Both start in hell: but their talents are multiplied a hundredfold.

After a brief moment of shock, Lu Mingfei tentatively asked, "Brother Shen?"

"That's right, it's me, the strongest crooked-mouthed dragon king." Shen Jue announced his online name quite consciously.

This made Lu Mingfei so embarrassed that he scratched his toes on the ground.

As a self-conscious teenager who was fostered by relatives from a young age, he was no different from a left-behind child.

Before entering Kassel College, Lu Mingfei's personality at this stage was characterized by the slight sensitivity and thin-skinnedness typical of teenagers.

Shen Jue descended from the sky, dressed in an Ultraman suit, and struck a pose in a very embarrassing manner, attracting a crowd of onlookers.

Especially Shen Jue's line, "The king descended from the sky, angry and ferocious."

The awkwardness made Lu Mingfei instantly regret agreeing to go on a trip with Shen Jue.

The crowd gradually gathered around Shen Jue and Lu Mingfei, who were dressed in Ultraman suits, and surrounded them.

Shen Jue seemed to thoroughly enjoy being surrounded by people and being the center of attention.

Lu Mingfei, somewhat distraught, covered his face with his hands.

"Brother! Let's go!"

"No!" Lu Mingfei said in anguish.

The onlookers took out their phones and started taking pictures and videos.

Shen Jue laughed heartily and shouted "Cha!"

Then came a Webster flip, where he jumped up, spun two and a half times in the air, and then knelt on one knee.

Then Shen Jue slowly raised the leather hood, releasing a trace of his dragon bloodline aura.

Stimulated by Shen Jue's aura, Lu Mingfei subconsciously took a step back.

Although Shen Jue's moves were very cool, Lu Mingfei just wanted to get Shen Jue away from the square.

The onlookers nearly had their hearts stop under the oppressive aura of Shen Jue, but the oblivious passersby all started clapping.

"Wow! So cool!"

Several children playing in the square even screamed with excitement.

Only a few passersby who witnessed the entire process broke out in a cold sweat and silently retreated.

Where can a normal person jump from a height of fifty meters unharmed?

For these passersby, witnessing Shen Jue's antics would be extremely dangerous.

In the world of dragons, the existence of dragon hybrids is not a closely guarded secret.

As more onlookers gathered, Shen Jue swaggered across the square with Lu Mingfei.

Passersby frequently asked Shen Jue to take photos with them, and Shen Jue always agreed.

"Brother Shen," Lu Mingfei finally said helplessly, "you're not going to wear this Ultraman suit forever, are you?"

"No matter how much you try to imitate, it will be very difficult for humanity to become a ray of light from 30 million years ago."

"Mingfei," Shen Jue said to Lu Mingfei with a heavy heart while busy taking photos with passersby, "a person must have dreams."

"Otherwise, what's the difference between them and salted fish?"

"But the dream of transforming into Ultraman Tiga from an ancient civilization can only remain a fantasy, right?"

Lu Mingfei gradually got used to Shen Jue's actions, and he said loudly.

"So you're thinking of confessing your feelings to a beautiful woman with whom you have absolutely no romantic relationship?"

"Isn't it also the most complete fantasy?" Shen Jue said, uttering words that made Lu Mingfei unable to hold back.

"Who confesses their feelings to their crush before even exchanging a few words?"

"Ha! A pretty senior is something someone can never have in their entire life!"

Lu Mingfei covered his face with his hands; he was finding it hard to keep his composure.

Shen Jue's words pierced Lu Mingfei's heart like a sharp arrow, shattering his illusion that Chen Wenwen might accept his confession.

"What can I do?" Lu Mingfei said in a low voice.

"If you can't do it, should you just not do it?"

Shen Jue chuckled and led Lu Mingfei away from the crowd to a park bench.

The two sat together, watching the bustling crowd in the square.

"Young man, the feelings of youth are pure and beautiful."

"But as someone who's been there, I have to tell you."

"You can't attract a woman by putting on some boring confession ceremony."

Shen Jue took off the Ultraman suit, tossed his messy short hair, and revealed a handsome face that resembled that of a fantasy god.

In addition, there's the inherent aura of the dragon bloodline.

Lu Mingfei was stunned when he saw Shen Jue's true face for the first time.

"Your most powerful weapon is modeling."

Among the crowd watching Shen Jue and Lu Mingfei from a short distance away, many women shouted excitedly.

"Once you're good at modeling, all those women will have hearts in their eyes when they see you."

"Water is flowing out."

Shen Jue chuckled softly, turning her head to look at Lu Mingfei and said, "You have to admit, as long as the modeling is high quality..."

"Life has become one or two levels less difficult."

"Is there a way to play without modeling?" Lu Mingfei asked instinctively, realizing what was happening.

"Yes," Shen Jue said, looking up at the helicopters circling overhead.

"A woman who is close to others is also very assertive. A vain woman is like a climbing vine trying to climb a big tree."

"One after another, they tried their best to climb up to you."

Lu Mingfei became even more insecure, as he didn't have much money.

"Are there any strategies that don't rely on model building or economy?"

"Good lad, you've really given me a tough challenge now," Shen Jue chuckled.

"But since you asked so sincerely, I'll let it slide."

"I'll reluctantly tell you."

"no."

"Huh?" Lu Mingfei was stunned. He thought Shen Jue would talk about things like chatting, conversation skills, interpersonal skills, and soul resonance.

The crowd in the square grew larger and larger. After Shen Jue took off his headgear, so many women lined up to take pictures with him.

Some women even invited Shen Jue to evening drinking parties and gatherings.

Shen Jue politely declined each request and left the square with Lu Mingfei.

Lu Mingfei's eyes were opened. As a left-behind child living with his aunt, this was the first time he had seen the benefits of good looks.

The two walked side by side on the street. Shen Jue took off his suit and put on a face mask.

"In my opinion, things like chat skills can all be categorized under the modeling branch of emotional intelligence."

"Some women in this world fall for this kind of thing, while others find it disgusting."

"Among billions of people, the only universally effective strategy is modeling and economics," Shen Jue earnestly instructed Lu Mingfei.

"The idea that you can win over your crush by planning a confession ceremony is utter nonsense."

"I think the first step to successfully confessing your feelings is to demystify the woman."

As the two walked down the street, Shen Jue took out her phone and sent a message.

Within minutes, a brand-new Rolls-Royce Phantom pulled up beside them.

That car didn't look like an industrial product at all; it looked more like a private yacht shrunk down to fit perfectly into a parking space.

The car body is an extremely deep midnight blue, but under the streetlights it will shimmer with a layer of metallic light, as if the twilight of an entire deep sea has been pressed into the paint.

The front of the car retains Rolls-Royce's iconic Pantheon grille, each bar straight and austere, yet exuding a certain understated arrogance.

It's as if it's ready to run over not just the road surface, but the boundary between certain social classes.

Lu Mingfei was dumbfounded.

His first reaction wasn't "handsome," but "fake."

It's as if someone took a concept car from the screen and stuck it onto the curb in the real world.

He instinctively took a half step back, afraid that his faded jeans would get a scratch on the paint, even though he was at least three or four steps away from the car.

"Damn it..." Lu Mingfei swallowed hard. All the witty remarks he usually had saved up were now useless, and only these two words were left in his brain's vocabulary, repeating over and over again.

A bizarre sense of weightlessness washed over him, as if he should have been eating instant noodles and playing StarCraft with his online friend Shen Jue in an internet cafe.

As a result, the system malfunctioned and threw him into a dungeon that didn't belong to him.

In this instance, any car parked on the roadside could be enough for him to buy 10,000 top-of-the-line Alienware laptops.

Lu Mingfei lowered his head, looked at the scraped leather on the toe of his shoe, and then looked up at the thin, slightly hunched boy's shadow reflected on the door of the floating car.

Before I could even process the shock, the car door opened.