Know Yourself in the Dragon World

"I'm back." Han Qiu opened the door and walked in. "Let me drink some water. I'm so thirsty."

"What's the matter? Young people are hot-tempered. A girl becomes thirsty after she confesses her love to you?" Finkel suddenly approached. "Tell me, how did it end?"

"Rejected." Han Qiu took the water brought by Lu Mingfei.

"It was just a false alarm. I was wondering, how could a girl agree to it..." Finger suddenly realized that something was wrong. It was not a girl's confession. He opened his mouth wide, "You refused?"

"How could this happen?" Lu Mingfei was also puzzled.

"Hmm." Han Qiu gulped down the whole cup.

"Don't you like your appearance?" asked Finkel.

"She's quite pretty, the French girl. Lu Mingfei should know her." Han Qiu said.

Lu Mingfei knew it naturally because he saw the French girl Rosalin confess her love to Han Qiu after the freshman social meeting.

As for mixed-race, there is no need to say much about her appearance. Although she is not as beautiful as the top ten beauties in the college, she can definitely be called "beautiful".

"Then why?" Finkel was completely crazy.

"I felt like it wasn't a good fit. I didn't have any feelings for her. I chatted with her for more than an hour before I was able to get away from it," Han Qiu explained.

Looking back on the first two hours, I was extremely nervous and felt more stressed than facing Chu Zihang.

It was the first time for two people from different worlds to meet a girl and she confessed her love to him. Of course I was happy, but more importantly, my brain was working fast at that moment.

I thought about a lot of things, good, bad, and even dirty.

But it finally came down to four words: I don’t want to.

The night was beautiful, the girl was beautiful, everything was just right, but Han Qiu still refused.

Rosalyn also asked why.

Han Qiu’s answer was: I don’t have that kind of feeling towards you.

Feelings are very strange, or rather, people are very strange.

Han Qiu thought he had the potential to be a scumbag, but he just didn't have the luck. But in fact, some people are destined not to be scumbags.

It has nothing to do with how much he says on the Internet all day long. People are multifaceted. You can fool others but not yourself.

If you can’t pass that level, then you can’t pass it.

One's true nature will be revealed under tests, and Han Qiu did not expect that the test would actually come.

"Ah? That girl is still pestering me?" Finkel checked the time. "How long have you been talking to her?"

"About an hour." Han Qiu said, "It wasn't that I pestered her. I just talked to her about life and how to learn Chinese. Her Chinese is very poor. Although she refused, I promised her that I would tutor her in Chinese when I have time. It was just tutoring. Don't let your mind wander to other things, Finkel."

"It's unfair, it's unfair." Finkel immediately pretended to be arrogant again: "It's just a girl. When I was in the limelight, I don't know how many girls chased me."

"A hero never brags about his past achievements. What's more, Han Qiu is on the rise, but you still have a long way to go downhill." Lu Mingfei thought for a while and said this.

Finkel couldn't hold it in any longer, so he jumped back onto the bed and buried his face in the pillow.

"Don't you always say you want a pretty girl?" Mr. Han suddenly asked in his mind, "Why don't you want one now that it's offered to you?"

"Talking and reality are two different things. If you don't like it, there's no need to delay others, and I don't want to delay myself." Han Qiu told Mr. Han.

Han Qiu felt that he was not a gentleman, after all, he had such a big mouth.

But he would never do anything that is against the law of nature, and he has his own bottom line, even if it is a world in a book.

He just thinks he has some gentlemanly qualities, just a little bit, as the saying goes: A gentleman is judged by his deeds, not his heart.

……

"How come you have time to come over here for a drink today?" Flamel asked in surprise.

The old TV was still playing outdated cowboy movies, and the smell of alcohol filled every corner of the clock tower.

"You've watched this movie many times," said Angers.

“Classics never go out of style.”

"Still missing the cowboy life?"

"Of course, that's very free." Flamel raised his glass, "Old rogue, cheers, to freedom."

"As the vice-president, you have the right to come and go freely. At the same time, your strength is so great that even I cannot stop you." Angers asked, "So, why don't you leave?"

Flamel's bright eyes suddenly became cloudy, "Maybe, I'm old, and so are you, old rogue."

"Yes, we are all old." Ange raised his glass, "For our aging."

"For our aging." Flamel smiled.

Immediately, Flamel asked again: "Are you planning to take the next step?"

"I guess so." Ange said, "If I keep delaying, I will be under a lot of pressure."

"What? Are Frost and the others starting to put pressure on us again?"

"Well, we have been looking for Norton's dragon bone cross for a long time, but to no avail. Frost has repeatedly asked about this matter." Angers smiled indifferently, "You know, Frost has always been like this, and he is completely at the opposite end of the spectrum from Pompey."

"Don't pay attention to him, Gattuso. After all, Pompey has the final say." Flamel wanted to talk about something happy. "Your most beloved student lasted only four moves under Chu Zihang. Did you know that?"

"Yes, it's the headlines again. He has been on the headlines for most of the past six months." Angers said: "He is also growing. You see, he is very good."

"Young people know that hard work is a rare thing, but his limit is likely the lower limit of ordinary hybrids."

"You mean now, or most of the time."

Flamel was silent for a moment. "Weapons will eventually become obsolete, and so will your folding knife."

"So, I want to give him the place in the Nibelungen Project." Angers said: "At least let him do something most of the time. There is nothing I can do about it. If he keeps the same, I may not make such a decision, but Fingel said that he works very hard, which surprised me a little."

"No wonder Frost is unhappy with you all day long." Flamel cursed: "You are more of a rogue than I thought."

"Only a gangster can be in this position to deal with those guys." Angers didn't mind the title.

"So, you're here to urge me to complete the Nibelungen Project as soon as possible? This can't be done quickly."

"Can't I just come to chat with you and have a drink? I also need to relax." Angé took a big gulp.

As the leader of the Secret Party, as he grows older, the party's tendency to split becomes more and more obvious.

Many times, Angers was particularly helpless.

Conservatives, doomsday factions, capitulation factions... Like governments of other countries, the secret party is also a mess.

When it comes to human heart, even a man as strong as Angers feels powerless.

"What are you going to do with that little girl?"

"She thinks she did a perfect job and even modified some people's memories, thinking she could deceive everyone. In fact, she is still under our surveillance." Ange smiled, "She performed well in the preparatory class and cooperated with us. She just hasn't figured out who is the cat and who is the mouse."

"Are you planning to enroll her in school?"

"Well, find a way to force her to reveal some flaws, and leave the rest to the young man."