Know Yourself in the Dragon World

The boy skillfully went to the check-in counter and then went back to check in his baggage. He had practiced this many times.

This black Hanfu was very conspicuous at the airport, especially since he was thin.

In order to buy this suit, he washed dishes in a restaurant for two months.

“It’s so hard to make money, brother.

But I'm afraid you won't recognize me, this outfit is very similar to the ones I used to wear."

How long does it take to fabricate an identity?

For ordinary people, it may be one year, or even ten or eighteen years.

But in front of dragons, it only takes a month.

The boy was very clumsy, clumsy to the point of being full of loopholes. His learning ability was so poor that it took him several months to figure out how to fly a plane.

He knew nothing. Although he looked like a skinny teenager in his teens, there was actually a baby hidden under his body.

When a dragon was born into this world, it was also a baby.

"Brother, where are you..." The boy murmured softly and called in a low voice.

Tears welled up in my eyes.

The plane took off, and the city the boy had just adapted to was moving away.

He looked back through the plane window reluctantly. He really wanted to stay in this city, but he also had to find his brother.

Brother, humans have strange big birds that can fly into the sky and fly very high.

Yes, the plane is rising higher and higher, and we can see the vast sea of ​​clouds.

The sunlight and clouds blend together to form gorgeous light and shadow.

The outlines of mountains and rivers became increasingly blurred, and the sky in the distance was clear blue.

"I like the way the world is now." The boy whispered, "But I am also afraid of the human beings now."

"I dare not make it public, because they will come and kill me."

"I can feel that you are far away."

"Why did you go into exile so far away, brother?"

"What have you been through?"

"Tell me stories about the past few years. I want to hear about yours."

……

Angers sat in the dark, waiting was torturous, but he had no choice but to wait.

He came, soundlessly, in the darkness.

Ange could only see the pair of golden pupils, like a devil from hell, emitting flames.

He was originally the devil.

"The Bronze Palace is empty," said Ange.

"I know." The guy sighed, "This is a bit unexpected."

"You did it?" Ang asked angrily.

"What do you think I can do in my current state?" The guy smiled bitterly, "Don't worry, Norton is still under control. Constantine will definitely go find Norton."

"I want to know, what's going on? Constantine's resurgence, didn't even you notice it?"

"His egg was forcibly broken open. If he awakened naturally, even if I can't know, the one in your secret party will be able to feel it."

"Who did it?"

"I don't know." The guy suddenly smiled. "The world is mysterious and unknown. Some forces hiding in the dark also have their own ambitions."

Angers' anger gradually subsided, and he said in an almost commanding tone: "Ask your people to bring Norton over."

"Do you want to fish out Constantine with Norton?"

"Is there any other way?"

The guy was silent for a while, then said, "I'll arrange it. There is an unbreakable connection between the twins, so it's theoretically possible. But you have to know that once Constantine goes berserk..."

Angers interrupted him: "It doesn't matter, we have Lu Mingfei."

……

"Lao Lu, Lao Lu, awesome!" Han Qiu gave a thumbs up, "You made a great show."

"What luck, what luck." Lu Mingfei held the bottle of wine, "It's the dragon text, I can understand it at a glance, I don't know why."

"Come on." Han Qiu came closer and asked, "So many people have invited you, have you decided which club to join?"

"Yes, now Chu Zihang and Qi Lan have both sent out invitations." Finkel also joined the discussion.

He just finished writing today's headline: "Unbelievable, 'S'-level freshman cracked the Bronze Palace map!"

“I think it won’t be too bad to follow my senior brother.” Lu Mingfei said, “But, if I go to Qilan, I will be the chairman.”

"Being the president of a new club is very tiring." Finkel said with a smile, "Do you think it's easy to start a club? Especially now that the Student Union and the Lionheart Club are dividing the world."

"Difficult? What's so difficult about it?" Lu Mingfei was puzzled.

Finkel began to count on his fingers, "First, a new club must provide corresponding benefits to attract more people to join. It costs money, do you have money? Second, the new club needs to participate in more school activities to increase its popularity. This is not a big deal, you are well-known. Third, the club needs maintenance and management. Most of the members of the freshman fraternity are freshmen, not so many veterans. Anyway, money and people are both indispensable. But you don't seem to have either."

"That's so troublesome." Lu Mingfei felt that it was a bit too early to dream of becoming the 'chairman'.

He was also thinking about the day when he would ride a Harley with two Desert Eagles on his waist, make a stunning appearance, and save the girls in the society.

The best situation is one that no club member can resolve, and in which he appears with supreme power in a desperate situation.

He would say: Everyone stand back, I will take over the battlefield.

See, Lu Mingfei just likes to dream.

Even when he wasn't asleep, he would have strange dreams about being a hero.

But such a dream is really fascinating.

But Lu Mingfei knew that he could not become that hero.

The heroic script belongs to outstanding people like Caesar and Chu Zihang.

"It's very troublesome." Finkel clinked his wine bottles with Han Qiu, "I'm still inclined to let you choose the Lionheart Club and the Student Union. Chu Zihang knows you and will always take care of you. As for Caesar, the treatment is good and Caesar the Great is not short of money."

"It's hard to say whether the student union wants him or not." Han Qiu poured a basin of cold water on him.

Lu Mingfei decided not to be led by these two guys, he wanted to take the initiative, "Han Qiu, where do you want to go?"

"Me?" Han Qiu took a sip of wine silently. "I have submitted my resume to the Student Union, Lionheart Club, and Freshman Fraternity. I am waiting for a reply."

"I'm not you, others are fighting for me." Han Qiu sighed.

"This is called casting a wide net to catch more fish." Finkel patted Han Qiu on the shoulder, "I'm optimistic about you. If you can't make it, just follow me. The Student Union News Department is in great need of talents like you."

"Can you skip Caesar and recruit people directly?" Han Qiu was puzzled.

"Sure." Finkel said with great pride: "The News Department follows orders, not announcements."

In fact, the reason is that Caesar himself did not know that Finkel and his group belonged to the student union. As a leader, he would not interfere in some minor details.

Finkel happens to be a corner among corners.

"Then I'll submit my resume." Han Qiu said.

"No thanks, I'll send you the offer directly."

"Great!" Han Qiu gave a thumbs up.

"Is it hard?" Finkel asked proudly.

"hard."

"Is it high?" Finkel asked again.

"High." Han Qiu praised: "Fingal is high and hard."

Finkel enjoyed this feeling, but he did not ignore the most critical question, "So when will you come to my place?"

"I'll wait until the three societies get back to me. As you said, cast a wide net and catch more fish."

"Han Qiu, your uncle." Finkel cursed.

Lu Mingfei couldn't help but laugh as he looked at the two funny people.

As I was laughing, there was a knock on the door.

"Hello, courier."

Lu Mingfei opened the door, but the courier was gone and only a box was left at the door.

The express note reads: Recipient, Lu Mingfei.

"I remember I didn't buy anything." Lu Mingfei opened the box with confusion.

Finkel and Han Qiu came over, and when they saw that it was the latest model of Apple mobile phone, they felt a little jealous.

"It's a scam, it must be a scam!" said Han Qiu.

"It's fake, a model, definitely a model." Finkel said.

But Lu Mingfei successfully turned on the phone, but after the normal boot-up display, a number "1" popped up and then the phone interface appeared.

"Just say it's a fake." Finkel gloated, "Why would an Apple phone have this startup display?"

Lu Mingfei also found it strange, but the voice he heard answered his doubts.

"Brother, you still have four chances. Use the first one and it will become... 3/4."

Lu Mingfei turned around suddenly, only to see Finkel's face that deserved a beating.