When I was supposed to be slaying the dragon, I accidentally started cultivating immortality

In the morning, in Cassel College, in the student dormitory, 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? How about we discuss it with Brother Fei first? What if Brother Fei knows that Xia Mi is a dragon?"

"Him? If he knew and wanted you to know, then he should have told you long ago," Norton said. "Since he didn't tell you, either he didn't know or he didn't want you to know. Hmm… maybe you don’t want me to know.”

"And I'm not 100% sure that the hybrid named Xia Mi is Jormungandr in disguise. I'm only 70% to 80% sure," Norton said. "If you go talk to Lu Mingfei now, and then find out No, how do you want it to end?"

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

"I asked you to find the hybrid named Xia Mi just to get up close and personal with her and test whether my guess is correct," Norton said. "When I confirm the guess, you can tell Lu Mingfei It’s 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. Will I be inferior to her?"

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

"It's impossible, her brother is mentally retarded," Norton denied. "It's impossible for that mentally retarded person to have such a brain disguise."

"Don't worry, if that Xia Mi is really Jormungandr in disguise, then she must have her own purpose in sneaking in, and I can doubt her, and she must have begun to doubt you. Since she didn't take action, it means that she She still wants to hide her identity. Even if her identity is exposed by us, she will not take action." Norton understood. "Firstly, she needs to continue to disguise herself. Secondly, she also knows that she can't beat me, so you It's absolutely safe to go to her."

To be honest, Old Tang doesn't really want to take this risk. After all, using Norton's power will further expand Norton's initiative in his sea of ​​consciousness - but without 100% confirmation of Xia Mi's identity, he went to Brother Fei to talk about it. It's not good for him to suspect that Xia Mi is the Dragon King who sneaked in. This is an irresponsible frame-up. If it turns out that Xia Mi is not a dragon, he will no longer be a human inside and out. Will we be able to remain friends in the future? It’s hard to say whether it will leave a rift in the relationship.

"Let's do it! Invite Xia Mi out to test her first!" After thinking about it, Norton's words indeed made sense, and even if Xia Mi was really the Dragon King, it was unlikely that he would do anything in the school, Old Tang decided to test Xia Mi first.

"I'm going to write her a letter and ask her out." Old Tang opened the desk drawer and looked for letter paper.

"Why don't you call or send text messages?" Norton was puzzled.

"Writing letters has a sense of ritual." Old Tang said seriously.

Norton fell silent.

"In addition, I'm worried that Norma may be secretly monitoring students' mobile phones," Old Tang said. "Although the school says that Norma will not monitor students' privacy, who can say for sure? Students themselves do not have artificial intelligence, so they are Norma won’t be able to find it even if she monitors it. It’s safer to write a letter because Norma won’t use cameras to monitor you in the dormitory. After you finish writing, put it in an envelope and Norma won’t see through it.”

"I can't tell you still have some brains." Norton said.

"I'll just take it as you complimenting me." Old Tang twitched his lips.

"No." Norton denied immediately.

Old Tang:......

…

"Junior brother, I'm back!"

Fingel pushed open the dormitory door carrying a big bag.

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

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

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

"How do you speak? This is the look in the eyes of the senior brother who cares about the junior brother and wants to help the junior brother!" Fingel walked towards Old Tang with an eager smile on his face.

Old Tang subconsciously blocked the credit that he had just finished writing and folded it up - although what he wrote was normal, he just asked Xia Mi to go to the coffee shop tomorrow afternoon. He wanted to ask her for help with something, but if Fenger I saw it, and I guess the news that he has a crush on Xia Mi will spread throughout the academy before dinner tonight.

Folding the letter as quickly as possible, Old Tang estimated that Fingel would definitely ask what the gossip was about, and he was ready to rebuff Fingel with the most decisive attitude.

But contrary to his expectation, Fingel did not ask him what he had written, but came over with a rather flattering smile.

"Are you writing a letter, junior brother?" Fingel smiled as if he was sending New Year greetings to the rooster, "Junior brother, have you ever heard of an ancient saying from China?"

"Ah? What?" Old Tang was a little confused as to what medicine Fingel was selling in his gourd.

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

"I know," Old Tang nodded, "I read a book that said, 'A good horse is matched with a good saddle, a good boat is matched with a good sail, a bastard is matched with a mung bean, and a fool is matched with cerebral palsy.'"

"What's next?" Fingel suddenly realized, thoughtfully, "It seems that senior brother is ignorant."

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

"Ahem, junior brother, since you know that a good horse deserves a good saddle, do you think this good letter should also come with a good envelope?" Fingel said.

Old Tang reached out and opened the bag that Fingel was carrying. As expected, it was densely packed with unused envelopes.

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

"Actually, I also sell bookmarks and notebooks." Fingel said shyly.

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

"The application was approved, but something unexpected happened," Fingel sighed, "Junior brother, you also know that I have always been informal about money, so it was inevitable that I owed a little money to my friends. As a result, my creditors I don’t know where I heard the news that I had a scholarship, so we went to the Finance Office collectively, and finally alerted Professor Manstein, who ordered that my scholarship be used to pay off the debts of past creditors.”

"What about the rest?" Old Tang asked.

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

"Damn! How much do you owe, senior brother?"

"Hey... we can't bear to look back on the past, don't mention it again, don't mention it again," Fingel waved his hand and changed the subject, "Junior brother, you see how pitiful the senior brothers are. They are all reduced to the misery of selling envelopes in school to make money. Now that we are in such a bad situation, just take pity on our senior brother and buy him an envelope, right?"

"Okay, I just need it."

Old Tang reached into his bag and took out an envelope.

It was a light brown plaid envelope with a birch bark-like background and decorated with dark ribbons. The details were well made and the edges were painted with golden patterns. It looked solemn and majestic, quite a bit high-end office. The style of supplies.

"Junior brother has a good eye!" Fingel half praised and half flattered, "This kind of envelope is the best among all my envelopes. It is made of refined offset paper, comes with its own sealant, and is also decorated with gold powder and silk. Purely handmade, master-level artwork..."

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

"I'll give you a friendly price, junior brother, it's only 49.9 US dollars." Fingel smiled shyly.

"Why the hell don't you go and grab it?" Old Tang stared and was about to stuff the envelope back into the bag.

"Hey, brother! This is a work of art!" Fingel quickly covered the bag, his movements even faster than those of Old Tang who folded the letter paper before.

"The fortune teller said that I am a layman and will never be able to do art in this life." Old Tang shook his head.

"Aren't you a Chinese American? Why is there a fortune teller?" Fingel covered the bag and dodged left and right.

"Can't there be fortune tellers in the United States?" Old Tang said, "It's not impossible if you want me to buy one, but you have to agree to a condition."

"Junior brother, just ask, as long as I can do it, even if it means going up mountains of swords and under seas of fire..."

"Send the letter for me," Old Tang said.

"Twenty dollars more."

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

"Hey, hey, can we add another ten dollars? Five dollars! Only five dollars!" Fen

"Deal." Old Tang nodded.

Old Tang picked up the folded letter paper on the table, put it in the envelope he had just taken, and handed it to Fingel: "Room 206, Building 4, just deliver it today."

"Don't worry, junior brother, I've always been reliable in my work!" Fingel patted his chest, took the envelope, opened the drawer and put it in, putting his arm around Old Tang's shoulders, "I'll leave it here for now. To celebrate senior brother, I've made a profit in the past two days. For one hundred and five dollars, I’ll treat you to a nice meal in the cafeteria.”

"I know that of the one hundred and five dollars, fifty-five dollars were contributed by me," Old Tang complained as he stood up, "Who were the unlucky ones who were tricked by you for the other fifty dollars?"

"I'm sorry, junior brother, customer information must be kept strictly confidential. This is our professional ethics." Fingel put his arm around Old Tang's shoulders and walked out of the dormitory door.

"Okay, then I won't ask this anymore. Let me ask, senior brother, you won't take me to the cafeteria to drink free soup like you did last time, right?" Old Tang asked.

"How can it be?"

"That's good……"

"Cookies and salad dressing are free today, too."

"I knew it!"

…

Standing in front of the door of Old Tang's dormitory, Zhuya stretched out her hand and pressed her chest to calm her accelerated heartbeat.

"Tuk tuk..."

"Tuk tuk..."

"Tuk tuk..."

After knocking on the door for a long time and getting no response, Zhuya took out the key and opened the door with a dark face. As Old Tang's "supervisor", she had previously asked for the key to his dormitory on the grounds that Old Tang was always late and she needed to supervise him. .

"As expected, he's not here," Zhuya glanced at the empty dormitory. She couldn't tell whether she was disappointed or relieved, "That's okay, just put the letter on his desk, right? I'm the only one who has the key to their dormitory anyway. He must know it was me who set it off."

Place the envelope decorated with light brown plaid pattern and dark silk ribbon on Old Tang's table. The golden pattern on the edge of the envelope shines in the sunlight.

After taking one last look at the envelope, Zhuya turned and left, gently closed the door, and murmured something in a low voice that only she could hear.

"I hope this lucky envelope bought for fifty dollars will actually have some effect..."

…

In the afternoon, in the dormitory.

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

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

Fingel scratched his hair and walked out with the envelope - he happened to be fine now, so he should deliver the letter quickly. After delivering the letter, he would come back and take a nap.

It turns out that severe sleep deprivation can really affect memory.

Fingel sighed as he walked.

…

In Xia Mi's dormitory.

Xia Mi, who was barefoot, and Chu Zihang, who was wearing only socks and no shoes, sat cross-legged on the floor in front of the TV. The TV was connected to the PS3 console, and the PS3 was connected to two controllers, held by Xia Mi and Chu Zihang respectively. in hand.

Not all dormitories in the school are double dormitories, 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 position for several hours. Even a mixed race was a little bit nervous. My legs are numb.

Not long after walking to the door, Xia Mi came back, holding a light brown plaid envelope in his hand.

"Brother, do you think Old Tang is sick?" Xia Mi took the envelope and sat down next to Chu Zihang again, complaining, "The senior brother who came to deliver the letter just now said that this letter was sent to me by Old Tang. What does he have?" Can’t you just send a message directly?”

"Maybe... it's something very important?" There was something strange 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. "Well, he's pretty good at writing. He's strong and muscular. He's much stronger than him. Let me see what he's going to do. Say something, 'See you at eight o'clock tomorrow night at the fountain pool next to the woods southwest of the library...'"

Xia Mi stopped reading.

She froze.

Chu Zihang was also stunned.

Why did Old Tang invite Xia Mi to the fountain pool next to the woods southwest of the library at night?

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

The fountain near the library is a well-known confessional place in the school.

Could it be that...Old Tang wanted to confess his love to Xia Mi? ! !

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

A flash of lightning seemed to flash in Chu Zihang's mind, and what Su Xiaoqiang said at the dinner table yesterday resurfaced again - she seemed to have said that she and Lu Mingfei were a couple from the beginning... happy enemies? !

Could it be that……

An incredible guess swirled in Chu Zihang's mind.

Xia Mi quietly moved his eyes to see Chu Zihang's reaction next to him.

Chu Zihang was still sitting cross-legged on the ground, his hands hanging by his legs and covered by his legs, his face still expressionless.

Only his hands, which were hanging down and blocked by his legs, were tightly formed into fists, with blue and purple blood vessels protruding from root to root.