Wu Sheng Lu Mingfei of the Dragon Clan

Chapter 164 The Complacent Caesar

Nono left.

Caesar was left looking at the girl's back with a blank expression.

What do you mean, wash your underwear yourself?

What is the meaning of the existence of washing machines and maids?
Although my girlfriend occasionally comes up with some wonderful ideas.

For example, at eleven o'clock in the evening, he suddenly said that he was going to drive a sports car for a ride.

Or a guy rushing into the rain in the Amazon looking for cannibals just to finish his summer homework.

But it is so inexplicable today, it is really rare.

After all, what aroused the interest of this crazy girl in the past was often the carnival dance floor in the starry sky or the long-distance travel on the spur of the moment.

No matter how you think about the underwear, it doesn't match Nuonuo's character.

"It's an S-class."

The secretary whispered in his ear.

"On the night watchman forum, there was a post about you and the S-class. This is what Nuo Nuo probably said."

"Oh, me and S-Class?"

Caesar raised the corners of his mouth with interest.

"What did you write, my fight with him?"

he said casually.

To be honest, Caesar didn't care what others said about him, and no one in this college was worthy of his attention except Chu Zihang.

By the way, now we have to add an S grade.

Caesar remembered the boy's name.

Lu Mingfei.

The reason is very simple. In Caesar's view, in the field of battle, the words of the weak, or the opinions of the weak, have no value or necessity at all.

Only equal opponents are eligible for dialogue.

Suppose a strong man can be swayed by the opinions of the weak.

Then he is not a strong man at all.

"No."

The secretary hesitated to speak.

"For the specific content, I suggest you take a look for yourself."

Caesar is really interested now.

He was curious about what kind of content could make his secretary show such a gesture.

It's completely gone from its usual capable look.

Soon, he held his notebook and started browsing.

Posts are easy to find.

It's on the homepage of the Night Watchman Forum, ranking third.

[Will Caesar wash his underwear himself, the forbidden love between S-Class and the student council president]

He smiled faintly, swiped on the touchpad, and browsed through the content of the post.

The student union elites in the conference room exchanged glances silently.

Then he bowed his head silently, with a solemn expression, ready to welcome the coming of the storm.

They couldn't imagine how arrogant Caesar would be when he saw a small story about him and S-class on the forum, how furious he would be.

Someone has already prayed for the author silently in their hearts.

Especially the deputy minister of the Ministry of Information.

As Fingal's loyal paparazzi, he naturally knows who the authors of these posts are.

Don't worry, boss.

The deputy minister said to Fingel silently in his heart.

I will carry forward the news department well.

This is a matter of course. After Fingel's untimely death, as the deputy minister, he naturally became the minister of the Ministry of Information.

Think of the huge and sophisticated paparazzi team.

The deputy minister couldn't help the grief in his heart and laughed.

"interesting."

After waiting for a long time, everyone did not receive the wrath of Caesar's tyrant as expected.

It's a sentence like this, which can be described as calm, and even with a faint smile.

Everyone looked up in surprise.

I saw their leader, the president of the student union, one of the two protagonists in the forum short story, looking at the screen with a smile on his face. There was no trace of anger on that deep Greek sculpture-like face, and even relish.

They read an emotion called relish from Caesar's face.

The elites were at a loss.

They looked at each other, and after confirming that they were not hallucinating, they turned their worried eyes to Caesar.

Suddenly, a thought came to everyone's mind.

Aftereffects!
The faces of the elites sank like water.

Sure enough, this is the sequelae left by the battle between the chief and the S rank.

It's terrible.

It can actually distort a person's character.

Caesar nodded.

"It's very interesting to write."

"The writing is good."

He's even doing reviews.

"It's just a little bad."

"I'm so stupid here."

Caesar shook his head.

Crowd: ...

They thought about the Caesar in the post, the man who spent a lot of money for an S-level smile, booked a Michelin restaurant and invited the top international symphony orchestra to accompany him.

This seems to be something you have done at all.

It's just that the object at that time was Nuonuo.

Although Nuonuo felt that playing the violin was more interesting than a candlelight dinner that night, so the girl rushed to the stage to occupy the instrument, and was still dancing on the other side while beckoning Caesar to come together, come together, a girl who danced non-stop while stepping on crystal high heels That's her.

Thinking like this, Caesar shook his head with a smile, and then came to the stage, the two of them left the exquisite dinner alone, and played the song one by one.

Only the original waiters in the restaurant and the suddenly unemployed musicians were left blankly in the dark, silently listening to boys and girls playing the piano all night. What went wrong?
Well, having said that, if the S-rank in that post was replaced by Nono, and his personality was a little weirder, everything would make sense.

Caesar clicked on the collection with great interest, and gave a reward of one hundred dollars by the way. As a colleague in a certain sense, he still admires this unknown author.

"Yes, Rosalia."

he asked the secretary.

"Have the keys been delivered?"

"Ah."

The secretary answered.

"In two hours, after midnight, the Norton Pavilion will be classified as S-Class."

The secretary smiled lightly.

"You may not know that someone opened a bet on the forum, betting that the S-class can't afford the follow-up maintenance of the Norton Pavilion, and sooner or later they will move out of there in despair."

Caesar said casually, and glanced at the secretary lightly.

The secretary immediately lowered his eyes and clenched his fists nervously.

"Money?"

After Caesar said something like this, he asked him suddenly.

"What is your opinion?"

"S-rank is of course very strong."

"Undeniable."

the secretary said in a low voice.

"But no matter how strong he is, he is still just a reckless man, just as a sharp blade is only a sharp blade after all, and only those who can truly create the future are those who hold the sharp blade."

"Oh, you mean, that person is me."

Caesar's smile at this moment is reminiscent of the sword-like light reflected when he slashed his Dictator across his throat.

Cold and deadly.

The secretary's head drooped even lower.

Only those who have really been with Caesar can understand the true meaning of the term natural leader.

That is irreversible majesty.

"Perhaps you should look at the S-level information."

"He's had no bright spots in the last 18 years of his life."

"Whether mind or body, everything is mediocre, not even medium."

"A guy like this, I think, can't be with you at all..."

"That's the guy?"

Caesar repeated what the secretary had said.

With an inexplicable tone.

"Need I remind you?"

"The guy you're talking about won the day of freedom in a dignified way."

Caesar put down his notebook, turned around, and stared at the secretary whose forehead was covered with cold sweat.

"The weak should have the consciousness of the weak."

"And you must put yourself in the right place."

"Facing someone stronger than yourself."

"You can choose to follow, choose to worship, or fight with it, in the name of the old enemy."

"But only."

Caesar solemnly raised a finger.

"Remember, the only thing you can't belittle."

"Human beings always like to try their best to find the flaws of the strong, and then tell themselves, it's nothing, it's not much better than me, that's all."

He shrugged and smiled lightly.

But the secretary is not at all easy.

"How sad, isn't it?"

"Have due respect and respect for the strong."

"It's also respecting yourself."

Caesar smiled.

"Do you know?"

"Ok!"

The secretary held back.

Caesar nodded in satisfaction.

He finally looked away.

The secretary let out a long breath almost like a collapse.

"As for money."

Caesar said.

"Did you make a mistake?"

"For Lu Mingfei, what is money?"

"Don't forget, we are of mixed race."

"For the mixed race, whoever holds the absolute power owns everything."

"Haven't you understood the rules of the game in mixed-race society?"

Caesar chuckled.

"Winners take all, losers go out."

"It's simple and fair, isn't it?"

Caesar picked up the notebook again, and on the screen he was looking at, it was the S-Class figure descending from the sky.

"And right now, he's the winner."

Someone hurried in and whispered to Caesar.

"The materials are ready."

"Start now?"

"Ah."

Caesar nodded.

The person turned around and operated.

Caesar put down his notebook and spoke loudly.

"I have no doubt that everyone here is an elite of mixed race."

The cadres lifted their faces, subconsciously straightened their backs, and kept their eyes straight.

"However, elites are also divided into high and low."

"I regret to tell you all."

"I did not lead you to the victory of Freedom Day."

"This is a dereliction of duty by my chief, an irrefutable defeat."

"No, chief!"

"Yeah, that guy is just..."

Caesar pressed his hand.

Immediately silence.

"It's cowardly to find excuses for your failures."

"answer me."

He meets everyone's eyes.

"Are you cowards!"

Everyone's face was flushed, almost with the momentum of roaring.

"no!"

"very good!"

Caesar alone suppressed the momentum of the crowd.

"Failure is failure."

"But a momentary failure doesn't mean much."

"I won't be beaten."

Caesar said.

"The S-class is here."

"His name is Lu Mingfei."

"Maybe some of you have read his previous files."

"If you want me to say it, forget it all as soon as possible."

"No matter how precise the information is, it may deceive people."

"Especially after the S-Class proved his strength."

"In my eyes, those materials are simply a pile of waste paper."

"Everyone, we need to straighten our positions."

Caesar paused.

"As a challenger."

"Pull S-Class off his throne!"

Caesar smiled expectantly.

"There's only one Chu Zihang, it's too boring."

"S rank?"

His eyes were full of eagerness to try.

"I heard that Lu Mingfei wants to establish his own organization."

"This is good."

"very good."

"Student Council, Lionheart, will soon have a new opponent."

"Kyushu Branch."

"However, whether we are individuals or organizations, we will win in the end."

"Yes!"

The elites were excited and responded in unison.

Caesar nodded in satisfaction.

"Of course, challenging the S-rank is not something that can be done just by talking."

"We have to act."

The member operating the equipment gestured to Caesar that everything was ready, and Caesar nodded.

Just listen to him continue.

"I don't know if you still remember, the S-class has been mentioned more than once."

"Wu!"

Cadres, you look at me, I look at you, I don't know why their chief gentleman suddenly mentioned this intention.

Caesar did not keep everyone waiting.

He went on straight to the point.

"I have discovered a little about the Wu mentioned by the S-rank."

Suddenly, there was a murmur of discussion in the conference room.

"As expected of Caesar!"

"Have you researched the powerful secret of S-level so quickly!"

"Very good, that's it, with one bang, we will definitely beat the S class!"

"I just said, you can always trust Caesar!"

Discussion pause.

A pair of adoring, firm or fanatical gazes cast their gazes on the boy on the throne.

Should it be called Caesar?

Always with a smile in control of the overall situation.

It seemed that nothing in this world was worth his panic.

"As you think."

"The meeting held in the Amber Pavilion this time is to study the secret of the S-class power with you.

"I will do my best!"

The excited look of the elites was almost a harakiri on the spot.

Caesar nodded, with a smile in control.

"let's start."

He said.

Immediately, the lights go out.

The conference room was plunged into absolute darkness.

Then a beam of light hit the wall.

The screen starts to project.

The elites cast their eyes solemnly and held their breath.

Is this the secret to the strength of the S rank?
not sure what it is.

Can we learn it?
If it is possible, can it also have the power of S rank?

Really looking forward to it!
In such an atmosphere that can almost be described as sacred.

Data, let's start.

"aunt!"

On the projection screen, a one-armed man dressed in ancient costume ran wildly in the sea of ​​flowers.

And his target was a girl in a white dress fluttering like a fairy.

Just listen to the girl calling him affectionately.

"Come on!"

Elites: ...

They maintain serious faces.

In the Amber Pavilion in Kassel, the highest institution of mixed races.

With a dignified atmosphere comparable to the meeting where the Allied forces decided to land in Normandy.

Watch a top-secret profile of a man calling a little girl aunt.

Is there something wrong?
Do not!
There are problems everywhere!
At this time, their wise and wise Mr. Chairman spoke solemnly in the tone of his mastery of everything.

"A superhero and his girlfriend riding a sculpture."

"Or, you can also call it by its Chinese name."

Caesar paused every word in the gesture of saying the code for launching a nuclear bomb.

"The Condor Heroes."

There are already elites who can't hold back their faces.

Caesar glanced at those people lightly.

"I know what you're thinking."

"Do you think this is a joke?"

"too naive!"

heh.

"Class S has shown us his martial arts!"

"If there are still people who have contemptuous thoughts."

"That's a crime!"

The elites of the student union all looked terrified.

Especially the few cadres who couldn't control their laughter just now.

It is even more ashamed, even self-blaming.

Sure enough, Caesar was Caesar.

They were actually questioning Caesar's decision.

Really overwhelmed.

"Class S has proven his martial arts to us!"

"He has shown the way forward."

Caesar looked deeply at the projection screen.

"Next, we just need to follow Wu's direction and make great strides, find out the real training techniques, and practice."

"Presumably in the near future, we will be able to defeat the S class."

Caesar said confidently.

"To tell you the truth, I have already selected the martial art I will practice."

Breathe out.

The elites held their breath.

I heard Caesar say that deafening move.

"Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms!"

…………

When Kaiser and other leaders of the student union were still studying ancient Chinese martial arts in the conference room of the Amber Hall.

Norton Pavilion next door.

The clock had just struck twelve at midnight.

Fingel solemnly pushed open the bronze door carved with epic stories.

Scholars among the hybrids seek all information about dragons from scraps of historical records.

Among them was Norton's name.

Legend has it that he is one of the four supreme kings of dragons, the one who holds the power of bronze and fire.

And the prize for a day of freedom, this building, uses the honorable names of bronze and fire.

The above is what Fingel said when he introduced Lu Mingfei.

It's just that Fingel always felt that something was wrong while talking.

Soon, he realized.

It was Lu Mingfei's expression.

Although subtle, Fingal found it.

unnatural.

Whenever he mentioned Norton, or said the word "monarch" or something like that.

S-rank's face is always a little unnatural.

It seems that there is something to say.

Did he have some information about bronze and fire?
thought Fingal.

After all, it is an S-rank, and it is a veritable S-rank, so it cannot be overemphasized.

Pushing open the door solemnly, in an instant, Fingel gave a dog-legged smile.

He bent down naturally, so skillfully that one wondered if this guy had practiced in front of the mirror over and over again.

"Boss, please!"

"Ah."

Lu Mingfei brushed past him.

"Old lady, you..."

Zero paused and raised his head.

Stretched out a hand from inside the door, tightened Fingel's neck, even though the bear-like man stared, tongue out and his legs fluttered, he remained motionless.

Lu Mingfei smiled kindly at the girl.

"Don't listen to this guy's nonsense, go in and have a look."

"Yes."

The tone of Zero's answer is like a soldier accepting a mission on the battlefield.

Lu Mingfei curled his lips, there was no way, Zero was like this, cold and rigid, well, he was used to it.

Although the handover time of the Norton Pavilion is twelve o'clock in the middle of the night.

But the student union completed all the relocation work at ten o'clock at night two hours in advance.

Of course, this is not accurate.

I don’t know what kind of considerations the chief gentleman of the student union left behind many famous antique paintings for Lu Mingfei, an S-level student, before he left. , but art leads to the same goal after all, and the appreciation of beauty is common. With Lu Mingfei's eyesight, it is natural to see how high the artistic value of these oil paintings used by Caesar for decoration is.

Of course, even if he couldn't see it, he could get a rough idea of ​​the value of these oil paintings just by glancing at Fingel's posture of wanting to pounce on it, his drooling and nervous expression of "fat it".

"No, don't drag me away!"

Fingel, who was lying on the ground, let out such a wail.

"Let me stay with antiques! Ah,! Let me stay with dollars!"

(End of this chapter)