I Was Supposed To Slay the Dragon and Started To Cultivate Immortals Unexpectedly - Chapter 317 Lao Tang wants to confess to Xia Mi? ! !

In the morning, in the student dormitory of Kassel College, Old Tang was sitting at his desk, discussing with Norton.

"Brother Norton, are you sure it's okay for us to go directly to Xia Mi? Why don't we discuss it with Brother Fei first? What if Brother Fei knows that Sister Xia Mi is a dragon?"

"He? If he knew, and wanted you to know, he should have told you," Norton said. "Since he didn't tell you, either he didn't know, or he didn't want you to know. Hmm... maybe it's because they don't want me to know."

"And I can't be 100% sure that the hybrid named Xia Mi is a disguise of Yemengarde, I'm just 70% to 80% sure," Norton said, "If you go and talk to Lu Mingfei now, and find out No, how do you want it to end?"

"Uh..." Old Tang scratched his head.

"I asked you to find that half-breed named Xia Mi, just to get in touch with her at close range and to test if my guess is correct," Norton said, "When I confirm the guess, you will go and tell Lu Mingfei. Not too late."

"But what if we can't beat her?" Old Tang expressed concern.

"Me? Can't beat her?" Norton sneered. "She can't even beat some dukes. Would I be inferior to her?"

"But didn't you say she has a strong brother? What if her brother hides beside her?" Old Tang was still worried.

"No way, her brother is mentally retarded," Norton denied. "There's no way that mental retardation has this brain disguise."

"Don't worry, if that Xia Mi is really Yemengade's disguise, then she must have her own purpose for sneaking in, and if I can doubt her, she must have begun to doubt you, since she didn't take action, it means she She still wants to continue to hide her identity, even if her identity is revealed by us, she will not do it," Norton understood, "First, she still needs to continue to disguise, and secondly, she also knows that she can't beat me, so you It's absolutely safe to go to her."

To be honest, Lao Tang didn't really want to take this risk. After all, with Norton's power, Norton's initiative in his sea of ​​consciousness would be further expanded - but without 100% confirmation of Xia Mi's identity, he went to Brother Fei and told him about him. It's not good to suspect that Xia Mi is a dragon king who sneaked in. This is an irresponsible slander. In case Xia Mi is not a dragon in the end, he will not be a human inside or outside. Can friends continue to do it in the future? Leaving a rift in the relationship is hard to tell.

"Done! Let Xia Mi come out to test her first!" After thinking about what Norton said really makes sense, and even if Xia Mi is really the Dragon King, it is unlikely that Xia Mi will do it in school, so Old Tang decided to test Xia Mi first.

"I'm going to write her a letter and ask her to come out." Lao Tang opened the drawer of the desk to find the stationery.

"Why not call or text?" Norton wondered.

"Writing a letter is more ritualistic." Old Tang said seriously.

Norton fell silent.

"Also, I'm worried that Norma may be secretly monitoring students' mobile phones," Lao Tang said. "Although the school says that Norma will not monitor students' privacy, who can say such a thing? The students themselves do not have artificial intelligence, and they are Norma can’t find it even if it’s being monitored, so it’s better to write a letter to be safe, and Norma will never be monitored by cameras in the dormitory. After writing, find an envelope and put it in an envelope, and Norma won’t be able to see through.”

"I don't see that you still have some brains." Norton said.

"I'll take it as you compliment me." Old Tang twitched the corners of his mouth.

"No." Norton immediately denied.

Old Tang: …

…

"Junior brother, I'm back!"

Fingal pushed open the dormitory door with a large bag.

"Huh? Junior Brother, are you writing a letter?"

Looking at Old Tang who was lying on the desk and writing something on pure white letter paper, Fingal's eyes lit up, and he was all excited.

"Huh? Senior brother, why do you look like the weasel saw the chick leaving the nest?" Old Tang frowned, and an ominous premonition came to his heart.

"How do you talk? This is the look of senior brother caring for junior brother and wanting to offer help to junior brother!" Fingel walked towards Lao Tang with an eager smile on his face.

Old Tang subconsciously blocked the credit that had just finished writing the last letter and folded it up - although what he wrote was normal, he just asked Xia Mi to go to the coffee shop tomorrow afternoon, and wanted to ask her for help, but if he asked Fingal Seeing it, it is estimated that the news of his crush on Xia Mi will spread throughout the academy before dinner today.

Folding the letter as fast as possible, Old Tang guessed that Fingal would definitely ask him about what he was doing, and he was ready to reject Fingal with the most determined attitude.

But contrary to his expectations, Fingal didn't ask him what he wrote, but came over with a rather flattering smile.

"How about writing a letter, Junior Brother?" Fingal smiled as if he was greeting the rooster. "I wonder if Junior Brother, have you ever heard an old saying from China?"

"Ah? What?" Old Tang couldn't figure out what medicine Fingal's gourd was selling.

"A good horse with a good saddle!" said Fingal.

"I know," Lao Tang nodded. "I read a book that said, 'A good horse matches a good saddle, a good boat matches a good sail, a **** matches mung beans, and a fool matches cerebral palsy'."

"This is the one behind?" Fingal suddenly realized, thoughtfully, "It seems that senior brother is ignorant."

"Senior brother, if you have something to say, you might as well say it directly." Old Tang said.

"Ahem, since you know the truth about a good horse with a good saddle, Junior Brother, shouldn't you say that a good letter should also be accompanied by a good envelope?" said Fingal.

Old Tang reached out and opened the bag that Fingal was carrying. Sure enough, it was densely filled with envelopes that had never been used.

"Senior brother, are you... selling envelopes?" Lao Tang asked.

"Actually, I also sell bookmarks and handbooks by the way." Fingal said shyly.

"Senior brother, are you short of money?" Old Tang wondered, "Didn't Brother Fei apply for a scholarship for you? Didn't you apply for it?"

"The application was applied, but something went wrong," Lao Tang sighed, "You know, brother, I have always been informal when it comes to money, so it is inevitable that I owe my friends a little money, but my creditors don't I know where I heard the news that I have a scholarship, so I went to block the finance department as a group, and finally alerted Professor Manstein, who ordered to use my scholarship to pay off the debts of the creditors who were looking for the past."

"What about the rest?" Old Tang asked.

"The rest? Pay it back slowly." Fingal sighed again.

"Fuck! Senior brother, how much do you owe?"

"Hey... the past is unbearable to look back on, don't mention it again, don't mention it again," Fingal waved his hand and changed the subject, "Young brother, you look at how pitiful the senior brothers are, they are all reduced to the miserable situation of selling envelopes in the school to make money. Now, take pity on the poor senior brother and buy an envelope?"

"Okay, I just need it."

Old Tang put his hand into the bag and took out an envelope casually.

It was a light brown plaid envelope with a birch bark-like background and decorated with dark ribbons. The details were well-crafted, and the edges were painted with golden patterns. It looked solemn and grand, with a bit of a high-level office look. Style of supplies.

"Junior brother has a good vision!" Fingal said half-complimented and half-pleasantly, "This envelope is the best of all my envelopes. The material is made of refined offset paper, with its own sealant, and it is also decorated with gold powder and silk. Handcrafted, master art..."

"Senior brother, give up, I won't believe your false advertising," Old Tang complained, "Let's be honest, how much is this envelope?"

"I'll give you a friendship price, just $49.90." Fingal smiled shyly.

"Why the **** didn't you go grab it?" Old Tang stared at him and was about to stuff the envelope back into the bag.

"Hehehehe Junior Brother! This is a work of art!" Fingal hurriedly covered the bag, and his movements were faster than Old Tang who folded the letter paper.

"The fortune-teller said that I am a layman, and I can't touch art in my life." Old Tang shook his head.

"Aren't you a Chinese-American? Why is there a fortune teller?" Fingal dodged left and right, clutching his bag.

"Can't there be a fortune teller in the United States?" Lao Tang said, "It's not impossible if you want me to buy it, but you have to promise me a condition."

"Senior brother, you can open your mouth, as long as I can do it, senior brother, even if I go up the mountain of knives and go down to the sea of ​​​​fire..."

"Help me deliver the letter." Old Tang said.

"Another twenty dollars."

"Return the envelope to you." Old Tang continued to stuff envelopes into Fingal's bag.

"Hey, hey, ten dollars more? Five dollars! Just five dollars!" Finn

"Deal." Old Tang nodded.

Old Tang picked up the letter paper that had been folded in half on the table, put it in the envelope he just took, and handed it to Fingal: "Room 206, Building No. 4, just deliver it today."

"Don't worry, Junior Brother, I have always been reliable!" Fingal patted his chest, took the envelope, opened the drawer and put it in, holding Old Tang's shoulders, "Leave it here for now, to celebrate Senior Brother, I have earned one in the past two days. For $105, I'll take you to the cafeteria for a good meal."

"I know that I contributed fifty-five dollars out of the hundred and five dollars," Old Tang got up while complaining, "Which other unlucky ones have been tricked by you for the other fifty dollars?"

"I'm sorry, junior brother. Client information must be kept strictly confidential. This is our professional ethics." Fingel walked out of the dormitory door while holding Old Tang's shoulders.

"Okay, then I won't ask this, let me ask, Senior Brother, won't you take me to the cafeteria to drink the free soup like last time?" Lao Tang asked.

"How can it be?"

"That's good…"

"Biscuits and salad dressing are also free today."

"I knew it!"

…

Standing in front of Lao Tang's dormitory, Zhuya stretched out her hand and pressed her chest, calming her racing heart.

"Tuk Tuk..."

"Tuk Tuk..."

"Tuk Tuk..."

After knocking on the door for a long time without getting a response, Zhuya took out the key and opened the door with a dark face. As Lao Tang's "boss", she asked for the key to his dormitory because he was always late and she needed to supervise Lao Tang.

"Sure enough, it's not there," Zhuya glanced at the empty dormitory, Zhuya couldn't tell whether she was disappointed or relieved, "That's fine, just put the letter on his desk? Anyway, I'm the only one who has the key to their dormitory, He must have known that I let it go."

Put the envelope decorated with light brown plaid and dark silk ribbon on the old Tang table. The golden pattern on the edge of the envelope shone in the sun.

One last glance at the envelope, Zhuya turned to leave, closed the door softly, and muttered in a low voice that only she could hear.

"Hope this lucky envelope for fifty dollars really works..."

…

In the afternoon, in the dormitory.

Pushing open the door of the dormitory, Fingal walked to Lao Tang's desk and picked up the envelope: "Huh? I didn't put the envelope in the drawer?"

"Why is my memory getting worse... No, I have to stay up late and watch movies less recently."

Fingal scratched his hair and walked out with the envelope—it just happened that he was fine now, so hurry up and deliver the letter, and then come back and sleep in the afternoon.

It turns out that severe lack of sleep can really affect memory.

Fingel sighed as he walked.

…

Xia Mi's dormitory.

Xia Mi, who was barefoot, and Chu Zihang, who only wore socks, were sitting on the floor in front of the TV. The TV was connected to the ps3 host, and the ps3 was connected to two controllers, which were held by Xia Mi and Chu Zihang respectively. .

Not all dormitories in the school are double dormitories, and a few students are also assigned to single rooms - Xia Mi is one of the lucky ones.

"Tuk Tuk—"

There was a knock on the door, Xia Mi put down the handle and walked out. Chu Zihang also put down the handle and adjusted his numb legs - before he knew it, he hadn't changed his posture for several hours, even if he was a mixed race, he had some legs. numb.

Shortly after walking to the door, Xia Mi came back, holding a light brown plaid envelope in his hand.

"Senior brother, do you think Lao Tang is ill?" Xia Mi sat down next to Chu Zihang with the envelope and complained, "The senior brother who came to deliver the letter just now said that this letter was sent to me by Lao Tang, what does he have? Wouldn't it be better to send a message directly?"

"Maybe...it's something very important?" There was something odd in Chu Zihang's tone that he didn't even notice.

"I want to see what he's up to!" Xia Mi tore open the envelope, "Hey, he's written quite well, he is strong and strong, and he is much stronger than him. Let me see what he wants to do. Say something, 'Tomorrow at eight o'clock, by the fountain pool by the grove in the southwest of the library, see you...'"

Xia Mi stopped reading.

She was stunned.

Chu Zihang was also stunned.

Why did Lao Tang ask Xia Mi to go to the fountain pool next to the grove in the southwest of the library at night?

He recalled what Su Xiaoqian said in the Chinese restaurant yesterday.

The fountain pool near the library is a well-known confession sanctuary in the school.

Could it be... Lao Tang wants to confess to Xia Mi? !

This is impossible! He doesn't look like he likes Xia Mi at all...

There seemed to be a flash of light in Chu Zihang's mind, and what Su Xiaoqian said at the dining table yesterday reappeared - she seemed to say that she and Lu Mingfei were a couple from the very beginning... happy friends? !

Could it be that…

An unbelievable guess was churning in Chu Zihang's mind.

Xia Mi quietly moved her eyes to glance at Chu Zihang's reaction beside her.

Chu Zihang was still sitting cross-legged on the ground, with his hands hanging by his legs and covered by his legs, his face still had no expression.

Only the drooping hands that were blocked by the legs were tightly knitted into fists, and the roots of the blue-purple blood vessels protruded.

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