Dragon Raja: Lu Mingfei, let them live with regrets for the rest of their lives.

Xia Mi mentioned that it was a two-bedroom apartment, and that she would have a room to live in after moving in, so at least she wouldn't have to sleep on the sofa or the balcony.

Judging from Xia Mi's tone, she has lived there for a long time, which means there is nothing wrong with the house itself.

As for the rent, by moving in, he not only helped Xia Mi, but Xia Mi also helped him. If everyone splits the rent, it will definitely be cheaper than if Lu Mingfei lived there alone.

Most importantly... no more running back and forth to KFC, you can go straight home to study after school!

With my great teacher, getting into Peking University or Tsinghua University isn't as easy as picking something out of a bag.

Lu Mingfei felt he had made a profit, and even took advantage of Xia Mi.

Compared to Su Xiaoqiang's immediate gift of a large house, Lu Mingfei is more easily moved by Xia Mi's approach of working together to gradually improve their lives.

There are economic strategies, but who says you can't take down Lu Mingfei without economic resources?

Xia Mi had Lu Mingfei completely under her control. She was even considering putting some sleeping potion in Lu Mingfei's food and water every night, so that she could manipulate and control him both mentally and physically, turning him into a puppet.

Xia Mi doesn't believe in true feelings or bonds. She's a dragon, a selfish and self-serving dragon who only knows how to use interests and means to bind people to her side and not allow them to go anywhere.

Xia Mi often feigns helplessness. After observing humans for over a decade, she discovered that crying children get candy, and feigning helplessness is merely a deceptive hunting technique.

"Senior brother, are you disgusted with me?" Xia Mi lowered her head, her voice tinged with a hint of tears. "I know, I'm not as rich as Sister Xiaoqiang. If I marry her, I'll have endless money and delicious food every day."

I just want to live with my senior, cook for you, and do your laundry.

Seeing that Xia Mi was almost in tears, Lu Mingfei realized how important he was to her and felt a pang of affection. He reached out and patted Xia Mi's head.

"Okay, stop crying, I promise you. But not now. I need some time to prepare and take care of some... trivial matters," Lu Mingfei sighed.

"Who's crying? I'm not crying!"

Xia Mi, with her head down, muttered something that sounded like she was putting on a brave face.

In fact, if Lu Mingfei had squatted down and looked up, he would have seen Xia Mi smiling, a very wicked smile.

Hehe, plan in motion!

Senior brother is so foolish.

And I, Jormungandr, am wise!

……

When Lu Mingfei returned to his aunt's house, it was dusk, and the evening breeze was cool.

Pushing open the door, the house was deserted and quiet. Lu Mingfei didn't see Lu Mingze; he didn't know where he had gone.

Lu Mingfei then returned to his room and looked around the place where he had lived for five years.

A bunk bed, a study desk, and a large wardrobe containing Lu Mingfei's meager collection of clothes.

The room was filled with a bunch of messy things, mostly belonging to Lu Mingze.

The only thing that probably belongs to Lu Mingfei is the bedding on the upper bunk.

Many times, he had to borrow things from Lu Mingze.

There was no air conditioning in the room, and when it was hot and stuffy in the summer, Lu Mingze would use an electric fan to blow air in his direction.

Lu Mingfei was on the top bunk, where the wind couldn't reach him at all. He was so hot that he couldn't sleep all night. When he got up in the morning, he found that the sheets were soaked through.

Lu Mingze had a mosquito net, but Lu Mingfei didn't, and the mosquitoes were sucking his blood every day, making them even more eager to bite.

Mosquito: This blood is powerful.

Now, after Lu Mingfei agreed to share the apartment with Xia Mi in the afternoon, when he returned to his room, the feeling of "really having to leave" suddenly became stronger.

If you ask me if I felt sad, it's impossible not to.

Even a dog remembers its kennel.

Lu Mingfei's pain did not stem from his numbness and ignorance, but rather from his overwhelming emotions, which he could only suppress year after year, day after day, in a repetitive cycle.

If his aunt had been gentler with him, less harsh, instead of ordering him around and treating him like a dog.

If only his uncle had been braver and had stood up to protect him then, instead of coming to him afterward to say some useless nice things.

If Lu Mingze could show more respect to his cousin, even if it means not sharing toys and snacks, he could at least stop treating him like an outsider so blatantly.

The first time Lu Mingfei stayed at his aunt's house, Lu Mingze was still a child. He cried loudly, threw toy cars at Lu Mingfei, and said he should be kicked out! He's an outsider! Why should he stay in my room!

Lu Mingfei was only twelve years old. He stood there, head down, left hand holding right arm, with a forced smile that he couldn't quite manage. At that time, he probably hadn't yet learned how to please others.

In the end, Lu Mingfei still slept on the sofa for one night. His aunt said that Mingze was young and didn't know any better, and that as his older brother, he should be more understanding of him.

This understanding lasted for five years.

Lu Mingfei was tired, or rather, he was really heartbroken.

He has several five-year periods in his life, and in what should have been the most carefree time, he was burdened with an uncle, aunt, and cousin.

But what can he do when his parents went abroad and never came back? And what can he do when he's living under someone else's roof?

Living under someone else's roof is not a pleasant experience. You dare not touch anything in the house, and you are even afraid of getting the floor dirty.

At first, my aunt pretended not to care, but she didn't hide her disdainful look at me, and she complained to my uncle a lot about the nasty things behind his back.

His aunt was used to having a loud voice, so when Lu Mingfei passed by the room, he lowered his head and slunk away, not daring to take heavy steps for fear of making a sound that the people inside would hear.

In short, Lu Mingfei has had a truly frustrating and humiliating five years.

"..."

Lu Mingfei suddenly didn't want to see his parents anymore.

Even if they come back from abroad and take him to live with their family overseas, he won't go.

He stayed in Rongcheng, the city where he was born and raised, studying with Su Xiaoqiang and living with Xia Mi, making the most of their lives together.

Lu Mingfei lay in bed, smiled silently, and quickly fell asleep after not taking a nap in the afternoon.

In his dream, he dreamed of Lu Lincheng and Qiao Weini from the world of the script.

They responded to their warm greetings and playful banter.

At that moment, Lu Mingfei finally understood that what he missed was his parents when he was a child, a time when they didn't abandon him, a time that was filled with troubles but also happiness.

Now, things have changed.

Parents and children are not close.

……

On Monday, a war without gunfire began.

Its name is Ultimate Flame Demon Hellfire Invincible Monthly Exam Battle!

Unlike usual, Lu Mingfei wrote furiously on the test paper, his answers landing one by one, far exceeding the speed of Zhao Menghua, the top student in the class.

Zhao Menghua had dark circles under his eyes, looking like he hadn't had a good rest over the weekend.

Chapter 38 The Fall of Zhao Menghua (Please continue reading)

You have no idea how unbearable the weight of Chen Wenwen's resounding slap was on Zhao Menghua's handsome face!

You have no idea that Zhao Menghua is just an eighteen-year-old kid!

You have no idea how much psychological trauma Chen Wenwen's slap in the face left on Zhao Menghua!

Zhao Menghua is jade.

If it were any other girl, a good man wouldn't fight with her, but that wouldn't stop him from finding some street thugs who weren't exactly good men to teach them a lesson and regain his pride.

But given the attitude Chen's father expressed that day, and his status as a senior executive of a listed company, Zhao Menghua was just a kid, not some real ancient warlord's son. In a society governed by the rule of law, what could he possibly fight against?

When Zhao's father heard about this, he didn't stand up for him; he just thought the boy deserved it.

He gave Zhao Menghua resources that were far superior to those of Lu Mingfei, yet he still couldn't compare to Lu Mingfei. That means there's something wrong with Zhao Menghua himself.

If you're not as skilled as others, then you've lost.

But Zhao's father had been through it all, while Zhao Menghua hadn't. He was young and impetuous, and if he held back his anger and frustration, it would fester and eventually lead to illness.

He glanced back at Chen Wenwen, who was watching Lu Mingfei, who was engrossed in writing on his test paper.

Then, Zhao Menghua laughed in anger.

Chen Wenwen's *foul language* and her infatuation are so inappropriate; this is a sacred and solemn examination hall!

What I once liked, I now hate.

But what can you do when Chen Wenwen has such a protective and doting father?

His father was kind to outsiders but strict at home. Zhao Menghua lived in the shadow of his father since childhood, and was actually quite repressed inside.

Zhao Menghua glanced down at the test paper, which was somewhat illegible. He gripped his pen tightly. What could he do to most directly prove that he was better than Lu Mingfei?

Looks? That's too subjective.

Economy? You can't really show off your wealth at school.

Connections? Do you know any teachers or older students from your senior year of high school?

Zhao Menghua realized that students should study hard and make progress every day, so he compared his academic performance with Lu Mingfei's. When the scores came out, he would be superior and crush Lu Mingfei.

This is an unchangeable fact!

Zhao Menghua, a prodigal son, has turned over a new leaf and surprisingly regained his motivation to study because of this incident. He is determined to study hard and thoroughly defeat Lu Mingfei, and have a showdown with him!

Zhao Menghua felt a thrill every time he surpassed Lu Mingfei by one point. Oh... if he surpassed Lu Mingfei by one hundred or two hundred points, oh oh... I wonder if he would feel so good he would die?

Zhao Menghua's lips curled into an excited smile, his face contorted with rage, as he swung his pen fiercely, as if wielding a sword!

"Ring ring ring"

"Time's up, collect the papers," the homeroom teacher said, glancing at the erratic Zhao Menghua.

"Huh?" Zhao Menghua was stunned.

The homeroom teacher remained expressionless.

During the exam, she observed Zhao Menghua for a long time. Zhao Menghua would sometimes look resentful, and sometimes chuckle to himself.

They're not even as good as Lu Mingfei and Su Xiaoqiang. They were in a car accident, rested for two days, and then came back to school to take the exam. It didn't matter if they got a good grade. Their eagerness to learn is something everyone should learn from.

Lu Mingfei put down his pen and stretched his wrists. The first subject he took this morning was history, and while writing the questions, Xia Mi's voice kept echoing in his mind: "Senior brother, do you know Zhu Yuanzhang..."