Dragon Clan: My Dad is Ange

The sound of running water suddenly stopped. Lu Mingfei shook off the water droplets on his hands and wiped them casually on the hem of his uniform.

The corridors were deserted; most students were hiding in their classrooms to escape the early summer heat. His shadow, stretched long by the sunlight, slanted across the honor wall, which was covered with photos of outstanding students.

A full-length mirror is embedded at the end of the honor wall.

Lu Mingfei stopped and saw the boy in the mirror with wheat-colored skin and a well-defined jaw.

He reached out and brushed his hair, the ends of which shone a chestnut luster in the sunlight. Ancient and powerful blood flowed through this body, and every inch of its muscle contained strength beyond that of an ordinary human.

"So fucking handsome." Lu Mingfei grinned at the mirror, revealing his two fangs.

This smile reminded him of the sunny and handsome guys in the American movies he had seen before. At that time, he thought that kind of confident and almost arrogant smile was so cool.

Lu Mingfei was looking at himself in the mirror repeatedly, admiring his own handsomeness, and even occasionally made a few expressions that he thought were handsome.

There's no one in the corridor anyway...right?

Another figure suddenly appeared in the mirror.

Ye Fan leaned against the fire hydrant at the corner, his blue pupils glowing faintly in the shadows.

Chapter 47 After the patter, the 183 boss sorted out the clothes for the 172 milk dog

Ye Fan was wearing a neatly ironed white shirt today, with the cuffs rolled up to his elbows, revealing his smooth forearms.

The sunlight came from the side, casting a straight shadow on the bridge of his nose.

"Are you conceited?" Ye Fan's voice was filled with laughter.

His handsome face, which was perfect from all angles, now had that cheesy smile of an aunt.

Lu Mingfei's ears suddenly felt hot.

He turned around suddenly, hitting his lower back against the windowsill and gasping in pain. "Brother Fan, why are you walking so quietly?"

He rubbed his waist and complained, his voice unconsciously rising an octave.

The back pain was one thing, but being seen by Big Brother while showing off was so embarrassing that Lu Mingfei wanted to find a crack in the ground to crawl into.

Ye Fan walked over and reached out to smooth the wrinkles on his collar.

His fingers were long, with distinct joints, and his nails were neatly trimmed. Lu Mingfei could smell a faint scent of cedar, as if it was emanating from Ye Fan's cuffs.

"The clothes are wrinkled." Ye Fan's voice was very light. "No matter how handsome an S-level hybrid is, he still needs to pay attention to his appearance."

As he spoke, he patted Lu Mingfei's shoulder, with just enough force for Lu Mingfei to feel the warmth of his palm.

Lu Mingfei looked down at his uniform.

Indeed, compared to Ye Fan's meticulous dress, his collar was crooked and the second button was not fastened properly.

But what concerned him more was the "S-level" that Ye Fan had just said - this word hit his heart like a small hammer.

"I'm still far from S-rank." Lu Mingfei muttered, reaching out to fasten the naughty button.

Although he knew that he had become much stronger, he was only stronger because of his youth, and his physical qualities in all aspects had only reached the level of an excellent athlete.

Compared with the top hybrids who are truly like monsters, he is as fragile as Deadpool who can be easily hacked to death by Ye Fan.

"Didn't I tell you that your situation is special? Just take it slow and it will be fine. At your rate of progress, you'll be able to reach S-rank level soon."

Ye Fan chuckled and buttoned his clothes for him.

His eyelashes were almost transparent in the sunlight, fluttering gently like butterfly wings.

"Bloodline doesn't lie," he said. "Even Chu Zihang heard about your performance in class just now."

Lu Mingfei raised his head suddenly, almost bumping into Ye Fan's chin. "Brother, how did you know?"

"Well..." Ye Fan deliberately dragged out the tone, with a cunning light in his eyes, "Guess?"

"Our Lu University genius's wonderful performance in math class has spread."

Hearing Ye Fan's words, Lu Mingfei scratched his head in embarrassment.

The sound of girls laughing came from the end of the corridor.

Several sophomore girls came over with textbooks in their arms, and slowed down their pace noticeably when they saw Ye Fan.

One of the girls with ponytails accidentally dropped her book on the ground, and the pages scattered like a flock of frightened white doves.

Ye Fan bent down to help her pick up the book, his movements as graceful as a bow at the opera house. The girl blushed and thanked him, not even glancing at Lu Mingfei who was standing beside her.

Lu Mingfei felt much more relaxed watching this scene. Compared to Brother Fan, his situation was nothing. He felt more relaxed and at ease this way.

"Let's go, the next class is about to start."

Ye Fan handed the last book to the girl and turned to Lu Mingfei.

His back looked particularly tall and straight in the sunlight, and the hem of his shirt swayed gently with his steps.

Lu Mingfei followed in his footsteps.

He looked at Ye Fan's tall and straight back, always walking in front of him. Lu Mingfei smiled knowingly. No matter what happened, he believed that Ye Fan would always stand in front of him.

This is enough, and he will continue to work hard to become stronger and catch up with Brother Fan.

"By the way," Ye Fan suddenly stopped, "Su Xiaoqiang asked me to tell you that the literature club has an event after school."

He paused, a meaningful smile playing on his lips. "Chen Wenwen specifically insisted that you participate."

Lu Mingfei felt something stirring gently in his stomach. Just hearing the name used to make his heart race, but now it was just a vague, almost nostalgic feeling.

Dragon blood changed many things, including the throbbing that I thought would last forever when I was young.

Ye Fan was very satisfied with Lu Mingfei's current expression. He didn't like Chen Wenwen at all, really didn't like her at all.

To put it in a positive way, girls like Chen Wenwen are literary youths. To put it in a negative way, she is simply a vain person who doesn't care about other people's substantive feelings at all.

Even though she knew that Lu Mingfei liked her, she still let Lu Mingfei play the role of the little i in that banquet.

The i who has neither love nor you and is ridiculed by everyone.

This is no longer a matter of vanity or not, it is simply disgusting.

Although Lu Mingfei is still reluctant to let go, Ye Fan has at least nipped the budding love in the bud.

If the three-year secret crush and the embarrassing experience disappeared, Ye Fan believed that Lu Mingfei would be much more sunny and cheerful.

The battlefield of slaying dragons does not need a timid coward, but a brave old king.

Although it was not a good idea to help Lu Mingfei with such a utilitarian purpose, Ye Fan did not regret it.

"Then will you go?" Lu Mingfei asked back.

Ye Fan looked at the swaying shadows of the sycamore trees outside the window, and the sunlight cast tiny spots of light on his face.

"After all, I'm the former president of the literature club, so it's normal for me to visit the younger students," he said, his tone as casual as if he were discussing the weather. "As long as you don't get scared of a 'male dragon' like me, it's fine."

As he spoke, his eyes flashed dangerously and he glared at Lu Mingfei.

Lu Mingfei nearly choked on his own saliva. His face flushed red, and he said with a wry smile, "I was just kidding."

"Su Xiaoqiang just complained to me."

Ye Fan blinked, then suddenly reached out and ruffled Lu Mingfei's hair, messing up his carefully styled hairstyle. "Don't worry, I quite like this name."

The bell for class rang, and the rapid sound of the bell was like a flock of frightened sparrows fluttering across the corridor.

"Let's go."

Ye Fan turned and walked towards the senior classroom. His back was coated with a layer of gold in the sunlight, like a young god walking out of a myth.

Lu Mingfei stood there, his fingers unconsciously smoothing his messed hair.

The boy in the mirror had bright eyes and a smile that he himself didn't even notice. The sunlight was still gentle, and the shadow of the sycamore tree swayed gently on the corridor floor tiles.

"Oh no, that's bad. I should have told Brother Fan about the party in a subtle way!"

Lu Mingfei suddenly clapped his hands, feeling somewhat regretful. It should have been romantic in that situation.

Forget it, let’s find a way to create some alone time for Brother Fan and the little goddess.

I have to go to school tomorrow, and the author is so sad. I beg everyone to give a five-star rating so that the author can face tomorrow calmly╥﹏╥

Chapter 48: College Entrance Examination! It’s like a huge army crossing a single-plank bridge!

The days that followed were relaxed and carefree. On Fridays, I attended classes during the day to prepare for the college entrance examination, and trained with Lu Mingfei on weekends.

By the way, after my aunt and her family saw Lu Mingfei's transformation, my aunt's attitude towards him changed 360 degrees.

C-level hybrids still have considerable suppressive power over ordinary people. Yes, after another month of training, Lu Mingfei's strength is already comparable to that of ordinary C-level hybrids.

In response to this, the middle-aged portly man named Lu Gucheng laughed and said that he was worthy of being a descendant of their Lu family.

The June wind, carrying the fragrance of locust flowers, blew through the screen. Ye Fan put down the "Five Years of College Entrance Examination and Three Years of Simulation" in his hand and tapped his knuckles unconsciously on the table.

The desk lamp cast his profile on the wall, like a silhouette painting.

The sky outside was a mixture of orange and blue. These two colors were obviously conflicting, but they blended so perfectly in the summer evening.

Ye Weiwei pushed the door open, holding a cup of steaming milk. She was wearing pajamas with cartoon patterns and looked like a girl in her 20s.

"Tomorrow is such an important turning point in your life. Are you nervous?"

She placed the milk in front of her son, a sly glint in her eyes.

Ye Fan took the cup and felt the warmth from his fingertips.

He looked down at the ripples swaying slightly on the milk's surface and suddenly smiled. "It's not that I'm nervous, but rather a little melancholy. Those days called youth seem to be gone forever."

Ye Weiwei was stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter.

She laughed so hard that she almost knocked over the pen holder on the table.

"I thought my son was always so calm!" She wiped away the tears of laughter from her eyes. "So you can also feel sad about the passing of time?"

The sound of cicadas came from outside the window, sometimes far away and sometimes near.

Ye Fan looked out the window at the night scene, and the trees on the roadside cast mottled shadows under the street lights.

He recalled the scene when he first entered Shilan Middle School three years ago - at that time, Lu Mingfei was still a transparent person huddled in the back of the classroom, Chu Zihang was as cold as ice, and he himself...

"Mom, do you still remember what I looked like in my first year of high school?" Ye Fan suddenly asked.