Dragon Clan: Lu Mingfei's Growth Life Simulator

"You...you're here too, what a coincidence."

Chu Zihang shook his head, and the white towel hanging around his neck swayed slowly:

"Unfortunately, I come here to run every morning."

"I was a little surprised to meet you."

“It’s Saturday, I thought it would be great if you could come to the Kendo Club in the morning to take the test.

I didn’t expect you to come here to exercise.”

Lu Mingfei looked confused, then slowly widened his eyes and asked a question.

What the hell?

Saturday!

Is it the Saturday without classes defined by Wikipedia?

He even carried a bunch of books to school, but he didn’t expect that today is Saturday?

He was also surprised that there were no people along the way. Even the security guard looked at him as if he was looking forward to seeing a good student.

After all this fuss, is today Saturday?

Yes, Shilan High School, even though it is a high school, has Saturdays and Sundays.

Well, it’s all the simulator’s fault!

It was so real, so real that he even got the time wrong.

Then he smacked his lips and nodded to himself.

Come to think of it, if it weren't for the free time on Saturday, the literary club would have no chance to organize a meet-up.

Um.

Lu Mingfei frowned subconsciously.

When it comes to the literature club, he always feels like he has forgotten something.

"Are you still not awake?"

Chen Wenwen looked at the chat box with only her long message but no reply, and found that Lu Mingfei had not yet joined the literature club group. She frowned and shook her head, and put the club establishment form in a book.

It would be impolite if you wake up but don't reply to the message.

"no"

Lu Mingze stretched out the quilt that was forcibly lifted by his mother, and desperately covered his lower body in the morning in an attempt to preserve his chastity.

The whole fat face, wanting to cry but no tears:

"Mom! What are you doing? It's only seven o'clock and I'm still sleeping."

"Why are you sleeping?" Auntie scolded, holding a spoon in her left hand:

"You'll be late if you sleep any longer!"

"Why are you late?" Lu Mingze sighed to the sky:

"Oh my god, today is Saturday! Saturday!"

Ka——!

Auntie's body stiffened, and she suddenly recalled Lu Mingfei getting up in the morning. She frowned, and something was not right.

After thinking for a while, she shouted to Lu Mingze:

"Then get up quickly, sleep, sleep, sleep, all you do is sleep!"

"Your cousin has already gone to school with his schoolbag on his back."

"Don't sleep anymore. After dinner, go practice the piano."

"My cousin is going to study?"

Lu Mingze looked at his mother who turned around, with an expression of doubt about life.

Saturday, morning, schoolbag, study, put together is very inspiring.

But once the word "Lu Mingfei" is added, why does it become more and more weird?

"That guy Lu Mingfei,"

Lu Mingze put on his pants lazily:

"You're not dating anyone, are you?"

Do not!impossible!

No one would ever fancy his unlucky cousin.

If there is, that person must be a gay who likes little bottoms!

Lu Mingze thought with malice.

At this moment, Lu Mingfei and his mother Chu and senior brother Chu.

"Brother Chuchu."

In the somewhat empty kendo club, Lu Mingfei, holding a wooden sword, stood opposite Chu Zihang, who had a serious look on his face.

"Forget about being so serious, but don't we wear protective gear?"

Chu Zihang shook his head, his movements were standard and his words were concise:

"Don't worry, I've been practicing kendo for several years, you can't hurt me."

Lu Mingfei suddenly felt like crying but had no tears.

But I'm afraid you'll hurt me.

"Don't worry, I know my limits."

Chu Zihang took a step forward and then spoke.

"Generally speaking, in kendo, you only get hurt if you meet a worthy opponent."

"The gap is too big, so it's not easy to get hurt."

Chu Zihang paused and added:

“Unless you have extraordinary talents.”

Well--!

Lu Mingfei felt a tightness in his chest.

Senior Brother Chu, has anyone ever told you that you look serious but sometimes you look mean?

"This is the quickest way to test your talent,"

Chapter 18 Draw the knife!

Chu Zihang raised his head.

"Only in this way can I determine the training method that is most suitable for you."

"You go first, Mingfei."

"Brother Chu, what you said is as if I have been approved by the Kendo Club to join."

We haven't even started yet, but they've already started arranging training plans.

Lu Mingfei was so immersed in his own nonsense that he didn't even notice the man opposite him saying "hmm" in affirmation.

In Chu Zihang's opinion, Lu Mingfei, who began to exercise on his own and broke his limit in a running race, although a little old, is indeed qualified to join the Kendo Club.

I just don't know what talent is.

Lu Mingfei slowly closed his eyes, opened them again, picked up the wooden sword, and placed it against his cheek.

Om-!

Chu Zihang wasn't sure if it was his illusion. At that moment, he seemed to see the shadow of a boy in blue on Lu Mingfei.

The boy looked only ten years old, and it seemed that he had never touched the blade, but the reason for drawing the knife in his heart was stronger than anyone else.

In order to achieve that goal, he would even risk his own life if necessary!

This determination forced Chu Zihang's originally relaxed muscles to subconsciously tense!

"Xiao Qiang, that's Chu Zihang. What do you think? He looks better in person than in the photo."

"The way he holds the wooden sword is so cool."

The unknown girl looked at her companion beside her.

Her Portuguese ancestry has given her deep facial features, and the heritage of the great Eastern country has added a touch of warmth to her.

A tight sports skirt of no obvious brand, paired with a pair of exquisite black tights.

They look like street goods, but no one dares to deny that they are expensive.

Because the one wearing them is Su Xiaoqiang, known as the little angel - a girl who will never lose to anyone when she dresses up.

Of course, the prerequisite is to shut her mouth.

"Yes, Chu Zihang will be even more handsome in a while!"

Su Xiaoqiang didn't look at Chu Zihang. Instead, she gritted her teeth and stared at Lu Mingfei, who was standing opposite Chu Zihang, with fierce eyes:

"Especially when he smashes the wooden sword hard on some ungrateful bastard."

That ungrateful bastard actually dared to say in front of her that this year's campus belle is that white lotus Chen Wenwen!

Outrageous!

A loser with no sense of taste! A loser with a distorted sense of aesthetics!

You must be punished!

But everything on the court did not develop as Su Xiaoqiang expected.

Wow——!

The wooden sword broke through the air, and the wind was blowing.

There was no technical skill involved in that move.

Just pure courage to move forward!

At that moment, Su Xiaoqiang finally understood.

original,

When a defeated dog raises his head, he becomes a lion.

The poor boy straightened his back and became a warrior.

For the first time in real life, Lu Mingfei

He swung the sword with his first blow!

"hiss--!"

Lu Mingfei fell to the ground in a mess, clutching the hilt of the knife tightly.

He covered his red forehead and looked at Chu Zihang who seemed a little dazed.

"Brother Chu, didn't you say you wouldn't get hurt?"

Chu Zihang touched his numb throat and said nothing.

"Sorry, I didn't expect that"

Recalling the scene just now, Chu Zihang said softly:

"I didn't expect you to be so talented."

At the very beginning, Lu Mingfei chopped at his wooden sword like an amateur.

Just when he was planning to make a slight block and end the test.

Accident happened!