Wu Sheng Lu Mingfei of the Dragon Clan

Chapter 43 Signature
Changmao just pulled the corner of his mouth and smiled.

He put his hands on the ground, struggling to stand up.

But a bottle of ice water obviously couldn't completely pull him out of drunkenness, he was only slightly sober, and his feet were still staggering like stepping on a sea boat, so Lu Mingfei gave him a hand and supported him.

Changmao looked at Lu Mingfei unexpectedly, and asked again.

"Don't you think I'm dirty?"

"You know that too, brother."

Lu Mingfei had a bitter face.

"How much do you have to drink, the taste is really strong."

"forget."

The alcoholic smiled palely. This smile should not have appeared on the face of a young man in his twenties. He was too cold and powerless, like an old man lying on the bed with no strength to turn over. To be able to wait helplessly for time to take his life day and night, no amount of effort will be in vain.

"Forget it, I can walk by myself, and I will get dirty later."

He said softly, polite and distant.

"What's the matter? I've done it to the dead, and I'm afraid of you, a drunkard."

Changmao just laughed and laughed, lowered his head silently, and his messy bangs covered his eyebrows and eyes.

It was only after getting close to Lu Mingfei that he realized that this man was actually not bad looking, with delicate features, and if he cleaned up well, many girls would probably like him.

It's just that she looks so down and out now, let alone like it, I'm afraid that girls will have to make a detour if they see her.

After finding a vacant seat and settled Changmao, Lu Mingfei enthusiastically helped to turn it on, and Changmao said thank you seriously.

"Why are you being polite to me!"

Lu Mingfei laughed hahaha.

Then he said embarrassedly.

"Well, I was really sorry just now."

"Just now?"

Chang Mao has already forgotten that Lu Mingfei almost crushed his collarbone.

At that time he was very drunk, probably he only remembered Xiaoya.

Lu Mingfei answered a few more words, then returned to the counter.

"Go, give this to him for me."

The network management girl was smoking a cigarette and threw a dry towel over.

"Okay, is there a tip?"

"Return the tip, come on, do you want second-hand smoke, big foreign student."

Seeing Changmao again, he boarded QQ and was curled up in a chair staring at the chat interface in a daze.

Those eyes were full of blankness, probably recalling.

He seemed to have woken up from his drunkenness.

But still can't break free from the memory.

"Here, towel, wipe it off."

"Thank you."

He smiled palely again.

This was the second or third time he had said thank you.

Lu Mingfei was a little surprised. He used to go to Internet cafes a lot. Everyone here was either "fucking shit" or "Niema". Regardless of whether the game was won or lost, these two words could perfectly express their emotions.

But Changmao is different. When he says thank you, he is polite and distant, like a down-and-out poet.

Lu Mingfei remembered his face when he was staring at the chat interface, and it suddenly overlapped with his former self. At that time, Lu Mingfei was still secretly in love with Chen Wenwen. What a vigorous crush, it has become known to the whole school.

At that time, he would quietly get up at night to turn on the computer, or go to the Internet cafe to hang up QQ, while controlling the puppy in Interstellar to kill all directions, and at the same time cut out frequently to see if the head portrait of the girl in the baseball cap jumped.

As long as this avatar jumps, he will be as happy as the Chinese New Year, even if Chen Wenwen just said, "Please help me to collect this week's reading impressions from the Literature Club", he is also happy, the kind who can't wait to take a small notebook to write down every word and every word of this girl. This level of happiness is recited in full text every sentence and every word in English.

So, this long hair, does he also have a girl he likes?

Lu Mingfei thought to himself.

He suddenly became curious, and quickly glanced at Changmao's chat interface.

This glance is enough.

He saw Shaggy's signature clearly.

Lu Mingfei froze and frowned.

He scratched his head, muttering to himself in a low voice.

"Strange, it shouldn't be."

Back at the counter, Lu Mingfei asked the network management girl before he could figure it out.

"Do you know who the girl Brother Changmao likes?"

"died."

The network administrator girl was smoking, her fingers were jumping on the keyboard, and she completed her homework accurately and quickly like a sniper. The virtual characters on the screen danced brilliantly, the best in the audience, and the applause and cheers were deafening.

She took off her earphones.

"That person is not like this, he is also stupid."

Said she also emphasized.

"Silly at home."

"I was able to go abroad, but I am reduced to this point because of a dead person, I am not stupid or anything."

The smoke blurred the girl's eyebrows and eyes, and framed her cold expression into the out-of-focus photo.

"That's it, dead."

Lu Mingfei said.

"Okay, it's time to talk about you."

The girl stared at Lu Mingfei.

"Don't try to fool me!"

"What... what's the matter."

Lu Mingfei felt guilty for no reason, but God, cheer up, why are you guilty of Yan Luo!
Strange to say, when it comes to fighting, no matter kicking the gymnasium or killing people, Lu Mingfei really has the courage and style of Yan Luo.

But when it comes to daily life, he is no different from a teenager.

This is exactly what the little emperor envies Lu Mingfei the most. It is true that Waigang can extend his lifespan to one hundred and twenty, and the heyday lasts until the last year of Shouyuan. Years will be visible to the naked eye day by day, until death.

Even a few strong people can be youthful until the last day of their life, and then on this day, the black silk turns into white snow, wrinkles pile up, and in a blink of an eye they become skinny, this is the so-called sitting.

Of course, Waigang has been fighting all the year round, fighting with people, and there are countless undercover injuries. Few people can successfully live to the end of their lifespan.

Lu Mingfei's master is an example.

However, although Wai Gang is young and prosperous, their hearts will grow old, and who is like Lu Mingfei, who has gone through ups and downs for more than [-] years, but in the end is still the original boy.

"What's wrong!"

The webmaster girl had her hips akimbo.

"Where is this place, you should come!"

"Do you know how messy it is!"

"You still have to go abroad. You don't want to study hard anymore, but don't think that everything will be fine if you can go abroad. You are wasting your life if you don't study hard when you go out, you know!"

"Oh oh oh."

Lu Mingfei nodded repeatedly and even smiled.

No way, 2000 yuan is too heavy.

After preaching, the girl softened her voice, and stepped forward to tidy up Lu Mingfei's collar carefully, like a sister.

"I can understand if there is any difficulty and I don't want to go home for the time being."

"It's not easy for everyone, and everyone can understand when they have difficulties."

"What about the little money, let's rent a house, and don't come to Internet cafes all the time, it's not normal, just stay alone, there are no difficulties you can't overcome."

At this moment, she is so gentle, she is almost the same as the female hooligan who sobers up the alcoholic with ice water with a cold face.

"Should I cry?"

Lu Mingfei scratched his head and smiled.

"Wait, I'll borrow some eye drops from someone. I'll be back soon."

The girl smiled helplessly.

"You man."

she says.

"Actually, it is like this."

Lu Mingfei briefly talked about what happened to him today.

I briefly simplified the process of kicking the gymnasium, and said that I went to the Children's Palace to apply for a job. I was spotted by them, signed the contract, and I was already a martial artist with a salary.

"Don't try to lie to me."

The girl literally wrote the words "I don't believe you, just make it up" all over her face.

"I knew you didn't believe me."

Lu Mingfei was already prepared.

He took a stack of papers from his bag.

This bag was taken from the kendo class. It is a simple cloth bag with the logo of the kendo class printed on it. Wherever there is a competition, they carry it on their backs. There are a lot of them in the warehouse. The coaches have one, and Lu Mingfei just put it away. Masks and some sundries.

(End of this chapter)