Dragon Raja: Lu Mingfei Returns from Japan

Although Lu Mingfei didn't mind seeing pretty girls with their bodies exposed in front of him, it was a different story if they were in front of other people.

"Shall I go and buy you some clothes first?" Lu Mingfei asked.

The easiest way would actually be to go to Xia Mi's house and get her a couple of outfits, but suddenly asking a beautiful girl if she could go to her house would sound a bit abrupt. Besides, judging from Xia Mi's current appearance, she probably doesn't have a key to her house.

"also."

Xia Mi nodded, about to state her size, when she immediately frowned, realizing something was wrong.

"No, no, no," Xia Mi said three times. "Senior brother, why don't you come to my house and get me some clothes? I'll give you the address. There's a spare key under the rug by the door."

As she spoke, she quickly gave Lu Mingfei an address.

Lu Mingfei didn't know why Xia Mi's attitude changed so quickly, but going directly to Xia Mi's house to pick up the clothes would be more convenient. He wrote down Xia Mi's home address and hailed a taxi after leaving the residential area.

Xia Mi's home is located in a resettlement community in the old city. These communities don't have property management, and the buildings are usually not very tall.

The walls were plastered with small advertisements for various "locksmith masters" and "designated locksmiths." It seems some mischievous kids living in the neighborhood had gouged out the eyes of the "locksmith master" in the ads, making it look quite creepy.

It has to be said that for the lair of a dragon king, such a living environment is really rather shabby.

Lu Mingfei climbed to the floor Xia Mi had told him about, confirmed the room number was correct, and then took out the key from under the carpet to open the door.

The small one-bedroom apartment was naturally deserted. Although Xia Mi had lied to them, saying he had a father, a mother, and a mentally challenged older brother, Chu Zihang had taken him to that old neighborhood full of sycamore trees when he was writing his mission report, and it was just as deserted as this place.

Lu Mingfei didn't spend much time observing the room. He went straight into the girl's room, opened Xia Mi's wardrobe, and casually picked out a few pretty dresses. Of course, he didn't forget to bring a few pairs of socks and some underwear as well.

However, when Lu Mingfei's underwear accidentally touched the limited curves of the bra, he felt even more pity for this little dragon girl.

……

It was almost one o'clock in the afternoon when he got home. As soon as he opened the door, Lu Mingfei heard Xia Mi's complaints.

"Senior brother is too slow!" Xia Mi said.

"You know perfectly well how far your home is from here."

As Lu Mingfei spoke, he handed the bag in his hand to Xia Mi, who was sitting on the sofa.

"Why are you only picking out dresses? Don't you have any more everyday clothes?" Xia Mi complained without looking up as she rummaged through the bag.

But after complaining for a moment, she suddenly became very happy and pulled a little white dress out of a pile of clothes. What a capricious little girl.

Lu Mingfei watched as she picked up the dress and blouse she had chosen and walked into the bathroom. Then came the sound of running water.

Behind the frosted glass bathroom door, a sensual scene of "smooth hot spring water washing away delicate skin" is unfolding. The next line, in order, should be, "A maidservant helps her up, languid and weak, just as she receives the Emperor's favor."

Lu Mingfei suddenly remembered the wonderful dream he had last night, and suddenly became a little unsettled again.

……

Chapter 158 is in the middle again?

Half an hour later, the two of them went out.

Today, Lu Mingfei was dressed in ordinary clothes: a Uniqlo shirt and Baleno pants, a combination of affordable Japanese style and domestic foreign brands. A classic small-town youth's outfit.

It was as if Ricardo M. Lu, the wealthy young man who returned from overseas last night, was a brief spell that could only last for one ball. As soon as midnight struck, Cinderella's magic would expire on time, and he would be reduced to his original form, turning back into Cinderella from Shilan Middle School, oops, the loser Lu Mingfei.

Of course, strictly speaking, Lu Mingfei can no longer be called a loser. As the second strongest person on the list of those who should be killed, after Chu Zihang, if Lu Mingfei is still called a loser, then probably every boy in Shilan Middle School is a loser.

Compared to Lu Mingfei, who was dressed simply, Xia Mi was much more particular.

She wore a simple white jumpsuit with a thin pink cotton sun-protective shirt on top. This sun-protective shirt was one of the few pieces of clothing other than the dress among the pile of clothes Lu Mingfei had brought.

Although both outfits were from very ordinary brands, Xia Mi wore them with a distinctly youthful vibe. Clearly, she had carefully considered the combination. Since her clothes were all in solid colors, she only chose a pair of white sneakers.

"Junior sister, what would you like to eat?" Lu Mingfei rummaged through his wallet, checking how much money he had left. These days, things are different from before; many places don't have POS machines, and if you don't have enough money, you have to go to the bank to withdraw some.

"Senior brother, you...are asking me?" Xia Mi turned her head.

"Otherwise what? Isn't this to celebrate your recovery from a serious illness, oh no, to celebrate you waking up from your afternoon nap?" Lu Mingfei said, spouting nonsense without batting an eye.

It wasn't that Lu Mingfei didn't want to recommend restaurants, it's just that there really weren't many good ones around... or rather, there should be. However, according to the "Liu Miaomiao's Dietary Guide" that Xiao Mao had given him, many of the restaurants were off-limits to him.

Actually, the best food is often found in hidden gems. The smaller the restaurant's facade, the more oily and smoky it looks, the better the food is probably. It's because the business is so good that the oil fumes turn the curtains and walls yellow.

Liu Miaomiao clearly didn't understand this principle. She thought a clean storefront meant it was hygienic, but some storefronts with white walls might simply be because they had no business.

However, Lu Mingfei strictly followed the "doctor's orders" and rarely ate out. Mainly because he didn't have many opportunities to eat out; he mostly ate in the school cafeteria. The one or two meals he had were just something to eat, even if they weren't very tasty.

"Since you've put it that way, senior brother, then I won't stand on ceremony."

Xia Mi counted on her fingers, naming each restaurant one by one. Lu Mingfei's face went from a slight twitch to a grimace, then to utter terror. They were all Michelin and Black Pearl restaurants that the rich kids in their class loved to brag about.

“Senior brother isn’t a landlord or a tycoon, junior sister, you don’t have to be so ruthless.” Lu Mingfei raised his hands in surrender.

"This is what I want to eat. You're the one who asked me, Senior Brother." Xia Mi made a face with her hands behind her back. "If I told you, you wouldn't be able to afford it. You'd lose face in front of your Junior Sister."

Lu Mingfei didn't know if Xia Mi really wanted to eat at these restaurants, or if she was just retorting because of his earlier ridiculous comment about "celebrating her waking up from her nap."

If Xia Mi really wanted to eat at these restaurants, Lu Mingfei could afford to treat her to a few meals if he gritted his teeth. However, he probably didn't really want to eat there, since with her looks, she could easily fill up all the restaurants with reservations until next year if she just said a word.

"Are there any dessert shops or anything like that nearby?" Xia Mi sighed. "We've already passed the restaurant. I'm the type who can't eat a proper meal once I've passed the restaurant."

She either sleeps for days on end or skips lunch. With such strange routines and habits, it's no wonder that Little Dragon Girl never seems to grow up.

However, if he wanted to eat dessert, that would be easy. Although Lu Mingfei didn't know any good restaurants, he did know a few good dessert shops.

"There's a coffee shop called Open Mind not far from the school, have you been there?" Lu Mingfei asked.

Xia Mi shook her head.

“Then I’ll take you to try it,” Lu Mingfei said. “Their desserts are their specialty.”

"The coffee shop's sign is for desserts? What's that? A coffee shop that doesn't want to make good desserts can't be a good milk tea shop!" Xia Mi's eyes widened.

These words were truly in Xia Mi's style, instantly transporting Lu Mingfei back to the days when he first met Xia Mi, with his adorable junior sister and him exchanging nonsensical remarks.

Speaking of which, it seems that the only people in the world who can rival him in spouting nonsense are Little Dragon Girl and the useless senior brother.

These days, finding a worthy rival is as difficult as finding true love. So much so that long after Xiaolongnu's death, on a sleepless night, he suddenly recalled his first encounter with her at the Chicago train station, and felt a sudden sense of being undefeated.

"Since you say it's delicious, let's go," Xia Mi said.

However, now that Dugu Qiubai has encountered the Little Eastern Heretic Guo Xiang, he suddenly has another opponent. Lu Mingfei nodded and said, "Let's go."

……

Lu Mingfei placed three plates of cake on the table, two on his side and the other opposite him.

Chen Wenwen smiled and nodded, saying thank you. Two long, soft strands of hair swayed gently in front of her gentle and quiet eyes.

"You're welcome," Lu Mingfei replied.

Although he had complained about it more than once... Lu Mingfei still felt that his recent luck with women was a bit too strong.

And these aren't just any bad romantic prospects; they're all high-quality ones. Campus beauties are constantly appearing around him, one after another. There are even more and more new female characters being introduced. Even going out to a dessert shop can trigger a side quest involving Chen Wenwen.

Xia Mi and Chen Wenwen had already gotten to know each other because of a carpooling incident.

The mischievous and clever young man transformed into a well-behaved, adorable, and polite junior in front of Chen Wenwen. Chen Wenwen was chatting with this junior she had only recently met. Lu Mingfei, meanwhile, sipped his cappuccino beside them, watching the sunlight fall on their faces.

This scene is truly bizarre. He used to only dare to secretly look at Chen Wenwen's profile, but now he can brazenly and openly stare at her like this.

It has to be said that looking at things openly and directly makes a big difference. When you secretly glance at Chen Wenwen's profile, you can only see her gentle eyebrows and pert nose; her beauty is only superficially apparent to you.

When you look at things openly and honestly, you can see more details.

For example, Lu Mingfei noticed that Chen Wenwen's face was visibly getting redder and redder.

Of course, the redness wasn't particularly exaggerated. If Chen Wenwen's face was originally just a clean, pure white sheet of paper, now it looked as if a tiny bit of rouge had been dabbed on her pinky finger and then lightly smeared across it.

Presumably, the "face and peach blossoms reflecting each other's redness" mentioned in Cui Hu's poem is probably just like this.

Feeling Lu Mingfei's direct gaze, Chen Wenwen felt uneasy.

She'd actually noticed plenty of guys looking at her lately, like Zhao Menghua; she knew he'd been staring at her a lot because their eyes would always meet whenever she turned her head.

She actually understood somewhat what that gaze meant.

In the literary society, there are many boys like Zhao Menghua. But almost everyone looks at her secretly. Chen Wenwen has never seen anyone look at her so openly, like Lu Mingfei.

She even wondered if she had left some cream on her lips while eating the cake.

"Senior brother, what are you daydreaming about?" Xia Mi suddenly turned around and stood up to speak up for justice.

After Xia Mi's reminder, Lu Mingfei suddenly realized that his gaze just now might have been slightly disrespectful.

"Sorry, haha, I was thinking about something and got lost in thought." Lu Mingfei took advantage of Xia Mi's offer to save face.

"It's okay, I do that all the time." Chen Wenwen smiled and nodded at him, while pulling out a tissue to wipe her mouth.

There's no cream either... Chen Wenwen thought to herself.

Then why is he looking at himself...?

"Oh, right, Chen Wenwen," Lu Mingfei suddenly called out to her.

"Huh?" Chen Wenwen was taken aback and immediately looked up.

"What brings you here today?" Lu Mingfei asked. "Isn't your home quite far from here?"

It's currently the season of late summer heat, and the temperature isn't low. If it weren't for taking Xia Mi out for dessert, Lu Mingfei wouldn't have gone out at all, adhering to the principle of staying home as much as possible.

He knew where Chen Wenwen's home was; it wasn't far from his uncle and aunt's house, but it was far from the school. Before, after school, he would sometimes take the same bus as Chen Wenwen and then walk together for a while.

"I came to the school to pick up some materials, and then I just stopped by here," Chen Wenwen said.

"material?"

"Hmm." Chen Wenwen opened the notebook that was under her arm and pushed it in front of Lu Mingfei from a different angle.

Lu Mingfei had actually noticed the notebook under Chen Wenwen's arm a while ago. Recently, Chen Wenwen had been carrying around a notebook and writing a lot, so Lu Mingfei assumed that this was the notebook Chen Wenwen used to write in.

But when Lu Mingfei saw the covers just now, he noticed that the covers of the two notebooks seemed to be different colors. The notebook Chen Wenwen used to write in had a red cover, while the one in front of him was blue.

Lu Mingfei glanced at the contents of the notebook, and his eyebrows suddenly furrowed.

"This is... the program schedule for the school's anniversary celebration?" Lu Mingfei asked. "Did you make this?"

“Yes,” Chen Wenwen said. “Didn’t the senior from the organization department ask us to talk to Liu Miaomiao before? ... But the talks failed, and the student union wasn’t happy. So I said I would take care of it.”

Lu Mingfei was actually present at the time. However, he had previously thought that the senior student council member's comment about having Chen Wenwen work on the program rehearsal list was just an angry outburst. He never expected her to actually abandon the task and become a hands-off manager.

Logically speaking, Chen Wenwen shouldn't be someone who is easily bullied.