Dragon Clan: No one wants me, Lu Mingfei

The failure came so suddenly that Chu Zihang was a little stunned.

He was a little stunned by the scene where his junior brother sacrificed his life to save the ball, so he didn't stop Master Xia's smash immediately.

Chu Tianjiao had just blocked Lu Mingfei's "dying blow," but before he could adjust his position, Xia Di rushed over and hit the ball directly at Chu Zihang's feet, leaving him unable to help.

Looking at the badminton bouncing on the ground and falling out of the sideline, Lu Mingfei, who was pulled up by Xia Di, looked happy. If it weren't for his severe weakness, the custodian would have raised his hands and cheered:

"we are the champion!"

Fingel yawned, as smart as he had foreseen the outcome. The anxiety of the situation just now was just a certain dragon king making the game more interesting.

Giving people a little hope, creating the illusion that victory is imminent, and then ruthlessly annihilating the hope, making people feel the huge gap from heaven to hell, he is worthy of being a black-hearted evil dragon.

The passers-by who were watching were also confused. They thought the last goal would be the best in the game, but unexpectedly it ended after less than three attempts.

Xia Diti slipped Lu Mingfei to the referee's seat. When Fingel moved out of the way, he pressed the exhausted Lu Mingfei on the chair and gave him a few sips of glucose water before he finally recovered.

"Everyone is so fierce, why are you stretching your hips?" Master Xia squeezed Lu Mingfei's slightly stiff right arm, and invisible power seeped into and nourished his overworked body.

"I have worked very hard." Lu Mingfei held a thermos cup in his left hand and filled it with water. The tiredness on his face faded a bit, and then he defended himself:

"Not everyone is as perverted as you."

He was able to evolve from climbing five floors to ten floors in just one week, which is already a big self-breakthrough.

Moreover, he has not awakened the Golden Eyes like his senior brother. He is still an ordinary human boy. He can compete with two dragons without falling behind. Even if he shows it out, he will get a lot of praise.

"Nothing to pursue." Xia Di patted Lu Mingfei's head, and then looked at the tall and tall Fingel: "Shufen, what do you say, do you want to have an exciting game of badminton?"

"Forget it, I'm not interested in this sport." Fingel stayed away from this suggestion. A soft sport like badminton was not suitable for him at all. If his hands were slightly stronger, it would be easy to break the racket.

At Kassel College, there is no room for sports like badminton and table tennis. People in the college either advocate violence like the gang of martial lunatics in the Lionheart Club, or they are addicted to various social sports like the gang in the Student Union. , not many people participated in activities that were not physical confrontation.

As an old man in Tokyo said, it is Old Man Angers's arsenal. What goes in are people and what comes out are weapons for slaying dragons. All the education they receive is for slaying dragons.

As a contemporary school bully, Comrade Shufen turned a blind eye to all the chaos in the college because she was addicted to the Internet and virtual villains. This bad atmosphere in Kassel College continued until a certain rich Italian brother There has been an improvement only when children enter school.

"In this case, how about we go to the basketball court for bullfighting?" Xia Di also felt that playing badminton with Shufen's size was a bit wasteful, so she changed her mind:

"It just gives Zihang and Lao Chu father and son space to be alone, so that they can enhance their relationship."

Hearing this, Fingel silently picked up the badminton racket from Lu Mingfei's feet. There was a look of memory on his handsome face, and a bit of complexity and sadness appeared in his eyes:

"Actually, I have always had a dream of being a badminton player, but I had to choose another path because of the burden of reviving my family. If God gives me a chance to start over, I will definitely tell my family...

‘Vater (Father), I want to play badminton’! "

His tone was melancholy and firm, as if to prove that what he said was true, he raised his hand and made a fist in front of him.

"Very good, I appreciate a good young man like you who works hard for his dreams!" Xia Di gave Fingel a light punch with a pleased look on his face, which made his biceps hidden under the black short sleeves shrink. , almost so painful that I couldn’t hold back the expression on my face.

On the other side, Chu Tianjiao was still thinking about the defeat just now, always feeling that something was wrong. The confrontation between him and Xia Di was like the confrontation between a fish swimming in the river and a fisherman. He had been struggling desperately but still couldn't escape being caught in the net. The ending of being dragged ashore.

He failed to break free from the hook in his mouth, nor could he break the fishing man's pole, so he could only offer his tender and plump body.

Chu Zihang turned back to look at his biological father with a troubled look on his face. After thinking about it for a while, he still didn't say anything to explain. He and Master Xia had known each other for such a long time, and knew that the other party should have the intention of training his junior brother, which was why they persisted. Now.

Otherwise, with the way the father and son restrained each other, they would not be able to hit the final goal that determines the outcome.

That is to say, his junior brother's sudden flying save was too thrilling. He fell heavily to the ground and looked a little worried. What's more, Master Xia regarded his junior brother as his son, so the last goal ended so abruptly.

The father and son looked at each other, and Chu Tianjiao scratched his head: "Haha, chess is only one move away, chess is only one move away."

Pursing his lips, Chu Zihang wanted to say that this idiom was not used in this way, but he felt that pointing out the mistake now would only lose the man's face, so he just nodded and said nothing.

Lao Chu was about to ask if he and his son wanted to play alone, when he heard Master Xia's voice from across the court: "Are you tired? If not, can you continue?"

He didn't mention the bet of calling his father. It was just a joke. He couldn't really "humiliate his father" like Chen Taiqiu's friend. Xiao Chu was a good boy who planned to take care of him in the future. He couldn't do anything that would make him sad. .

After hearing this, the Chu family father and son looked over and saw the referee Shufen warming up next to Xia Di. It seemed that she was preparing to replace Xiaolu.

Seeing this, Chu Tianjiao narrowed his eyes slightly. He had not used all his strength just now, not only because he was afraid that his son would see something wrong, but also because he was worried that the foreign boy who was the referee had some sharp eyesight and could notice his unusual charisma.

Now that Xia Di has pulled him over, could it be that she wants to test him?

When it comes to his precious son, Chu Tianjiao can't help but think too much. After all, Kassel Academy and the Secret Party are not fun things to do. Once he gets involved with them, he will never be happy in his life.

But it’s hard to refuse now, so I can only nod in agreement.

Both sides still had plenty of energy and took a short rest before re-entering the field.

What made Chu Tianjiao dissatisfied was that his son was abducted by Xia Di, and Fengel, who was also reluctant, was thrown to him as a teammate, in the name of being evenly matched.

Chu Tianjiao felt offended by what he said, so he immediately roped in Fingel and started plotting to beat Xia Di to pieces.

Chu Zihang didn't have any objections to teaming up with Master Xia. Everyone was acting anyway, so it didn't matter who he partnered with. Being his opponent against that man was just a good opportunity for him to try his hand at it.

Xia Di finally put down the horribly damaged version of the racket and went to the rental office to rent a new racket. It seemed that he was ready to make the two big men on the opposite side suffer.

The flames of war reignited, Chinese and foreign co-production VS master and apprentice.

Fingel and Chu Tianjiao had agreed to target Xia Di before the game started, but as soon as the ball kicked off, they only aimed at Chu Zihang, completely ignoring Xia Di's side, as if they were undercover agents sent by the opposite side.

Chu Tianjiao was so angry that he angrily accused Fingel of surrendering to the enemy. However, Shufen said that she was just imitating him to pick on the weaklings. The two of them fought and scolded each other, and Xiaolu, who listened to the many slanderous words, opened the door to a new world.

In the end, the master-disciple bond between Master Xia and Chu Zihang was obviously stronger than the Chinese-foreign co-production between Commissioner Kassel and they won easily.

"Old Chu, are you okay?" Xia Di put her arm around Chu Zihang's shoulders and raised her eyebrows at Chu Tianjiao, who was still quarreling with Fengel: "If this continues, I'm afraid Zihang will completely devote himself to me. Xiamen’s arms.”

Looking at his expressionless son, whose eyes were full of nothingness and who neither struggled nor resisted, and was quietly being held by the dog thief on his shoulders, Comrade Lao Chu felt an inexplicable sense of déjà vu in a Japanese drama:

"Get your hands away, thief!"

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