Dragon Raja: Lu Mingfei finds a Freylian

"Ready to go at any time," Kenji Takemiya said, raising his hand.

Mai glanced at him, nodded slightly, and continued on her way.

"With our joint assistance, the two actors will experience the most perfect romance in the world. They will meet the right person at the right time and in the right place. When they finally decide to walk hand in hand into the sacred hall of marriage—"

A young man stood up proudly.

He had been sitting in that inconspicuous corner at the very back of the hall, so low-key that almost no one noticed his presence.

But the moment he stood up, everyone's attention was drawn to him. It wasn't because of his appearance, although he was indeed quite handsome, around thirty years old, wearing an extremely well-tailored charcoal gray three-piece suit, a white pocket square folded into an equilateral triangle tucked into his breast pocket, and his leather shoes polished to a shine.

It wasn't because he stood up that he exuded a powerful aura that said, "From now on, this stage belongs to me."

"Greetings, everyone. I am Haneda from the Shinto Wedding Agency." He bowed slightly. "Our agency specializes in handling all kinds of top-tier weddings. According to the script, we will arrange a royal-level traditional Japanese wedding for the two of you at Meiji Shrine."

"Having booked the entire Meiji Shrine, is there any problem with the Imperial Household Agency?" Mai asked.

Meiji Shrine is not an ordinary wedding venue; it is a sacred Shinto site dedicated to Emperor Meiji and Empress Shōken, occupying 70 hectares of land within the 23 wards of Tokyo, and is one of the most revered shrines in Japan. Ordinary people holding weddings at Meiji Shrine use the shrine's affiliated wedding facilities, and the idea of ​​"booking the entire Meiji Shrine" is simply unthinkable by any reasonable person.

"Our firm has always maintained a good relationship with the Imperial Household Agency," Haneda said without changing his expression. "I assure you all that it will be a wedding of the century, one that will be the envy of couples all over the world."

“Very good.” Mai Shude once again scanned the room. “Any questions? Before the program officially begins, you all have one last question period.”

The beautiful female model, Mitsuki, raised her hand.

"What was the name of this program when it aired?" she asked.

This is a very important question. The name of a reality show, especially one that has been funded to this extent, determines its tone, its positioning, and even its place in cultural memory.

Mai Shude uttered that name.

"Tokyo Love Story".

"Tokyo Love Story".

"A unique and flawless love story in the world."

Chapter 756 Harmony between three people

Lu Mingfei slumped in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, burping repeatedly.

The torrential rain outside the window showed no sign of stopping. The raindrops, dyed by the neon lights, were transformed into countless colorful ribbons that flowed down the glass like an abstract painting that was constantly moving but could never be fixed in shape.

He sat cross-legged on the floor, leaning against the edge of the velvet round bed, one hand lazily resting on his knee, the other idly rubbing his stomach.

He had devoured at least three plates of fatty beef, two plates of enoki mushrooms, and most of a cabbage at that hot pot meal. His stomach was currently undergoing a massive yet slow digestive process, each contraction bringing a deep, languid sense of satisfaction. He burped, the lingering aftertaste of the black dragon sake still rising in his mouth.

On a single sofa not far away, Frillie was reading a book.

She pulled out a Japanese version of "Romance of the Three Kingdoms" from somewhere; the cover was worn and frayed, probably a hotel room book for guests to pass the time.

Lu Mingfei secretly glanced at the page she was reading and discovered that she had already progressed to the Battle of Red Cliffs.

He couldn't help but wonder what an elf magician who had lived for thousands of years would think if he saw Cao Cao fleeing in a sorry state at Huarong Road. It would probably be similar to what he himself would think if he saw a clip from an old TV series he had watched as a child on a video website.

Erii lay on the coffee table, intently fiddling with her pile of small dolls.

Every movement of a doll was carefully considered.

First, she took Master Yoda off the crib and placed him on the edge of the coffee table, facing the teacups, as if he were reflecting on his actions. Then she lifted Barbie from the crib and placed her in the driver's seat of the red toy car, replacing the little monster that had been sitting there.

The little monster was moved to the back row and sat next to Ultraman. Ultraman's silver eyes remained blankly fixed on the front, showing no objection to the seating arrangement.

Rilakkuma and the little yellow chick are still surrounding the teacup, but their positions have been slightly adjusted by a few millimeters, forming a more regular semicircle.

Erii's fingers were fair and slender, and she held the doll carefully, as if she were touching a very fragile work of art.

Lu Mingfei thought that Barbie doll must be completely satisfied at that moment.

After all, going from sharing a bed with Master Yoda to driving a convertible sports car is practically a class leap from the bottom to the upper class.

As for Master Yoda's lonely feelings of being alone in his empty bed with his two big green ears sticking out from under the covers, Lu Mingfei decided not to think about it too much.

The torrential rain pounded against the glass, the overwhelming patter enveloping the entire world. The sound was dense and even, like countless tiny fingertips gently gliding across the glass, occasionally punctuated by the low, drawn-out rumble of distant thunder that echoed faintly throughout the room.

People returning home late jogged past, umbrellas in hand, raindrops bursting open on the transparent plastic umbrellas like tiny, fleeting blossoms.

The streets gradually emptied, and the traffic lights mechanically changed colors—red, yellow, green, yellow, red—casting blurry reflections on the wet asphalt like three colorful eyes blinking in turn.

The room was so quiet that it made me a little uneasy.

This should have been an extremely peaceful scene: outside the window, the rain was pouring down, inside it was warm and dry, the three people were all well and quiet, and no one felt awkward or uncomfortable.

But Lu Mingfei was not the kind of person who could be content with silence. Quietness was not peace for him, but rather a vague sense of unease.

He felt he should do something, say something, to break the silence that enveloped the three of them, like smashing a stone into an overly calm lake.

He wanted to chat with Miss Monster to help her pass the long hours after dinner.

He was stunned for a moment when the thought popped into his head.

Just a few hours ago, he was afraid of Erii, so much so that he would bury his face in his hands when she changed clothes. Now, he actually had the idea of ​​taking the initiative to chat with her.

It was probably thanks to that bottle of black dragon sake that the alcohol temporarily numbed the area of ​​his brain responsible for assessing risk, making him feel that a girl who could steadily pick up enoki mushrooms with chopsticks probably wouldn't suddenly rip his throat open.

Or perhaps it's the effect of that hotpot meal; once you've eaten together, you're practically acquainted. This is a setting written into the underlying code of human society, and even a socially challenged person like Lu Mingfei can't be immune to it.

But he had no experience in striking up conversations with girls.

Is Frilian considered a girl, a little girl who's over a thousand years old?

To be more precise, Lu Mingfei has experience, but it's all experience of failure.

He was so frustrated that he felt even using the word "failure" was an insult to the word.

His resume of flirting experiences is filled with all sorts of horrific cases; any one of them would be enough to make relationship consultant Ryoji Suzuki resign on the spot after hearing it.

He once tried to strike up a conversation with a girl at the next table in a coffee shop, but he said "hello" as "you are," and she thought he was about to sneeze. He once texted a female classmate he knew in the library, typed three lines, deleted two and a half lines, and finally only had "What are you doing?" left. After sending it, she replied "studying" instantly, and then the conversation died, completely dead, without even room for heart and lung resuscitation.

During his high school years, he had a mentor who provided him with a complete theoretical system on the subject of life philosophy.

That man was called Liang Wendao, known in the underworld as Brother Dao. He was a hoodlum from another school who often led a group to block the entrance of Shilan Middle School.

Although Dao Ge was not a proper professional, he had a keen eye for talent and greatly appreciated Lu Mingfei's skill and talent in StarCraft.

Lu Mingfei once used a swarm of human marines to wipe out all of Dao Ge's Zerg bases in thirty minutes, leaving Dao Ge utterly convinced of his defeat. Dao Ge immediately decided to take Lu Mingfei under his wing and teach him all his skills for navigating the world. Among them was the art of flirting.

Dao Ge's theoretical framework is as follows: There are only two types of flirting: soft flirting and hard flirting.

The so-called "soft approach" is to start with a casual topic like "You look a bit like one of my classmates" or "The weather is really nice today."

Dao Ge said that the essence of soft-building lies in advancing step by step, just like playing StarCraft. First, send a Marine to scout ahead and make sure there are no spikes planted at the enemy's door before slowly spreading out your forces.

As for "forced encounters," it's like a fine young man like Mr. Liang Wendao following a pretty girl into a long alley, suddenly picking up a brick from the ground, rushing up to block her path, staring at her apple-like face with a domineering gaze, weighing the brick in his hand, and then uttering a shocking statement—

"Excuse me, I found something behind you just now. Is this what you lost?"

Chapter 757 Frilian: Lu Mingfei, don't peek at Erii taking a bath.

Lu Mingfei still clearly remembers the expression on Dao Ge's face when he said those words: his eyebrows were raised, his mouth was slightly crooked, and his eyes were a mixture of 60% confidence and 40% provocation, as if he was holding not a brick but a heavy piece of sincerity.

Dao Ge claims that this trick has a success rate of up to 50%, because the girls will either be so scared that they turn around and run away, or they will be amused and burst out laughing, and as long as they laugh, there is a chance.

Lu Mingfei pressed Dao Ge for details about what happened to the girls who ran away, but Dao Ge waved his hand dismissively and said it was nothing to worry about, that people in the martial arts world don't concern themselves with such trivial matters. So Lu Mingfei wisely refrained from asking any further questions.

Lu Mingfei knew he didn't possess the same toughness and courage as Mr. Liang Wendao. He couldn't bring himself to confess his feelings to a girl while carrying a brick, even if he downed the remaining half bottle of Black Dragon Sake.

So he decided to take the soft approach. Although the soft approach is a long-term strategy, at least he wouldn't end up in the police station.

Lu Mingfei lay on the coffee table and wrote a line of crooked words on the notepad. His handwriting had never been good. All his homework in high school had been marked with the words "sloppy handwriting" by his teacher. Then he pushed the notepad in front of Erii.

"It's raining really hard."

Five words, a period. After writing it, he himself felt that the sentence was so boring that it was outrageous, like the kind of nonsense that two strangers would spout when they were stuck at a bus stop waiting for the rain to stop.

But as Dao Ge taught me, a soft opening doesn't need to be exciting, it just needs to be safe. Telling a girl who could freeze the whole of Tokyo into an ice sculpture, "It's raining heavily," at least won't trigger her aggressive instincts.

Erii glanced down at the notepad. Her eyelashes cast two soft shadows in the warm red light, then she picked up a pen, wrote a few words on the notepad, and pushed it back.

"I'm going to take a shower."

Lu Mingfei stared at those words for a full five seconds.

Within those five seconds, the area of ​​his brain responsible for making sarcastic remarks experienced a volcanic eruption.

Hey! How do you, a Japanese person, know the classic dialogue between a goddess and a loser?

You've been locked up in that building for twenty years, never left the house or gone online. You shouldn't be so familiar with these old internet memes! Can you give me some face? Although the five words I wrote were indeed incredibly boring, it shouldn't have ended the conversation so abruptly, right?

According to Dao Ge's theory, shouldn't I retreat when the enemy advances, change the topic, and continue the flanking maneuver?

Before Lu Mingfei could finish his internal monologue, Erii had already put down her notepad and started to untie the belt of her pajamas.

Her movements were extremely natural, just as composed as when she took off her clothes in front of the French windows last night. She gathered her five fingers, pinched the knot of the belt, and gently pulled it outwards, and the bow silently came undone.

In that instant, Lu Mingfei's brain went through the entire process of freezing, then being forced to restart, and finally freezing completely.

His retina faithfully recorded an image—slender fingers, a loose white belt, the edge of a slightly unbuttoned pajama top. Then, his optic nerve transmitted this image at high speed to his cerebral cortex, but the cerebral cortex refused to process it. The image got stuck in an indescribable buffer, and a dense array of red error windows popped up.

Frillie stood up from beside him, and closed the Romance of the Three Kingdoms with one finger.

She raised her other hand, her fingertips drawing an arc in the air, silver light flowing from them and spreading out in mid-air as a semi-transparent curtain of light.

I could vaguely see the outline behind it, but I couldn't make out any details.

"Don't look at what you shouldn't see. Don't peek at Erii taking a bath. Keep watching your rain," Frilian said.

Lu Mingfei mechanically turned his head, facing the floor-to-ceiling window.

The torrential rain was still pouring down outside the window, and the red traffic lights blurred into a hazy ball of light in the mist, like a bloodshot eye.

His ears caught the subtle sounds behind him—the rustling of fabric, the soft thud of bare feet on the tatami mats, the rolling sound of the bathroom sliding door being pulled open. Then came the gurgling sound of a tap being turned on, the water seeping through the frosted glass and into the air of the room.

A few minutes later, the light curtain that Frillian had spread in the air quietly dissipated.

Lu Mingfei cautiously glanced behind him out of the corner of his eye. All that remained on the ground was a pile of red and white shrine maiden outfits. The bright red hakama, the white suban, and the obi embroidered with dark patterns were laid out on the floor in layers from the outside in.

Each garment retains the shape it was in when it was taken off; the sleeves still bear the curve of the body that passed through them, and the neckline still shows the outline of the shoulders and neck.

The bathroom echoed with the sound of rushing water. Hot water pounded against the tiled walls, the glazed surface of the bathtub, and the cast-iron Venus-staff-held water bottle.

Lu Mingfei suddenly remembered the origin of that shrine maiden outfit. Erii had worn this outfit when she was at Genji Heavy Industries; it was a red and white shrine maiden outfit, and the wide sleeves would look like two small flags when the mountain wind filled them.

She wore this outfit as she walked out of the building that had imprisoned her for twenty years, wore this outfit as she entered the love hotel, wore this outfit as she sat by the floor-to-ceiling window watching birds fly for four hours. Now this outfit lies spread out on the floor, like a cicada shedding its skin, having completed a stage of its mission.