Dragon Clan: Lu Mingfei's Growth Life Simulator

The clean white shirt inside exudes an aristocratic air.

The black trousers are straight, highlighting the long legs.

Lu Mingfei took shelter from the rain with his schoolbag on his head and stepped into the corridor.

He was extremely glad that he was wearing a pair of white shoes that barely matched his outfit today.

Otherwise, giving Brother Chu more clothes would lower their value?

"But next time, you should bring your own clothes."

Lu Mingfei smiled bitterly and shook his head.

Without any exercise experience, I would never have known that I would sweat so much.

If Senior Brother Chu hadn't left an extra set of clothes in the Kendo Club, he would have had to endure the smell of sweat all day long.

Lu Mingfei raised his hand, hung his schoolbag on his shoulder, and walked through the corridor, his thoughts flying.

However, this kind of clothes, which have no large logos at all and are so comfortable to wear that they are extraordinary, is simply not something a poor guy like him can afford.

It's only because today is Sunday that there aren't many people in school, otherwise he wouldn't have worn it.

It's a bit high-profile.

However, Senior Brother Chu asked him to take off his clothes seriously.

How scary!

“Brother Chu, Junior Brother Lu has no way to repay you.”

"How about finding a chance to give two bottles of soda to uncle and aunt?"

Talking nonsense to the slightly cool window, Lu Mingfei gently pushed open the door of the classroom.

A squeak!

Lu Mingfei's face froze.

what's the situation?

Why are they all here!

As expected of you, are you so cool?

Big Sunday's?

Come to school to study!

damn it!

If he doesn't come for three years, will he be kept in the dark by these file kings for the rest of his life?

Lu Mingfei ignored the information on social software for two consecutive days, and his thinking direction deviated further and further from the right track.

The bustling class was suddenly stunned and looked towards the door at the same time.

"Eh? Who is this? Is he from our class?"

"Hiss! He looks a little familiar. Take another look! He looks more and more familiar!"

"Fuck! Isn't this Lu Mingfei? Changing clothes has such a big effect? ​​Clothes make the man! I'll buy a set of clothes one day."

"Stop it! With your body type, the biggest size is not available for you. Even custom-made ones may not be effective. Just staying still is better than anything else."

"Tsk! It looks like it's really okay, huh?"

Lu·Tou Ming·Fei, under pressure he had never experienced before and under the spotlight, sat down in his seat.

He muttered to himself with a dark face.

Look! What are you looking at?

Have you never seen the clothes or the person?

Shaking his head, Lu Mingfei remembered the purpose of coming to school. He seriously took out English vocabulary and muttered to himself as if no one was around.

"abandon"

He dubbed in his mind and shouted for his own amusement: "Be still + calm! Start!"

By the way, what is the next word after abandon?

Why don’t I have much impression of it?

Lu Mingfei turned the pages of the book with a hint of curiosity.

Rustling!

Rustling!

The glass embraced by the window went off track, smudged with hazy water vapor.

Dust was swirling in the corner of the windowsill.

The straight and graceful legs are very steady, and the motionless white shoes tell a story of silence.

The white shirt and black suit complement each other harmoniously, and the wind blows the loose hair on his forehead.

Rustling rustling——!

The pages of the book turned gently, and the scent of ink seemed to waft forth.

Something like temperament, ink mixed with atmosphere, depicts reality as a painting.

What a weird scene!

Yes, everyone felt that it was a very strange scene!

Unprecedentedly,

They could indeed feel the tranquility that came from their hearts, and thus, they felt reluctant to disturb it!

As a result, a faint sense of peeling rose in the corners of the classroom.

So much so that everyone in the class felt that he should be there, and that he was not the one who should be there.

The serious eyes in the painting flickered with a faint gold, and tiny changes were noticeable. The voices discussing the program were lowered!

It was like a superstar walking onto the red carpet, instantly silencing the audience.

One girl opened her eyes without saying a word, and for a moment she even forgot to blink.

What they don’t know is that the inexplicable feeling rising in their hearts at this moment has also appeared in the hearts of many boys.

It's just a slight difference in the object.

One is Lu Mingfei and the other is Chen Wenwen.

Ta-ta——!

Suddenly, there was a flash of white and a soft knock on the corner of the table.

"Lu Mingfei,"

For some unknown reason, Chen Wenwen's face turned pale after two nights of sleep, and she looked like catkins in the wind.

"You haven't replied to my message in two days. Isn't that a bit rude?"

The words came out with a slight complaint.

Forehead--!

Lu Mingfei blinked and subconsciously scratched his head, shattering the pure silence.

"Boss, what did you say? I was a little busy these past two days, so I really didn't pay attention."

"How about you say it again?"

The honorific he used out of guilt stirred up memories of the distracted people in the class.

Sure enough, isn’t this still the same loser?

The voices discussing the show are returning and getting louder and louder.

"You really don't know? Then why did you come to school?"

Chen Wenwen frowned, noticing the bag full of books, and she realized something.

From Xi?

After thinking about it, Chen Wenwen believed it six-tenths, and the other four-tenths was because she suspected that Lu Mingfei was just pretending.

The girl shook her head, not thinking any more, and slightly opened her pale lips.

"The literature club is going to put on a show that will earn you academic credits. Do you want to join?"

The voice was a little weak.

"Program?" Lu Mingfei frowned subconsciously, "What program?"

"Oh my god, Lu Mingfei, you really didn't read the group message?" Chen Wenwen held her forehead and shook her head, pointing at the students not far away, panting softly.

"Now I really believe that you are from Xi Jinping."

"The group said that there will be a welcome party after the midterm exams, jointly organized by the middle school and high school, and all parents will be there. Everyone is here today to discuss the program."

"The literature club should be publishing one. Do you want to join?"

Lu Mingfei closed the book and looked directly into Chen Wenwen's eyes.

"Are you short of people?"

"There is indeed a shortage of it," Chen Wenwen said halfway, her eyebrows widened in surprise.

"No, Lu Mingfei, what do you mean by that?"

She invited me with good intentions, so it can add credits.

Does Lu Mingfei mean he doesn't want to go up?

For a moment, Chen Wenwen didn't notice that she no longer dared to look her child in the face.

“Uh, hahaha, it’s just a misunderstanding!” Lu Mingfei waved his hands and tried to back off.

"Go! As a member of the literature club, I will definitely go."

"But, please, Mr. President, give me an easy job."

"Are you busy?" Chen Wenwen asked subconsciously.

"Does playing games count?" It was an unexpected answer, but the tone was serious.

"Okay! Is that all right?" Chen Wenwen rolled her eyes and turned around to reply.

"I've signed you up and assigned you a smaller task. This is the first event of the literature club, so you should attend as many activities as possible."

"Wait, President!"

Chen Wenwen looked back subconsciously, but was stunned.

The young man's eyes seemed to flash with a golden light, accompanied by the question that echoed in my ears.

"Are you OK?"

First update

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 90: Rich Woman: No Preferred Ones (Please Order First!)

In the blink of an eye, Chen Wenwen suppressed the surprise in her eyes. She pursed her pale lips, shook her head slowly, and turned away.

Lu Mingfei was left alone to open the book again, a thoughtful look flashing between his drooping brows.

Rustling!

The pages of the book turned gently, as if disturbing the wind, and the sound of drops of water also accelerated the rain outside the window.

Lu Mingfei did not intend to participate in the discussion of the program in class.

He originally had no special skills and didn't think the class program needed him. After all, no school would use games like StarCraft as a performance program.

His purpose of coming here is to study on his own, so he should just study hard.

Once your mind is clear, you can be at ease in the world!