Lu Mingfei, become the King of Elden!

Chapter 35 Night Training
Lu Mingfei was speechless. Although he didn't deny that he was also very tempted when he heard that series of numbers, the autographed photos were fine, but the photo album and the used underwear were just ridiculous!

"Return the money immediately."

Lu Mingfei grabbed the big, blond German man by the neck and said fiercely:
"Senior, this is a blatant violation of someone's portrait rights and privacy rights! In China, that would be enough for you to sing 'Tears Behind Bars' for several years!"

Fingel remained silent, only slowly closing his eyes, completely giving up resistance, looking as if he were ready to be picked—no, ready to be slaughtered.

Lu Mingfei was first taken aback, then pondered, and then flew into a rage:
"You've already spent all the money?!"

Fingel's tightly closed eyelids trembled violently, and he sang in a mournful, tearful voice:

"It's too late, junior brother... it's all too late... I... was quick... and have already... spent almost all of it..."

Lu Mingfei also fell silent.

He released his grip on Fingel's neck, took two steps back, and looked at his senior with a complex expression. Fingel's eyes remained closed, his face filled with a tragic determination that said, "I have no money, but I'll take your life."

Things have come to this point. Things have come to this point.

There is only one way to go.

Cut your losses and divide the spoils.

"Two-tenths are yours, eight-tenths are mine."

Lu Mingfei has given in.

Fingel's tightly closed eyes widened instantly, the tragic expression on his face crumbling away, replaced by unbelievable ecstasy and utterly obsequious flattery:

"Junior Brother... Junior Brother?! You... You mean it?! I knew it! Junior Brother, you are so righteous and principled! You are even better than..."

"Shut up!"

Lu Mingfei interrupted listlessly.

"I'll take care of the autographed photos. I'm too lazy to take any more professional photos, you can figure that out yourself. As for the clothes..."

Fingel quickly spoke up:
"This is the simplest. As long as it's your size, who knows if you've worn it before?"

Lu Mingfei nodded, which was taken as approval.

To be honest, this is a highly profitable business, with low costs and high profits, and it's all thanks to Lu Mingfei's reputation.

It was impossible for him not to be moved.

The $36000 scholarship offered by Kassel College requires perfect attendance and passing grades in every subject, with extremely strict requirements.

Is he short of money?

lack.

After returning to China, Lu Mingfei was determined never to live with his uncle and aunt again.

In the past, there was nothing we could do about it; from now on, it's best to just be ordinary relatives.

This is Lu Mingfei's bottom line.

He didn't hate them. At least they didn't make him sleep in the stairwell, at least they paid for his private high school education, at least they let him share a room with his cousin, and at least they never beat or scolded him.

But should I resent it?

How could I not resent it?

Lu Mingfei is not a saint. He resented their withholding of his living expenses, their indifferent attitude, and their intentional or unintentional suppression.
There are just too many things to say about my uncle and aunt.

Ultimately, isn't the root of the problem with those parents who had been out of contact for seven or eight years? If it weren't for the acceptance letter from Kassel College, he wouldn't even know if they were still alive.

Lu Mingfei is essentially a "de facto orphan".

So let's part ways amicably.

He will return to that small town, but not to that "home".

Although we can try various methods to get back the living expenses card that my aunt is keeping, who knows how much money is left in it?

To survive, he had to resort to "selling his art and his body" on the back roads.

Just as Lu Mingfei and Finger were discussing how to make this business sustainable, an unexpected voice interrupted them.

There was a knock on the dormitory door, the sound was neither hurried nor slow.

"Who is it? The door's unlocked!"

"Fingal called out indistinctly, his mouth full of potato chips," he mumbled. The door was pushed open, and the person standing in the doorway made both Lu Mingfei and Fingal freeze in surprise.

Caesar Gattuso.

Her golden hair was meticulously combed, her icy blue eyes were deep and calm, and her handcrafted casual suit accentuated her perfect figure.

He stood there, like Moses parting the sea, cleaving through the pervasive atmosphere of decadence that had permeated dormitory 303 for years.

His gaze swept over Fingel's greasy hands and Lu Mingfei's bandaged appearance, his face showing no disdain, but rather a hint of solemnity.

“Lu Mingfei,” Caesar’s voice was deep, “can we speak alone?”

Fingel sprang to his feet instantly, his face beaming with smiles:

"Of course, of course! Please, Mr. Chairman! I was just about to go to the library! Yes, the library!"

Caesar's original intention was to invite Lu Mingfei to sit in a quiet coffee shop, but Fingel grabbed half a bag of potato chips and slipped out, thoughtfully closing the door behind him.

Therefore, he had no choice but to go inside.

Only two people remained in the dormitory.

Caesar's gaze fell on Lu Mingfei, filled with scrutiny and a complex emotion that was hard to describe.

At the bottom of the Three Gorges, the figure that burst out of the water like a demon and clung to the head of the Dragon King overlapped with the young man in front of him, who was wrapped in gauze and had a somewhat bewildered look in his eyes, creating a huge contrast.

But Caesar would never underestimate him. Caesar knew that everything he had seen before was merely a disguise before his bloodline awakened.

"how do you feel?"

Caesar spoke first, his tone less condescending and more concerned and respectful than usual.

"It's okay, I can't die."

Lu Mingfei forced a smile, his face stiff beneath the gauze. He wasn't particularly intimidated by Caesar, but theoretically, Lu Mingfei was still a member of the student union's organization department, and Caesar remained his superior.

Caesar nodded, and without further ado, went straight to the point:
“I owe you my life. In the Three Gorges, if it weren’t for you, Nuonuo and me, I might not have made it back.”

His voice was calm, but Lu Mingfei could sense the weight beneath that calm. Even someone as proud as Caesar had admitted to owing a favor; that said it all.

Lu Mingfei scratched his head.

"Ah... well... we're all in the same group..."

He wanted to say "it should be," but felt it was too fake; he also wanted to say "coincidence," but was afraid it would seem too hypocritical, so he was speechless for a moment.

"The Gattuso family never owes anyone anything."

Caesar interrupted his hesitation, his tone resolute.

He took something out of the bag in his hand. It wasn't the check or black card that Lu Mingfei had expected, but a valuable sandalwood box.

He placed the box on Lu Mingfei's cluttered desk.

"open to take a look."

Caesar gestured.

Lu Mingfei picked up the box suspiciously; it felt heavy in his hand. He lifted the lid, and on a deep blue velvet lining lay a section of a sword hilt.
The bronze hilt is dark blue-green, and its weight and size are comparable to those of an ordinary tactical dagger. It is engraved with dragon scale patterns.

Despite its exquisite design, it was still just a sword hilt.

"This is?"

Lu Mingfei looked up, his face blank.

Caesar smiled and reached out his hand, but did not touch it directly. Instead, he looked at Lu Mingfei with his eyes and asked for his consent before slowly picking it up.

The Liezi (Chapter 1, "Questions of Tang") records:

Kong Zhou said: I have three swords, you may choose whichever you prefer; none of them can kill, and I will first describe their appearance.

The first is called "Containing Light," which is invisible to the eye and its existence is imperceptible when in motion. What it touches is boundless and passes through things without them noticing.

The second is called Chengying. At the cusp of dawn and dusk, when one faces north and observes it, one will see a faint, indistinct object, whose shape cannot be discerned. When it touches something, it makes a soft, rustling sound, and the object passes by without moving quickly.

Thirdly, it practices at night. During the day, it appears as a shadow but not as light; at night, it appears as light but not as form. When it touches an object, it flashes past swiftly, disappearing as quickly as it passes, striking without bloodshed.

"This sword is none other than Xiaolian."

(End of this chapter)