Lu Mingfei, the Martial Saint of the Dragon Clan

After thinking and thinking, there was still no result, so Lu Mingfei simply gave up thinking.

He is this kind of person. His academic performance has been mediocre since he was a child, and he doesn't have much patience in doing things. Now he is best at practicing martial arts without his master watching from behind every day.

All in all, he is a very ordinary boy.

If you really want to say it, the thing you are best at is probably giving up.

Lu Mingfei felt a little guilty when he thought of this.

To be honest, how happy it is to give up, no longer have to work hard, just play games, eat and wait for death.

But, there are some things that I still can’t let go of.

For example, practicing martial arts.

He had had enough of feeling powerless.

That's really ugly.

So, practice martial arts.

It was still a little cold outside the door. The two of them rubbed their hands together, and the hot breath they exhaled while talking turned into white mist. Lu Mingfei opened his mouth and hahaed twice. It was really interesting to see the white mist spread and gradually thin out.

"What are the international students' plans for today?"

"Well, do you know where the nearest martial arts gym is?"

"Martial Arts School?"

The network administrator girl yawned and looked over curiously.

"Why, you want to learn martial arts."

Thinking of this, the girl suddenly realized that Lu Mingfei really had a bit of a heroic spirit. Different from the popular feminine aesthetics today, the first impression Lu Mingfei gave people was that of sunshine, confidence, and a clearly well-proportioned figure without exaggerated muscles. , but gives people a sense of solidity.

He is a man worth relying on.

she thought to herself.

"Of course you have to practice martial arts."

Lu Mingfei was still playing the game of anger. The girl was dumbfounded, thinking how could she be so blind that she actually thought this guy was worth relying on? Her mental age couldn't be higher than kindergarten.

"But there are other things to do when looking for a martial arts school."

"Oh, what to do?"

"Kick the gym."

Lu Mingfei smiled heartily.

"Let me weigh and weigh the warriors of this city."

The girl's eyes widened and she slapped him on the shoulder. "You were filming martial arts, and you weighed things. You're so capable. My little girl's all-night fee is twenty-five dollars. The instant noodles and ham are worth ten dollars to you. Chenghui is thirty-five dollars. Please give me a thank you!"

Lu Mingfei rubbed his hands and laughed.

"Didn't I promise to treat you to a treat? You can't keep your promise, and I'm not a renegade. Money is a bit tight right now, so I can treat you to a big dinner later."

"Heh, money is tight. Sister, I'm at the Internet cafe. I heard this, but it's probably 80 or 100. You men, just..."

As he said this, the girl suddenly froze, rummaged through her bag, and screamed.

"Did you forget something?"

"Well, a letter, probably in the drawer."

"You're still talking about me, so you're also careless."

"The sequelae of staying up all night, sister, I also stayed up all night, it's inevitable."

She said anxiously.

"Aren't you practicing martial arts? Run fast. It will be troublesome if it is taken away by someone on duty. Go quickly. You will know the white envelope when you see it."

"oh oh."

Lu Mingfei turned around and ran back.

The girl stood there for a while, watching the boy's back quietly as he walked away. She lowered her head, wrapped herself in her coat, and left in a hurry.

"White envelope, white envelope."

Sure enough, just as the girl said, he knew it when he saw the envelope.

There was no address or postmark on it, it was just written in thin handwriting.

"Lu Mingfei Qinqi"

Is this a letter to me?

Lu Mingfei scratched his head and found that the letter was not sealed, so he looked inside.

His eyes suddenly widened.

He bounced his head like a frightened rabbit, looked around, and checked vigilantly. He made sure that there was a network administrator next to him who was reading Conan on the computer. Apart from that, there was no suspicious person, and he carefully took out the letter.

Open it, the handwriting is lean and capable, and the pen edge is sharp and sharp.

"Listen to my sister, it's a good thing to be able to study. I figured it out a long time ago. You will definitely be great in the future."

"So, it doesn't matter if there are any difficulties. What do international students have to be afraid of? If you can survive it, you will still be a good man."

"Someone gave me a passage before. It's interesting. I'll give it to you."

“We must have the simplest life and the most distant dream, even if it’s freezing tomorrow and the road is far away.”

The signature is a simple smiley face.

Lu Mingfei also laughed.

"It's so literary and artistic. Isn't it a poem by Haizi? It's written wrong."

Lu Mingfei imagined that the girl was smoking and writing, her pale eyebrows shrouded in the warm mist, writing thin and sharp notes on the paper, as if she was cursing someone with her hands on her hips.

I'm not afraid of setting the letter on fire.

Lu Mingfei carefully folded the letter paper, and then looked into the envelope. There was a stack of red hundred-dollar bills. Lu Mingfei nodded, "two thousand."

Are you afraid that I will run away from home and starve to death outside?

Lu Mingfei thought.

But sister, we just met. I don’t even know your name. You just lent me two thousand yuan. You trust others so much that you are not afraid of me absconding with the money.

Lu Mingfei squeezed it. It turned out that two thousand yuan in cash was so thick, and it felt so heavy.

"Hey, I'm free."

The network manager who was watching Conan answered the phone.

"Amusement park, who's treating us?"

"I paid my salary yesterday, what happened?"

"What can you do with only two thousand and five dollars? Once you pay off the credit card, that's it. Sisters are here to help. Money is tight right now. I'll treat you to a big dinner in the future."

Lu Mingfei was stunned.

He chuckled.

Covered his face.

Then he bent over with laughter.

The network administrator cast a strange look, lowered his voice, and continued talking on the phone.

Lu Mingfei remembered what the girl said when he parted ways.

Really, there are not only one hundred, but also eighty.

Two thousand and five thousand is really not much.

Lu Mingfei thought.

He walked out slowly.

Since the girl went all the way to give the money to herself, she must have gone far away now, probably because she was afraid that I wouldn't accept it.

Lu Mingfei thought of the cigarette scars on the girl's arms.

And that nice purple wristband.

It’s May, it’s such a hot day, why should I wear a wristband?

When we left the Internet cafe, it happened to be sunrise.

It was a warm red light that spread across the earth at a speed that even a white horse could not catch up with.

Lu Mingfei squinted his eyes and let out a long breath.

"Let me think."

His bright smile.

"Who should I start with?"

For martial arts schools in this city, today is an ordinary day.

There is no competition, so there is no need to train without sleep and food.

I clocked in to work on time at 8:30, just like countless mornings in the past.

Chen Pingan finished eating the soy milk dumplings and threw them into the trash can next to the greenery ten meters away. The old man walked into the martial arts gym slowly as if he was spreading.

It is said to be a martial arts gym, but times have changed after all. Fighting and killing are a thing of the past. They are serious businesses and legal citizens. Even the wall of the martial arts hall has a big word "Benevolence" hanging on it.

According to the owner's intention, I originally wanted to use "Ninja". This word is so good. You can live for a long time just by looking at it. Isn't there a cartoon that has been made? Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles and Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles are all Turtles. How to live for a thousand years is not a problem.

Look, this is the secret of the word forbearance.

At that time, the owner of the gym talked for three hours to the three coaches, including Chen Ping'an, calling it team building. He said that you know that the latest Internet is doing this.

But Chen Pingan always felt that the gym owner was not team building, but a talk show, the kind that could make people fall asleep. At least two of their three coaches fell asleep. The gym owner angrily deducted 300 from each person's salary. Fortunately, Chen Ping'an developed the ability to sleep with his eyes open during his childhood training with his master, otherwise his salary would have been deducted.

He still had lingering fears when he thought of this.