Dragon Raja: Lu Mingfei's Bullet Screen Wish Machine

Chapter 105 Xia Mi's Lap Pillow and Zhao Menghua's Fortuitous Encounter (Bonus Chapter, Please Subscribe)

It's probably because their level of socialization isn't high enough.

Compared to Shao Nanyin, who has completely succumbed to human bias and manages to keep everyone from getting the better of her when she's drinking with customers at a KTV, Xia Mi lacks some awareness of the differences between men and women.

It wouldn't hurt to rest her head on Lu Mingfei's lap, so after a moment's hesitation, she agreed to his request.

So Xia Mi, dressed as a maid, sat down at one end of the sofa, put her legs together, and let Lu Mingfei lie on her lap.

Lu Mingfei originally thought that with Xiaolongnu's slender and well-proportioned figure, the feeling of resting his head on her lap would be a bit hard. Unexpectedly, the touch was quite nice. He could feel the warmth and softness of her thighs even through the maid's outfit. His head sank in slightly but still had support. The softness and firmness were just right.

When Lu Mingfei first tried using a lap pillow, he couldn't help but squint his eyes and curl up on his side. Then he heard Xia Mi chuckle.

"Senior brother, you look just like a little baby right now."

Xia Mi couldn't resist pinching his face; perhaps because it felt nice, she gently tugged at it twice.

"I will never call you Mom."

After uttering such a sacred statement, Lu Mingfei opened his eyes, turned over, and lay flat on his back.

He placed his pillow near Xia Mi's waist. At this moment, Xia Mi was leaning forward, and in this position, Lu Mingfei could easily see the ceiling.

Is it a baby? Then it must be very hungry.

Boys and girls of this age, as long as they are physically healthy, will inevitably have some fantasies about the opposite sex's body. This is a normal phenomenon, as taught in health classes, and there is no need to feel ashamed.

Lu Mingfei was no exception. Whether it was the curvaceous Su Xiaoqiang, the quiet and gentle Chen Wenwen, the slender and fair-skinned Liu Miaomiao, or the young and mature Miss Ling, all of them had made his heart race.

Of course, Ms. Xia is an exception.

Perhaps it was because his junior sister was so barren that she was barely better than two fried eggs on a frying pan, or perhaps it was because Lu Mingfei had seen her spinal dragon form before, but in any case, Lu Mingfei had no romantic thoughts at all when he was with Xia Mi.

"Why do I feel like you're thinking something very impolite?"

Xia Mi's eyes became suspicious.

"No, I was actually very polite; I was simply appreciating a pure kind of beauty."

Lu Mingfei was telling the truth.

"That's exactly what makes it impolite!"

Xia Mi gritted her teeth, slapped him on the shoulder, and shook him a few times. "At least treat me like a woman, you bastard!"

""

Although it's unclear whether dragons have a specific gender, female brothers aren't out of the question—Lu Mingfei's head swayed, occasionally bumping into Xia Mi's lower abdomen. You know what, my junior sister's belly is quite soft.

[Enjoy a lap pillow from Jormungandr] Wish fulfilled.

Just then, a thought suddenly struck him.

Open the wishing machine panel and enter the system warehouse. Lu Mingfei then checked an item in the warehouse.

[Fragments of the Book of Stealing Fate]: "A peculiar book that can steal the fate of others. Unfortunately, most of the pages were destroyed by divine punishment, and the spiritual power within the book dissipated. Now it only serves as a broadcasting tool."

When an opportunity to seize arises nearby, it will write the relevant information on a page; the cooldown period is seven days.

Just now, this page of scripture underwent some changes; Lu Mingfei saw that several lines of text appeared on it.

His expression suddenly turned strange:

What was Zhao Menghua's opportunity?

Judging by the days, Brother Zhao should be able to leave the hospital by now.

I just didn't expect that this guy would want to do something so big right after being discharged from the hospital.

However, the content above made Lu Mingfei hesitate for a rare moment.

The word "steal" in "Stealing Fortune Sutra" is fully embodied at this moment. After taking away Zhao Menghua's opportunity, he also has to bear the corresponding consequences.

Although it can be cut off later, it is still a troublesome matter.

After much deliberation, Lu Mingfei decided to seek advice from wise men.

"Junior sister."

He suddenly spoke.

"Um?"

Xia Mi was just twisting his hair into a bunch like a mischievous daughter teasing her father when she heard Lu Mingfei's words, and she stopped what she was doing.

"I have a question for you, brother."

Lu Mingfei's expression was serious.

"Please speak, elder brother."

Xia Mi nodded, fully immersed in the role.

Lu Mingfei said, "I have recently met several women, each of whom is excellent. I can't make up my mind, it's like I'm weighing a scale, I can't balance either way."

There was a woman with a stunning figure, full in all the right places and slender in all the right places, so captivating that one could hardly look away. She was also very poised and generous.

There was a gentle, quiet person sitting there, who made people feel secure and at ease.

There was another girl with a sweet appearance, a voice like a silver bell, and eyes that crinkled when she smiled, making people want to cheer her up.

The last one, though outwardly cold and indifferent, revealed over time that she was only warm towards me; she ignored everyone else and devoted her whole heart to me.

If I choose this one, I fear I'll miss out on three other opportunities; if I drag this out, I'm afraid I'll hurt their feelings. The ancients often said, "Hesitation leads to trouble," so what should I do?

Xia Mi clapped her hands and laughed: "You're just taking your blessings for granted. I've heard that in the past, wise kings never favored any particular flower when ruling the world."

Peonies bloom magnificently, vibrant and flamboyant, making them the most impressive plants in the courtyard; jasmine is pure and elegant, with a subtle fragrance, bringing peace of mind when placed in the study; crabapple blossoms are delicate and charming, clusters crowding the branches, inviting you to pluck a branch and admire it, finding them increasingly adorable; as for plum blossoms, they choose to bloom alone in the depths of winter, requiring a sincere heart to move them.

Imagine a garden planted with only one type of flower: peonies in spring, jasmine in summer, crabapple blossoms in autumn, and plum blossoms in winter—wouldn't that be incredibly monotonous? Wouldn't the beauty of all four seasons be wasted? The ancient sage kings extended their benevolence to all plants, giving every flower its place, precisely because they understood the principle of "each thing has its own beauty." This is the will of Heaven; to follow Heaven and please humanity is the right path.

She continued, "There is an ancient book called 'The Classic of Flowers,' which clearly states that a person who is good at tending a garden will place peonies in the most prominent place, let jasmine accompany the time spent reading, let crabapple blossoms whisper words to the side, and let plum blossoms guard the end of the year. Only when all four are present can the garden be considered truly complete."

The ultimate truth of sages is to guide people to align themselves with the vitality of heaven and earth. If you have affection for those four, then it is Heaven's will to make you a sage king.

After hearing these words, Lu Mingfei immediately understood and was filled with admiration.

An ancient proverb says it well: to love only one person and abandon many other beautiful things is not the heart of a benevolent person; to gather all the beautiful things together, allowing the whole garden to coexist harmoniously, that is true virtue. In this way, lovers in the world will no longer be let down, each with their own place and their own support—isn't this the utopian world that the ancient sages always longed for? The most wonderful truth passed down by the sages lies here.

June 20th.

Friday.

After recuperating for half a month at the Municipal Third Hospital, renowned for its mental health treatments, Zhao Menghua arrived at his place of loyalty (in his own opinion).

Shilan Middle School.

However, he only went to school to clock in and didn't attend any classes. Many of his underlings came to greet him, either spontaneously or voluntarily. Boss Zhao was very happy and invited everyone to a dinner at Sophia Pizza Restaurant. Each person got a pizza and unlimited refills of drinks.

During the meal, a member of the literary society took the initiative to inform me about Lu Mingfei's role as the rotating president of the society, implying that my older brother was avoiding his limelight.

His words were earnest, no less so than Lu Wan's encouragement of Liu Bang to fight Xiang Yu one-on-one.

Upon hearing the name Lu Mingfei, the "Demon Pill," Zhao Menghua trembled slightly, but he didn't care much about the matter of being the rotating president.

Zhao Menghua wasn't interested in club activities; he only joined the literary club because of Chen Wenwen.

But now, he has a better way.

Making an excuse to leave, Zhao Menghua went to the next private room. Compared to his underlings' table, this banquet was much more upscale. Amidst the swirling mist, a dozen or so thugs dressed in black vests and ripped jeans were frantically showing off their black truffle meat sauce pasta and Caspian black caviar, looking like starving ghosts reincarnated.

Zhao Menghua's noodles twitched, but luckily, a blond-haired man with a cigarette stepped out from the crowd and grabbed his hand: "Young Master Zhao, could you add another pizza?"

Upon hearing this, the group of people who had already finished eating and were lying on chairs drying their bellies also started complaining, saying things like the pasta portions at the restaurant were too small and not filling enough.

"Right away, right away."

Zhao Menghua forced a smile. "Damn it, my belly is already round and it's still not enough to fill me up. I'll just stuff you to death."

Given his social standing, Young Master Zhao would normally look down on these thugs, but unfortunately, he needed their help now and had no choice but to fawn over them.

The blond-haired man's real name was Liang Wendao, known in the underworld as "Brother Dao," and he was the leader of this group of thugs.

Zhao Menghua offered Dao Ge a cigarette: "Brother Liang, about what happened this afternoon—"

"Don't worry, brother!"

Brother Dao tucked a cigarette behind his ear and patted his chest: "If you take someone's money, you have to do their bidding. We brothers in this world are the most loyal. She's just a young girl, I'll make sure she gets what's coming to her—"

"Stop, stop, stop, brother, keep your voice down, keep your voice down—"

Zhao Menghua quickly interrupted him. Fortunately, he closed the door after coming in; otherwise, their loud secret plot would have been overheard.

"Remember, don't actually hit them, just scare them a little."

Zhao Menghua emphasized, "There will be red envelopes after the job is done, and all the brothers will get one."

"I understand, I know this stuff all too well."

In the realm of roguish behavior, Brother Dao is an expert: "We pretend to be bad guys to scare that girl, then you suddenly appear as a hero to save her, and in the end, you win her heart—isn't that the idea?!"

"Yes, thank you for your trouble, Brother Dao."

Zhao Menghua said.

During his time in the hospital, Zhao Menghua's mental state improved significantly. There were three mentally ill patients in the hospital who would wander around the wards whenever they had nothing to do. Now, whenever Zhao heard Lu Mingfei's name, all he could think of was "Your Majesty, Your Majesty" and "I am the district chief, I am the district chief."

As a promising young man from Shilan Middle School and a member of a well-off family, Zhao Menghua was once arrogant and proud.

For example, not long after entering high school, Su Xiaoqiang announced that she would pursue Zhao Menghua—although the little fairy's main purpose was to compete with Chen Wenwen to prove her own charm, Zhao Menghua was still secretly pleased.

He was completely unaware that he was being objectified. In Su Xiaoqiang's eyes, Young Master Zhao was just like those dusty handbags in her walk-in closet.

Of course, that secret smugness has now disappeared. Anyone with eyes can see that Su Xiaoqiang and Lu Mingfei are exchanging glances, and Zhao Menghua has become nothing more than a nobody.

Zhao Menghua was a smart man. After being beaten by his father, he realized that he absolutely could not provoke Lu Mingfei now and could only avoid his sharp edge and endure it for the time being.

At the same time, Lu Mingfei's strong rise also made Zhao Menghua vaguely feel the crisis. Now that the literary society is no longer under his leadership, what if Lu Mingfei covets Chen Wenwen and takes her away with her?

After much consideration, Zhao Menghua decided to take the initiative and found Liang Wendao, a notorious hoodlum near Shilan Middle School, to act as his hero in a damsel-in-distress scene.

Faced with Young Master Zhao's request, Liang Wendao readily agreed—because the other party not only treated him to meals and cigarettes, but also offered him payment.

Liang Wendao recently encountered an economic crisis. He originally took advantage of the location to open an internet cafe near Shilan Middle School and made a little money by operating without checking ID cards.

Unexpectedly, a little over two weeks ago, a crazy woman led a large group of people to sweep through the internet cafe, saying she was looking for her son. The police officers went around the internet cafe and arrested several students who had skipped class to go online.

Generally speaking, although it is illegal to allow minors to access the internet, first-time offenders are usually given a lighter sentence.

Unfortunately, this wasn't the first time Dao Ge's internet cafe had been shut down, so it was subject to a rectification package.

Life without money is certainly not easy. During the time he was waiting for the business to open, Dao Ge also took on many part-time jobs.

For example, he drove an electric tricycle to the countryside between 1 and 4 a.m. to transport pets—and was almost caught and beaten to death by the villagers.

When Zhao Menghua came to his door and explained his purpose, Liang Wendao was overjoyed.

He gets a red envelope for acting for ten minutes or so, which is much safer than catching dogs, and this is actually his old profession.

In Liang Wendao's eyes, there are only two kinds of flirting: soft flirting and hard flirting.

The so-called "soft approach" involves starting with casual topics like "You look a lot like one of my classmates" or "The weather is really nice today," and then gradually delving deeper, step by step.

A "hard match" is like a good man like Mr. Liang Wendao, who follows a pretty girl in a long alley, suddenly picks up a brick, rushes up to stop her, and then, holding the brick, says, "Excuse me, I just picked something up behind you. Is this what you lost?"

As the saying goes, "When low mountains and stinky waters meet thunder," and these two hit it off immediately. Dao Ge even patted his chest in a very righteous manner and said, "Young Master Zhao, you'd better beat me up hard, otherwise I won't be able to keep this money in peace."