Dragon Raja: Lu Mingfei Returns from Japan

What merit do I possess to have made an impression on Senior Brother Chu back in junior high school?

After returning to this world, Lu Mingfei saw Chu Zihang many times at school. It was actually difficult not to see him, as Chu Zihang stood out so much in a crowd. However, Lu Mingfei never once went up to greet him.

After all, in the current timeline, Chu Zihang hasn't joined Kassel College yet and doesn't know him. If Lu Mingfei were to strike up a conversation with Chu Zihang for no apparent reason, it would probably only leave the latter feeling confused.

"It would be much easier if I knew myself..." Lu Mingfei scratched the back of his head and asked, "Senior Brother Chu, do you have a cell phone? The rain is too heavy, I want to call home."

Chu Zihang was stunned.

"Take it and use it to fight."

Chu Zihang took out his phone and handed it to Lu Mingfei, who immediately recognized it as a Motorola V3, a classic among classics.

Back then, it sold for six or seven thousand in official stores, but in reality, it was speculated to be worth nearly ten thousand, much more expensive than the Nokia N96 that Zhao Menghua always wore on his waist. Its popularity was similar to that of a certain Porsche in later years.

Lu Mingfei carefully opened his phone and dialed a number. The call was connected after more than a dozen beeps, and then his aunt's loud voice came through the receiver.

"Mingfei? Aren't you home yet? Still at school? Why are you so late? Your uncle and Mingze are already back! It's raining heavily, so figure out how to get home yourself. Taking a taxi is fine, but remember to ask the driver for a receipt! They won't reimburse you without one!"

The conversation lasted only two or three sentences before my aunt hung up the phone impatiently.

The white noise from the raindrops was loud, but Aunt Lu Mingfei's voice was even louder, loud enough for Chu Zihang to hear the entire conversation.

He watched as Lu Mingfei closed his phone and returned it to him. As he reached out to take it, he couldn't help but remind him, "It's probably impossible to get a taxi now."

"If we can't get a taxi, we'll just wait a bit longer and see if the rain gets any lighter..."

"Yes, why don't we go together? The rain won't stop. The weather forecast says it's a typhoon, and the meteorological bureau has issued a warning... Senior Brother Chu, are you coming too?"

Liu Miaomiao, who had been secretly peeking out, mustered her courage and stood at the door, pretending to look at Lu Mingfei, but secretly keeping an eye on Chu Zihang.

"Do you know me...? My name is Liu Miaomiao..." Liu Miaomiao didn't get an answer, so she lowered her head and her voice grew softer and softer, like a mosquito humming.

Chu Zihang was originally prepared to refuse immediately. Of course, he didn't need to hitch a ride with someone else; he only needed to make a phone call to "Dad," and "Dad" would have the driver pick him up in that top-of-the-line Mercedes S500.

But then he suddenly realized that Lu Mingfei might really need a ride with her, so he hesitated.

"Which direction do you live in?" Chu Zihang asked softly.

After waiting for a while, Liu Miaomiao suddenly realized that Chu Zihang's words seemed to be directed at her. Her heart pounded wildly, and when she looked up, her eyes shone as brightly as if they had been filled with stars.

“Me?” she asked.

"Ah."

“My home is on the west side of the city, in the California neighborhood…”

Chu Zihang knew about California Community; it was one of the most upscale neighborhoods in the city, on par with his own place, Peacock Mansion. However, Peacock Mansion was in the east of the city, completely opposite to Liu Miaomiao's home.

“My house is in a different direction from yours,” Chu Zihang said. “I’ll walk by myself. You can take the classmate who’s coming down the way.”

The starlight in Liu Miaomiao's eyes vanished instantly. She had only wanted to find an excuse to send Chu Zihang off; Lu Mingfei was just an afterthought.

But since she had already said it, she couldn't just reject Lu Mingfei because Chu Zihang rejected her, could she?

Fortunately, Lu Mingfei was unusually understanding: "Liu Miaomiao, you can go by yourself. My house is not in the same direction as yours."

Lu Mingfei knew that Liu Miaomiao only offered to give him a ride in order to get closer to Chu Zihang.

Since the expressionless senior brother has already refused, it would be pointless for him to be alone in a room with the piano beauty Liu Miaomiao.

Um... the driver doesn't count.

Lu Mingfei is clear about his current self.

For some reason, Liu Miaomiao suddenly felt that Lu Mingfei seemed a little strange today. If it were before, Lu Mingfei would definitely have begged her to give him a ride. But today, he offered not to take him.

Lu Mingfei's refusal made Liu Miaomiao feel a little guilty.

Of course, she had heard about Lu Mingfei's family situation. She knew that Lu Mingfei was now living under someone else's roof, with a difficult aunt and a domineering cousin who didn't treat him well. He was even late for parent-teacher conferences.

On a rainy day, everyone in the class was picked up by their parents or drivers, except for Lu Mingfei, who was waiting for the rain to stop.

She suddenly thought, why not give Lu Mingfei a ride? After all, it wouldn't take much longer to drive around the east and west sides of the city.

"Why don't you take my car back? The rain isn't going to let up anytime soon, and we don't know how long we'll have to wait here." Liu Miaomiao spoke softly, "It's so cold, you'll easily catch a cold if you get caught in the rain."

Lu Mingfei was also surprised that Liu Miaomiao would offer to give him a ride. He was taken aback for a moment, "But California Community is quite far from my house..."

"It's okay, it won't take long to go around in circles."

“Lu Mingfei, come back with me,” Chu Zihang suddenly said. “Our homes are in the same direction, I can give him a ride.”

After he finished speaking, he turned to look at Lu Mingfei: "Is everything alright?"

Actually, he was asking, "Is it okay that I ruined your chance to be alone with Liu Miaomiao?" Liu Miaomiao is quite pretty, and many boys like her, but he wasn't sure if Lu Mingfei liked her or not.

He felt that Lu Mingfei didn't have any romantic feelings for Liu Miaomiao, otherwise why would he refuse to ride in Liu Miaomiao's car?

But he wasn't entirely sure, which is why he asked that question.

Lu Mingfei had no idea what Chu Zihang was thinking, but he nodded vigorously, "Yes, yes, yes." He thought to himself, "Senior Brother Chu, you've personally extended an invitation to me, how could I refuse?"

Countless girls at Shilan Middle School dream of riding in your car, Young Master Chu. Liu Miaomiao is definitely one of the girls who wants to ride in it the most.

"Oh, then I'll go first." Liu Miaomiao replied softly, tugging at her backpack strap, her shadow shrinking back from the doorway.

Through the crisscrossing raindrops on the glass window, Lu Mingfei saw Liu Miaomiao's driver holding up a huge black umbrella for her in the rain. Liu Miaomiao took off her sandals and put on rain boots.

The black BMW's "angel eyes" turned around in the rain, the roaring engine shattering the white noise of the downpour, and sped away through the puddles.

"Is the rain getting heavier?" Lu Mingfei said suddenly as he watched Liu Miaomiao leave.

"It seems so." Chu Zihang answered, but didn't even look at the sky. "I'll send a text message."

He suddenly gripped the Motorola V3 in his pocket, as if he had finally made a decision, opened it, and pointed to a number.

"It's raining heavily, can you come pick me up now?" Chu Zihang typed these words.

During the minute he waited for a reply, Chu Zihang felt his heart pounding wildly, thump-thump-thump-thump-thump.

A minute later, his phone beeped with a text message: "Okay, okay, no problem. Wait for me at school, I'll be there soon." Only then did something inside him feel relieved and at peace.

The tone of the reply was as nonchalant as ever... Chu Zihang could almost picture the man's voice and expression as he said it.

Chu Zihang read the text message several times, then silently tapped a few keys on the keyboard and deleted it.

Although "Dad" is a good man, very tolerant of him and his mother, and won't be dissatisfied or anything because he contacts him, Chu Zihang still knows that it's best not to let "Dad" see these things.

"My family will be here soon, please wait a moment. I'll erase the blackboard."

"I'll wipe it for you."

Lu Mingfei couldn't wait to rush over, grab the chalk brush covered in chalk dust, and scrub it vigorously on the clean blackboard.

Chu Zihang looked at the blackboard, which was getting whiter and whiter with each erasing, and then glanced at the bucket of water at his feet. He thought to himself that he would erase it again after the other person finished erasing it.

The first seven chapters mainly lay the groundwork for the plot through the theme of "the dark side of the raging rain".

Chapter 3 The Darkness of the Torrent of Rain (3)

Just as Lu Mingfei and Chu Zihang were about to erase the blackboard for the sixth time, a deep whistle sounded on the playground at the right time.

The headlights slashed through the rain like swords, and the engine's vibrations sounded like a lion deliberately suppressing its roar.

Maybach 62, a top-of-the-line luxury sedan.

"Wow, a Maybach 62! Senior, is your dad that powerful?" Lu Mingfei practically pressed his face against the glass window.

Chu Zihang didn't know what the Maybach 62 meant. He didn't know much about cars, only that the car was several times more expensive than the most expensive Mercedes in his "dad's" house.

His lips moved almost imperceptibly, but he couldn't bring himself to say "not my dad's."

"Let's go downstairs," Chu Zihang said calmly.

"Okay, okay, I'll turn off the light."

After confirming that the classroom door was locked, Lu Mingfei and Chu Zihang went downstairs together.

When they reached the exit, the middle-aged man had already opened a huge black umbrella and was waiting in front of the eaves. His hunched back and obsequious smile were even more attentive than Liu Miaomiao's driver.

Upon seeing Lu Mingfei, the middle-aged man's smile faltered for a moment, clearly not expecting that Chu Zihang would have other people with him.

"He's my junior. It's raining so hard, can I give him a ride?" Chu Zihang was a man of few words. Instead of getting under the middle-aged man's umbrella, he braved the rain and walked to the car and got in.

The middle-aged man paused for a moment, but was not discouraged. Instead, he smiled and held the umbrella over Lu Mingfei's head.

When Lu Mingfei was in middle school in his previous life, he had never received such a great courtesy. Overwhelmed with gratitude, he shrank back and kept nodding to the man in thanks.

After helping Lu Mingfei into the back seat, the middle-aged man returned to the driver's seat, folded the umbrella, and handed it to Chu Zihang, who was sitting in the back seat.

"It's inserted into the car door; there's a hole there specifically for inserting umbrellas."

"I know, you said that." Chu Zihang took the umbrella, and felt its weight; it was much heavier than a regular umbrella. But he didn't pay too much attention to it.

He'd heard that Rolls-Royce offers custom-made umbrellas, which are included with the car and come at a hefty price. He didn't know whether the Maybach or Rolls-Royce was a higher-end brand.

However, since these are all top-of-the-line luxury cars, it's normal that this umbrella is probably a complimentary item, and it's better and heavier than a regular umbrella.

The middle-aged man turned his head, put his hand on the steering wheel, and looked at Lu Mingfei through the rearview mirror.

"It's rare to see Zihang go home with his classmates. What's your name? Where do you live?"

"Hello, Uncle, my name is Lu Mingfei." Lu Mingfei answered truthfully, and then gave the address of the neighborhood.

"Ion Aviation's home isn't far, it's on the way."

The middle-aged man started rambling on: "You and Zihang must be very close, right? Your clothes are all wet? Let me turn on the back seat heaters for you, try it out. Zihang knows how comfortable they are!"

Lu Mingfei was speechless, unsure how to respond to the man's words. Chu Zihang, who had been looking out the window, said impatiently, "Let's go."

"Alright!" The man looked up from the rearview mirror, cleared his throat, and gave the command to the center console: "Start!"

The screen lit up the instant the words were spoken, and the car seemed to be instantly electrified. The air was compressed into the turbine and then pushed into the engine, transforming into a roar of steel.

The subtle blue light extends outwards from the center console, while the linear ambient lighting outlines the car body like flowing light within the space.

"High-tech, voiceprint recognition. Only three people in the world can start this car: me, the boss, and guess who the other one is?"

Chu Zihang replied expressionlessly, "I don't care."

Lu Mingfei cautiously observed the two of them, recalling the heartfelt conversation he had with Chu Zihang in the cafeteria of Kassel College before he went to Japan in his previous life.

The man in front of him… must be the father that the expressionless senior mentioned, the one who divorced his biological mother? The two do look quite alike. However, their temperaments are worlds apart. Chu Zihang is cold and arrogant, while this man's temperament… he'd probably believe it if you told him he was Fingel's father!

The Maybach started in the rain, splashing water behind it. Lu Mingfei leaned back in his seat, feeling the support of the car's backrest.