Dragon Raja; Chapter 89: Stars and Flowers (15)

Dragon Raja

In Xia Da’s manga Silent Words, there was a line: “Missed, not wrong, just passed.” That’s probably the meaning!

Nono took out her phone and put it on the nearby rock. It was an iPhone, its round back reflecting the light.

“I was born at 9:15 p.m. Let’s wait and see if anyone calls to give me a present before 9:15,” Nono said.

Nine fifteen, Lu Mingfei was stunned—that time sounded familiar.

“Yeah, right. Even if Caesar misses it, there are still plenty of other people giving you gifts, right?” Lu Mingfei thought of how Chen Wenwen received dozens of presents for her birthday.

“Nope, all my potential admirers have been scared away by Caesar’s dominating aura.” Nono smiled, “By the way, where do you want to visit in America?”

“I want to go to New York,” Lu Mingfei said. “I know a friend in America—Lao Tang. He used to play StarCraft with me, and he said if I ever came to America, he’d take me around on a Greyhound bus.” (Author’s note: Greyhound, a long-distance bus, is often seen as transportation for the poor in the U.S., where most families have their own cars.)

“Taking the Greyhound? Sounds fun.” Nono said.

“With a Bugatti Veyron and Ferrari at your disposal, saying Greyhound is good makes it seem like you’re really empathetic to poor kids.”

“No, Greyhound has its own charm. You follow it along, get off wherever looks nice, no driving, no planning, it’s like rolling a die, and you see where you end up.” Nono said, “Tell me something about your past, to pass the time.”

“Then it’s only fair if you tell me something too.”

“Mm,” Nono thought for a moment. “I’ll talk on your birthday.”

“Alright! It’s a deal!”

That night, Lu Mingfei didn’t remember how long he talked. He spoke about Chen Wenwen, then Liu Miaomiao, then Chu Zihang, and Zhao Menghua, then from warm feet to cold feet, until he was shivering a little from the cold.

At some point, Lu Mingfei suddenly realized that he was the only one talking. He didn’t know if Nono was listening. Sometimes her gaze fell on her phone, sometimes she looked far off into the distance.

“Alright, let’s go.” Nono glanced at her watch and put her phone away.

“Mm, alright.” Lu Mingfei also stood up, patting his pants. “Are you waiting for a call from someone?”

Nono was stunned, then squinted and smiled. “Yeah, I’m waiting for someone to give me a present.”

“Not Caesar?”

“No, not Caesar.”

“Then who are you waiting for?”

“Not telling you.”

“You’re acting tsundere.”

“How is waiting for a birthday gift acting tsundere?” Nono jumped up. “I really am waiting for a present.”

Nono walked ahead, carrying her shoes, lightly humming a tune, and Lu Mingfei followed, step by step, with bright headlights shining ahead.

“Have you ever received a birthday gift?” Nono asked casually.

“Yes.” Lu Mingfei thought about it. His uncle would give him small gifts on his birthday, and occasionally there were gifts from classmates too. For instance, in return for that CD, Chen Wenwen had given him a pen.

“I’ve never received one,” Nono said.

“No way?” Lu Mingfei didn’t believe it.

“Because I was stubborn as a child. I didn’t want to tell anyone my birthday. I thought it was my own secret.” Nono stood by the edge of the cliff, looking at the sky. “Later, I realized that secrets aren’t fun if you don’t share them. If you treat your birthday as a secret, no one will give you a present. But deep down, you still want the gift… it’s just too awkward to say it.”

“What about Caesar?”

“Caesar only just found out. He looked up my admission information; I didn’t tell him.”

“Then why did you tell me?”

“I really can’t find anyone to talk to,” Nuonuo said in a low voice, “Who can I tell? It’s my birthday today and I really want a gift… I don’t even know how to say it.”

Lu Mingfei felt a little dazed. At that moment, in his eyes, this majestic girl named Chen Motong “Nono” suddenly seemed so lonely—a lonely, slender girl.

He glanced at his watch, and the time had just passed 9:15 p.m. Suddenly, an idea struck him like a flash of lightning.

“Show me… the flowers…” he whispered, as if chanting an ancient spell.

No. 13 was climbing down the chimney of the library. His agility was not a problem at this time. He judged the situation clearly. It was basically impossible to approach the Odin Hall from the roof. Even if there were no vigilant students below, he might not be able to find the way. He decided to go inside the building, at least there were more hiding places.

He had been studying the terrain on the rooftop. Almost every building was tightly monitored except for the one he was on, which was quite a landmark. For some reason, it had become a blind spot in the defense network. So, he decided to enter the building. Perhaps from there, he could find a way to the underground garage.

He crawled out of the fireplace and saw books stacked all the way from the walls to the ceiling. They were all monographs wrapped in cowhide with gold-embossed titles on the covers, “Research on Dragon Mitochondria”, “Preliminary Exploration of Dragon Base Pair Theory”, “Dragon Skeletons: Super Evolution of Reptiles”, “Comprehensive Archaeological Report on Dragon Marriage Status”, “Secret Files: Totem Culture of Dragon Tribe”, “Raw Food or Cooked Food: Research on Dragon Dining Culture”… And on the table next to the fireplace was a thick book “Dungeons & Dragons: A Beginner’s Guide”!

“Library?” Number 13 muttered.

Number 13 was a “Dungeons & Dragons” player, a GM at a tabletop game in a café on weekends. He had even played as a red dragon, but he couldn’t believe that there were actually people here who studied “dragons” as if they were real—seriously academic about it.

What era is this? Are there still people who really believe that dragons exist in this world?

What a campus full of lunatics.

“Oh yeah!” he cheered.

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