Dragon Raja: Lu Mingfei's Bullet Screen Wish Machine

As a spoiled brat who grew up in a foster family, Lu Mingfei learned to read people's expressions and moods at a very young age.

From the moment that woman named Yang Qian walked in and saw him, he sensed a malice.

More importantly, he didn't see any comments above her head.

She was already unfriendly to him, and Lu Mingfei had no way to get any wish points from her. If he went up to her and started talking to her now, it would be too demeaning for him.

He will never do that again.

"Click."

The sweet flavor explodes in your mouth.

The pear flesh was crisp and juicy, and Lu Mingfei couldn't help but squint his eyes.

Yang Qian noticed this guy loading goods—he was so serious and focused even while eating a pear, what else could he be but pretending to be profound? And look at his outfit, cheap pants and cheap shoes, his trench coat was neither new nor old, he looked like a poor boy who couldn't afford much money and was trying to take advantage of Su Xiaoqiang.

A hint of disgust flashed in Yang Qian's eyes. She always believed that people should know their place, and those at the bottom should stay there and not touch things they are not qualified to touch.

As for her pursuing a better life... can that be the same?

With this malicious intent, Yang Qian's gaze swept over Lu Mingfei and quickly spotted the old schoolbag beside him.

Su Xiaoqiang obviously wouldn't use such a shabby bag, nor would the pretty girl next to her—although Yang Qian didn't know the other person, she could recognize the designer clothes the pretty girl was wearing. As the saying goes, respect the clothes before respecting the person. Although Liu Miaomiao looked well-behaved, Yang Qian didn't underestimate her.

Even stronger evidence is that the tattered backpack contained a large paper bag, the kind of common bag used for packing clothes.

Only guys who don't understand the importance of ceremony would just throw clothes in a store bag after buying them and give them away as gifts. If a girl is giving a gift, she would at least use a gift box of the same quality as the clothes.

"Qiangqiang, is this little boy your friend?"

Yang Qian's eyes darted around, as if she had just noticed Lu Mingfei, and she asked deliberately.

Just as Su Xiaoqiang was about to answer, Yang Qian said with "pleasure":

"Oh, the little brother even brought a gift."

As she spoke, she reached for the paper bag with ill intent.

Su Xiaoqiang was taken aback for a moment, then her expression changed as she guessed her intention.

The bag Yang Qian brought was worth about two thousand yuan, which was enough as a gift to visit a patient. Given Liu Miaomiao's family background, the things she brought wouldn't be cheap either. But Lu Mingfei... he definitely couldn't afford to prepare that much money for a gift.

It might be a counterfeit brand-name item from a small workshop, or a handicraft from a two-dollar store, or even notebooks and stationery related to studying...

Actually, Su Xiaoqiang would be happy no matter what gift Lu Mingfei brought, or even if he brought nothing at all. She doesn't need these things; they're all classmates, and his presence is the thought that counts.

But Yang Qian clearly intended to expose what Lu Mingfei had given her on the spot, putting him in an embarrassing situation.

Undoubtedly, even if Su Xiaoqiang didn't care about the price of the gift, Lu Mingfei would still feel embarrassed and ashamed after seeing the comparison.

Su Xiaoqiang felt a surge of anger and reached out to snatch the paper bag that Yang Qian had already taken. Yang Qian naturally refused to let her have her way, and the two fought in mid-air, both of them grabbing the bag at the same time.

And so, naturally, there was a ripping sound.

The paper bag was torn to shreds.

A clump of off-white substance fell down.

Liu Miaomiao reacted quickly and caught it.

"Wow, it's so heavy."

Liu Miaomiao asked in surprise.

What she was holding in her arms was a sweater that looked very rough.

The overall design is predominantly off-white, accented with jacquard patterns in charcoal gray and dark brown, creating a classic earth-tone combination. It has a thick, coarse wool-like texture, a rounded shawl collar, two pockets sewn at the waist, and a large bird pattern with outlining on the front. The collar, cuffs, and hem are decorated with serrated patterns, giving it a very dignified and vintage look.

Yang Qian glanced at it only once and then laughed:

"It's such a simple style. I wonder if my grandmother ever wore this when she was young."

"I like it this way!"

Su Xiaoqiang snorted and reached for it, but Liu Miaomiao recoiled as if she had been electrocuted and hugged the sweater to her chest.

Su Xiaoqiang: "?"

"This is a... Koychen sweater."

Liu Miaomiao showed them the front of the sweater:

"This is a national treasure of Canada, and it has been presented as a state gift many times in history. It is the Thunderbird totem. I remember that its symbolism is strength, protection and order, which is very suitable for a leader with a strong presence and a sense of responsibility."

Hearing this, Su Xiaoqiang straightened her back slightly with a hint of pride—it is said that Sister Su is righteous and generous, and Sister Qiang is generous and righteous. As the leader of Shilan Middle School, Miss Su has a strong sense of honor.

Yang Qian had certainly heard of Koychin sweaters, and realizing she had been prejudiced and misjudged the product, she quickly added:

"Is it from RRL? Their kauchin is quite popular, but I don't think it's sold in mainland China. I have a friend who does personal shopping services, and she told me that high-end products don't have large quantities available. Their kauchin sells out as soon as it hits the shelves, and you can't even buy it by queuing up. Don't let them fool you, little brother."

On the surface, it's out of concern, but in reality, it's a subtle way of belittling Lu Mingfei for being ignorant and not even knowing where to buy genuine products.

"No, that's not it."

Liu Miaomiao turned the sweater inside out and pointed to the label sewn on the inside:

"Genuine Cowichan Indian Knit, the real Cowichan knit has this inscription and a unique registration number. It's the certified trademark of the Cowichan tribe. Every piece is hand-woven by the indigenous people... The RRL one is mass-produced."

Su Xiaoqiang was somewhat surprised:

"Liu Miaomiao, how do you know so much?"

If we're just talking about brands and fabrics, Su Xiaoqiang can rattle off a lot of information, but Liu Miaomiao's research in this area is far too detailed.

"Actually, I often organize activities for the handicraft club."

Liu Miaomiao was a little embarrassed, because saying it like that seemed like she was praising herself for being "skillful".

Well, as a young girl who passed the piano grade 10 exam at a young age and won awards left and right, she can certainly be described as skillful and dexterous.

Yang Qian sensed something was wrong. Although she didn't understand the textile industry, there was one thing she understood:

"Is this... very expensive?"

Liu Miaomiao nodded vigorously:

"In Taiwan, indigenous handmade kauichi is even harder to buy than RRL's, and the pattern on this sweater is very intricate, so it costs a lot more, almost just for one sleeve..."

Liu Miaomiao pinched the shoulder of the sweater with her hand, then pinched a little more:

"Then you can buy one of these bags."

She pointed to the Kate Spade Sam bag that Yang Qian had brought.

Yang Qian's face darkened instantly.

It's supposed to be a mid-range luxury handbag, yet they only offer to replace one sleeve?