Starting from the Dragon Clan, it's a 50-50 split

"In...the room?" In the villa hall, Su Tianen's chest heaved and his breathing became rapid.

"This progress is indeed a bit too fast... After all, you... Forget it." Wei Ya seemed to want to say something, but stopped awkwardly the next second.

Su Tianen looked at her speechlessly.

Whose side are you on? Why are you always trying to sabotage us?

"Based on my experience, it has definitely not reached that point." Uncle Li on the side assured confidently.

"Uncle Li, please go knock on the door." Su Tianen smiled bitterly, "If we go, with Xiaoqiang's temper..."

"Okay." Uncle Li agreed.

……

Following Su Xiaoqiang's agreement, the room fell into silence.

Lu Mingfei looked at Su Xiaoqiang.

What's going on with this feeling of being well-behaved and obedient!

Is this really the performance that a little angel can have?

But...but...

What's going on with this inexplicable feeling?

Su Xiaoqiang was also looking at Lu Mingfei, feeling confused. He was curious about how Lu Mingfei was able to survive such a life, how Lu Mingfei became what he is now, and curious...

Soon, as the surroundings became quiet and the two looked at each other, the same indescribable feeling rose in her heart.

That is the throbbing of the soul.

Jump for each other.

It became increasingly quiet, so quiet that his heartbeat and breathing were extremely clear, so quiet that Lu Mingfei was almost suffocating. He subconsciously reached out and grabbed the life-saving straw.

It was the slender hand that let go after entering the house.

The warm and smooth feeling came again, breaking the gradually slowing rhythm and setting off a raging drum beat.

Su Xiaoqiang trembled slightly but did not struggle.

"Boom boom boom!"

There was a knock on the door, and Uncle Li's voice rang out: "Ming Fei, Xiao Qiang... the cake is ready."

The two of them separated from each other as if they had been electrocuted, and two blushes instantly appeared on Su Xiaoqiang's delicate face.

Lu Mingfei stood there blankly.

For a moment, he didn't know whether he was crazy or his body was being controlled by someone, because the only thing in his eyes and mind was the blushing Su Xiaoqiang.

……

"elder brother."

“Here it comes!” Lu Mingfei quickly turned over and sat up, without even putting on his slippers, and ran towards the little boy. This time he made up his mind and gave a flying kick!

Then he fell to the ground with a cry, holding his feet and wailing.

"Brother, I didn't expect you to be so skilled in picking up girls." The little boy looked down at him, his golden pupils still there. Lu Mingfei's kick just now hit him, but the end result was that Lu Mingfei felt as if he had kicked a big rock barefoot, and it was extremely painful.

“What do you mean by skilled? I’ve never flirted with a girl before! I tell you that you can eat carelessly but you can’t talk carelessly!” Lu Mingfei said while hugging his feet with tears on the verge of flowing out.

"Really?" the little boy said softly.

“Don’t talk nonsense or I’ll sue you for defamation. I finally mustered up the courage to do such a thing…” Lu Mingfei was still nervous when he said this. He didn’t know if he was so bold or something else that he actually dared to stay and celebrate Su Xiaoqiang’s birthday with Su Xiaoqiang’s parents after doing those things, and even ate the birthday cake. In the end, he was sent back to his aunt’s house by Uncle Li!

Even Uncle Li praised Lu Mingfei in the car, saying that he was worthy of being the great-great-grandson of Lu Shanyan and had half the style of Lu Shanyan... At that time, Lu Mingfei's [Brave Porcupine] buff had disappeared, leaving him with a confused and shocked look.

Is this something I can accomplish?

Also, this is only half of my great-great-grandfather's style? How awesome was my great-great-grandfather?

Until Lu Mingfei lay down on the bed and fell asleep, he still felt that today was incredible... This incredibleness came from himself. In an instant, he had changed so much that he almost didn't recognize himself.

Is this what the boss always says: after being in decline for so long, you finally have to explode or else you will die of decline?

I guess I'm not that unlucky now, right?

"You just like to shrink yourself, so you think you are really like that." The boy looked at him, "You are the king, brother, but you deliberately make yourself so stupid. Now you release a little bit of your nature because of a girl. How... ridiculous."

"Although I don't quite understand what you say, you are scolding me, right?" Lu Mingfei began to look around for weapons. He didn't believe it!

"Let me help you remember some things..." the boy said softly.

The next moment, the familiar fall came.

In an instant, it was as if lightning passed through Lu Mingfei's brain, and a series of images flashed hideously... It was a girl who looked like a porcelain doll, with dazzling white skin and a face as delicate as a poppy on the ice field. In the end, he hugged her in his arms in the endless snow.

"Oh my God..." With this last thought, Lu Mingfei fell off the cliff.

……

"Do you feel like we are traveling to the next city instead of studying abroad?"

At the entrance of Century Garden, Mo Qiuran saw Chu Zihang and raised the backpack on his shoulder and said.

"A little bit." Chu Zihang nodded in reply, which was rare.

Both of them coincidentally brought only a backpack to carry some necessary documents, and did not have any suitcases at all.

Because the notice Norma gave said that the school dormitories provide bedding and all daily necessities as well as multiple sets of tailor-made school uniforms. The interesting thing is that no one knows where the tailor-made data came from.

After learning the news, Mo Qiuran righteously condemned the capitalists' attempt to corrupt him with money and infringe on his privacy, and then said that he would accept it calmly to show his disdain for such behavior, and prove with his actions that the sugar-coated bullets of capitalism would eventually be eaten by him and he would throw the bullets back...

No matter what he said, Chu Zihang would not respond. At that time, if he talked to Mo Qiuran, he could probably talk to him for half an hour about related topics, ranging from the current world situation to why the Soviet Union failed and disintegrated.

"Then just treat it as a trip!" said Mo Qiuran.

Chapter 60 Senior Fingal

"Ah, I feel like I'm about to be corrupted by the evil capitalism..."

Mo Qiuran expressed such emotion as he walked out of the VIP channel of Chicago International Airport.

Kassel College is very wealthy. Even if there was no first-class cabin on the domestic transfer flight, they booked a business-class ticket for us. When we took the international flight, they arranged first-class cabins for the entire journey. We could order Chinese and Western food, drinks and beverages at will. They even had a special chef and a cookbook, as well as the attentive and considerate service of the flight attendants.

It is really enjoyable.

Chu Zihang ignored him. There was no need to pay attention to Mo Qiuran's remarks at this time. If he did, he would have to face the same train of thought next time... Perhaps only someone with the same train of thought could keep up and respond, right?

However, up to now, it seems that Lu Mingfei is the only one who can follow Mo Qiuran's train of thought and even respond to him... Now in a foreign country, it seems that he can only perform a solo.

"Brother, as the successor of socialism, shouldn't you be ashamed for falling under the temptation of capitalism? How can you say such a thing with such a calm face!"

Just as Chu Zihang was thinking this, a person beside him spoke in fluent Chinese, and one could even hear the tone of grief and sorrow in his voice.

The word "even" is used because when Chu Zihang and Mo Qiuran looked over, they found that this guy was obviously a foreigner. He was tall and burly, with a handsome face buried in his beard. However, he looked like a beggar because of the plaid shirt and bell-bottom pants that looked as if they had not been washed for more than ten days. But to be honest, beggars might be dressed more decently than him.

"How is that possible? I was just joking. Although the sugar coating on the sugar-coated bullet is sweet, the bullet underneath is also very painful. I just plan to eat the sugar coating first and then shoot the bullet back!" Mo Qiuran replied.

"That's right, capitalism, a cannibalistic social system, should be eliminated!" The man was very indignant.

"Well said, you must be a good comrade who grew up in China and was influenced by our socialism!" Mo Qiuran looked touched, as if he had finally met one of his own.

"Oh, actually not. I'm German and have never been to China." The man said, scratching his greasy hair which looked like he hadn't washed it for several days.

"German?" Mo Qiuran was stunned for a moment.

"The enemy of my enemy is my friend. Besides, past events should not affect our current position!" the man said in a serious tone.

"You're right!" Mo Qiuran nodded seriously, "It's my problem!"

The two of them started chatting, and it looked like they were about to become close friends. Chu Zihang was watching from the side... So was it a mistake on his part? Was Mo Qiuran's thinking process normal and common? Otherwise, why would he meet someone with the same thinking process and who could keep up with the pace in such a short while?

"The bad roots of capitalism are reflected in every aspect of life! For example, in this era, we still use the method of giving preferential treatment based on bloodline rating. It's simply a regression of civilization!" the man continued.

"What? There is such a thing!" Mo Qiuran was shocked.

"Yeah, so the school asked me to pick up two specially recruited freshmen. I heard that they booked first-class tickets for the entire journey! The entire journey! I came here by train and ship this year! The school didn't even reimburse my travel expenses. This is the gap between people! Just because of a bloodline rating!" The man had a sad face, but it seemed that he was not indignant about the existence of such a system, but rather that he was envious and jealous because he did not receive such treatment?

Mo Qiuran was silent after hearing this, because after hearing these words——

It seemed that the two freshmen who were envied, jealous and hated were me and Chu Zihang?

To be honest, this kind of treatment is quite comfortable, especially when you enjoy it yourself...

"Hey, guys, are you two here for a trip?" The man asked cheerfully, as if he didn't notice Mo Qiuran and Chu Zihang's reactions.

"That's... about the same, right?" Mo Qiuran thought for a moment, then pulled out a magnetic card ticket with a silver giant tree pattern drawn on the black page from his pocket and waved it in front of the man, "Caselle?"

"...So you are..." The man was stunned, then raised his finger and pointed at him with an expression of disbelief.

"Actually, I am also not happy with the school's discriminatory treatment..." Mo Qiuran was just about to say that he also felt that this behavior was wrong when he felt his hands were suddenly firmly grasped by a pair of big hands like brown bears. Upon closer inspection, it was the man, but the indignant and serious expressions on the man's face were completely gone, and what was left was a face full of... flattery?

"So you are the special freshmen this year! Nice to meet you, I'm Fingel von Frings, your senior! Because Professor Schneider had something urgent to do, he asked Professor Guderian to help with the admission guidance, so I, a student, was sent out without even any hard work pay! But I didn't expect that both of you are so handsome! It seems that you will definitely cause a bloody storm after you enter the school! So how about we make a deal and establish a long-term cooperative relationship?" Fingel spoke a lot of words like a machine gun, even more actively than a salesperson who strives for performance.

"Isn't the adjective 'bloody' inappropriate? We are here to travel... to study! Also, what does long-term cooperative relationship mean?" Mo Qiuran tried to break free from the huge brown bear-like hand.

"Alas, senior, I am a German. My Chinese is not good and it is common for me to use the wrong idioms. As for the long-term cooperation, I will provide you with your autographed private photos and we will split the profits 80% to 20%!" Finkel said proudly. "As the director of the school's news department, I know the principal's secrets and the measurements of the junior students! So I have the most channels! If you want to expand the market, you can definitely find me! I am a fair and honest person in business!"

"What the hell are signed private photos! Does the school have a tradition of star chasing? An 82% score is too outrageous! Knowing so many things, will the principal really not expel you? And does 'honesty' mean not to cheat the elderly or the young, but to cheat those in between?" Mo Qiuran asked.

"Haha, of course not. How could I be that kind of person? In fact, 82 points is not a small amount. You know, even if you have goods, you can't sell them without market channels! The principal thinks highly of me. After all, I'm the president of the news agency!" Finkel laughed and said, "If it's not possible, you can also join our news agency. You only need to pay a membership fee. You don't need to attend meetings or do anything, and you can enjoy all the latest news from our college!"

"If I remember correctly, there is a saying in China that the more you know, the faster you die." Mo Qiuran was not moved at all.

"Damn it, why are the new students this time so smart and hard to fool?" Finkel let go of Mo Qiuran dejectedly, turned around and muttered.

"Hey, I can hear you!"

Chapter 61 Parade - Free Evolution

"You heard it wrong. It's just that because you are about to enter school, the psychological pressure brought by the anticipation and tension of school has overwhelmed the temporal lobe of the brain and caused auditory hallucinations." Finkel turned around and said seriously.

"So, senior brother, you are a medical major?" Mo Qiuran was in awe. After all, one could not offend a doctor.

"You're wrong. Actually, I majored in alchemical machinery... I do all kinds of physical work!" Finkel showed off his huge and strong muscles and said, "Let's go. I'll take you to school... But we have plenty of time. Why don't we go to the burger shop over there to get something to eat? The Coke there is unlimited refills!"

"Senior, don't be so cautious. This guy is a rich man. Just spend his money and we can go to a five-star hotel!" Mo Qiuran patted his shoulder and pointed at Chu Zihang and said, "Of course, some information about the school..."

"No problem, leave it to me. I've told you before, I know everything, from the principal's secrets to the measurements of the schoolgirls! If you want any news about the school, just come to me! Everyone knows that I, Finkel, have a good reputation in the school!"

Finkel understood instantly, and patted his chest with huge pectoral muscles as a guarantee, with a grateful look on his face: "God has mercy on me and I finally met a junior who is willing to spend money! The juniors who came to pick me up before couldn't believe me and were afraid that I would kidnap them or something. People are really not as they used to be!"

Mo Qiuran thought that anyone who experienced your previous rhetoric would think you were a liar!

Of course, Mo Qiuran also had this suspicion, but it was indeed time to eat, and there was not much difference between having more or less people eating. Chu Zihang was rich anyway, and a person who was obviously a veteran could bring a lot of useful information. As long as half of what Finkel said was true, the meal was worth it!

Chu Zihang did not express any opinion. He was very confident in Mo Qiuran's ability to deal with people. He knew that at this time he only needed to play the role of a silent and responsible wallet.

So the three of them did not go directly to the Chicago train station but took a taxi and went straight to a steak buffet. This was Finkel's request. According to him, those high-end hotels these days treat their guests like fools. The dishes are expensive and the portions are small. The only difference is the quality of the meat and the taste. Sometimes they are not even as good as the cheaper ones. So it is better to go directly to the buffet, which is cheap and affordable. Anyway, what you eat is all beef, which is made up of amino acids, proteins and carbohydrates!

Mo Qiuran expressed his admiration for this and said that Finkel was a person of true character, so the two soon began to communicate enthusiastically again, as if they had met each other too late.

But the taxi was stopped by the police halfway.

"Senior, so where are you planning to take us to work illegally? The police are here to stop us!" Mo Qiuran said in shock.

"Impossible! Do you think I am that kind of person? No matter how hard or poor my life was, I would never do something as hateful as human trafficking!" Finkel said solemnly.

"You mean you've done everything else?" Mo Qiuran said.

"I'll go and ask him what he's going to do!" Finkel immediately pushed the door open, got out of the car and walked to the police.

Perhaps because Finger's figure was too intimidating and he was not black, he soon got the news first and returned to the car: "There is a parade ahead, the road is completely blocked, and the car can't move. It seems that we can only get off the car and walk over... But to avoid it, we probably have to take a long detour."

"Parade? What parade?" Mo Qiuran instantly became interested.

"I heard from the police that it seemed to be something about free evolution? I guess it's about genetically modified food or something like that," Finkel said. "This kind of parade is very common in the United States! There's a small one every three days and a big one every five days, and the reasons are sometimes so bizarre that I find them weird!"

"This is the first time I've heard of such a thing as a parade." said Mo Qiuran.

"Is there still time?" Chu Zihang instantly understood what he meant and reminded him.

"It's not too late. This special car doesn't leave until midnight. It's only four in the afternoon now. We have plenty of time!" Finkel also understood what Mo Qiuran meant and showed off his brown bear-like physique. "As a senior student, I have no choice but to help at this time! Don't worry! With me here, you can march in unmolested even if there are many people in the parade!"

"Then let's just go through and see what the parade looks like!" Mo Qiuran said excitedly.

Therefore, Chu Zihang, who was holding the wallet at this time, did not object, although it really looked like he was here for tourism rather than studying abroad... But after what Finkel said, there was still such a long time before the train, and there was no point in going to the train station to wait.

……