Know Yourself in the Dragon World

Chapter 240 You are...

"I feel like I'm not clean anymore..." Lu Mingfei was heartbroken and wanted to cry but had no tears.

He watched Finkel put the money into his pocket with lifeless eyes.

Fingel doesn't care about these things. Morality? Chastity?

What an era.

"Here is a plastic bag." Han Qiu took out a plastic bag from his bag. "The tips on the table are all yours."

"Boss, you're so handsome!" Finkel took the plastic bag and turned back to Lu Mingfei and said, "Put money in it, idiot!"

"Hurry up and pretend, then drink with me." Han Qiu hadn't had a drink with these two guys for a long time.

I remember when I was in college, I had to do this every other day.

When something happy happens, have a drink.

When you are sad, have a drink.

No matter who they are in which camp or where they are going, they just drink.

Who cares about all the unnecessary things?

"If you're talking about drinking, then Xiaoying and I are no match for each other, we can drink a thousand cups without getting drunk!" Finkel patted his chest, picked up the glass and drank it all in one gulp, "I'll punish myself with a drink first to apologize for the nonsense I said before."

Lu Mingfei was still standing there, at this moment, in this situation, it was very similar.

It was as if they were back in their own dormitory, with the three of them boasting, drinking, and humming a song from time to time.

Don't talk about the future, don't talk about the past.

There is a tacit understanding between the three unlucky dogs that does not require much explanation, and they just cherish the happiness of the moment.

"Don't you want to drink, Little Sakura?" Han Qiu raised his glass towards Lu Mingfei.

"Okay, okay." Lu Mingfei hurried over and sat down.

"Neither of you are Japanese, right?" Han Qiu asked.

"I'm German and he's from China," Finkel said excitedly. "We were college classmates. After graduation, we couldn't find a good job, so we came to Japan to make a living."

"After graduating from a good university, why don't you do something else? Why be a gigolo!" Han Qiu slowly put away his nouveau riche behavior.

The three of them were like old friends, gathering together for a drink and chatting about the future and plans.

"The gigolos make a lot of money!" said Finkel.

Lu Mingfei nodded.

"Have you ever thought about doing something else? You can't stay in Japan forever. Work is for your future life, not for your permanent life." Han Qiu was about to pour the wine, but Finkel wisely took the lead and did the job.

That’s right, I’m the guest, I just need to wait for them to serve me.

“Go back when you’ve earned enough.” Lu Mingfei said.

"What kind of life will you live when you go back?" Han Qiu stared at Lu Mingfei's face and asked seriously.

“Hmm… I don’t know.” Lu Mingfei said indifferently: “Anyway, as long as you have money, you can find something to do, even setting up a street stall is fine.”

Han Qiu took a deep breath. The stimulation was not enough. No, he had to take drastic measures.

Why are you still thinking about setting up a street stall?

You've been in college for almost two years and have seen such a vast world. Your answer now should be bold and impressive enough.

Han Qiu knew clearly what kind of person Lu Mingfei was, and the look on his face when he answered did not show any sign of lying or fooling around.

Lu Mingfei was too lazy to forge any words that would not reveal his identity.

"Shouldn't we pursue something meaningful after we become rich?" Han Qiu gave an example: "For example, who am I? Something philosophical."

"I'm Little Hydrangea, and he's Little Sakura." Finger pointed his fingers here and there, "You're the handsome boss."

Han Qiu rubbed his face, oh...smart Finkel.

Lu Mingfei thought for a while and said, "You can also pursue these things, and after you get the results, go back and set up a stall."

Han Qiu rubbed his face a little harder, oh... the ambitious Lu Mingfei.

I like these two poets.

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"You are so handsome, you must have had a lot of girlfriends, right?" Xia Mi poured wine for Chu Zihang with a sly smile on her face.

The atmosphere gradually became just right, and the noble Dragon King became that girl again.

Chu Zihang shook his head, still reserved, "No, I've never had a girlfriend."

"Oh? Didn't you find anyone you like?"

Chu Zihang hesitated for a moment and then replied, "Yes."

Still hesitant... Xia Mi stared at Chu Zihang's eyes suspiciously.

"Really?"

"Ah."

"Why are you so nervous?" Xia Mi suddenly came closer.

"I'm just not very good at chatting." Chu Zihang looked at Xia Mi calmly.

At this glance, the corners of Chu Zihang's eyes twitched in surprise.

He was a little unsure, but he already had his suspicions.

"Okay." Xia Mi turned around and said, "Drink this glass of wine, and I will forgive your reservedness."

“Here’s your cup.”

"There are flower tickets!" Xia Mi said in a cheerful tone.

After a little hesitation, Chu Zihang finally refused.

"Have obsessive-compulsive disorder?" Xia Mi's face darkened.

"No." Chu Zihang picked up his wine glass, "I can drink a few more glasses."

"You are good in every way, except that you are too cold. Will you die if you smile more?" Xia Mi rolled her eyes at Chu Zihang. "Can you laugh? Just laugh!"

Money is hard to earn, and nothing is hard to eat.

Chu Zihang could still accept the request as long as it did not involve his bottom line.

He smiled very awkwardly.

"That's right!" Xia Mi was finally satisfied. "Let's talk about food. Um... I'm really not used to Japanese food."

"Is sashimi not delicious?" Chu Zihang asked.

"It's OK." Xia Mi said, "I prefer Tremella soup."

Tremella soup? Chu Zihang's heart trembled again.

"Because it's cheap, delicious and easy to make." Xia Mi said again.

“Do rich people still care about cheapness?”

"I don't have much money. The guy next door is a nouveau riche. He brought me along to have some fun."

"You and he are..."

"Business partner, don't let your imagination run wild." Xia Mi pointed at her face, "Do you think rich people would be attracted to this kind of look?"

"It's hard to say. Different people have different tastes."

"You, you, you! You really don't know how to chat." Xia Mi was a little angry again.

Chu Zihang doesn’t know how to comfort people, let alone a guest he only met once.

He could only pick up the glass and drink another glass as punishment.

"How do you usually make Tremella soup?" Chu Zihang thought it would be better to talk about a less sensitive topic.

"Cook it! Tremella soup is easy to make, but the difficult part is the candied osmanthus." Xia Mi said, "You need to use fresh osmanthus, dry it in the sun, add maltose, steam it for about ten minutes, let it cool, and then put it in the ice box."

Chu Zihang’s memory was suddenly brought back to the days he spent in the ward.

His only uncertainty was also confirmed at this moment.

"You are... Xia Mi."

The name almost consumed his mind.

"Don't you call me Jörmungandr?" Xia Mi did not deny.

"Wouldn't it be better to hide?" Chu Zihang stared at the wine glass, not daring to look at Xia Mi.

"My brother and I have been hiding for many years, but we still have to face death, right?" Xia Mi's tone turned cold: "That guy wanted to cause trouble, I just came to help."

"That guy is Han Qiu, right?"

"Yes. With that tone of yours, are you still going to fight?"

Chu Zihang shook his head. "Not yet. I don't have the ability to do that."

"This is unlike you. Moving forward has nothing to do with strength."

Chu Zihang was silent for a long time and then said, "You are helping us."

"That's what he meant. This scene can't go on without you, but this trip is very dangerous."

"What do you want to say?"

"I don't want to say anything, I just want to give you a gift." Xia Mi opened the golf club bag beside her, and inside were not golf clubs, but two knives, Murasame and Dick Tuduo. "If you want to fight, you have to pick up your weapons. As for other things, he asked me not to say anything. What I told you is meaningless, and you may not believe two dragons wanted by the secret party. Go and find them."

Chu Zihang clenched his fists. He could grab Murasame in an instant and swing the knife at the girl just like he did before.

But he finally gave up and slowly stretched out his palms.

He told himself that he couldn't take action in Takama-ga-hara and found an excuse for himself.

"It's safe here. This is your shelter until things are over." Xia Mi took the last sip of wine.