Dragon Raja: Lu Mingfei Returns from Japan

Moreover, Lu Mingfei's upright posture and leisurely demeanor even gave Su Xiaoqiang the illusion for a moment that "this guy has a bit of the refined temperament of an old British gentleman."

This forced Su Xiaoqiang to reassess Lu Mingfei.

Perhaps this guy just seems a bit unlucky, and there's a side of him she doesn't know about?

However, this idea was immediately abandoned when Lu Mingfei passed by a high-end dessert shop, picked up two pieces of tiramisu for tasting with a toothpick, and showed a smug expression on his face.

Where did this "old British gentleman" come from? He's clearly just a "foolish loser." I must have misjudged him.

Su Xiaoqiang sighed, rubbing her forehead.

"Su Xiaoqiang, why don't you try one too?" The voice came from in front of me.

Su Xiaoqiang was stunned. She lowered the hand that was rubbing her forehead and saw a toothpick with a small piece of tiramisu cake stuck in front of her. When she looked up, she saw Lu Mingfei's face.

“The cakes at this dessert shop are pretty good, much better than those at Open Mind next to Shilan Middle School, and the prices are about the same.” Lu Mingfei rattled off a whole bunch of things. “I specially got one for you to try.”

Want to try some?

What to taste?

This tiramisu cake?

Su Xiaoqiang stared at the tiramisu less than ten centimeters from her lips, inhaling its sweet aroma, and her brain's CPU began to burn.

What does he mean by this? Does he want me to take it and eat it myself, or does he want me to be fed?

I should have taken it and eaten it myself, since he and I are just ordinary online friends, not that close.

But if he wanted me to take it myself, why did he hand it so close, practically to my mouth?

Ugh, I hate boys who have no sense of boundaries!

As Su Xiaoqiang's mind wandered, she forgot that she herself was also a girl without a sense of boundaries.

As if possessed, Su Xiaoqiang lowered her head, took a big bite, and ate the piece of tiramisu cake that was next to her lips.

As the light and sweet flavor slowly unfolded on her tongue, Su Xiaoqiang, her ears turning slightly red, carefully savored the taste of this small piece of tiramisu.

Yes, it's really good. The taste is more upscale than many of the private dessert shops I've been to. This guy has pretty good taste.

Su Xiaoqiang tried to distract herself.

Lu Mingfei was taken aback. He only intended to hand the tiramisu to Su Xiaoqiang, but he didn't expect her to eat it directly.

However, Lu Mingfei didn't mind Su Xiaoqiang's behavior and asked, "Is it delicious?"

"It's barely passable," Su Xiaoqiang replied with a touch of arrogance.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the central courtyard corridor.

Liu Miaomiao linked arms with Qiao Yiran, walking and chatting happily.

"Miaomiao, your foot was only a little better yesterday, and you asked me to come out shopping with you today. Is it really alright?"

“I told you it’s nothing. Dad had the doctor examine me, and it was just a minor soft tissue contusion. It was completely healed yesterday.”

Liu Miaomiao smiled and waved her hand, "The doctor also said that it was thanks to the emergency treatment at the time that the sprain recovered so quickly."

"Hmph, at least Lu Mingfei has some common sense, knowing that you can't walk after a sprain and you need to immediately use a bandage to immobilize it," Qiao Yiran snorted.

"Oh, right, Miaomiao."

As if remembering something, Qiao Yiran gently clasped her hands together in front of her chest. "The delicious new dessert shop that I mentioned, Ocean Classic, seems to be nearby. Shall we grab something to eat and rest before continuing our shopping?"

"Okay, okay, where is it?"

"If I remember correctly, it should be right across the street."

Qiao Yiran's gaze swept across the wide atrium, looking towards the shops opposite.

"It's right across from us, that No Name dessert shop, look." Qiao Yiran pointed in a certain direction.

However, as soon as she extended her finger, Qiao Yiran froze, and then her expression turned strange.

Liu Miaomiao, however, did not notice the change in Qiao Yiran's expression at all, and looked in the direction Qiao Yiran was pointing: "Where is it?"

Then, the smile on Liu Miaomiao's face froze, like a flame suddenly thrown into an ice cellar of absolute zero and frozen solid.

In front of the dessert shop, Lu Mingfei was personally feeding cake to a pretty girl whom Liu Miaomiao had never seen before.

Lu Mingfei looked happy and composed, while the girl blushed slightly. Laughter and jubilation filled the air around them.

All the laughter and jubilation belonged only to the other side of the courtyard. Liu Miaomiao at this side felt as if the surrounding environment suddenly went silent. Suddenly she couldn't hear anything, as if someone had pressed the mute button on her brain.

Is Chapter 51 a bit too early?

Just as Qiao Yiran was about to wave her hand and say, "How about we skip the dessert and go shopping instead?", she turned her head and saw that Liu Miaomiao's gaze had already crossed the courtyard and was looking across the street.

The smile on his lips vanished instantly, shattering into pieces on the ground.

Damn it, it's too late.

Seeing the instant gloom on Liu Miaomiao's face, Qiao Yiran panicked and wanted to comfort her, but when she opened her mouth, she didn't know what to say.

Having never experienced a similar situation, she had no experience in comforting people in this kind of predicament...

……

On this side of the courtyard, Su Xiaoqiang, realizing that her behavior just now seemed a bit intimate, suddenly turned around and rubbed her slightly flushed face with the back of her hand.

Why did I act so impulsively and accept this guy's food? To outsiders, wouldn't we look like...?

Su Xiaoqiang felt both embarrassed and annoyed.

For some reason, she seemed to let loose more easily in front of Lu Mingfei.

Her eyes flickered slightly as she glanced across the courtyard and noticed two girls staring at her.

They looked like middle school students, about the same age as me, cute and bright, all pretty girls.

One of the girls had her eyes downcast, her pretty face filled with a forlorn expression, and it was unclear what was causing her sadness.

Su Xiaoqiang tilted his head and pondered for a moment, confirming that he did not know the two girls.

Since I don't recognize him, then perhaps it is...

Su Xiaoqiang turned around and gently poked Lu Mingfei's shoulder.

Lu Mingfei was hesitating whether to go and sample some more desserts when he noticed Su Xiaoqiang poking him with her pink-manicured fingers.

"What's wrong?" Lu Mingfei asked. "Do you want another piece?"

"Pah, pah, pah, do you think everyone is a foodie like you?" Su Xiaoqiang wrinkled her nose, spat a few times in disgust, and pointed her slender finger at the opposite side, "Those two girls over there, do you recognize them?"

Lu Mingfei followed Su Xiaoqiang's finger and looked across the courtyard, his gaze meeting Liu Miaomiao's sorrowful and lonely eyes.

Holy crap! What's this little brat doing here?!

This girl's ankle is still injured, isn't it? She went out shopping just two days ago, what if the sprain gets even worse?

Lu Mingfei's first concern was Liu Miaomiao's ankle injury.

Then he realized something was strange.

Why does that little girl look at me with such sadness? Like a heartbroken girl who's discovered her boyfriend's infidelity.

In his daze, he suddenly noticed the toothpick he had used to stick the tiramisu cake in his hand.

Wait a minute, could it be that Liu Miaomiao saw Su Xiaoqiang eating the cake from her hand just now?

……

"Let's go, Yi Ran." Liu Miaomiao suddenly turned her gaze away from the distance, looked down at her toes, and said.

She's always like this; whenever she's nervous or sad, or whenever her emotions are off, she'll look down at her toes.

This is what her piano teacher taught her when she first started learning piano.

That was a kindergarten talent show, and it was also the first time she had to play the piano in front of everyone.

She wasn't a naturally lively and confident girl. Although she had rehearsed several times beforehand, she still felt timid when it came time to go on stage.

At this point, her piano teacher told her that if she felt nervous about performing on stage, she shouldn't look at the audience, but rather look down at her toes. She did as she was told.

Although she still stumbled over her performance that time, she had the courage to play an entire piece in front of everyone.

From then on, she developed this habit: whenever she felt an overwhelming surge of emotions, she would look down at her toes.

But why didn't it work this time?

She watched as the tips of her shoes blurred in her vision, like a layer of mist obscuring her view. A tightness settled in her chest, as if something was stuck near her heart, making it hard to breathe.

This feeling was strange. Even when she mustered up the courage to invite Chu Zihang to take her home on the way back and was rejected, she had never felt this bad.

Qiao Yiran originally wanted to pull Liu Miaomiao away because she was afraid that Liu Miaomiao would be sad, but when she saw Liu Miaomiao's tearful appearance and heard her say that she wanted to leave, she felt a little resentful.

"Leave? Why would you leave?" Qiao Yiran said indignantly, "Are you just going to stand by and watch that scumbag Lu Mingfei flirt with other girls?"

“Lu Mingfei has nothing to do with me,” Liu Miaomiao suddenly said.

Qiao Yiran was stunned. It seemed to be true. In terms of relationships, Lu Mingfei and she and Miaomiao were just ordinary friends.

It was just because of a few ambiguous events that had happened before that she subconsciously connected Lu Mingfei and Miaomiao.

Moreover, when Miao Miao and Lu Mingfei met alone on Wangfujing Street, Miao Miao had told herself beforehand that she wanted to lay her cards on the table with Lu Mingfei in advance, to tell him indirectly that she didn't like him and that he should give up on her and they could just be good friends.

Since Miaomiao was the one who laid her cards on the table first, it seems that her side has even less reason to accuse Lu Mingfei of anything.

Qiao Yiran slowly turned her gaze to her best friend beside her.

Miaomiao... It seems like you've gotten yourself into this mess this time.

But damn it! I still can't swallow this insult!

Miaomiao was here first!

"That hateful guy Lu Mingfei, how come he has such good luck with women!" Qiao Yiran gritted her teeth. "I curse him to never have a fork when he buys instant noodles, to have his mouse malfunction halfway through surfing the internet, and to never have a flat Coke!"

After delivering a precise and fierce blessing to Lu Mingfei, Qiao Yiran went over and took Liu Miaomiao's hand, saying:

"Let's go, I'll take you home. This kind of guy isn't worth your tears. He just ate your birthday cake a couple of days ago, and then he went and fed other girls cake..."

Liu Miaomiao silently wiped the corner of her eye with the back of her hand, then suddenly turned around.

"Let's not go any further, shall we go get some dessert?"