Dragon Clan: Lu Mingfei who returned from Sekiro

Chapter 320 Invitation
It was late at night in Chicago.

The quiet night sky is dotted with stars, the street lamps shine white light beams, and the floating dust floats in it, and even one or two moths with flapping wings hit the lampshade of the street lamps.

Twelve midnight is the time when the cafeteria in Kassel closes, or when the chefs get off work. This Victorian-style dome-style building is open 24 hours a day. It is more like a classical restaurant than a cafeteria. In high-end restaurants, there are always boys and girls sitting side by side on benches with a cup of hot chocolate, chatting until late at night.

Fingal bought the last steak sandwich from the window in a solid black cardboard box half the size of a milk carton.

"Sincerely, $50." The waiter was polite.

"On credit first." Fingel stretched out his hand carelessly.

"If you don't have cash, you can also swipe your card, no matter whose card it is." The waiter took back the delicately packed carton.

"How long have we known each other, and you just can't trust me? Do you know how chilling I am!" Fingel said confidently.

"I joined Kassel in 02, and this year is my eighth year." The waiter smiled: "Except that your rating will drop every year, you are still the same as before, just like when we first met."

"Isn't our eight-year friendship worth a 50-dollar beef rib sandwich?" Fingel looked at the beef rib sandwich eagerly, "Take it as a farewell gift for me. If there is no accident, I will I'm leaving school, and when you want to see me again, it won't be so easy."

"Why, has the academy finally made up its mind to expel you? Or let you go to the New York Times as a new editor. With your ability to dig out gossip and gossip, maybe I can see you on People of New York in the future. At that time, I will I can brag to my colleagues that I know such a big man." The waiter didn't mean to hand over the cardboard box.

"Do you think I'm joking? I'm serious this time!" Fingel looked left and right, leaned into the window, and whispered to the waiter: "I'm telling you quietly, I'm going to perform a secret mission, this time After the task is over, I will become a great success, and this is your only chance to hold my thigh."

"You borrowed 500 dollars from me in the first year, and you used the same statement." The waiter was unmoved, "At that time, you were still A-level, but now, you have been downgraded to F-level, and you will stay for another year Maybe the college will set up a G class just for you, before that, I think you should ask the college to drop out yourself, otherwise it will be too embarrassing."

"Shame?" Fingel snorted disdainfully, "Who in the history of Kassel school can get a brand new grade? I'm making history!"

"Okay, great writer of history, Mr. Fingal." The waiter didn't care how awesome Fingal was, "Do you have $50 to buy a beef rib sandwich? If not, Then I, the employee in charge of selling food, will be off work, and I hope I can hear the news that you will go to perform the task tomorrow, and I will send you my best wishes when you are prosperous."

The waiter took off his white gloves and reached out to pull the iron curtain.

"Hey, wait!" Finger greeted the waiter, "Although I have no money, Lu Mingfei has it. When he comes back, I will ask him to make it up for you, double it! Don't forget that he is S Class, or my roommate, S class can have a scholarship of $36000 a year!"

"I really don't understand why Lu Mingfei was assigned to you when allocating the dormitory. Norma would sometimes be stupid." The waiter gave him a blank look, and slowly lowered the cold iron curtain.

There is a famous golden sentence circulating in the Ministry of Information: [Never lend money to a strong German man who talks eloquently, even if he hugs your leg and cries loudly]

Almost every member of the news department has been borrowed by their minister Fingal.

Before getting the money, Fingel was always pitiful, saying that all his money had been donated to the Animal Protection Society, and that his girlfriend was sick and urgently needed a surgery fee.

There are always newcomers being fooled, but the moment he gets the money, he turns from a younger brother to a grandpa. In the next four years, counting on him to pay back the money will become an unattainable expectation.

So the waiter only recognizes money, not people, and he will never let Fingel pay on credit, forever, no matter how hype Fingel says.

"A beef rib sandwich, swipe your card."

A second before the iron curtain closed, a black card took a picture.

It was a snow-white and slender arm. The skin as pure as ice crystals was shining with crystal light. The waiter could only see half of the head and nearly white blond hair. He recognized the person from this recognizable feature. Identity: The new "A class" who enrolled last year, Zero, whose full name is Zero Razumovskaya Romanova, is a true Russian nobleman who never takes credit.

"Thank you for your patronage." The waiter showed a business-like smile, handed the black cardboard box with gold background to Zero, and at the same time put the black card on the credit card machine, and swiped it lightly.

"You must have come to treat me to dinner, I love you so much, Junior Sister!" Fingel opened his arms and leaned towards Ling.

But Fingel jumped into the air, and Ling turned around lightly, avoiding his bear hug.

Ling carried the cardboard box, took the black card from the waiter, and walked straight to a seat at the empty table.

She took out a bottle of cleaning water from her shoulder bag, sprayed it on the leather seat, wiped it with a paper towel, put a white towel on the table, put down the cardboard box, and lightly jumped onto the seat to sit.

The feet in the straight buckskin boots left the ground, and the two slender legs shook slightly.

Fingel leaned forward shamelessly.

Even if he finished eating a steak rib sandwich, he would still be [-]% full, not to mention a petite junior like Zero, at most half, no, one third would be enough to make her belly bigger.

He wanted to sit and eat next to Zero, but Zero took out a textbook of "Dragon Family Genealogy" from his shoulder bag and blocked him.

It's no wonder that Fingel was disgusted. He did look a bit rough, with a white shirt, flip flops, beard, hair that hadn't been washed for a few days, messy like a chicken coop, a big greasy man.

So he took out a dinner plate himself, fetched a fork and a knife, and stared at the cardboard box in front of Zero.

"I only eat half, it's not too much," Fingel said.

Zero didn't respond immediately, but opened the carton, took out a piece of sandwich bread, and pushed the remaining smoked beef ribs and bread in front of Fingel: "The rest is yours."

After she finished speaking, she lowered her head and chewed the bread in small bites.

"In the future, if you are a junior sister, if you fancy a man, tell your senior brother." Fingel grabbed the bread and the smoked beef ribs sandwiched in it, and stuffed it into his mouth, "Five sticks will stick him back."

Zero didn't answer, just ate the bread silently, wiped his mouth with a napkin after eating, and looked at Fingel who was devouring it.

After waiting for Finger to finish eating, she asked, "When are you leaving?"

"Tomorrow night, the Moniah originally had a plan to return. It arrived in the Gulf of Alaska three days ago, and it is expected to complete the final overhaul and material replenishment at the shipyard tomorrow." Fingel lowered his voice, "The school manager I will attach great importance to the changes in the Greenland Ice Sea this time, but nothing can be found at present. The only abnormality is an icebreaker named 'YAMAL', which is the largest military monster in the world except for those undisclosed military monsters. The icebreaker belongs to Russia, and the academy found that this ship has been cruising in the Greenland Sea for decades, as if looking for something."

"So our current goal is to find the YAMAL, find a way to get involved, figure out what the YAMAL is doing, and take forceful measures if necessary."

"Is your identity all right?"

"The captain of the Moniaher is Mance, who, like me, survived the Graling Sea."

Zero nodded, "I will go with you tomorrow, I have received a mission from the academy."

"Because you are the princess of Russia?"

"They wanted me to be present in negotiations with Russian officials."

"Why, they want to ask for the help of the army?"

"I don't know." Ling shook his head, "I have another thing to inform you, Lu Ming is going to get married."

"What did you say?" Fingel just gnawed on the beef stick bone.

"Lu Mingfei is going to get married at the end of this month." Zero repeated it expressionlessly.

"Are you kidding, how long has he been in Japan, a month at most, and you tell me he is getting married? It sounds like money is falling from the sky. Standing in the square, the money will fill my pocket." Fern Ger sucked the sauce off his finger.

Zero didn't say much, but took out a bright red festive invitation card from his shoulder bag and handed it to Fingel.

This is a three-layer folded invitation card. Finger wiped his hands on his trousers and unfolded it. A silhouette stood up. It was a pair of men and women. The man was wearing a suit and the woman was wearing a wedding dress. Finger At a glance, I recognized the male villain as the Q version of the big head Lu Mingfei.

"Respectfully invite you: Mr. Finger von Frings to come and hold a wedding ceremony for the groom: Lu Mingfei and the bride: Uesugi Erika
Date: At the end of this month, Sunday, April 4th, April 30th, [-] in the lunar calendar.

Time: Waiting for seats at 12:10 noon

Seat setting: Aspasia Restaurant in Tina Wenna Mansion
With full of joy, we sincerely invite you to share this joy! I believe that your blessing and presence will make our wedding more perfect and sincere. "

The third layer is the handwriting, which Fingel can vaguely recognize. Except for the bride's name, everything else is Lu Mingfei's handwriting.

"He's really going to get married?" Fingel opened his mouth, and the ox bone in his hand fell on the table, making a "clang" sound.

Zero took out another invitation card, which was exactly the same as Finger's, the only difference was that "Finger von Frings" became "Zero Razumovskaya Romanova" In addition, there are a few invitations in her shoulder bag, probably for Nuonuo, Susie, Professor Guderian and others.

Fingel froze for a long time before accepting this fact, and collapsed on the seat.

real or fake?

He brushed his hair back, touched the wound on his forehead, and even thought he was dreaming, but this dream was a bit too real, because the taste of the beef rib sandwich sauce was still lingering on the tip of his tongue.

"Give this to Professor Guderian. I will find someone else to send out the invitation tomorrow." Zero took out another one.

It was rare for Fingel to become the one who didn't talk much. He accepted the invitation in a daze according to Ling's instructions, but he was still scratching his head with one hand.

"No, who is this Erika Uesugi, why did Lu Mingfei suddenly want to marry her after leaving for a month?" Fingel said hesitantly: "This kid didn't even call me, what is he doing? Is it a task arranged by the college? I said, I can still accept him bringing a girlfriend back. Marrying suddenly, this... this."

He couldn't figure it out, he organized a blind date for Lu Mingfei when he was in school, and this kid didn't like any of them, why he suddenly regained his glory at this time.

Is it awakened under the influence of Japanese culture?Knowing that life is short, enjoy yourself in time.

He looked at Zero, trying to get an answer from Zero.

But Zero just stared at him silently.

"Well, I guess you are also confused now." Fingel sighed.

"It's nothing, I'm leaving first." Zero stood up, packed the towel, squeezed the wombat Zorro in the bag, and looked a little lonely from the side.

"Go to the rooftop of the Norton Hall for a glass of wine? Before leaving, Lu Mingfei gave me the key to the Norton Hall. There are many good wines in the wine cabinet." Fingel stopped her.

Zero looked back: "Let's go."

On the side of the deserted road, a petite blond girl walked beside a strong man over two meters tall.

"Are you a clean freak?"

"I don't like people touching me."

"Not everyone, right?"

Zero remained silent.

"Actually, I also like a girl, the kind of love I want to get married." Fingel walked a short tango step under the street lamp, his outstretched arm seemed to be holding a girl, "I used to hold her hand like this , dancing on this road, she hums and always looks me in the eye."

"How much do you love her?"

"Love her so much?" Fingel laughed self-deprecatingly, "I have no love, only hate."

"If you could see her again, what would you be willing to give for it?"

"Everything."

"What is love?" Zero asked.

"Love cannot be described in words, because everyone's love is different."

"I don't understand."

"Don't think about it if you don't understand it. When you love it, you will understand it naturally."

"Yeah." Zero nodded.

"Do you know how to laugh? I don't think I've ever seen you laugh."

"Laughing" Zero bowed his head and thought for a while, an extremely awkward smile appeared on his face.

"Forget it, you'd better stop laughing!" Fingel felt chills all over his body, and quickly told her to stop.

I really don't understand why such a pretty girl looks like she's going to kill someone when she smiles.

"Is my smile ugly?" Zero patted his face, returning to his expressionless face.

"How to put it, it's like sautéing apples or bananas with garlic."

(End of this chapter)