Dragon Clan: Lu Mingfei’s Growth Life Simulator

Lu Gucheng frowned and came to the door, muttering unclearly.

"My school bag isn't here either. I'm going to school to study on my own."

"What the hell!"

The aunt looked in disbelief, frowned and cursed lightly,

"It's okay. I'm in high school, so I know how to be anxious."

"Don't always look at people with the same old eyes," Lu Gucheng glanced at the wall and was stunned for a moment, then smiled with satisfaction.

"We've been apart for three days, so we should look at each other with admiration. Mingfei is only 16 years old and has just entered the first year of high school. He will always grow up."

The aunt pursed her lips and tidied up Lu Mingfei's house in silence.

"It smells like sweat. It looks like I went for a run yesterday."

She pulled off Lu Mingfei's clothes from yesterday, sniffed them gently, and put them on her shoulders.

Halfway through the journey, my aunt saw a flash of silver on the table.

"This kid, what are you doing with a needle? If your clothes are damaged, just call me and it will be healed soon. Look, it's bleeding!"

The aunt cursed, took out a few bills from her clothes, and gave them to Lu Gucheng.

"200 is for you to buy cigarettes, and the other 300, you give it to Lu Mingfei. It's a good thing to get up early, but why not eat!"

"Honey, here."

"Shut up, don't think that I don't know about you secretly giving Lu Mingfei money. I'm just being generous and I'm not as knowledgeable as you."

"Wife, what are you doing?"

"In the past, I was afraid that he would go to Internet cafes all the time and not study well. Now, let's try it first and wait for the midterm exam this semester! When his grades come out in the final exam next semester, as long as he doesn't show off, you can give him more money. A little bit."

"That's right! Don't say it was me who gave it to you. Someone at home has to shock these two children."

"I know, don't you feel at ease when I do things?"

Lu Gucheng smiled and almost swallowed a mouthful of foam.

While scanning carefully, he looked at the wall and smiled dumbly.

"Are the words on this a game guide?"

"You've grown up a bit, but Mingfei, you're a bit of a middle-class kid."

"but,"

"Children who are strong will indeed be liked by others."

"Oops! Gucheng——! The weather is reporting rain today. Did he bring an umbrella?" Aunt's voice came from the living room.

Lu Gucheng walked towards him,

"Don't worry, Shilan High School is an aristocratic middle school, and the students are of good quality. There are also many students who study on Sundays. There will always be someone who will come back later."

"Ha! Do you think your family Mingfei has that kind of popularity?"

"Hey, don't worry, wife, maybe the goddess of luck is on Mingfei's side and won't let the rain fall?"

"Damn you, you're so lazy. If you don't want to give me an umbrella, just say so."

"If you want me to give you an umbrella, you can just say so. Uh-! Wrong! Wrong! Don't do it!"

Lu Mingze pushed open the door with his big belly, rubbed his hazy eyes, and widened slightly.

I don’t know if it’s an illusion,

He always felt that his parents seemed to be in a good mood today?

Did you win the lottery without telling him?

The two couples seemed to feel their son's gaze and stopped in unison.

But he didn't know if it was Lu Mingze's hallucination, but he always felt that there was a bit more "you really don't live up to expectations" in his parents' eyes.

Lu Gucheng looked at Lu Mingze's big belly and sighed,

"Naruzawa, follow the example of your brother. Look at your big belly. It's time to lose weight. If you don't miss your senior year of high school every day, you'll be in your third year of high school first."

"Wake up just in time. Put your brother's clothes in the washing machine, wash your face and brush your teeth, then go practice piano, come back and read, and I will watch you personally." The aunt greeted and handed the clothes to the confused Lu Mingze.

"Mom, it's Sunday!"

"Sunday is not the reason why you don't study and you still pout! If you pout again, don't call me mom."

Lu Mingze wanted to cry but had no tears.

So what exactly stimulated his capricious parents?

The sunset is better.

call--!

The autumn wind slowly blows away the curtains.

The two pieces of paper that Ming Fei had pasted on the wall made a clattering sound.

Dang Dang!

The computer shook violently and several messages were sent.

"Ming Fei, the literary club has a program with credits. Do you want to participate?" This is Chen Wenwen.

" @All members, please pay attention! There will be a welcome party after the mid-term exam. It will be held jointly by the junior high school and the high school. All parents will come. Take advantage of today's Sunday and come to the school to discuss it if you are not busy." This is Zhao Menghua and Zhao Da monitor.

Another one.

In a somewhat closed hut, Eriki Uesugi opened her eyes.

The thin quilt slipped off, revealing the shining white of her shoulders, a color that even gods dare not tarnish.

The girl blinked her red eyes, stretched herself comfortably, and yawned silently.

Good morning everyone (＾＾●)!

Waving gently to her babies, Eriki ran back and forth in the room with an energetic smile.

Her bare feet stepped on the floor, making a bia~ji~bia~ji~ sound that echoed in the quiet room.

There was a squeak,

Eriki closed her small box.

The slightly frizzy long hair spreads the refreshing scent of shampoo that has been left overnight in the entire space.

Rustling!

She jumped suddenly and lay down on the soft yellow sofa - it looked like a duck.

Eriyi swayed her little feet and looked straight at the bright screen, stretched out her hand and tapped little by little, very seriously.

"Sakura, it's half past seven. Erika is awake. Are you awake?"

"Sakura, let's have a game, you haven't said the specific time yet!"

After waiting for a while, Eriyi pouted and made a crisp sound with her fingertips.

"Not awake yet?"

"Is Sakura a pig?"

There was no reply for a long time. The girl lay bored on the duck sofa and stared at the ceiling.

Sakura, so slow

Eryi blinked and looked out the gloomy window.

It's a rainy day,

It’s not suitable for breaking into a house either.

Rumble——!

The stormy dark earth was messy, with lightning and thunder.

Sonorous! Sonorous!

In the vast space, unconscious black shadows are surging densely, colliding like intrusions and eclipses, making a crisp sound.

Hurry——!

Suddenly, the rain fell on the long slope, and the Pegasus, whose fur was whiter than the snow, stretched its neck and let out a long neigh!

The four front paws galloped, and thunder exploded, crackling!

The eight-legged Pegasus—Sleipnis!

Buzz—!

The mottled ancient trees streak across the sky, with hands on the back, accompanied by the howling wind!

That is an ancient weapon that is sure to hit the target and lock the cause and effect—Kungunir!

The sleeping one eye opened its eyelids, and a dull and majestic voice sounded,

"who?"

“Who dares to steal God’s authority!”

The dazzling golden eyes lit up, it was Odin!

The land of the undead with lightning and thunder, rain falling wildly, and wind howling!

The Deadpool Legion opened their eyes as the king woke up.

The dark earth, behind the horse, is displayed, and everything is golden at first glance!

Someone has touched the king's authority,

So thousands of strands were condensed in the big hand, and Wang sent an invitation letter condensed with cause and effect to the distance!

So in the windy seasons of autumn and winter, with the storm as the curtain, Odin's hunting began!

The Nibelungs disrupt the elemental tides of reality,

The waves hit the dark gray beach and knocked over a few dark blue swimming crabs.

Boundless water vapor is rippling over the coastal cities!

Didi——!

Didi——!

On the crowded asphalt road, the red countdown at the intersection depicts a series of bright red car tails, and the sudden blaring of horns.

Storm is coming!

"Is it going to rain?"

Lu Mingfei was carrying his schoolbag and turned around subconsciously.

Sniffing the pungent tail smell, he scratched his cheek,

"God, please give me some face. Can you please stop? I didn't make any preparations."

He didn't bring any umbrella or raincoat.

Entering the campus, Lu Mingfei went straight to the playground, not paying attention to the crowds of people on campus, which seemed to be much larger than yesterday.

Hang the bag on the blue horizontal bar,

Hold the silver fence and simply stretch it according to Brother Chu's instructions.

Then,

A strange yet familiar run!

The dull water vapor sticks to the fine hairs, making it an unfriendly cloudy day.

The oppressive air squeezed the heaving chest, and the oxygen in the morning air was a little thin.

Boom——!

Boom——!

Gradually violent beatings exploded in my ears!

Exercise dispels fatigue and enlivens your eyes.

Round and round!

The soul directs the body and coordinates every muscle.

Precise control, every minute!

Lu Mingfei suddenly realized,

The results of Demon Slayer's five years of training cannot be directly imparted to this body.

But the instinctive understanding will quickly erase the mistakes that may be made in the process of moving forward again!

In this case, he may only need three years.

No!

call--!

suck--!

Lu Mingfei's mouth and nose echoed with a strange rhythm.

In an instant, all the accumulated fatigue was swept away!

What followed was a sudden lightness of footsteps!

"One year!"

As long as he is willing to work hard and his uncle and aunt don't mind that he eats too much, he can return to the pace of demon slaying in just one year.

It’s just unclear to what extent Demon Slayer’s power will be restricted in a reality dominated by technology.

Tap tap tap——!

Chu Zihang hung a towel and stepped into the playground with a thin sweat, but he was slightly stunned.

"Mingfei?"

It was indeed within his expectation that this junior student who had begun to change would come.

But what he didn't expect was that based solely on the difference in running posture and rhythm between yesterday and today,

Lu Mingfei's progress is a bit scary!

The two of them chatted one by one and moved to the kendo hall.

With the crisp collision of the key and the keyhole, the empty kendo hall opened wide, and the scattered dust was like a clear mist, lingering in the silence.

Chu Zihang thoughtfully handed Lu Mingfei a bamboo knife.

"I'll teach you some basic kendo basics first."

"Both China and Japan have various sword sects. My own learning is more complex, and overall I prefer practical combat."

"Yeah! Senior Brother Chu, I know." Lu Mingfei nodded lightly in response, muttering in his heart,

After all, Senior Brother Chu, your original intention of learning kendo seems to be to beat college students until they cry, right?

"The progress of systematic learning according to a certain school will be slower, so I plan to directly hand over to you the basics that I think are more useful."

"First, vertical chop!"

Listening to Chu Zihang's explanation, Lu Mingfei subconsciously waved the bamboo knife, shaking the air.

Snapped--!

"Lift your elbows an inch higher and keep your wrists straighter."

Snapped--!

Lu Mingfei was completely immersed in listening to the calm instructions, and did not notice the increasingly strange look in Chu Zihang's eyes.

"Again!"

Buzz—!

Lu Mingfei stabbed sharply, the bamboo knife trembled slightly, stirring up the subtle fragrance of bamboo.

Chu Zihang looked at Lu Mingfei suspiciously,

"Mingfei, have you really never learned swordsmanship?"

"Um, no, if I had money to learn kendo in the past, I would probably use it to go to Internet cafes."

Lu Mingfei scratched his head and answered truthfully.

If you really have money, you don't use it for enjoyment but for suffering. This is not Lu's temperament.

Chu Zihang stared at Lu Mingfei, frowning, recalling carefully,

Straight chop, used twenty times!

Cutting horizontally, it took thirteen times!

In the final thrust, he only guided Lu Mingfei twice!

Lu Mingfei will never make the mistake he pointed out last time.

This kind of talent, or precise control of the body, is terrifying!

It's not like learning the way of sword for the first time.

Lu Ming was not him, it was more like he was picking up the art of swordsmanship again.

Gudong!

Feeling Chu Zihang's eyes, Lu Mingfei finally realized something unusual and broke out in a thin cold sweat.

Done!

Is there something wrong with his study progress?

Senior Brother Chu shouldn't be the kind of research madman who would cut him into slices or something, right?

"What is that, Senior Brother Chu?"

Lu Mingfei put down the wooden knife, moved his eyes to the left, and added:

"It's not like I haven't had any contact at all."

"When I was playing games, I came into contact with things like kendo."

Well, it refers to four or five years of practicing the basics and nearly one year of sublimation study.

"What's the name of the game? It's so well-made?" Chu Zihang couldn't help but wonder.

If there really is such a game, he would also like to get in touch with it, maybe he can get some inspiration. After all, his swordsmanship has been stagnant for a long time, and maybe he really needs some external stimulation.

"Uh," Lu Mingfei blinked.

“It hasn’t been officially released yet, so it’s considered an internal beta version.”

As he said, Lu Mingfei kept tapping his toes.

Saying this always seems to be a way of coaxing the extremely serious top students and seniors, and I feel inexplicably guilty!

I'm sorry, Senior Brother Chu!

"Then remember to tell me when it comes online." Chu Zihang stopped pursuing it too much. He waved to Lu Mingfei, who was a little confused.

"Mingfei, try walking upside down. Don't worry about falling. The floor of the kendo hall is very soft, and I will catch you."

Lu Mingfei looked confused, not knowing that Senior Brother Chu was going to make such a fuss.

However, he still decisively put down the bamboo knife and turned over neatly.

As the world was spinning, Lu Mingfei's eyes were a little dazed.

If it had been before, would he have had the courage to do so?

His body was swaying, almost falling, and Chu Zihang subconsciously stretched out his hands to catch it.

But in the next moment, the body's instinct replaced reason and took over the body, gradually becoming stable.

Lu Mingfei's consciousness slowly returned to clarity, and he couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

Although I hate to admit it, the answer is, no!

Snapped--!

Snapped--!

The palms of both hands were in contact with the ground, and were a little red due to the weight of the entire body.

Lu Mingfei put his hands on the ground and swayed forward and backward, but there was no tendency to fall down again.

call--!

call--!

Breathing gradually became heavier,

In the end, he was bent over and stood upright due to lack of physical strength.

Lu Mingfei wiped the sweat from his forehead and pursed his lips in confusion:

"Senior Brother Chu, what did you ask me to do just now?"

"A simple test of your body's coordination,"

Chu Zihang touched his chin, thinking about his response,

"I discovered just now that you have a high degree of control over your body."

"The absence of abdominal muscles proves that you have not systematically practiced core strength."

"If you have never systematically practiced handstand walking, or even tried it for the first time."

"Then your talent in sports is terrifying."

"Actually, what I want to say is..."

What about the four non-tickets? Lied to me?