I, who was supposed to slay dragons, accidentally started cultivating immortals

Chapter 321 Old Tang Wants to Confess to Xia Mi? ! !

In the morning, in the student dormitory of Kassel College, Old Tang was sitting at his desk, discussing with Norton.

"Brother Norton, are you sure it's okay for us to go directly to Xia Mi? Why don't we discuss it with Brother Fei first? What if Brother Fei knows that Xia Mi's sister is a dragon?"

"Him? If he knew and wanted you to know, then he should have told you," Norton said. "Since he didn't tell you, either he didn't know, or he didn't want you to know. Hmm...maybe you don't want me to know."

"And I'm not 100% sure that the hybrid called Xia Mi is a disguise of Yemengard, but I'm only [-] to [-]% sure," Norton said, "If you go to talk to Lu Mingfei now and find out that it's not , how do you want to end it?"

"Uh..." Old Tang scratched his head.

"I asked you to find that mixed race named Xia Mi, just to get close to her and test whether my guess is correct," Norton said, "After I confirm my guess, you can tell Lu Mingfei Not too late."

"But what if we can't beat her?" Old Tang expressed concern.

"Me? Can't beat her?" Norton sneered. "She can't even beat some dukes. Will I be inferior to her?"

"But didn't you say that she still has a strong brother? What if her brother hides beside her?" Old Tang was still worried.

"Impossible, her brother is mentally handicapped," Norton denied, "That mentally handicapped man can't have this brain disguise."

"Don't worry, if that Xia Mi is really a disguise of Ye Mengjiad, then she must have her own purpose in sneaking in, and I can doubt her, and she must also start to doubt you. Since she didn't make a move, it means her She still wants to keep hiding her identity, even if her identity is exposed by us, she will not do anything," Norton understands, "Firstly, she still needs to continue to pretend, and secondly, she also knows that she can't beat me, so you It's absolutely safe to go to her."

To be honest, Old Tang didn't really want to take this risk, after all, with the help of Norton's power, Norton's initiative in his sea of ​​consciousness would be further expanded—but he went to Brother Fei and told him that Xia Mi's identity was not 100% confirmed. It’s not good to suspect that Xia Mi is the Dragon King who sneaked in. This is irresponsible framing. If Xia Mi is not a dragon in the end, he will be a human being inside and out. Can friends continue to do it in the future? Leaving a rift in a relationship is hard to tell.

"It's done! Let Xia Mi come out to test her first!" After thinking about it, Norton's words really made sense, and even if Xia Mi was really the Dragon King, it was unlikely that he would do anything in school, so Old Tang decided to test Xia Mi first.

"I'm going to write her a letter asking her to come out." Old Tang opened the drawer of the desk to find the letter paper.

"Why didn't you call or text?" Norton was puzzled.

"Writing a letter is more ritualistic." Old Tang said seriously.

Norton fell silent.

"In addition, I'm worried that Norma may be secretly monitoring the students' mobile phones," Old Tang said. "Although the school says that Norma will not monitor the privacy of students, who can say for sure? Students themselves don't have artificial intelligence. Norma can’t find it even if she monitors it, it’s better to write a letter to be safe, in the dormitory, she won’t be monitored by Norma’s camera, and after writing, find an envelope, and Norma can’t see through.”

"I can't see that you still have some brains." Norton said.

"I'll take it as your compliment." Old Tang twitched his lips.

"No." Norton immediately denied.

Old Tang:  …

……

"Junior brother, I'm back!"

Fingel pushed open the dormitory door with a big bag.

"Eh? Brother, are you writing a letter?"

Looking at Old Tang who was lying on the desk and writing something on the pure white letter paper, Fingel's eyes lit up and he was excited.

"Huh? Brother, why do you look like a weasel seeing a chick that has left the nest?" Old Tang frowned, feeling ominous.

"How do you say it? This is the look in the eyes of the senior who cares for the junior and wants to help the junior!" Fingel walked towards Old Tang with an eager smile on his face.

Old Tang subconsciously blocked and folded the last letter he had just written—although what he wrote was normal, he just asked Xia Mi to go to the coffee shop tomorrow afternoon, and wanted to ask her for help, but if Finger Er saw it, and estimated that the news of his crush on Xia Mi would spread throughout the academy before dinner today.

Folding the letter as quickly as possible, Old Tang reckoned that Finger would definitely ask him what the gossip was about, and he was ready to reject Finger with the most resolute attitude.

But to his surprise, Fingel didn't ask him what he wrote, but approached him with a flattering smile.

"Writing letters, junior brother?" Fingel smiled as if wishing a chicken a new year, "I wonder if you have heard an old saying from China, junior brother?"

"Ah? What?" Old Tang was a little confused as to what kind of medicine was being sold in Fingel's gourd.

"A good horse with a good saddle!" Fingel said.

"I know," Old Tang nodded. "In a book I read, it was written, 'A good horse matches a good saddle, a good boat matches a good sail, bastards match mung beans, and idiots match cerebral palsy'."

"This is the one behind?" Finger suddenly realized, thoughtfully, "It seems that the brother is ignorant."

"Brother, you might as well speak up if you have something to say." Old Tang said.

"Ahem, junior brother, since you know the truth that a good horse matches a good saddle, do you think this good letter should also go with a good envelope?" Fingel said.

Old Tang stretched out his hand and opened the bag that Fingel was carrying. Sure enough, it was densely packed with unused envelopes.

"Brother, are you... selling envelopes?" Old Tang asked.

"Actually, I also sell bookmarks and journals." Fingel said shyly.

"Brother, are you short of money?" Old Tang wondered, "Didn't Brother Fei help you apply for a scholarship? Didn't you apply for it?"

"The application was approved, but something unexpected happened," Fingel sighed, "You know, brother, I'm always careless when it comes to money, so I inevitably owed my friends a little money. As a result, my creditors I don’t know where I heard the news that I have a scholarship, and they went to block the financial office together, and finally alarmed Professor Manstein, who ordered to use my scholarship to pay off the debts of the past creditors.”

"What about the rest?" Old Tang asked.

"The rest? Pay it back slowly." Fingel sighed again.

"Damn! Senior brother, how much do you owe?"

"Hey... the past is too bad to look back on, don't bring it up again, don't bring it up again," Fingel waved his hand, and changed the topic, "You see, senior brother, you are so pitiful, they are reduced to selling envelopes in the school to make money. If you are in a difficult situation, you can pity the poor brother and buy an envelope, right?"

"Okay, I just need it."

Old Tang reached into his bag and took out an envelope at random.

It was a light brown checkered envelope with a birch bark-like background, decorated with dark ribbons, the details were well-crafted, and the edges were painted with golden patterns. The style of the supplies.

"Junior brother has good eyesight!" Fingel half praised and half flattered, "This kind of envelope is the top grade among all my envelopes. The material is made of refined offset paper, it comes with sealing glue, and it is also decorated with gold powder and silk. Handcrafted, a master piece of art..."

"Brother, give up, I won't believe your false advertisement," Old Tang complained, "Say it straight, how much is this envelope?"

"I'll give you a friendly price, junior brother, only 49 dollars." Fingel smiled shyly.

"Why don't you fucking grab it?" Old Tang stared and was about to stuff the envelope back into the bag.

"Junior brother! This is a work of art!" Fingel quickly covered the bag, and his movements were faster than Old Tang who had folded the letter paper before.

"The fortune teller said that I am an ordinary person, and I will not be able to touch art in this life." Old Tang shook his head.

"Aren't you a Chinese American? Why do you still have a fortune teller?" Fingel clutched his bag and dodged left and right.

"Can't there be fortune tellers in the United States?" Old Tang said, "It's not impossible if you want me to buy it, but you have to promise me a condition."

"Brother, just open your mouth, as long as I can do it, brother, it will be considered as going up the mountain of swords and down into the sea of ​​fire..."

"Help me deliver the letter." Old Tang said.

"Another twenty dollars."

"Return the envelope to you." Old Tang continued to stuff the envelope into Fingel's bag.

"Hey, can you add another ten dollars? Five dollars! Only five dollars!" Fern
"Deal." Old Tang nodded.

Old Tang picked up the letter paper that had been folded in half from the table, put it in the envelope he had just picked up, and handed it to Fingel: "Room 206, Building [-], just deliver it today."

"Don't worry, junior brother, I've always been reliable in my work!" Fingel patted his chest, took the envelope, opened the drawer and put it in, and put his arm around Old Tang's shoulder, "Leave it here for now, to celebrate senior brother, I made a fortune in the past two days." One hundred and five dollars, I invite you to have a good meal in the cafeteria."

"I know that 55 of the [-] dollars was contributed by me," Old Tang complained as he got up, "Which unlucky people got the other [-] dollars tricked by you?"

"I'm sorry, Junior Brother. Customer information must be kept strictly confidential. This is our professional ethics." Fingel walked out of the dormitory while holding Old Tang's shoulder.

"Okay, then I won't ask this question, let me ask, senior brother, will you take me to the cafeteria to drink free soup like last time?" Old Tang asked.

"how is this possible?"

"That's good……"

"Free cookies and salad dressing today, too."

"I knew it!"

……

Standing in front of Old Tang's dormitory, Zhuya reached out and pressed her chest to calm down her racing heart.

"Tuk Tuk..."

"Tuk Tuk..."

"Tuk Tuk..."

After knocking on the door for a long time without getting a response, Zhuya took out the key and opened the door with a dark face—as Lao Tang's "boss", she asked for the key to his dormitory on the grounds that Lao Tang was always late and she needed to supervise him .

"It's really not here." Looking at the empty dormitory, Zhuya couldn't tell whether she was disappointed or relieved, "That's fine, just put the letter on his desk? Anyway, only I have the key to their dormitory. He must know I let it go."

Putting the envelope decorated with light brown grid pattern and dark silk ribbon on Old Tang's table, the golden pattern on the edge of the envelope shines in the sun.

Taking a last look at the envelope, Zhuya turned to leave, closed the door gently, and muttered something in a low voice that only she could hear.

"Hope this fifty-dollar lucky envelope actually does something..."

……

In the afternoon, in the dormitory.

Pushing open the door of the dormitory, Fingel walked to Old Tang's desk, picked up the envelope, "Huh? I didn't put the envelope in the drawer, did I?"

"Why is my memory getting worse and worse... No, I have to stay up late and watch movies less recently."

Fingel scratched his hair, and walked out with the envelope—it just so happened that he was fine now, so he should deliver the letter quickly, and he would come back to sleep in the afternoon after delivering the letter.

It turns out that severe sleep deprivation really affects memory.

Fingel sighed while walking.

……

In Xia Mi's dormitory.

Xia Mi, who was barefoot, and Chu Zihang, who was wearing no shoes but only socks, were sitting cross-legged on the floor in front of the TV. The TV was connected to the console of the PS3, and the PS3 was connected to two handles, which were held by Xia Mi and Chu Zihang respectively. in hand.

There are not all double dormitories in the school, and a small number of students will also be assigned to single rooms—Xia Mi is one of the lucky ones.

"Tuk-tuk-"

There was a knock on the door, Xia Mi put down the handle and went out, Chu Zihang also put down the handle, and adjusted his tingling legs——unknowingly, he hadn’t changed his position for several hours, even a mixed race was a little Legs are numb.

Not long after reaching the door, Xia Mi came back, holding a light brown checkered envelope in his hand.

"Brother, do you think Old Tang is sick?" Xia Mi took the envelope and sat down next to Chu Zihang again, and complained, "The brother who delivered the letter just now said that Old Tang sent it to me. What does he have? Why don’t you send a message directly?”

"Maybe...it's a very important thing?" There was a strangeness in Chu Zihang's tone that he didn't even notice.

"I'd like to see what he's up to!" Xia Mi tore open the envelope, "Hey, his handwriting is pretty good, strong and well-defined, much stronger than him. Let me see what he wants Say something, 'at eight o'clock tomorrow night, by the fountain pool next to the grove in the southwest of the library, see you...'"

Xia Mi stopped reading.

She was stunned.

Chu Zihang was also stunned.

Why did Old Tang ask Xia Mi to go to the fountain next to the grove in the southwest of the library at night?

He recalled Su Xiaoqiang's words in the Chinese restaurant yesterday.

The fountain pool near the library is a well-known holy place for confession in the school.

Could it be... Old Tang wanted to confess his love to Xia Mi? ! !
This is impossible!He doesn't look like he likes Xia Mi at all...

There seemed to be a flash of lightning in Chu Zihang's mind, and what Su Xiaoqiang said at the dinner table yesterday resurfaced again—she seemed to say that she and Lu Mingfei were a couple at the beginning... Huanxi friends? !

Could it be that……

An unbelievable guess churned in Chu Zihang's mind.

Xia Mi quietly moved his eyes to glance at Chu Zihang's reaction beside him.

Chu Zihang was still sitting cross-legged on the ground, with his hands hanging by his legs and covered by his legs, his face still expressionless.

Only the hands that were hanging down and blocked by the legs were clenched into fists, and the blue and purple blood vessels were protruding from root to root.

(End of this chapter)