Dragon Raja: Lu Mingfei's Bullet Screen Wish Machine

Liu Miaomiao deliberately spoke loudly to express her dissatisfaction—Yang Qian had gone too far. Lu Mingfei came to visit Su Xiaoqiang, but Yang Qian was thinking about how to embarrass him. Even with Liu Miaomiao's good temper, she was angry now.

"Hmph, you got slapped in the face, didn't you..." Liu Miaomiao thought to herself.

Her cheeks flushed slightly with excitement. After being a good girl for so many years, Liu Miaomiao discovered for the first time that it was so satisfying to roast someone.

Yang Qian could only manage a forced smile in response:

"Lu is quite... good at housework."

These words were actually a bit sarcastic, but seeing Yang Qian's face, which looked like she had eaten a dead child, Su Xiaoqiang felt a surge of satisfaction, and her previous anger dissipated considerably.

As for Yang Qian's ambiguous praise, Su Xiaoqiang didn't care at all; it was just a stubborn woman spouting nonsense.

"There's nothing wrong with being good at housework."

Su Xiaoqiang stood up with a smile, sat down next to Lu Mingfei, and slapped him on the shoulder:

"Everyone has their strengths; some are good at external affairs, while others are good at internal affairs, right?"

I won't talk about it.

Lu Mingfei pretended to be Tang, silently munching on a pear.

Su Xiaoqiang narrowed her beautiful eyes, turned his face towards her, and examined him carefully.

She then realized that the guy wasn't actually bad-looking; he just had droopy eyebrows and eyes, and his back was always slouching, making him look very listless.

If she could tidy herself up properly and get rid of that颓废 (颓废 is a difficult word to translate directly, but it implies a sense of listlessness, decadence, or apathy) vibe, she should look quite photogenic.

She couldn't stand Lu Mingfei's tattered clothes.

"Go out on Sunday."

Su Xiaoqiang poked Lu Mingfei in the chest and said to him.

Lu Mingfei: "What?"

"I happen to be thinking of buying a few clothes."

Su Xiaoqiang crossed her arms over her chest:

"You have such a good eye, can you help me choose one? No problem, right?"

"You just want me to go shopping with you, you can just say so..." Lu Mingfei thought to himself.

Seeing Su Xiaoqiang and Lu Mingfei's "intimate interaction," Yang Qian became a little anxious.

She forced herself to cheer up:

"Qiangqiang, I was just about to say something, after you're discharged from the hospital, what should we do...?"

"I'm sorry, Sister Qian."

Su Xiaoqiang hugged Lu Mingfei's arm, beaming with joy:

"I have an appointment."

………………

Yang Qian's departure could almost be described as a "fleeing in disarray".

Su Xiaoqiang was in a good mood.

Yang Qian is not a good persuader; compared to people who are truly skilled in social interaction, her emotional intelligence is far below average.

The reason is simple: Yang Qian has a brother who is very capable and has truly inherited her father's connections and network of relationships. Her father never intended to groom her as his successor.

Liu Miaomiao was still studying the Kaoyiqin, her eyes sparkling:

"The knitting technique of this sweater is also amazing. I've never seen so many intricate patterns on a Kaoitchen before, and..."

"The yarn seems to have been processed; it tastes different from regular koychen."

Liu Miaomiao couldn't help but bury her face in her sweater, gently rubbing it:

"It actually has a very pleasant, light milky scent..."

"Liu-Miao-Miao!"

Su Xiaoqiang said irritably, "That's my sweater, Lu Mingfei gave it to me!"

It wasn't that Su Xiaoqiang thought Liu Miaomiao was dirty. A sweet and soft little beauty like Liu Miaomiao would definitely have no problem with personal hygiene. But the fact that she kept rubbing against the gift Lu Mingfei gave her made Su Xiaoqiang feel like he was being bullied.

Liu Miaomiao stuck out her tongue a little shyly and returned the sweater to Su Xiaoqiang. After all, Su Xiaoqiang had come to visit her, so of course, she had to respect the patient's opinion.

As for the rest... let's talk about it privately with Lu Mingfei.

Liu Miaomiao didn't stay in the ward for long. The driver was still waiting for her downstairs. Before leaving, Liu Miaomiao asked Lu Mingfei if she needed a ride, but Lu Mingfei refused.

His house and Liu Miaomiao's house were not in the same direction, and the sweater that Lu Mingfei gave to Su Xiaoqiang came from a lucky draw. If Liu Miaomiao asked which online store he bought it from, Lu Mingfei would have a hard time explaining.

However, before leaving, he glanced at the wishes displayed above the piano-playing girl's head:

[Torture Liu Miaomiao!]

Learn a musical instrument and participate in a cultural performance with Liu Miaomiao, playing together as an ensemble.

[I completed a four-hand piano duet with Liu Miaomiao.]

[Surpass Liu Miaomiao in piano playing.]

[Changing Liu Miaomiao into a sailor uniform.]

Let Liu Miaomiao and Su Xiaoqiang fight.

[His feet were trampled under Liu Miaomiao's jade-like feet.]

【…】

Lu Mingfei sighed.

The wishes expressed by Liu Miaomiao in the bullet comments are too difficult to fulfill.

Half of them are related to music.

Unfortunately, Lu Mingfei has neither received proper musical instrument training nor possesses sufficient musical talent.

He can't even tell the difference between a bass and a guitar!

Lu Mingfei could only pin his hopes on the wishing machine—hope that next time he does a ten-pull, he'll get a reward like a master-level piano skill, and then he can grind achievements on Liu Miaomiao!

Only Lu Mingfei and Su Xiaoqiang remained in the living room, the atmosphere somewhat quiet. Lu Mingfei glanced at the clock and said:

"I have something to do, I'll be going now."

Su Xiaoqiang asked an unnecessary question:

"What is it?"

"Go to the literature club."

There's no evening self-study session on Fridays; school ends at 5:30 PM. It's 6:21 PM now, so the book club shouldn't be over yet.

What Lu Mingfei wanted to say was that since Chen Wenwen hadn't left school yet, he could tell her about leaving the club. The club roster was in the president's hands, and he needed to get Chen Wenwen to cross out his name.

However, Su Xiaoqiang clearly misunderstood—

Literary club?

Chen Wenwen, right?!

"You're not allowed to go!"

Su Xiaoqiang spoke out subconsciously, her voice so loud it startled even herself.

Lu Mingfei: "?"

Su Xiaoqiang coughed twice to cover up his earlier shock:

"What I mean is... I'm a patient, right? You can stay with me a little longer, is that alright?"

Alright, since the patient has said so, Lu Mingfei couldn't very well resign. Besides, after thinking it over carefully, he realized that leaving the company didn't necessarily have to be said in person; he could just send Chen Wenwen a message privately.

Su Xiaoqiang brought the Kao Yiqin sweater into the bedroom and changed her clothes in no time. She left the sweater open, wearing a simple white T-shirt underneath, dark gray wide-leg trousers, and black loafers. She looked clean, neat, and exuded a strong aura.

Lu Mingfei gave a thumbs up. Su Xiaoqiang took a step forward, pressed him down on the sofa, and then put one foot on the back of the sofa—specifically above Lu Mingfei's shoulder and next to his head.

Lu Mingfei shrank back, only then realizing he'd been "leg-pinned." Su Xiaoqiang leaned down, gave a sassy whistle, and said:

"Want to grab a bite together later?"

With a long leg draped over his shoulder, feeling the pressure from Su Xiaoqiang's ankle, Lu Mingfei swallowed hard and nodded obediently.

Satisfied, Su Xiaoqiang pulled her leg back, then turned around, moved closer to Lu Mingfei, leaned back, and crashed heavily into the soft sofa.

Seeing how energetic Miss Su was, Lu Mingfei was certain that she was probably alright.

Not long after, the housekeeper who was taking care of Su Xiaoqiang at the hospital brought over dinner. Because Su Xiaoqiang had notified her in advance, she had prepared an extra portion.

Being polite at this point would seem pretentious. Lu Mingfei broke a pair of chopsticks apart, while Su Xiaoqiang took out his phone and sent a message to Chen Wenwen.