Wu Sheng Lu Mingfei of the Dragon Clan

Chapter 97 I Want to Waste Time With You

He lowered his eyes, suppressing as much as possible the urge to look at that person, no, that one.

Raise your hand and put it in front of your eyes.

No need to look, Han Ye can imagine the tragedy under the glove.

He seems to have returned to those icy and snowy days.

Dead white lights.

Cold needles.

An operating table like a coffin.

And his and their young, pale bodies.

Han Ye clenched his fist tightly.

He wept and sighed inwardly.

teacher.

"Hey!"

Lu Mingfei patted Han Ye on the shoulder to wake him up.

"Fell asleep?"

Lu Mingfei's bright eyes stared at him.

It was clean and clear, reminding Han Ye of those days in dilapidated wooden houses with a small kerosene lamp hanging in Siberia.

Did you see that, teacher.

Han Ye said in his heart.

I made friends.

He rubbed his eyes and looked around as if he had just woken up.

"what happened?"

Han Ye said lazily.

"What's the matter?"

Lu Mingfei waved at him.

"It's your turn!"

Old Tang smiled and handed out the handle.

"Feifei is really amazing."

"Old Tang, you're not bad either."

Han Ye, who was immersed in his own world, did not see the process of the battle between the two. They mainly played StarCraft before, and King of Fighters only occasionally got started. They passed by the arcade to play a few games, so it is hard to say how proficient.

But it was on this basis that the first fight between the two of the King of Fighters was so intense.

They all played the final role, dazzled by all kinds of brilliant and precise moves, and at the critical moment when the countdown was about to run out, Lu Mingfei won the victory with a bloody advantage.

"It was a hearty battle!"

"Yeah yeah."

Old Tang thought about it, it was so strange, he was a hunter wandering between life and death, logically it was enough to stimulate and challenge the heartbeat, but no matter how dangerous the mission was, how many masters were buried and never returned, Old Tang always felt boring, Can't get motivated.

But playing games is different from Lu Mingfei.

Whether it's StarCraft or King of Fighters, as long as his opponent is Lu Mingfei, Old Tang can display [-]% of his strength, and he even has the urge to see his blood boil.

Old Tang rubbed the back of his head and smirked.

I'm really a sophomore.

he thinks.

How could the blood boil, that person must have died early.

He shook his head, and began to focus on the match between Lu Mingfei and Han Ye.

Old Tang cheered for Lu Mingfei's wonderful combo.

Also awkwardly consoles Han Ye when his character dies.

Finally, Han Ye used two and a half bloods to kill Lu Mingfei's Yashen Temple. Old Tang laughed at him with a playful smile, and said triumphantly, "You have today!"

Lu Mingfei gritted his teeth and swore, let Old Tang wait, and give him a good look right away!
The two spoke lines similar to those in martial arts movies.

Soon Han Ye was defeated.

You can clearly see the disparity in strength between him and the two.

Not to mention comparing with Lu Mingfei, even Old Tang is far behind.

"Don't worry bro!"

Old Tang solemnly took the handle from Han Ye, just like the knights of the round table kneeling on one knee before King Arthur to swear allegiance.

"I will inherit your legacy, hold high the battle flag, and move forward forever, until I lose my life."

Han Ye: ...

Should I say something?
he thinks.

How embarrassing!
Han Ye gasped like a toothache.

Should it be said to be noble, it is really different, how strong is the psychological quality needed to say such shameful words without hindrance!
"That's right, my old enemy!"

Lu Mingfei crossed his arms and spoke with the arrogance of a king.

Come quickly and install a street lamp, yes, right here, under this man's feet!
Han Ye hesitated to speak.

Lu Mingfei pointed at Old Tang.

"Want to challenge me!"

"If you can do it."

He waved his hand again with the momentum of drawing (printing) cards in Muto's game in the first generation of Yu-Gi-Oh.

"My turn!"

Lu Mingfei coughed a few times.

"It's a string of words, sorry!"

Han Ye: ...

Old Tang frowned.

"No, Feifei, your strength has dropped!"

"Sorry sorry!"

Lu Mingfei lowered his head and smiled.

"Han Ye, look at this, look at that.

Why do you suddenly feel a little redundant?

"Come, come, brother Han, sit over there!"

Old Tang pointed to Lu Mingfei's side.

He moved his fingers and smiled confidently.

"Convenient handle."

"This round, I won!"

Han Ye watched and watched the TV.

That's right, it's just a game, just King of Fighters, not some outrageous thing that determines the end of the world and the survival of human beings.

As for it?
"hey-hey."

Before the game started, Old Tang even winked at Han Ye, making such an expression with his facial features, which can be regarded as the fullest display of his talent.

"Brother Han, watch me avenge you."

revenge.

Han Ye was in a trance for a moment.

Then he smiled softly.

Old Tang was taken aback for a moment, this was the first time he saw Han Ye laughing, and I have to say, it was really pretty.

"Then please."

"Good talk, good talk."

Old Tang held the handle in anticipation.

"Wrap it on me."

Time is a very magical thing.

It is long with pain.

It is also short-lived because of happiness.

In the last class in the morning, you thought of the fried chicken legs in the cafeteria, and you couldn't forget it over and over again, so four or 10 minutes seemed like a century.

But the same 10 minutes is replaced by art, the object of group sketching is still the girl you have a crush on, she occasionally looks at you with slanted bangs and clear eyes, and then sketches on paper, but you don’t draw, just wasting a lot of time Look at her, look at her brown sweater, and her fair face lined by the collar of a red plaid shirt under the sweater.

But the time is so fast, the bell rang before you had seen enough, you are full of regrets, really not enough, you still want to watch, just quietly watching her in the brown sweater with her head down reading, sharpening the pencil, blowing away the desk The shavings of the pencil are filled with the warm smell of her sunshine.

So are they.

No matter Old Tang or Han Ye.

Years later I will remember that sunny afternoon.

They played games round after round in Lu Mingfei's house in Old Well Lane.

The three boys yelled, cheered for a beautiful move, and beat their chests for an inadvertent mistake.

Then he laughed into a ball again, you are going to pinch his face, and he is going to rub your hair.

Bag after bag of chips.

Coke is also bottle after bottle.

The trash can is already full.

But what does it matter?

Just throw it on the ground.

The rules of the adults are to wait until the door is out before thinking about it.

In this room they're all just kids who haven't grown up.

There is a saying that is good.

Men are young until they die.

Youth is a tower of bottles of Coke and bags of potato chips piled up to reach the sky. There are bicycles, basketballs, girls' white skirts in summer afternoons on the towers, and the faint smell of shampoo in the air, which makes people unforgettable no matter what.

Although there are no girls in this room.

But there is Han Ye.

The cicadas that had been singing all afternoon gradually stopped.

The sun slanted westward.

Orange light enveloped the three people scattered on the floor.

"I... my wine!"

Han Ye opened the Coke in a daze, and poured it into his mouth with a smirk.

"This... this wine is really delicious."

Lu Mingfei shook his head.

"Another crazy one."

(End of this chapter)