Dragon Clan: No one wants me, Lu Mingfei.

Chapter 112 What, Mr. Lu wants to sell his body instead of his art?
"Shouldn't you go and gather people to set up the project team first? What are you doing here?" Xia Di pressed the head of the motorcycle with one hand and looked down at Fingel condescendingly.

I had said before that we would start construction today, so why is this guy planning to do a hard job but not succeeding?

"Brother, I went to college in the United States." There was a complicated meaning in Fingel's eyes, "All the classmates I know are still sleeping right now."

"At your age, how can you sleep?" Xia Di pressed his hands on the handlebars when he heard this, and his words were full of hatred: "How can you sleep? Are you a bit promising?"

It is said that the nights in the United States are colorful, but it was only two or three in the middle of the night. Why did I fall asleep when the nightlife just started?

Are you worried that the night is too dark, and suddenly there is a black and hard gun barrel pressed against your waist while walking, with two more eyes and a set of big white teeth next to you saying "Hand over the money"?
Or are you afraid that someone will stay up late at night and set off fireworks "bang bang bang" and be accidentally injured by a stray bullet?

"I think you are a little prejudiced against foreigners." Fingel glanced at the handlebar, worried that the humanoid dragon in front of him would dismantle it accidentally:
"Not everyone likes to stay up late playing games and going to nightclubs. We are college students in a serious college."

Take Fingel himself for example. Before he came to Kassel College, his living habits were almost the same as Chu Zihang's. He always followed the schedule and arranged his time to the fullest. Even the old man Angers was there. When they first met him, they all praised him as an extremely sharp sword and lamented that the execution department would have an efficient ace commissioner in the future.

It's a pity that the lack of discipline in college life is too carefree, and Fingel can no longer return to the state he was in before.

There was nothing he could do about it. Xia Di couldn't continue to rush Fingel to work. After all, what he signed was not a deed of betrayal, and there was a trail watching behind him.

It happened that Chu Zihang also came over at this time, and Lu Mingfei got out of the car, exchanged greetings with him, and introduced his foreign language teacher to him.

"Hi, cool boy~ Just call me Fingel." Fingel parked the car aside, avoided Xia Papi and stepped forward to extend his hand. He felt that this kid had almost caught up with the cool demeanor of his youth. .

"Hello, Chu Zihang." Chu Zihang stretched out his hand to hold his hand. He could clearly feel that the skin on the other person's fingertips and tiger's mouth was a little rough, like marks left by some special training.

Is this also Master Xia's colleague?

The iceberg boy took a look at what the other party was wearing. He was wearing a blue T-shirt with a Snoopy pattern and black casual pants. Snoopy was holding a small flower and riding a skateboard. His head was deformed by his huge chest muscles, and it didn't feel like a good fit. look like.

Well, in terms of dressing style, he is somewhat similar to Master Xia.

On the other side, Lu Mingfei introduced his senior brother to the foreign teacher and came to Xia Di. Seeing him staring at the crowds coming and going in the square, he asked, "Uncle, what are we going to do now?"

It's only the afternoon now, and everyone has just finished eating. Even if you want to set up a stall, you shouldn't set up a stall in this store.

Could it be that Uncle Xia is planning to set up a booth for making rings or playing balloons to win prizes, but someone is already doing it on the other side of the business square, can he compete with others?
And he shouldn't bring out some weird things, right?
Xia Di didn't say anything. After scanning the square, her eyes fell on an open space near the flag-raising platform. Because there were tall buildings blocking the sun, there were many people gathered nearby who were tired from playing and taking a rest.

"Mingfei, do you know what to do after you overcome your fear?"

"Ah? Uh...overcome laziness?" Xiaolu was a little unsure. Didn't Lao Xia Tou say before he came that he wanted to cultivate his ability to appreciate and create beauty? It seems that this situation has changed again.

"Wrong!" Xia Di turned around and stared at the ignorant young man beside her, her eyes seemed to be full of desire for welding: "It's about showing yourself!"

After saying that, he left Lu Mingfei and slowly figured out the logic between the two. He turned to Fengel and said, "Shufen, since you don't want to leave, come over and help move things."

"Ah?" Fingel pointed at himself and asked Chu Zihang next to him: "Did he call me just now?"

Iceberg Boy:......

"maybe."

Opening the trunk of the jeep, Xia Di took out two large speakers, two microphones, a guitar, a bass, an electronic keyboard and two maracas.Fingel watched him take out so many things from the narrow trunk, and knew that this man must be using his unorthodox alchemy skills. He quickly stepped forward to block other people's sight with his body, so as to prevent others from noticing that something was wrong.

But it was obvious that he was overly worried. The people around him didn't seem to notice that there were several living people standing here, and they were chatting to themselves. Even when they passed by, their eyes did not shift.

A word spirit that eliminates one's own sense of existence, or a word spirit that deceives other people's senses?
Fingel was thinking about which of the periodic tables of words and spirits fit the current situation, but in the next second, two large, heavy speakers were stuffed into his hands.

"Why are you standing there, move the things over." Xia Di held the guitar, bass and microphone stand in his hand, pouted at the open space in the middle of the room, and motioned for Fingel to move the things over.

When Lu Mingfei came back to his senses and saw Xia Di bringing out so many musical instruments, he secretly thought that something was wrong. He only said that he sang well in the morning, but in the afternoon, he was arranged to make himself public in public. The rhythm of execution!

Quickly grabbing Lao Xia Tou's clothes, the young man said anxiously: "Uncle, what are you doing? Didn't you say you were helping me make money?"

"As you said, doesn't singing also make money?" Xia Di raised the corners of her mouth and glanced at Lu Mingfei meaningfully.He teased:

"Why, is it possible that Mr. Lu still wants to sell his body instead of his art?

Tell me, did you secretly study the rich woman's book I gave you last night? "

"You fart!" How could Lu Mingfei, so strong-willed, tolerate such slander? He immediately swore: "I, Mr. Lu, have always relied on my ability to make a living, how can I not be as evil as you!"

"Hey, bounce!"

Xia Di cooperated childishly and walked towards the open space with her things.

Lu Mingfei was angry and anxious. He saw Uncle Xia and Fingel placing musical instruments in the open space not far away, attracting many curious looks from around. He felt a panic for no reason, as if he was back to the scene he faced this morning. The speeding jeep seemed to be back to the scene last night when it was surrounded by Deadpool.

"Senior brother, how about we..." Just as he was about to make Chu Zihang run away, he found that he had already followed him carrying the electronic keyboard.

In desperation, Lu Mingfei could only surrender, picked up the microphone and maracas and came to the "encirclement".

The gazes of passers-by around him brought a sense of oppression like a tide. Lu Mingfei felt as if there were thousands of sharp sword lights falling on him. It was even difficult to breathe at this moment.

Handing the microphone to Uncle Xia, he held the maracas and hid behind him, trying to relieve the strong feeling of suffocation that made his heart beat like a drum.

There were two microphones at the scene. Judging from Old Xia Tou's urine quality, one of them must have been reserved for himself. But with his current state of trembling when he spoke, how could he dare to sing in front of everyone? !
In short, his current mood is regret, very regret.

If I had known earlier, I would have promised Uncle Xia to sing to him in the future. Anyway, it is not up to me to decide when to sing. Now that I have been deceived into being in such a public place, I can’t open my mouth at all!

Just when he felt regretful for his mistake, a big hand pressed on his shoulder, followed by Uncle Xia's sonorous and powerful voice:

"Mingfei, don't lower your head, the crown will fall off."

"Ah?" Lu Mingfei subconsciously touched his head, thinking that he put something on his head when he wasn't paying attention, but he didn't touch anything.

"Do you think I'm bullying people?" Xia Di looked at Lu Mingfei with a smile. The little guy had a sad face, as if he had been greatly wronged.

(End of this chapter)