Dragon Clan: Force me to be reborn and slay dragons

Chapter 10 R&D Engineers Enter the Factory to Install Screws
"Big Bear! Not only did you stand me up, you also made me get up in the middle of the night to pee. Do you have any sense of public morality?!"

At 11:30 in the evening, Lu Mingfei, who had no friends, killed all his group members. He finally waited until Lao Tang came online, and the first message he received was a condemnation.

"I'm sorry, I'll do it again next time." Lu Mingfei apologized quickly, but he refused to change his ways, which made Old Tang so angry that he kept yelling:

"Go online, if you don't print out your dinner today, I will change my profile picture to a black and white photo!"

Lu Mingfei was stunned when he heard this, and subconsciously glanced at Lao Tang’s embarrassing panda avatar. What’s the difference between changing it and not changing it?
Who did you learn this shamelessness from?
American universities still teach the art of thick black, right?
The real culprit is in place. Lu Mingfei stops torturing innocent group members and starts a sweet fight with Lao Tang.

In order to express his apology for standing up Old Tang, Lu Mingfei's acting was on point throughout the whole process. He lost six times in a row without anyone noticing anything was wrong, and then suspecting that he was standing Old Tang up.

Old Tang even felt that he was slightly stronger, and with the addition of the anger buff, he was able to defeat Lu Mingfei step by step, and he struggled to hold on until he unfortunately lost.

"Okay, that's all for today. You still have classes tomorrow."

Although he felt a little unsatisfied, Old Tang still typed and advised Lu Mingfei to go to bed.

"I'm taking Hammer's class. My handsomeness has spread across the ocean to all of Chicago. I think I'll be going to college in the United States in the second half of the year. I'll come to New York to visit you then."

Lu Mingfei held a spicy noodle in his mouth and moved his hands quickly, urging Lao Tang to start the next one.

The school spirit of Shilan Middle School is strict, but it is relatively relaxed towards those students who have decided to give up the college entrance examination and study abroad. Basically, the attitude is that it doesn't matter whether you come or not.

Of course, if the child is away from school for a long time, the guardian must ask for leave, otherwise if something happens outside, the parents will ask the school for an explanation.

Given his aunt's nature of taking advantage, Lu Mingfei estimated that as long as the school did not refund his tuition, he would have to stay in school until the last day.

But it doesn't matter. He's just a jerk in school anyway, and the teachers are too lazy to carve up this rotten piece of wood.

"Did you pass the interview?"

"Not yet, the day after tomorrow."

“Is that so… It’s a pity that I entered the working world right after graduating from high school, otherwise I could still give you some advice.” Old Tang sent a frustrated panda emoticon.

"It's just an interview, why do you need to..."

Lu Mingfei's hands that were tapping the keyboard suddenly stopped. He stared at the words "dropped out of high school and entered the workforce" on the screen, and the smile on his face gradually froze.

Isn’t Lao Tang a master’s degree holder in both materials science and engineering and mechanical engineering?
How come I have become the chosen worker now?
Is it reasonable for a R&D engineer from a Fortune 500 company to come into the factory and screw in screws?
Lu Mingfei was puzzled and puzzled, but he could only attribute it to the differences caused by the changes in the world line.

What worries him more than his academic qualifications is that Old Tang’s identity and growth trajectory have changed so much. Does Coach Kang, who is famous on the Internet for his handsome face and strong waist, still exist?
Would he turn into a pretty boy with delicate skin and tender flesh?

Old Tang had no idea what Lu Mingfei was thinking, and was still thinking about how he could help:

"By the way, I remember your spoken English isn't very good, would you like me to help you with your pronunciation?"

As a Chinese who grew up in the United States, Lao Tang speaks authentic English.

Looking at the confident panda emoji that was refreshed below, Lu Mingfei suppressed his worries and politely declined Lao Tang's kindness:
"No, I speak fluently."

He has a strong ability to learn languages ​​and often goes abroad to compete, so over time he has mastered several foreign languages.

In particular, every time I come to the United States, I have to stay at Lao Tang's place for a while. The two of us play games and become very good at C language, and our spoken English improves rapidly.

"I'm afraid you'll be jealous, so I won't tell you that my buddy is fluent in multiple languages."

"I don't believe you. I'll open it if you don't sleep. I have to go to work later."

Life is not easy, Old Tang sighed.

Everyone is trying hard to live, especially since he lives in the troubled New York, he has to work even harder to survive.

"Open, open, open, ta-ta-open!"

…The next morning, Lu Mingfei got up from the bed refreshed.

I fought until three or four in the morning last night, and I felt full of energy after only two or three hours of sleep. I can only say that the recovery ability of young people is so terrifying.

I took a look at the group chat and found that half an hour ago, Old Tang was still imparting his winning experience, proclaiming that he was the top expert in the group with a record of eight wins and four losses.

The group members were also very considerate and shouted slogans like a parrot: Ming Ming has lost, Lao Tang should be in power!

Lu Mingfei put away his phone and smiled silently.

As expected, friends are the best mood adjusters. When he woke up, the feeling of loss of having no one beside him slowly dissipated.

After washing up, he was too lazy to tidy up and went out directly with a messy hair. Anyway, no one would see him since his wife was not there.

On Monday morning, the roads were full of office workers in a hurry.

They wore bright and beautiful clothes and worked like slaves in a clean and tidy office, but Lu Mingfei could only chew on the fried dough sticks and enjoy himself alone.

He does not share the joys and sorrows of other people; he only sees the great blessings.

Of course, there are also students who go to school calmly in luxury cars.

But he was not envious at all. After all, he was an e-sports legend who endorsed a car brand back then, and the cars he drove were all premium versions given to him for free by the brand.

I arrived at Shilan Middle School without any problems. The appearance of my alma mater has not changed at all. It still exudes an air of nobility inside and out.

High school girls in suits and school skirts can be seen chatting and laughing everywhere on the campus, probably discussing some male celebrity or handsome male classmate.

Lu Mingfei admired their youthful aura and wondered how he could get a new set of school uniforms for the girls.

I don’t want to try on women’s clothing. I just want my wife to wear it on her birthday to help me reminisce about our youth.

Relying on vague memory, I arrived at my class. As soon as I entered the door, the classroom, which was originally a bit noisy, became quiet for a short time.

A group of girls stared at the strange male classmate who appeared at the door, their eyes half vigilant and half curious:
Who is this?

No way.

It looks okay.

Dozens of eyes fell on him, and Lu Mingfei came back to his senses instantly. He looked at the girls who were staring at him eagerly, and then looked at the few male compatriots who were in small numbers. He silently retreated to the door.

I looked at the class sign and confirmed that it was my former class, but why did it change from science to arts? !
Lu Mingfei stood at the door of the classroom in deep thought, his expression as solemn as Tang Sanzang who had accidentally entered the bedroom of the Queen of the Kingdom of Women and was caught red-handed.

I took out my phone and tried to return to the group through the class group name, but when I took a quick look, which genius came up with "our class group"? !

Just when he was hesitating whether to trouble the class monitor to come out and claim the missing classmate, a pretty girl with a strong aura and a rising voice passed by and called him back to his senses with a shout:

"Lu Mingfei, why are you standing outside someone else's classroom? Are you peeping?"

This perfect call almost made Lu Mingfei turn back in tears and ask affectionately, "Wukong, is that you?"

However, when he looked in the direction of the voice, the emotion on his face instantly turned into surprise:

"Su Xiaoqiang, why is it you?"

"What do you mean it's me?" The girl stood in the middle of the corridor with one hand on her waist. Her facial features were three-dimensional with the exquisiteness unique to mixed-race people. Her clothes and accessories exuded a sense of luxury.

There is no doubt that this is a rich woman who can help people save twenty years of hard work.

And she is a high-quality rich woman who owns a mine at home!
Lu Mingfei didn't mean to ask for support. He walked up to the beautiful and aggressive girl and said:
"You've already been admitted to Fudan University, why are you still coming to school?"

(End of this chapter)