Know Yourself in the Dragon World

"I am very glad that you all can come to this dinner, and I am also very glad to celebrate New Year's Eve with you all in a foreign land."

"At this moment, in my hometown far away on the other side of the ocean, the New Year's bell is about to ring."

“Here, as the president of the freshman fraternity, I would like to extend New Year’s greetings to everyone.”

"thank you all."

(Note: I am too lazy to write more, otherwise it would be very embarrassing if I wrote a speech of several hundred words, so I will only take the ending)

As Lu Mingfei finished his words, thunderous applause broke out in the Norton Hall.

Outside the house, fireworks were lit and the New Year atmosphere reached its peak at this moment.

In order to get these fireworks, Han Qiu specially asked Lu Mingfei to apply to the college.

He applied, but was rejected by Professor Manstein.

Lu Mingfei applied again and was successful.

What a damn gap.

"It's a waste to set off fireworks in broad daylight!" Nuonuo commented, and then asked Han Qiu: "Are there any more tonight?"

"Yes, there will be an even bigger fireworks display in the evening," Han Qiu assured Nuo Nuo.

"Is it useful to make a wish to the fireworks?" Nuonuo asked again.

Han Qiu replied: "Probably, probably, maybe, if you are sincere, your wish will come true."

On the podium, Lu Mingfei breathed a sigh of relief. It was really not easy to be the chairman.

However, the mission was successfully completed and everyone was very happy.

After the fireworks ended, songs full of New Year atmosphere started playing, specially selected Chinese songs.

Perhaps compared to Caesar's dinner, this banquet lacked some style and was held strictly according to the level of Western aristocrats. Han Qiu had no way of getting so much money.

For this one battle, the money he had was not enough, and he had to ask Qilan for help.

Vice Chairman, invincible.

The food for the banquet was prepared by members of the freshman fraternity, and most of them were dishes only available in their hometown.

Nuonuo ran from one table to another, picking up food with chopsticks here and there.

Han Qiu and Lu Mingfei agreed that they could take down the big tiger doll and put Nuonuo in its place.

Chu Zihang seemed to be quite keen on the Tremella Soup and gave a very professional evaluation: "Too much sugar osmanthus was added."

"Then, senior brother, what do you think is the best way to do it?" Lu Mingfei asked, holding a duck leg.

"I can do it next time." Chu Zihang said.

"This is good, this is good." Han Qiu was looking forward to Chu Zihang cooking.

It would be nice if that monster girl was here too.

Han Qiu recalled the plot in the book. If, he meant if.

Everyone had a warm meal together, and the girl did not die under Chu Zihang's knife.

But how could my brother bear to do that? As the Dragon King, how could he be so fragile?

Han Qiu asked Mr. Han whether Jörmungandr and Norton were in the same situation.

Mr. Han’s answer was: Completely different.

Old Tang's existence is actually a small part of Norton's main consciousness during his sleep, but Jörmungandr has always been awake.

But as she was acting, she couldn't tell whether she was the snake in the courtyard or the girl.

"Come on, cheers, cheers!" Finkel raised his glass and snatched Lu Mingfei's duck leg while he was not paying attention.

"Fingal, give it back to me!"

"You are the chairman, be careful of the impact and maintain your demeanor." Finkel reminded him, and then added: "If you dare to take it back, I will write dirty stories about you to death."

"Dirty stuff? What dirty stuff?" Nuonuo happened to be strolling back, and when he heard about the dirty stuff, he immediately leaned over to take a look.

……

"Come on, drink, Finkel, are you raising fish?" Han Qiu pointed at the bottle of wine in Finkel's hand and asked.

It was late at night and the party had long since ended. No one had expected that everyone would go crazy all day long.

Lu Mingfei, Finkel, and Han Qiu, the last three to leave, saw that there was still some wine left, so they simply picked up a plastic bag each and continued drinking as they walked towards the dormitory.

"Look at what you said." Finkel raised his head and drank the last sip of wine in the bottle, "Great!"

“Come on, come on, sing, sing!” Lu Mingfei must have drunk too much and was staggering as he walked.

"Sing!" Han Qiu used a wine bottle as a microphone, "Let me take your heart away..."

The singing disturbed the students in the nearby dormitories, and someone shouted, "Why are you making so much noise so late at night!"

Han Qiu closed his mouth and then burst into laughter again.

Finkel and Lu Mingfei also laughed.

I don’t know why I’m laughing, but I’m happy!

“Chairman Lu, you really look like a chairman today!” Finkel gave a thumbs up, “You are this!”

Lu Mingfei's white suit was stained with wine. This suit was not cheap. Normally, he would be very careful not to get it dirty. But now, he wiped the wine from the corner of his mouth with his sleeve. "Thanks to you, thanks to you."

"Han Qiu, I will pay you back when I make a lot of money." Even when drunk, he was still thinking about money.

Han Qiu really didn't know what to say to Lu Mingfei. He didn't care about this. He would leave this world sooner or later. As for money, it didn't matter!

"Forget it, Lao Lu." Han Qiu said with a smile: "You used my internet fee during the summer vacation of your second year of high school, and you still haven't paid it back."

"It's okay, Feifei. I tell you, when Han Qiu dies, you can just burn it for him." Finkel put his arm around Lu Mingfei's shoulders.

"Fuck you!" Han Qiu kicked Finkel.

The three of them walked into the dormitory building.

The dormitory manager on the first floor hadn't rested yet. When he saw Lu Mingfei, he shouted, "Lu Mingfei, there's a letter for you!"

"Letter?" Lu Mingfei came over, "Let me see."

The dorm manager handed over a white envelope and said, "The principal asked me to pass it on. He came to look for you, but you were not there."

Lu Mingfei looked at the envelope without a postmark or stamp. On the front was a beautiful handwritten message: From Principal Angers to Lu Mingfei (received)

He sobered up immediately.

"Who sent it?" Han Qiu asked.

"My mother." Lu Mingfei put the drinks aside and sat down against the wall.

I don’t know if it was because of drinking or for other reasons, but his hands were shaking a little.

Ming Fei:

We received a letter from Principal Ange, and learned that you participated in the Bronze Project. You did a great job and survived the battle against the Dragon King.

We would love to come see you, but what we are doing is too important.

I'm sorry, this is the only way I can encourage you.

You must continue to be excellent like this, even though you are already an excellent man now.

Judging from the current research progress, it will take a long time for us to come back.

Here, we would like to make an agreement with you that we will come to witness your graduation ceremony when you are 22 years old.

we love you.

mom

Giovanni

Finkel and Han Qiu were very obedient and sat on the floor on the other side drinking together. When they saw Lu Mingfei stand up, they also stood up.

"Lao Lu, what's wrong with you?" Han Qiu noticed tears in the corners of Lu Mingfei's eyes, "Why are you crying?"

"Drunk." Lu Mingfei wiped the corners of his eyes with his sleeve, but the smell of alcohol on his sleeve made him cry even more.

"Alright, alright, go back to sleep. I told you not to drink so much."

Finkel picked up Lu Mingfei's plastic bag.

Han Qiu supported Lu Mingfei.

"By the way, today is Valentine's Day." Finkel suddenly realized that it was already past twelve o'clock.

"What does this have to do with the three of us?" Han Qiu said angrily.

"Fei Fei's authority has not been used yet. How about letting Fei Fei get out of being single temporarily?" Finkel asked Lu Mingfei who was covering his eyes, "Chairman Lu, which girl do you like? Use your three-month authority to spend a happy Valentine's Day with her. By the way, I can write some news."

"Tell me, Lao Lu, which one do you like?" Han Qiu also echoed.

Lu Mingfei just shook his head, "Forget it, no need."

"What a waste, Lao Lu, you are really a waste. By the way, you are not still thinking about Chen Wenwen, are you?" Han Qiu asked.

Lu Mingfei did not answer. Under the influence of alcohol, he did think of Chen Wenwen.

Thinking of the old days.