I'm worried about you.
Brothers who have risked their lives together—what a noble reason!
That morning, Lu Mingran gave this reason:
I'm worried about you.
Upon hearing his words, Cheng Yungui's expression changed, and he suddenly became very serious.
Next, Cheng Yungui looked at him like he was a rabbit being used in an experiment. His gaze made Lu Mingran feel uneasy, and he involuntarily took a step back, his back pressed against someone's back, and he began to stammer:
"What are you doing—"
After teasing him enough, Cheng Yungui couldn't help but burst into laughter:
"It's nothing. But why are you worried about me? Let me tell you, ever since we came out of the basement yesterday, Jack has been staring at you with a cold look in his eyes. You'd better be careful."
"Alright," Cheng Yungui patted the blanket, "I'm going to wash up now, see you downstairs later."
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Just as Cheng Yungui said, Lu Mingran should worry about herself.
Jack was the last person to come downstairs that night, and his butler had to help him down. He walked with a limp, which attracted a lot of attention.
"Jack?" Senior Tao looked at him with concern. "What happened to your leg?"
Jack is the only foreigner in the Happy Family. Senior Tao has always been worried that Jack will feel lonely, so he pays special attention to Jack's affairs.
Senior student Xiao Tao said, "If you get hurt, I have some medicine. Come to my room later and I'll apply it for you."
Wow, what great treatment!
Lu Mingran scooped up a spoonful of porridge and put it in her mouth, but the next moment Jack screamed as if someone had stepped on his tail, almost making Lu Mingran choke.
"no!"
Jack speaks in English, which is automatically translated to everyone by the world's built-in translation system.
Everyone heard Jack shout:
"No one is allowed to pull down my pants!"
Author's Note: I feel like writing with each chapter being 2,000 words is still the most comfortable~ Mwah, love you all, back to writing!
Chapter 54 Want to be the King of the Night? No way (6)
While everyone was confused and looking at each other, Lu Mingran swallowed a spoonful of porridge.
He knew what Jack's left thigh looked like right now.
It rots and turns black, causing unbearable pain. It automatically regenerates every hour, only to rot again, a continuous torment.
This is the Earl's method. He is a devil, and no one dares to mention his name; everyone calls him "the Earl" or "that man."
The most pitiful one is Senior Tao. His good intentions were wasted, and he doesn't even understand what he did wrong. Little does he know, everyone else here can admire Jack's thighs, but he's the only one who can't.
On the other side, Cheng Yungui couldn't stand it anymore and turned to let Xiao Tao eat first:
"Maybe Jack is the kind of foreigner who isn't very open-minded, so he asked his butler for help."
"Yes, Jack, I hope you get well soon," Lu Mingran chimed in.
"You'll be joining us in a practice instance two days from now. If you're too tired, take a break."
Jack, on the other hand, stared at Lu Mingran with a grimacing grin.
Today, Jack's knife and fork were making unusually loud noises. He was scrambling at the empty plate, seemingly out of nowhere. Meng Ling glanced at him and whispered, "He's just scratching the surface."
On the other side, Cheng Yungui's worried gaze shifted between Jack and Lu Mingran, but Lu Mingran seemed not to hear him at all, eating earnestly and happily.
After the meal, Lu Mingran took the initiative to walk up to Jack and said, "I want to give you a gift."
As he spoke, Lu Mingran took out a very thick book. This was prepared for him by the system; it was old, with yellowed pages, and had the feel of an old bookshelf.
Jack stared at the words on the book cover, the Chinese characters automatically translating into his mind:
Studies on Chinese Folklore.
Seeing that Jack was just staring blankly and didn't seem inclined to take the book, Lu Mingran forcibly handed it to him, saying:
“The instance we booked is related to a wedding in China, Jack. I hope you can learn about Chinese customs before entering the instance.”
In the original story, Jack, a typical foreigner in supernatural literature, keeps courting death, doing whatever is taboo and folklore he wants. He successfully disturbs the corpse in the coffin, forcing Cheng Yungui to risk his life to save him. At the critical moment, Cheng Yungui risks using the Resentful Twilight.
The people were rescued, and none were missing. But this also revealed to Jack that Cheng Yungui had two dice, one black and one red.
The most urgent task is to make Jack understand the principle that "if you don't do stupid things, you won't die."
But although Jack accepted the book, his eyes remained indifferent.
"Thank you, I really like China."
Lu Mingran smiled.
...The tone you used when you said you liked her was so fake.
Two days later, they arrived at the basement on time. Senior student Xiao Tao was there, encouraging each of them individually.
"Don't worry, everything will be alright." Cheng Yungui held his hand and looked at the two people who had already lay down inside. "It's time to go."
Senior student Xiao Tao watched him walk in and slowly closed the door.
"Welcome to the practice instance."
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"marriage".
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It was supposed to be a Chinese wedding, but the opening scene was set in a foreign country. According to world custom, there's usually a ten-minute "safe period" at the beginning; if you can't regain your senses during this time, things will get much more complicated later.
Lu Mingran was standing on the street. He recognized the street; it was Baker Street in London, England, featured in the TV series "Sherlock." He tried to find number 221, but his next move was to pull a gold pocket watch from his trench coat.
“Okay, fine…”
In reality, Lu Mingran's spoken English is only at the level of "how are you," so although he seemed to be speaking a lot of sophisticated and high-class English in his dream, he actually didn't understand a thing.
That's alright, dreams are chaotic and random, and he can understand what he's saying.
"Very good, it's lunchtime. Yun Gui and I made plans to have lunch together, it's time."
He carefully put away his pocket watch and strode forward. The next moment, the scene suddenly shifted, and he found himself inside a restaurant. At the far end, Cheng Yungui waved to him, speaking in his own improvised English:
"Mingran, over here."
Lu Mingran walked over quickly and sat down opposite him. Interestingly, Cheng Yungui didn't rush to talk to him, but observed him first, then suddenly borrowed some paper from the waiter and pushed the notebook in front of him.
"Mingran, I have a math problem that I don't understand. Can you help me solve it?"
A question suddenly appeared on my notebook: 1 + 1 = ?
Huh? You need to ask someone for this kind of question?
Lu Mingran leaned back: "Stop teasing me, Yun Gui."
"No, I'm serious. Write down the answer."
Cheng Yungui frowned and stared at him intently. The man's voice seemed to have a magical power, gradually calming Lu Mingran down.
“Okay, fine…”
Lu Mingran rubbed her nose, then helplessly spread her hands: "I don't have a pen."
"No, you do." It was still that deep, enchanting voice. "Mingran, you brought a pen."
A pen? What pen? Where is it?
Cheng Yungui looked at his trench coat: "Mingran, take a look in the pocket on your chest."
Are you kidding me? There are only pocket watches there.
Wait a minute... Lu Mingran felt like there was something extra in that pocket.
While staring at Cheng Yungui's face, he reached in and touched it, actually pulling out a black ballpoint pen, which he then tossed onto the table.
He pulled the pen cap off.
...Lu Mingran regained consciousness.
It was a dream. With Cheng Yungui's help, he woke up in just two minutes.
Lu Mingran asked for a towel to wipe her face and smiled:
"Do you wake up as soon as you enter a dream?"
"yes."
Cheng Yungui shook the newspaper on the table: "When I came in, I stood on Baker Street and saw Watson and Sherlock walking hand in hand on the street. That's when I knew something was wrong."
*Pfft*—Lu Mingran spat out the coffee she had just drunk.
So Cheng Yungui glanced at him sideways and said, "You believe such lies? Don't you know that every time I enter a dream, the first thing I do is call out 'Mantou'?"
Yes, steamed buns, that's Cheng Yungui's anchor.
Mantou was a cat that Cheng Yungui had raised since it was a kitten. The year Cheng Yungui went to college, Mantou sat at the door watching him pack his things, looking disgusted, but before he left, it rubbed against his trouser leg.
Cheng Yungui knew that as long as he called out "Mantou," the little black cat would meow and come to his side.
But his little black cat wouldn't appear in his dreams. Every time he called Mantou, he would wake up feeling lost.
Lu Mingran wiped her mouth and said, "How can you blame me? You were so serious when you were making up lies, it was your fault."
Just as the two were about to start arguing, an even bigger commotion arose at the door. They looked in the direction of the sound and saw a European man with a small braid and wearing a white shirt pulling and tugging at a waiter.
"You've dirtied my clothes and my hair!"
“But sir,” the waiter said innocently, “your hair is perfectly fine.”
"No, no..."
After he said that, a lace headband appeared on his head.