dragon raja

LuMingfei

Lu Mingfei helplessly typed "GG" on the screen ("GG" stands for "Good Game", which is used to praise the other party for playing well in competitive games, and also means admitting defeat), and then cut out the game. The last scene displayed on the screen was that twelve human cruisers used gorgeous Yamato cannons to focus their fire, turning his mother nest into a pool of blood.

He lost the sixth game of the day with a win-loss ratio of zero to six. This time he lasted until 22 minutes and 23 seconds before being taken down, but he was finally taken down. The opponent's micro-control was very good, and he used humans. Human machine gunners are a perverted type of soldiers in this game. Their gun-drawing speed is zero. They shoot as soon as they stand still and run away after drawing their guns. Lu Mingfei's puppies could not catch up with them and were shot one by one on the road.

In the public chat channel, the opponent was talking excitedly, "It is not necessary for humans to send out tanks to fight Zerg. Experts seldom send out tanks. Just burst out soldiers at the beginning. A large number of machine gunners mixed with nurses rush forward, fighting and defending at the same time. You have to suppress the opponent's Zerglings before they can upgrade. He will just have to keep sending out troops to fight you. You win if his Hydralisks cannot form a team. Then the cruiser formation will attack from the back, which is overwhelming..." Lu Mingfei could imagine the guy's excited look.

Lu Mingfei didn't say anything and switched to QQ. The girl in the baseball cap was still gray and motionless. She wasn't online, so he waited in vain. He scratched his head, a little disappointed. Another avatar jumped up, a panda with a nasty look.

"Brother, you played Zerg well. Let's cut him next time!" Panda was the one who defeated him. "You just lack in micro-management. Your tactical awareness is very good."

"Okay." Lu Mingfei said.

Panda went offline triumphantly, and Lu Mingfei stuck out his tongue at the screen. If the other party saw Lu Mingfei's operation with his own eyes, he probably would not be so proud, but would just curse "p*****t" and then turn around and leave. Lu Mingfei did not connect the mouse, but used the red dot control on the old IBM notebook. Everyone knows how difficult it is to play competitive games with the red dot control, just like picking your ears with a rolling pin. But Lu Mingfei was too lazy to emphasize to that brother that he was challenging the high difficulty just out of boredom, because he himself found it boring to do so. After defeating everyone in the channel with micro-control, he switched to using his left hand. After winning with his left hand, he threw away the mouse and used the red dot. If one day he defeated the entire channel with the red dot, how would he kill time?

Why bother? Why bother? He sometimes said to himself. He kept playing the same old game and waiting, but she rarely came online.

"A box of discounted bagged milk, half a pound of Guangdong sausages, and the new issue of 'The Newest Novel' that Mingze ordered. Come back quickly after you buy them and pick the celery on the table for me! Also, go to the message room to see if there are any letters from the United States! Still playing games? You don't care about your own affairs at all. If no one accepts you, how can you get into a top university? What's the point of spending so much money on you?" Aunt's voice rang out like thunder next door.

Lu Mingfei felt his head buzzing, and he agreed repeatedly, then ran out. The corridor was quiet, and he leaned against the door, hearing his aunt still grumbling. The afternoon sun shone in from the window at the end of the corridor, shining warmly on him. Pure white sheets were drying in the corridor, and the wind outside the window blew the green leaves rustling.

It's spring again, and Lu Mingfei is eighteen years old this year.

He lives with his uncle and aunt, and has a cousin named Lu Mingze, who attends the most famous private high school in the area, with high tuition fees, harsh teachers, luxury cars and beautiful women. He has three months and four days to take the college entrance examination, and it seems as if the whole world is roaring in his ears, telling him that the end is coming, and he should be full of fighting spirit, pounce on the mock exam papers like a murderous fighting c**k, and show his determination to work hard.

But the greater the pressure, the lazier Lu Mingfei became. Apart from playing the old game "StarCraft", he just lay on the bed and stared at the ceiling. He had no interest in his future at all.

As a person with little sense of existence, his laziness is not difficult to understand.

Lu Mingfei hadn't seen his parents for more than six years. The good news was that they were still alive and wrote to him every six months. The bad news was that every time she wrote to him, his mother told him with regret that her plan to visit him in China would be postponed because "there had been new developments." His parents were both archaeologists and were said to be busy with a big project. Once the results were announced, they would shock the world like Sven Hedin's discovery of the ancient city of Loulan. When he was in junior high school, Lu Mingfei was very proud of having such parents. He read a lot of archaeological books and talked about it with his classmates on the way home from school. But he soon realized that he should be proud of his brothers who were picked up by their parents after school. After school, a group of classmates walked side by side in a sloppy manner, occupying almost half of the street. Car horns would sound again and again from behind, and then one of the brothers in the team would immediately stop swaying and get into his car and drive away. The number of people decreased one by one, and in the end, Lu Mingfei was often the only one left, continuing to sway forward.

The brothers looked out through the car windows and saw Lu Mingfei's back kicking stones as he walked away freely. They were very envious. They envied that he could go wherever he wanted, go shopping in the mall, buy food, and even play billiards. Anyway, his family didn't discipline him strictly and never picked him up after school.

But in fact, Lu Mingfei didn't go shopping or play billiards when he was alone. After he got bored of sitting in the Internet cafe, he went home, entered the building but didn't go into the house, went through the iron fence leading to the roof, sat next to the humming air conditioner and looked at the city until the sun went down.

Lu Mingfei felt that his parents were like superheroes and superwomen. Perhaps only if the plane he was on crashed one day, they would suddenly appear in front of him and carry the plane to the ground safely. If not, they would always be busy for the world, not for him, Lu Mingfei. Superhero parents can certainly be used to brag, but in fact, it is no different from not existing. Lu Mingfei can hardly remember what his parents look like. Only when he occasionally looks at the photo of his parents and him in the living room when he was a child, can he barely recall the man and woman, as well as the old building of his family with ivy growing outside.

Uncle and aunt were more interested in the money that Lu Mingfei's parents sent back from abroad, rather than Lu Mingfei himself. Thanks to that money, Lu Mingfei could go to that private high school. Thanks to that money, uncle and aunt could buy a small-displacement BMW. Uncle had money to buy some imitation brand-name goods, and aunt had money to lose at the mahjong table. Thanks to that money, his cousin Lu Mingze got the nickname "Prince Ze" in school. Lu Mingze went to the same high school as him. Not only did he have better grades, but he also wore more exquisite clothes than him. He would rush to give money whenever there were girls eating together. Uncle and aunt would also dress very decently to attend Lu Mingze's parent-teacher meetings, making people feel that Lu Mingze was a child who grew up in a honey pot, and he, Lu Mingfei, was "Lu Mingze's brother."

Lu Mingfei didn't really mind it, since he was a person with little sense of existence anyway.

Even his parents don’t care about him, how much can he expect from his uncle and aunt?

Lu Mingfei put his hands in his trouser pockets, tilted his head and looked at the ground, went downstairs, bought the bagged milk and Guangdong sausages that his aunt wanted at the convenience store, and then strolled to the bookstall and bought a newly published "The Most Novel". His aunt thought that Lu Mingze was smart, good at reading, motivated, and particularly loved literature. In his aunt's mouth, Lu Mingze was also "our Mingze is studying" when he read "The Most Novel". Every time the magazine came out with a new issue, his aunt knew more about it than Lu Mingze, and rushed Lu Mingfei to buy it, making the uncle at the newsstand downstairs think that Lu Mingfei was a melancholy child. But in fact, Lu Mingfei was very stupid. Every time he bought "The Most Novel", he would lean against the newsstand and finish reading the new issue of "Home Computers and Games", then throw it back to the stall, and frankly comment that Home Games was getting worse and worse, and then pat his butt and leave.

Lu Mingfei is a bit mean, for example, he doesn't like Lu Mingze, but he always visits Lu Mingze's secret QQ space. Lu Mingze read "The Most Novel" and gave himself a pen name "Lonely Greedy Snake". He copied a lot of sad sentences and put them in QQ space, accompanied by his own headshots taken with his mobile phone. Occasionally, he uploaded a few photos of his wrists smeared with red ink to pretend to cut his wrists. The accompanying poems probably mean that if there is no love, you will die. Lu Mingfei knew that his cousin was in love and had not yet found a girl he liked in school, so he wanted to encounter some thunder and fire on QQ. So he applied for a new QQ number and named it "The Mark of the Sunset", posted a photo of a short-haired cute loli, filled in the age as 16 years old, the gender as female, and wrote the signature as "Let your smile and sadness become the marks of my life". While Lu Mingze was surfing the Internet at home, he sneaked into the Internet cafe and chatted with "Lonely Greedy Snake". After a few visits, Lu Mingze probably felt that his greedy snake had finally found food, and he was willing to let his smile and sadness become the marks of the girl's life, so he happily hummed the "Song of Farewell" by Shin Band every day, and repeatedly made appointments to meet up, wanting to start a grand meeting. Lu Mingfei always made appointments when his aunt took Lu Mingze to learn piano. Lu Mingze could never see the "marks of the sunset", and when he sang "Song of Farewell", his tone was a little sad. This was the happiest thing for Lu Mingfei these days.

Lu Mingfei is such a person, not very good, nor does he have the ability to do bad things. He is eighteen years old and still doesn't know where his future lies.

"Ming Fei, everyone said you were going to study abroad." The old man at the newsstand suddenly thought of this when Ming Fei was flipping through the free family tours.

“No, I applied, but who wants me?” Lu Mingfei said casually.

"It's good to study abroad. After studying abroad, you can become a sea turtle and make a lot of money."

"I don't want to make a lot of money. If I can't get into college, I will come to your place to help you run the stall. Just give me some money so that I can buy PS2 discs."

"I have no future. I can't make money from the newsstand. I'm just old."

Lu Mingfei rolled his eyes and looked at the sunlight cast from the green shade above his head. "It's pretty good. I can bask in the sun. When no one comes, I can just stare blankly. There are also beauties passing by to look at."

This topic really made Lu Mingfei depressed. He did apply to a university in the United States, but it was not because his grades were so good that he had a great chance. Everyone had different ways of evaluating his grades. The head teacher sighed and said to his transcript from last semester, Lu Mingfei, do you know how much you have lowered the average score of our class? The aunt said to the uncle, Mingze's good grades are all from our family's genes, but your genes are not good! Only Lu Mingze comforted him, but on QQ, Lu Mingze said to him considerately, "Xiyang, what are you afraid of with bad grades? I will go my own way, this is what people like us should do! Anyway, you are a good girl in my eyes!"

However, it was the aunt who had the brainwave to insist on going abroad. She forced Lu Mingfei to fill out the application form and generously paid the application fee of several dozen dollars for each school. The aunt had her own logic. Among Lu Mingfei's grades in various subjects, only English was good. When he took the TOEFL with the English fanatic in the same class, he was lucky and got a good score. With Lu Mingfei's grades, it was difficult to get into a first-class undergraduate program. Nowadays, it is very popular to give up the exam and go abroad. If you apply and get lucky again and get an admission notice from an American university, you can be responsible for Lu Mingfei's parents and the money they send every month. This way, the aunt can rest assured. She has already made preparations in advance. Studying abroad is a matter of "enduring hardships to become a superior person". If Lu Mingfei really succeeds in going abroad, he must not be too squeamish and always go back to China during the winter and summer vacations. He must work and study there and learn English there. In short, it doesn't matter what you do, just stay on the other side of the ocean and don't let your aunt see you. As for tuition fees, it was a small matter. The money came from the sheep. You can write to Lu Mingfei's parents to ask for it. Auntie judged that Lu Mingfei's parents should be very rich after living abroad for so many years, because Auntie checked the account to which they were remitted, and it was a custodial account of Citibank. That account does not require manual operation. As long as you agree with the bank, checks will be automatically sent out every month. In this way, Lu Mingfei's parents will have to deposit a large sum of money in that account at one time and make regular expenses every month.

Actually, Lu Mingfei knew that his aunt had another set of ideas. Although Lu Mingze's grades were better than Lu Mingfei's, they were not the best either. He could not go to the famous universities like Tsinghua University and Peking University that his aunt always talked about. If he could give up the exam and go abroad, it would be a good idea, which would seem to be in line with the trend. But going to college is a lifelong thing, and his aunt couldn't bear to see Lu Mingze take risks. After thinking about it, his aunt probably remembered a famous saying that "all difficult roads should be trodden by the brave with hard feet", and she also thought that Lu Mingfei was very brave, so she asked him to try to tread a path for Lu Mingze with his hard feet. If he failed, it didn't matter, because it meant that this road was blocked, and Lu Mingfei could take the college entrance examination with his cousin one year later.

But the difficult road is obviously not paved by courage alone, but also requires some skills. Lu Mingfei's ability is probably limited to playing "StarCraft", but unfortunately there is no professional competitive game in the United States. Lu Mingfei has received more than a dozen replies in a row, and the opening sentences are similar:

“Dear Applicant:

Thank you for your interest in our college, but unfortunately..."

The aunt was very distressed about the application fees. She spent several hundred dollars on the application fees, but in return, these Americans just thanked her again and again. She was very unhappy about being a kind person. But Lu Mingfei was not anxious or impatient, and his mentality was extremely calm. He squeezed out a sad expression every time he received a rejection letter just to prevent his aunt from being too depressed.

He counted the schools he had applied to, and found that only one had not responded to his letter, and that was the highest-ranked one among them, the University of Chicago.

"Is there a letter for me?" Lu Mingfei poked his head in from the door of the reception room and spoke in English, "Mingfei Lu."

"Yes, it's from America." The guard threw out a letter.

Lu Mingfei touched the envelope and found only a thin piece of paper in it. It was basically a rejection letter. I heard that if it was an acceptance letter, it would be sandwiched with many forms and introduction materials, a thick stack. Last year, a boy from their school was successful in his application. He was so arrogant that he threw the stack of things on the table with a look of contempt. In the eyes of the girls who were envious, he said impatiently, "There are so many materials, how can I fill them all? Let my dad get me a typewriter to type them!"

Lu Mingfei tore open the envelope and found that the letter was actually written in Chinese:

"Dear Mr. Lu Mingfei:

Thank you for your interest in the University of Chicago, but unfortunately, you do not meet the admission requirements of the University of Chicago.

But, as we always say, there is always another option.

First, let me introduce myself. Cassell College is a private university located in the suburbs of Chicago, Illinois, USA. It is a sister school of the University of Chicago. Every year, we jointly organize inter-school competitions such as equestrian, rowing, hot air balloon, swimming, etc. on Lake Michigan, in addition to more extensive academic exchanges.

We are very honored to receive your application materials from the University of Chicago. After carefully evaluating your resume and transcripts, we believe that you have met the admission standards of Kassel College and would like to extend an invitation to you. In addition, your excellent biology grades have attracted the attention of Professor Guderian of our college, who hopes to allocate 36,000.00 from his research fund to you each year as a scholarship for your admission to our school. This scholarship is enough to cover all your tuition and living expenses for four years of college.

Please contact Professor Guderian as soon as you receive this letter. He is on an academic visit to China and is very interested in meeting you.

If you decide to accept our invitation, please contact me by email for all matters related to your trip and accommodation, and we will have someone to arrange it for you. I am Norma Lawes, the college secretary of Kassel College, and it is my great honor to serve you.

Yours sincerely,

Norma

Lu Mingfei put the letter down and looked up at the roof in a daze. He thought he saw the exchange rate of US dollars to RMB when he was online, which was 6.83. So 36,000 US dollars a year is 245,880 yuan, enough for him to buy 61,470 pirated PS2 discs, 8,196 World of Warcraft cards, or 64 Nokia N96 phones that he had been eyeing for a long time. Most of the students in their class have mobile phones, and Lu Mingze also has one. Aunt said it was a reward for Lu Mingze who ranked third in the class in the final exam last year, so she didn't buy it for Lu Mingfei.

He was a little confused. It seemed like a letter that started out right, a standard rejection letter. But how come after the sentence "But, we often say, there is always another choice", it suddenly jumped from hell to heaven. There was bitterness before this sentence, but flowers blossomed after this sentence. Equestrianism, rowing, hot air balloons, swimming, a private aristocratic college, and generous scholarships. The college secretary's tone was as kind and gentle as a female shopping guide in an international brand store. Lu Mingfei didn't know what he had done. He didn't even contribute the application fee to this Kassel College. Maybe it was a joke that Lu Mingze played on him? This cannot be ruled out. Maybe Lu Mingze discovered the true identity of "The Scratches of the Sunset" and Lu Mingze was looking for revenge. But the postmark on the envelope didn't look fake. Lu Mingfei could even recognize the postmark of Illinois, USA.

He turned the envelope over and found nothing inside except the elegant printed paper. He was convinced that this must be a scam. The letter also told him to contact Professor Guderian as soon as possible, but he didn't even have a phone number. He felt relieved when he thought about it.

"Sign for it." The guard threw another form over.

“Do I need to sign for the letter?” Lu Mingfei was puzzled.

"There is also a package accompanying the letter, and I want you to sign for it."

Lu Mingfei signed without thinking and received a large FEDEX envelope with something hard inside. He tore open the envelope and found a pure black N96 phone. He began to feel that he needed to calm down, as if there were countless bees flying around in his head. He turned on his phone and found that the battery was still half full. In the business card holder, there was only one contact, "Professor Guderian".