Dragon Clan starts from digging the corner of Kassel

Chapter 11 The Real World and Fantasy Colors

Although in the past, there were also some austere dreams when waking up due to missing key materials and loading failures, but this time the nature is different!
In a hurry, he is in a hurry.

Quite simply the king of haste.

Now I go back to sleep, can I come back again?You at least let me figure out what I sent before waking up! !
But now Lu Mingfei really doesn't feel sleepy at all, instead he has a unique sense of transparency after a full and good sleep, and he feels completely refreshed.

He remembered reading a saying somewhere that dreaming was actually a manifestation of poor sleep quality, but why did he have two such real and coherent nightmares in a row, but he became more energetic instead?

For the current Lu Mingfei, this can only become an unsolved mystery.

Scratching his messy hair very depressed, Lu Mingfei picked up the old mobile phone placed by the bedside to check the time, and put down the idea of ​​continuing to struggle on the bed to get back to sleep.

If it was delayed until his aunt came to wake him up, scolding would be unavoidable. Anyway, he is awake now, so there is no need to be scolded for nothing in order to go back to dreaming...

So he got out of bed carefully, folded his quilt, walked to the bathroom and began to wash his face and mouth.

After he finished washing and changed into his pajamas, he heard his aunt's loud voice calling Lu Mingze to get up.

Lu Mingfei took a bag of breakfast milk that he bought for his family on the way home yesterday, bit a small slit sideways and put it in his mouth, picked up his schoolbag and ran to the entrance, and put on his shoes.

Then he freed his hands to take down the breakfast milk in his mouth, turned his head and glanced at the direction of the living room, and said dryly in his throat: "I'm going to school first!"

"Why did you get up so early today?"

The aunt who just woke up Lu Mingze walked to the dining table and looked at the uncle who was peeling the freshly boiled eggs.

However, the husband and wife quickly put aside this stinky boy who occasionally became a little more diligent.

My aunt was a little worried that Lu Mingze didn't think he had a good breakfast, so she went to the kitchen and fried two eggs for her fat boy, and baked a piece of ham.

Uncle read the newspaper and glanced at the high imitation Montblanc watch bought in Guangzhou on his wrist from time to time, and the atmosphere in the house became harmonious again.

It wasn't until Lu Mingze yawned, stepped on his slippers, walked to the living room, and yelled a few words, that the room became a little noisy again.

But these have nothing to do with the current Lu Mingfei.

Lu Mingfei, who was walking slowly on the road, had a blank face, his eyes were a little erratic, and he didn't care at all what was going on at home without his aunt.

Now his mind is full of the zombies in his dreams, the double-barreled shotgun, and the appearance of that handsome but cold man.

After returning to this boring reality, even the dream full of madness and pain was immediately beautified by the waking brain to be full of different interests.

Demons, demon hunters, apocalyptic and post-apocalyptic towns...

Stories full of fantastic colors filled the cracks in his heart bit by bit, making him feel a kind of...

An "unprecedented" "feeling".

He didn't realize that after experiencing those two fantastic and absurd dreams, something in him had begun to change.

The other side of the world has not yet appeared in front of his eyes, the boy has already been attracted by some too real dreams.

Is it because in that dream, he experienced the "fantasy color" that this stagnant reality does not have?

Or is it that the continuous life-and-death crisis and survival in the dream, and meeting that strange demon hunter named Xixiao again, the reversal back and forth made him have some kind of expectation...?
Perhaps it is really the brain that beautifies the so-called dream.

Lu Mingfei showed the characteristic erratic eyes of a teenager, as if he was still recalling the plot of a novel or comic in his mind.

From time to time, he still thought of the "meeting ceremony" that he didn't know what it was.

I am so weak, being caught by that man who can't even see his movements clearly, I can be said to be slaughtered... Why does he have to give himself something?It can't be said that that is the seasoning to make yourself more delicious, right?

hateful!

Why do you only speak half of your words!
It felt like a feather was constantly tickling his heart, itching uncomfortably, Lu Mingfei felt hungry again after drinking a bag of breakfast milk on the road.

The strong fragrance of noodles in the southern city in the morning came from the passing street stalls, and Lu Mingfei's greed was aroused. He touched his pocket, and there were indeed a few dollars left. Maybe he could buy some fried dough sticks and Guokui on the way?
Anyway, he got up early today, so he didn't need to be in such a hurry to go to school. It was reasonable to have breakfast on the way before going there.

But unexpectedly, Lu Mingfei saw a familiar figure on a long stool at the entrance of a noodle shop by coincidence.He hesitated for two seconds, then slipped over and reached out to greet the other party:

"Good morning, Brother Shun..."

"I feel better than usual. Did something good happen?"

Bu Shun, who was about to pick up the chopsticks, stopped his hands and looked curiously at Lu Mingfei, whose eyes brightened a little, "... Let's have something together?"

Lu Mingfei also simply came down, sat next to him on the bench, looked at the price list on the wall after hesitating, and then shouted to the boss, "Boss, have a bowl of Yangchun noodles!"

The boss behind the pot glanced at him, grabbed a ball of noodles from the chopping board and threw it into the pot, and shouted, "Do you want anything else?"

Shouting this sentence is just a habit, and guests with money and no money will come to this sentence, so you don't worry.

Even if you only add one tea egg, you can earn an extra egg!
"The boss added a tea egg for him!"

Bu Shun yelled, and then said before Lu Mingfei, who was looking at him, said, "What time does school end this afternoon? Are you coming to the Internet cafe for a meeting?"

Why do these words sound so like the kind of social person who persuades young people not to learn well...

Embarrassed for a moment, Lu Mingfei, who was holding back what he wanted to say, opened his mouth wide, and shouted after a while:

"……Come!"

……

……

It was indeed an accident that Bu Shun met Lu Mingfei here.

He wouldn't guard his only student every day, it's probably just pure luck.

——After all, there is the blessing of Xuefeng's luck.

Aside from the side effects, there is nothing to say about Snow Prince's good luck.

Faos College has a big place and a lot of things, and you can have everything you want to eat, but it is too deserted there.

Breakfast is really something that you have to sit in the store, waiting for the boss to bring up the steaming hot noodles that have just been poured with rich and fragrant broth, and eating together with the sound of other customers sucking noodles will make you more appetizing.

Bu Shun picked up the noodle bowl and took a sip of the soup, then glanced at Lu Mingfei, who had his hands on his knees and looked a little embarrassed:
"It's quite early today. You don't want to have breakfast with your uncle and aunt at home, so you ran out alone?"

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