Wu Sheng Lu Mingfei of the Dragon Clan

Chapter 26
After thinking and thinking, there was still no result, so Lu Mingfei simply gave up thinking.

He was such a person, his academic performance was mediocre since he was a child, and he didn't have much patience in doing things. If he was not the master who stared at him every day, he would not be able to persevere in his best martial arts practice.

Anyway, he's a very ordinary boy.

If you really want to say, the thing you are best at is probably giving up.

Thinking of this, Lu Mingfei felt a little guilty.

To be honest, how happy it is to give up, no need to work hard, play games, eat and wait to die.

It's just that there are some things that I still can't let go of.

For example, practicing martial arts.

He had had enough of being powerless.

It was really ugly that way.

So, practice martial arts.

It was still a bit cold outside the door, the two of them rubbed their hands together, and the hot breath they exhaled while talking turned into a white mist, Lu Mingfei opened his mouth and hawed twice, watching the white mist spread and gradually thin out, it was really interesting.

"What is the international student's plan today?"

"Well, do you know where the nearest martial arts school is?"

"Martial arts?"

The webmaster girl yawned and looked over curiously.

"Why, you want to learn martial arts."

Thinking of this, the girl suddenly realized that Lu Mingfei was really quite heroic. Different from the popular feminine aesthetics nowadays, the first impression Lu Mingfei gave people was that he was sunny, confident, with a well-proportioned body and no exaggerated muscles. , but gives a sense of practicality.

He is a reliable man.

she thought to herself.

"Of course you have to practice martial arts."

Lu Mingfei was still playing the game of breath, and the girls were dumbfounded, thinking how could she be blind and think that this guy is worth relying on, this mental age can't be higher than kindergarten.

"However, finding a martial arts gym is something else."

"Oh, what?"

"Kick the pavilion."

Lu Mingfei smiled heartily.

"Let me weigh and weigh, the warriors of this city."

The girl's eyes widened, and she slapped him on the shoulder when she was done. "You are shooting martial arts, and you still weigh and weigh. Such a great skill. The little girl's overnight fee is 25. Instant noodles and ham are ten yuan for you. Chenghui 35 Dayang, please settle it, thank you!"

Lu Mingfei rubbed his hands together and grinned.

"Didn't you say it's a good treat? You can't count your words, and I'm not bad at my debts. Now my money is a little tight. I'll treat you to a big meal later."

"Heh, money is tight. Sister, I'm in an Internet cafe. I've heard this. You men, it's just..."

As she spoke, the girl was taken aback for a moment, turned over her bag, and screamed.

"Did you forget something?"

"Well, a letter, probably in the drawer."

"Also talk about me, aren't you also forgetful."

"The sequelae of staying up all night, my sister and I have stayed up all night, it's inevitable."

She said anxiously.

"Aren't you practicing martial arts? Run fast. It will be troublesome if the shift changer takes it away. Go there quickly. You'll know the white envelope when you see it."

"oh oh."

Lu Mingfei turned around and ran back.

The girl stood there for a while, quietly watching the boy's back go away, lowered her head, wrapped her coat, and left in a hurry.

"White envelope, white envelope."

Sure enough, as the girl said, he knew the envelope when he saw it.

There was no address or postmark on it, it was just written in thin hand.

"Lu Ming is not personally inspired"

This is, a letter to me?
Lu Mingfei scratched his head and found that the letter was not sealed, so he looked inside.

Suddenly his eyes widened.

He bounced his head like a frightened rabbit, looked left and right, checked vigilantly, and confirmed that there was only a network administrator nearby who was watching Conan with a computer, and there was no other suspicious person before carefully pulling out the letter.

Open, the handwriting is thin and capable, and the strokes are sharp and steep.

"Listen to my sister's words, it is a good thing to be able to study. My sister saw it a long time ago. You will definitely be great in the future."

"So, it doesn't matter what difficulties you have, what are university students afraid of, you are still a good man if you get through it."

"Someone gave me a passage before. It's interesting. I'll pass it on to you."

"Have the simplest life and the most distant dream, even if tomorrow is cold and the road is far away."

The signature is a simple smiley face.

Lu Mingfei also laughed.

"It's so literary, isn't it Haizi's poem, and it's wrong."

Lu Mingfei just imagined a girl with a cigarette in one hand and a pen in another hand, her brows and eyes shrouded in a warm mist, writing thin and sharp notes on the paper, as if she was cursing others with her hips on her hips.

I am not afraid to light the letter.

Lu Mingfei carefully folded the letter paper, and then looked inside the envelope. It was a stack of bright red hundred-yuan bills. Lu Mingfei nodded, two thousand.

This is, are you afraid that I will run away from home and starve to death outside?
Lu Mingfei thought.

But sister, we just met, I don't even know your name, just lend me 2000 yuan, just trust others like that, don't be afraid that I will abscond with the money.

Lu Mingfei squeezed it, it turned out that the 2000 yuan in cash was so thick, it was strange.

"Hey, I'm free."

The network administrator who was watching Conan answered the phone.

"Amusement park, who treats you?"

"I paid my salary yesterday, what's wrong?"

"What can you do with only two thousand and five, and it's almost the same as soon as you pay off the credit card. Sisters are in a hurry. Don't you have tight money recently, and my sister will treat you to a big meal in the future."

Lu Mingfei was stunned.

Puchi laughed.

covered his face.

Then he bent over laughing.

The network administrator cast a strange look, lowered his voice, and continued talking on the phone.

Lu Mingfei remembered what the other party said when he parted with the girl.

Really, there are not one hundred, but eighty.

Two thousand and five is indeed not much.

Lu Mingfei thought.

He walked out slowly.

Since the girl went around and gave the money to herself, she must have gone far away now, probably because she was afraid that I would not accept it.

Lu Mingfei thought of the cigarette scar on the girl's arm.

And that nice purple wristband.

In May, what kind of wristband should I wear on such a hot day?

When I left the Internet cafe, it happened to be sunrise.

It was a fiery red light, spreading across the earth at a speed that even a white horse could not catch up with.

Lu Mingfei squinted his eyes and let out a long breath.

"Let me think."

He smiles brightly.

"From whom?"

For the martial arts school in this city, today was an unusual day.

There is no competition, so there is no need to waste sleep and eat for extra training.

At 08:30, I clocked in to go to work on time, just like countless mornings in the past.

Chen Pingan finished eating the soy milk steamed buns and threw them into the trash can beside the greenery ten meters away. The old man walked slowly into the martial arts hall as if spreading.

It is said to be a martial arts hall, but the times are different after all. Fighting and killing have long been a thing of the past. They are serious business and legal citizens. Even the wall of the martial arts hall has a big "benevolence" character.

According to the meaning of the museum owner, I originally wanted to hang "Ninja Turtles". How good is this word, and you can live for a long time just by looking at it. Isn't there a cartoon that has been filmed? How to live a thousand years is not a problem.

Look, this is the mystery of the word forbearance.

At that time, the owner of the gymnasium talked to the three coaches, including Chen Pingan, for three hours, euphemistically calling it team building, saying that you know the latest Internet, and they all do it like this.

But Chen Pingan always felt that the host was not a team building, it was a talk show, or the kind that could make people fall asleep. At least two of their three coaches slept, and the host deducted [-] wages from each person angrily. Fortunately, Chen Ping'an practiced martial arts with his master when he was a child and developed the ability to sleep with his eyes open, otherwise his salary would have to be deducted.

Thinking of this, he still has lingering fears.

(End of this chapter)