat-chested woman, hazy yet full of allure, as if she were showing off.

Ling squinted, looking thoughtfully at her right forearm.

A man dressed in a black suit, with a red rose in his collar pocket, approached her. The scarf on his forearm matched her color.

"Y-you...hello..." The man's voice trembled slightly. For some reason, he seemed to sense a deadly danger emanating from the petite girl in front of him. This was not a polite remark; his sixth sense was warning him to leave immediately!

It was like a fledgling white rabbit encountering a fierce-looking white-browed tiger; the tiger's imposing presence alone made him want to back down. But as a gentleman, backing down would be impolite, so he forced himself to continue the conversation: "Madam, you... hello..."

The petite girl turned her gaze over and met his eyes through the mask.