Dragon Clan: Lu Mingfei’s Growth Life Simulator

"In addition, the host's real-life memory and emotional obsession will also subtly affect the host's performance in the simulator, including but not limited to Jiguo Mingfei's discounting to the old beggar, and mentioning the broken jade to ward off disasters to Butterfly Kanae."

"That's right."

I didn’t pay too much attention to the cynicism of the system.

Lu Mingfei had a vague feeling that the system looked at him like it was looking at a child who has not grown up. He hates iron but cannot be cruel to him.

He just pursed his lips, sat up suddenly, and quietly turned on the computer.

After some smooth operations, he entered the contact information on the kendo club membership form that had not yet been torn up into the search box.

Delete, delete, subtract,

Lu Mingfei anxiously sent a verification message to Senior Brother Chu, who was at the top of Shilan High School's rankings.

"Hello, Senior Brother Chu Zihang, I'm down here, Mingfei, and I want to join the Kendo Club."

I thought I would be able to pass it tomorrow, but I didn’t expect that it was already two o’clock in the morning. Senior Brother Chu passed by in a touching second!

Lu Mingfei's eyes widened in surprise, and his hands were faster than his brain.

"Senior Brother Chu, can you endure it like this?"

No matter what kind of growth he has undergone, Lu Mingfei is essentially a bad talker - he will only be late and never disappear!

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silence,

There was a long silence.

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Just when Lu Mingfei wanted to slap himself, the chat box shook slightly.

"There was an additional emergency at school today. After dealing with that matter and completing the planned sports on weekdays, it is already this time."

Lu Mingfei opened his mouth slightly,

Is this Senior Brother Chu? Chu Zihang, who is known for being aloof among girls, and known for his facial paralysis among boys.

This information that vaguely reveals Brother Chu's ascetic lifestyle is explaining to him the reason for going to bed late?

"Lu Mingfei, right?"

The chat box shook slightly,

"If you want to join the Kendo Club, just bring the club admission form tomorrow and I will evaluate your foundation."

"Okay, thank you, Senior Brother Chu!"

Lu Mingfei lowered his head and said quickly with his fingertips:

"Senior Brother Chu, go to bed early. Good night, Senior Brother Chu."

"Well, you should go to bed early, good night."

Lu Mingfei looked at Chu Zihang's portrait in despair,

"Senior Brother Chu, he's not as weird as others say."

Isn't this a nice person?

She was very polite to this ordinary little transparent person like him.

ah--!

Lu Mingfei yawned, glanced at the time 2:32 on the desktop, and planned to go to sleep.

Today, no, yesterday was very tiring, and in the true sense, it felt like a year.

Suddenly, Lu Mingfei saw the unread message, opened his mouth, and then apologetically typed a reply under the message.

"Ming Fei, everyone who has joined the literary club will meet tomorrow. The time is scheduled to be in the morning and the location is scheduled to be on the playground. When will you come?"

"Sorry, Chen Wenwen, I just received the news. I have something to do tomorrow, maybe next time, definitely next time. (Put your hands together)."

The slightly euphemistic implication: He can't go!

Then she fell asleep without waiting for Chen Wenwen's reply.

After all, according to Lu Mingfei's understanding of the routine of an artistic girl, she should have fallen asleep.

Ding ding——!

After a while, the chat box trembled.

Lu Mingfei frowned and had no intention of waking up.

"Well, I understand, then you can do your thing first. (Come on)"

"By the way, Mingfei, as a member of the literary club, you should stay up late and play games less at night, otherwise it will be bad if you feel listless during club activities. (akimbo)

In addition, I have invited you to join the literary club group, please remember to pass. (Blinking big eyes)"

call--!

Chen Wenwen, who was lying in the boudoir wearing a white nightgown, looked at the chat box where Lu Mingfei had not replied, and turned her forwards a little irritably.

"Every one of them, why don't they say anything."

Ignoring the heated chat in the literary and art community, Chen Wenwen pursed her lips and landed on the verification message sent a long time ago.

"Hello, Senior Brother Chu Zihang, I am Chen Wenwen, a freshman in high school. I want to set up a literary club. Please approve it."

Just when Chen Wenwen was scanning the screen back and forth, waiting sleepily for replies from Lu Mingfei and Chu Zihang, she was about to fall asleep.

A loud noise woke her up from her nap.

"I will come to the Kendo Club tomorrow morning and I will complete my work there. After review, if your literary club meets the school's establishment requirements, I will approve it on behalf of the school."

Formulaic document, cold reply.

"Okay, senior brother Chu, go to bed early, good night. (Pillow)"

"Um."

Chen Wenwen opened her mouth and couldn't help but sigh: "Senior Brother Chu, you are indeed as cold as the rumors say."

But yes, even though she thinks she is somewhat outstanding, compared with Chu Zihang who has absolute dominance in Shilan High School, she is not at the same level at all.

She started the literary club group and sent out the news that she would be late to submit her application for establishing the club tomorrow. After another group chat, she yawned and walked towards the bed.

Lying on the bed, she subconsciously glanced at the screen and muttered to herself:

"At this point, Lu Mingfei should be asleep."

Then he shook his head and fell into a dream.

Ding ding——!

Chen Wenwen's computer made a slight noise.

"Wenwen, haven't you gone to bed yet? Where will you go to apply for the Construction Society tomorrow? Do you want me to accompany you?"

"Wenwen?"

"Wenwen?"

"are you asleep?"

"Good night."

If the screen has not been turned off, everyone can see who the slightly attentive text comes from. Zhao Menghua, a rich second generation who has become somewhat famous when he first arrived in the class.

At this moment,

Lu Mingfei was lying on the bed, frowning, his eyelids opening and closing slightly, revealing a faint golden light.

"elder brother."

Some puzzled voices echoed in Lu Mingfei's empty room.

Well!

The body is flying in the air!

Lu Mingfei's eyes suddenly widened and he found that he was in the long white clouds.

The white clouds are slightly cool and the air is fresh.

The wind blew in my face, causing my cheeks to hurt.

Lu Mingfei stared closely at the scenery in front of him and couldn't help but murmur:

"It feels the same as holographic CG."

So immersive, so bizarre.

Is he dreaming?

Or what does the growth life simulation system want to do?

"elder brother."

Suddenly, an inexplicably familiar sound came from Lu Mingfei's ear.

He looked sideways and saw a young man wearing an exquisite dress and golden eyes falling rapidly from the sky beside him.

Lu Mingze frowned slightly and said softly:

"Brother, there is something different about you."

"What's different?"

Lu Mingfei asked subconsciously.

Lu Mingze was stunned for a moment, then looked down.

"In my opinion, you should be screaming at such a high place."

Lu Mingfei rolled his eyes.

"What's it called? I've died before and I'm not even afraid of death. What can the high altitude in my dream do to me?"

"I've already died," Lu Mingze murmured and suddenly chuckled:

"Yes, that's right, that's true."

"We've all died before, so why are we still afraid of heights? If my brother really screams or sheds tears of grief, it's just a clumsy disguise for a rebellious minister."

He smiled inexplicably, as if he was very satisfied with Lu Mingfei's answer.

No! It’s not just simple satisfaction anymore, it’s absolute satisfaction! Extremely satisfied!

Lu Mingze slowly closed his eyes, feeling the beauty of free fall.

This kind of calm expression in the face of danger comes from the supreme power and power - being able to handle everything with ease!

Snapped--!

Lu Mingze lightly snapped his fingers.

As the world turned around, Lu Mingfei found himself in the quaint bell tower.

The window spreads sunlight, and outside the window is vast, and the loud cry of some kind of creature can be faintly heard.

What surprised him was that he was unkindly tied to a simple wooden cross and could not move.

The young man sat opposite him, put his hands together and put them on his chin, and remained silent for a long time.