"Okay, senior brother, I'll listen to you." Lu Mingfei thought that he had come all the way to the United States and it was too cowardly to go back in such a dejected state.
"First of all, you definitely can't do it dressed like this." Fingel touched his chin and looked at Lu Ming's outfit of a white T-shirt and big pants.
"Do you have a suit in the bag you brought? Wait until the train comes and change into it in the fitting room of the carriage."
"Wearing a suit on a hot day, senior brother, are you crazy?" Lu Mingfei regretted trusting this senior brother who was dressed like a beggar.
"Because elegance never goes out of style."
"It's because everyone wears short-sleeves in the summer. You wear a suit made of wool, which makes you look stylish. What is S-class? What is different is called S-class. What does it mean to wear double flip-flops?" Fingel
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"Senior brother, what class are you in?" Lu Mingfei asked curiously.
"S, A, B, C, D, E are reduced in descending order. Of course, this year we are downgraded to F level. Do you see how proud I am?"
Fingel wore a pair of flip-flops on his feet, exposing his hairy big toes, and counted with his fingers in front of Lu Mingfei proudly.
"Young Master Li is not so independent as an S-class person, right?" Lu Mingfei retorted with an example.
"As a person who can wear ancient robes in a modern college, don't you think he is unconventional enough? Do you have to let Li Yongyuan set off an ancient culture revival movement in the school?"
Fingel looked at Lu Mingfei and smiled playfully.
"Damn, I forgot about this." Lu Mingfei slapped his head. He had also seen Mr. Li wearing a green robe and going out.
The main figure is tall and straight, perhaps because of his upbringing in his family. Even when he wears ancient robes, he looks as graceful as an actor in a historical drama, and does not appear out of place.
"So, in the academy, every influential figure who has a fan base on the Night Watch forum must have his or her own distinctive characteristics.
Like Chu Zihang, who is known as the cold-faced Shura, and has a cold and stern personality.
Caesar Gattuso, the dictator of ancient Rome, was handsome, wealthy, proud and brave.
Li Yongyuan is a humble gentleman. When he is quiet, the spring breeze turns into rain, and when he moves, thunder suddenly breaks out."
Therefore, it is not without reason that Li Yongyuan is the most popular among the girls in the academy.
Who doesn't want his future partner to be a great hero who is upright and at the same time still has a gentle and humble temperament, and occasionally smiles at him with that face that can make people crazy.
Caesar did a pretty good job in this regard. He was the most popular among the girls before Li Yongyuan's future school.
But after Li Yongyuan joined the academy, in comparison, the pride in the Gattuso family's bones easily showed a sense of distance.
As for Chu Zihang...don't mention it, just focus on being alone.
Fingel began to use his veteran agent's perspective to teach Lu Mingfei how to play an S-class character to the level he should have.
"Life is the fucking movie, handsome boy." The old senior gave the most sincere teachings to his junior.
He had heard about Lu Mingfei's bad character for a long time, but he never expected that he would underestimate his bad character when he met him in person.
"Junior, you have had a hard time these past few years."
Fingel sighed and finally said something from the bottom of his heart.
This sentence almost made Lu Mingfei's nose sore that he burst into tears. He almost cried while hugging the senior whom he had met for the first time but had become "a close friend".
He has lived for seventeen years, and everyone regards him as a marginal figure. Lu Mingfei is also used to being a good little person and a foil.
Any moment of being in the limelight only exists in your own fantasy.
So at this time, whoever appeared in Lu Mingfei's world and brought a beam of light, he was willing to trade with his life.
This is true for Young Master Li, and it is also true for Senior Sister Nuonuo, whom we have not known for a long time.
"Hey, isn't it? I feel homesick as soon as I come here." Fingel looked at the boy whose eyes were red at his words and felt a little dizzy.
"No, I just think of the past." Lu Mingfei laughed at himself.
What he didn't say was the girl in the white dress whom he had been dreaming about for three years but never held hands with.
This will become a youthful regret buried deep in my heart, just like an old photo album that is gradually turning yellow, making me sad every time I open it.
"There is no grass anywhere in the world, why should you fall in love with a flower unrequitedly? Pick it up, my senior brother will help you gallop."
Although Lu Mingfei didn't say it explicitly, Fingel was so sophisticated that he immediately saw that the melancholy hidden under the young man's gloomy mood was related to girls.
As he was speaking out his words of comfort, a dark train with silvery-white vine patterns rolled towards the entrance of the tunnel, breaking into the sight of the two guys like light and electricity.
"Get in the car, Junior Brother Lu, your life is about to usher in a new chapter."
"Yeah!" Lu Mingfei wiped away the non-existent snot, nodded vigorously, and walked into the train carrying a backpack stuffed with a pressure cooker and a pickle jar.
The CC1000 Express was speeding along in the darkness. Lu Mingfei's worldview collapsed and was rebuilt after Guderian's professor opened the livid oil painting and saw the embryonic red dragon with his own eyes.
Fortunately, he had already understood some of the truth hidden behind the world under the guidance of the little devil. Otherwise, he would have had to take at least three injections of sedatives to keep him calm when he saw the red dragon cub opening its eyelids to reveal golden pupils and opening its mouth to spit out the dragon.
At that moment of inflammation, don't scream.
"Hey, senior brother, do you think anyone would really accept my style?"
Lu Mingfei looked at the bathroom mirror in the corridor of the carriage with his slicked-back hair slicked back with some hairspray. He put on the outfit that Nono had bought for Ricardo M. Lu at the cinema, and even sprayed it coquettishly.
After putting on cologne.
The boy suddenly felt like a superior person.
"Forget your past experiences, this is a country you have never set foot in, and your classmates will not know your past."
Fingel corrected Lu Mingfei's posture and taught him how to make his cowardly eyes exude murderous intent.
"But I saw someone on the forum took out a group photo of me with a little red star on my forehead, and it seems that there was also a photo of Senior Brother Chu. We seem to be in the same kindergarten." Lu Mingfei interjected without any discernment.
"Shut up. We are about to arrive at the train station inside the academy. If you don't want to be overwhelmed by the angry crowd, just pretend to be fierce. Remember your label. The temperament of a gangster who loves to play games is highlighted." Fingel said.
They look very much like the assistants who accompany new actors.
"No, no gangster likes to play games." Lu Mingfei, a transparent young man, began to question the company's planned marketing route before he even debuted.
"That's not because your specialties are too few."
Fingel handed him the PPK pistol that he had used to test the hardness of the dragon scales with his backhand, "I turned off the safety and inserted it into the back waist of Lixi's pants. Remember to expose it."
"When someone really questions your strength to your face, just pull out a gun and scare them."
Lu Mingfei took the gun and was about to cry without tears. He finally knew what it meant to be a free America, and there were gunfights every day.
He is only eighteen years old, he is still a student, and he just wants to come to the United States to get a scholarship. What is wrong with him?
"Junior, you have to understand the truth that a big tree attracts wind. Isn't there an old saying in your country that people are afraid of being famous and pigs are afraid of being strong? Hold on, otherwise you will be on the chopping block for the next four years.
It’s meat.”
Fingel looked at him seriously.
Lu Mingfei looked out through the dark train window and seemed to see countless pairs of golden eyes shining in the dark night.