Know Yourself in the Dragon World

“If you don’t have a new one, you can find me an old one! I don’t mind yours.” Lu Mingfei started to put on his clothes in a panic. “Whose suit is this? It’s so big! It doesn’t suit my height!”

"I hate it. Besides, do you think I would prepare new underwear after flying back from the Arctic Circle? I bought a suit along the way." Han Qiu introduced: "That's the principal's suit."

“No wonder…” Lu Mingfei hadn’t finished his words yet, his trousers were half pulled up, and when he looked up, he saw Yuan Zhisheng standing in front of him.

After their eyes met, Yuan Zhisheng's gaze involuntarily moved downwards.

"Lu Jun...you are..."

"Just woke up, just woke up." Lu Mingfei pulled up his pants awkwardly, "I like to sleep naked."

"Long time no see, Yuan Jun." Han Qiu opened the red wine, "You came quite quickly, where are the others?"

"It hasn't been long, Han Jun. Zhinu and the others have met up with the Inuyama family masters and the Fuma family masters, and are on their way to the academy." Yuan Zhisheng explained: "You said time was tight, so I asked the family's helicopter to bring me here."

"They flew a helicopter from Japan to the United States?" Han Qiu asked in surprise, "So impressive."

"No, I bought it directly." said Yuan Zhisheng.

"It's good to have money. Please sit down. It's rare for us to get together. I hope my food will suit your taste." Han Qiu politely extended his hand to make a "please" gesture, while sitting upright with dignity.

Gen Chisei was still wearing the same black windbreaker as always, with Spider Cut and Doji Cut in his hands, which he put down casually when passing by an empty table.

Lu Mingfei was in a hurry to eat, but the principal's clothes were too big. No matter how he put them on, they were pinched. After adjusting for a long time, he still felt uncomfortable.

"This f*cking principal's clothes are too big!"

"Take your time to put it on. There's no rush. Oh, yes, the principal's suit is very expensive, don't tear it." Han Qiu was too lazy to care about Lu Mingfei, and raised his glass to invite Yuan Zhisheng to drink. "Sorry, I disturbed your life again. I'll drink a glass as punishment. You can do whatever you want."

"No need to say that." Yuan Zhisheng drank it all in one gulp. "Your business is my business, and it's the business of the Sheqi Eight Clan. Even if you weren't there, I should come and see such a big thing in the academy. Anyway, I lived here, and Principal Angers was my teacher."

"I remember that it was under the skylight of this office that you drank a few glasses of wine and asked President Angers a question that he had been searching for his entire life to find the answer to," said Han Qiu.

"I didn't expect that you, Han Jun, knew about this." Yuan Zhisheng asked, "Is Principal Angers okay?"

"I'm fine. I'm a little injured and need to recover for a while. I thought you were going to ask: Is Principal Ange still alive?"

"I know what kind of person you are, Han Jun, so I know it's impossible for you to kill Principal Angers." Yuan Zhisheng turned around, wondering why Lu Mingfei hadn't finished yet.

Lu Mingfei had come to understand that Angers' suit was too big for him. He could not change the size of the suit, but he could.

The use of keel was flexible and varied. He adjusted himself to a level that could support the suit and tied his tie slowly.

"Not bad." Han Qiu asked Yuan Zhisheng with satisfaction: "What do you think, Yuan Jun?"

"No wonder he was once rumored to be the illegitimate son of Principal Angers." Yuan Zhisheng joked.

"Comb your hair and slick it back," said Han Qiu.

"I'm hungry." Lu Mingfei wanted to sit down and eat.

"If you comb your hair, I have a gift for you." Han Qiu began to tempt her.

Lu Mingfei looked at Han Qiu suspiciously, "Really?"

"I lied to you. I'm a dog."

“Okay.” Lu Mingfei rubbed his hands, combed his hair again and again in front of the mirror, and picked up the comb again.

After a moment he turned around, his hair neatly combed, a black tailored suit, and shiny Italian leather shoes.

"You may not have any blood relationship with Lu Lincheng." Han Qiu took something out of his sleeve.

The folding knife, Ange's folding knife.

He threw the folding knife to Lu Mingfei.

"What is this?" Lu Mingfei caught it steadily. "Isn't this the principal's folding knife? What do you want with it?"

He took it in his hands and played with it.

The folding knife flickered under the light, and the light and shadow outlined a picture on Lu Mingfei's face.

Han Qiu was in a trance. He found that his decision was so correct.

That story originally had no ending, but this is what a happy ending should be.

Lu Mingfei is very suitable, very suitable.

"Just take it and come over to eat." Han Qiu came back to his senses and said with a smile.

Lu Mingfei was confused about the situation, so he put the folding knife into his chest pocket and walked to the dining table and sat down.

Yuan Zhisheng wanted to say something, but Han Qiu interrupted him by raising his hand.

"Let's talk after we eat. We are all hungry."

His tone was so calm that it didn't seem like something Han Qiu would say. He tempered another set of knife and fork and handed it to Yuan Zhisheng.

Lu Mingfei felt that something was about to happen. He didn’t ask because he was cooperating, and he ate quickly because he was curious.

It was originally a good meal, but because of Han Qiu's strange behavior and gift, the meal didn't seem so delicious.

Han Qiu's silence throughout the whole process made Lu Mingfei even more flustered.

His definition of Han Qiu is: when he goes crazy, it is normal and nothing will happen. But once he calms down, it means he is going to cause trouble, and it will be a big one.

Yuan Zhisheng was the first to put down his chopsticks, "I'm full."

Lu Mingfei immediately spat out the beef in his mouth and said, "I'm full too."

"It seems like you're all waiting for my arrangements." Han Qiu laughed dumbly, "It's nothing serious, relax."

Han Qiu ate slowly while Lu Mingfei and Yuan Zhisheng waited quietly.

As Han Qiu put down his bowl and chopsticks, they all looked up.

"Yuan Jun, the reconstruction of the academy requires sufficient manpower and financial support." Han Qiu went straight to the point: "I know that the eight families of Sheqi don't want to submit to the secret party. It's normal. Every mixed-blood family has its own pride. So my request is not submission, but unity. You also know the current situation of the academy. It can be said that it has been betrayed by most of the mixed-blood families in the secret party. In addition, this trip, everything that can be lost is lost."

"I understand what you mean." Yuan Zhisheng took over the conversation: "You hope that the Eight Snake Families and Kassel College will unite and form a cooperative relationship."

Han Qiu corrected him, "It's a short-term cooperation, or you could say it's an investment. This is my request, and it has nothing to do with the academy. I can't find anyone more suitable to do this than the Sheqi Eight Families. When Finkel contacted you, it was in my name."

"I don't have any problems on my end. I will tell the heads of the families. Even if you don't mention it, our family will not sit idly by and watch the academy fall."

"Thank you." Han Qiu said: "As for the return... the current Sheqi Eight Clans are not lacking in anything. If you insist... do you hope that the Sheqi Eight Clans will have a Dragon King-level existence?"

Yuan Zhisheng was stunned. "What do you mean? Another Nibelungen Plan?"

"No, the Nibelungen Project has an upper limit. The irreplaceable nature of power determines the limits of hybrids, just like a locked door that requires a key to open."