Wu Sheng Lu Mingfei of the Dragon Clan

Chapter 173 Lu Mingfei and Ange's First Meeting

"That, Her Lady Queen..."

Fingel folded his palms together and smiled ingratiatingly.

"If I remember correctly, this is my bedroom."

"Even if you have thoughts about S-level, wait until night, the boss is asleep, I will help you...

Considering the difference in combat power between himself and Lu Mingfei, Fingel immediately reined in the precipice, and swallowed back the rest of the words, only swearing.

"I'll call you over right away, and then I'll help you both look out!"

Changing his solemn face again, Fingel grinned.

"But now, don't you think it's still bright today? It's not appropriate anyway, or let me go in first. To be honest, I feel the call of the toilet..."

Ling stood coldly in the middle of the bedroom door, staring at Fingel vigilantly, with his little white hands on the military thorns around his waist, looking at his posture, as long as the humanoid bear in front of him dared to take a step forward, he would come from the battle. The girl of the ethnic group is about to display her innate skills, such as the bloody violent Bai Sifei kicking and so on.

Even if Fingel was beaten to death, he would never have imagined that one day he would be reduced to a field where he could not return home. Didn't he just eat lunch? , exchanged five roasted pork knuckles extravagantly.

It could have been exchanged for ten elbows. Take a look. The great, wise and invincible vice principal gave him ten elbows just for stabbing him. He is also very generous, how can he not let his young man, referring to Finger, give up his life and forget his death!

On the one hand, the five elbows are already supported, and he is not an S-class, and he does not have the terrifying digestion ability like an atomic furnace. Fingel was shocked when he ate with Lu Mingfei for the first time. Not fat, not even as strong as a strong man, why does this elbow go down without stopping, and seeing that the lower abdomen is still very firm and flat, it is even more puzzling. The dimensional pocket of Doraemon is also boundless.

He is not an S pole, he is not even a C-level, the humble Finger can only eat five elbows, which is already his limit, but Finger is already very satisfied, even too satisfied, He ate the last elbow while crying, and five elbows was already a rare and sumptuous meal for him.

In fact, what Lu Mingfei didn’t know was that the three elbows that Fingel mentioned in the morning were originally prepared for him. The money was paid by the vice principal. They don’t know the virtues of the people in the equipment department. You want to drink water there They are guaranteed to serve Coke, how can the S-class be hungry to cooperate with the research?
As for the other reason why Fingal did not exchange ten elbows at once, of course, it is to save a good stomach for tonight's big meal. The heroic, great and invincible chief of the student union, Mr. Caesar, will hold a dinner in the Amber Pavilion. As a news Of course, Fingel, the Minister of the Ministry, also received the invitation. Although his performance on Freedom Day at first glance looked like he had defected to the camp of S-level freshmen, he actually participated in the first Kyushu meeting hosted by S-level , but as long as there are Australian lobsters, Fingal will always be Boss Caesar's most loyal lackey.

Well, speaking of which, it seems that last night their entire news department lost everything because of a bet. Instead of making any money, they packaged and sold dozens of them to S-class.

It can be said that as long as Lu Mingfei sets up the Kyushu branch during the day, at night their entire news department will have to surrender and swear allegiance with their S-rank thighs.

Although as long as you tell Caesar about the great Master Gattuso, he will definitely sign a check to help them clear the debt, but who is Fingel? Can't see the current situation clearly, obviously following the S-class has a better future than Caesar.

Look at the S-level he is strong and strong, super capable of fighting, what does Kaiser have, ah, besides a few, um, a few tons of money, what else...

Wait, let’s stop thinking about it. In fact, it’s good to stay in the student union. It’s not that it’s not good to follow the S rank. The main reason is that Fingel thinks that he is a bit nostalgic. If he leaves, he will definitely miss Caesar’s boss. Checks and a weekly banquet.

In this way, Finger returned to the dormitory with a tangled mood and a chubby stomach. He was about to lie on the bed to digest food and recharge his energy for the evening meal, when Zero blocked the door.

At first, Fingel thought that Ling had gone to the wrong dormitory. After all, the figure of a girl who is not yet fully developed is cute even if she gets confused once in a while, isn't she?
But soon he discovered that the facts were different from what he thought.

Her Lady Queen didn't go to the wrong dormitory, she was just guarding the door for S-Class, it seemed that S-Class was doing something very important and couldn't be disturbed.

When Fingel was at a loss, the savior came.

The door of the next room opened, and Chu Zihang walked straight in.

"The principal invites the students to have afternoon tea."

Fingel was simply overjoyed.

"Did you hear that! Did you hear that! It's the principal's invitation, you can get out of the way now, hahaha, I want to come in!"

Fingel swaggered forward arrogantly.

The sharp village rain suddenly lay in front of his nose.

A drop of cold sweat rolled down Finger's forehead.

He smiled dryly.

"Hahaha, that, President Chu, Boss Chu! If you have something to say, talk it out, what kind of knife is it, how scary! I..."

"Stop."

"Yes Yes Yes!"

Fingel hurriedly backed away, his back pressed against the wall.

Chu Zihang did not withdraw his knife, but looked down at the girl.

"Is Master Lu standing still?"

"Ah."

After getting an affirmative answer, Chu Zihang nodded, then stood beside the girl, assumed a chilling posture, and began to guard the gate.

Finger rolled his eyes around, looking at Chu Zihang for a while, and then at classmate Ling. He thought it was the savior who came, but he didn't expect the savior to join forces with the big devil. Fingel couldn't help feeling sad , the bad breath in his chest was really hard to suppress, as soon as he closed his eyes and his heart crossed, he questioned Chu Zihang in the most gentle voice.

"Didn't the principal invite the boss to have afternoon tea?"

"You should call."

"If it's inconvenient, I can actually do it for you..."

He said, and began to move towards the door in small steps.

Murasame aimed at Fingel again.

He remained motionless, his hands held high in a gesture of surrender.

"Afternoon tea, let's wait until the junior stance is over."

"Well, I don't mean anything else..."

Fingal's throat moved.

"That's the principal's afternoon tea. You can't keep the principal waiting. Could it be that S-level standing is more important than the principal's invitation..."

He was silent.

Seeing that Chu Zihang is the same as Zero's Three No Faces.

"Okay, okay, standing up is more important than the principal's afternoon tea, of course, how can Angers compare with S-level, what is he!"

As he was talking, Fingel felt a little thirsty. Anyway, it was the principal's afternoon tea invitation, and it was a rare honor for any student in Kassel. No one was allowed to change into formal clothes, take a bath and change clothes. He rushed to the principal's room and waited for Ange's reception.

But what about S?

Fingel felt that Class S might be the only student since the establishment of the Kassel school that asked the principal to wait for him for afternoon tea.

But looking at the appearance of the two door gods in front of them, it seems that it is a very normal thing for the legendary principal to wait for the students, and there is nothing surprising at all.

"Hell, someone must be crazy!"

Fingal muttered softly.

Chu Zihang glanced at him lightly.

"That's what the headmaster meant."

"what?"

"If the junior is standing, don't bother. Let the junior go over after the standing. The principal will prepare black tea and wait for his arrival."

Fingal's mouth opened slightly.

The eyes are gradually rounded.

"I was wrong."

"I'm the one who's crazy."

…………

"You could have asked Chu Zihang to call for the S class."

"No, Norma."

The old man held the black tea and sipped it lightly with a smile.

"You recorded in the report that from three months ago until now, Mingfei has been insisting on standing up every day."

"Presumably for him, this matter has extremely special meaning."

"Perhaps this is what Ming Fei said about Wu."

"not to mention,"

The old man put down the black tea leisurely, folded his hands, and looked out the window.

"Waiting is also a virtue."

"Is not it?"

The weather is fine, the blue sky is dotted with a few white clouds, floating slowly, which makes people feel good when they see it.

Angers smiled gracefully.

after an hour.

The old man got up silently and replaced the cold tea.

"Waiting is a virtue."

As he said this, he made another pot.

Those clouds looked like cotton candy, soft and white.

The old man just sat and sat until the sky was filled with sunset.

"Norma, how long has it been?"

"Eight hours, sir."

"Oh, eight hours."

When Lu Mingfei rushed to the principal's office with his pockets in his hands, he was somewhat excited.

Angers.

Since Kyushu returned to the dragon world, he had heard people mention this legendary dragon slayer more than once.

Especially the little devil, it is really rare to hear other people's names from his pretentious younger brother, and he is only a mixed race, not an exaggerated existence like the Dragon King.

Lu Mingfei came to Kassel, more or less because of this legendary dragon slayer.

On the bright side, the highest combat power in the mixed-race society should be that the principal is right.

So, I really don't know what kind of demeanor the admired Principal Angers will have?

Thinking like this, Lu Mingfei saw Angers.

The old man who sat in the afterglow of the setting sun and looked out the window with vicissitudes of life.

He has neat silver hair. Looking from the side, even if he is just sitting, one can see his burly figure. It is hard to imagine that this is an old man who is already [-] years old. Angers has mastered the secret of manipulating time and has used it on himself to keep his body at its peak.

Just like his extremely fast time in the world is zero, even the time of the deceased needs to be reset to zero here, and let the old man play with it at will.

What a power this is.

But the moment you set your eyes on the old man's face, you just realize that playing with time to make it zero is nothing. Angers is really old, and the years have left marks on his face. Like the annual rings of an ancient tree, one hundred and thirty, what would the world look like around 1880, how many people of his age are left, and it must be uncomfortable to attend other people's funerals again and again.

He is an educator and the principal of Kassel. He probably sent off his own students more than once. After all, not everyone can live for 30 or [-] years, even if they are of mixed race.

So, what kind of power is supporting you?

It supports you to stand firm in the torrent of time, and you can even draw a knife.

The moment Lu Mingfei and the old man looked at each other, he understood.

It's hatred.

Unlike Senior Chu, maybe it has been too long, every second the old man walked, a grain of dust fell in his heart, and now it has become a cliff, and he is sitting here alone , only a few withered graves remained with him.

He cannot retreat, cannot escape.

Because there is ten thousand feet behind.

People who have nothing will only die on the way to charge.

"Here we come, Mingfei."

said the old man.

"Hi principal."

Lu Mingfei closed the door and sat down opposite the principal with his bag in hand.

Angers moved his nose indistinctly, his eyes were pensive.

Lu Mingfei took out a fragrant elbow from his pocket.

Are you hungry?

The old man thought dumbfoundingly.

This is the point, the data shows that the S-class eats a lot, and he should indeed be hungry.

If another person came to see him with his elbows up, Angers might be surprised, but this person is Lu Mingfei, he wouldn't be surprised at all, after all, this is what this kid did.

In a sense, Anger may know himself better than Lu Mingfei.

Of course, that was three months ago.

Since that night at the movie theater, Lu Mingfei seemed to have completely changed himself.

Sometimes Angers wondered what kind of accident could make a bad kid grow into a real S-rank overnight.

Don't look at Lu Mingfei who is still joking and joking like before, occasionally saying some nonsense, but this kid has really changed.

become strange to him.

Strange to terrible.

Angers stared at the boy's face.

Lu Mingfei fiddled with the pocket intently, took out two elbows, put them on a plate, and suddenly showed a bright smile to the old man.

"I am so sorry to keep you waiting."

"I thought you were probably hungry too, so I brought an extra elbow. Don't be too polite, don't be too polite, let's eat together."

He pushed his elbow through.

More than half a century of huanghuali wood desk, where the principal of Kassel once approved the permission of the dragon slaying operation, and also meditated on the future of human beings and dragons. Every document that is qualified to be placed on it is printed with Top secret words, never even deciphered.

Today, on the huanghuali wood desk, there are two plates of famous German dishes, roasted pork knuckle.

At first glance, it is indeed very subversive, like someone using famous paintings like Mona Lisa or Sunflowers to paste the window, but it also depends on the person, the person who took out the elbow is an S-level person, and the person on the other side of the table is a legend, like this Even if the two rolled up the world famous painting and ignited it to light a cigarette, people would only say that it was the honor of the famous painting rather than their incomprehension.

It must be a great honor for this old desk to be used by Lu Mingfei and Ange for eating.

"This is for me?"

Ange silently looked at the elbow in front of him.

"Sorry, isn't it to your liking?"

Lu Mingfei bit his elbow and said with concern.

"Or is it that your body does not allow you to eat too much greasy food? I was also worried about this. I just considered your image in the legend and thought that perhaps a mere elbow would not cause any burden to your body."

"After all, you are not old yet."

Angers laughed.

He threw down the knife and fork casually, and imitated Lu Mingfei's way, grabbing his elbows, and biting boldly with big mouthfuls.

"rumor?"

"I'm curious about what I look like in those rumors."

"An immortal monster?"

Lu Mingfei poured black tea for himself in the posture of drinking.

"How can it be possible for a person to live forever."

"Principal, you are nothing but, there are still unfinished business."

"Don't want to grow old."

"Hahaha."

Angers patted his thigh.

Leaves oily fingerprints.

"It's so strange, Mingfei."

said the old man.

"Chatting with you feels like reminiscing with an old friend I haven't seen for many years."

"Old friend, you know, the kind of guy who has gone through the times and watched young people die one by one, and he is still alive."

He smiled.

"But you are clearly just a child who has just grown up."

Lu Mingfei swallowed a mouthful of meat.

He is really hungry.

"I read a lot of novels."

"And anime, too."

"Actually, there are a lot of truths in it. It's explained clearly in books and anime."

Lu Mingfei said.

"But no one listened."

　PS: The condition is not good today, there are only so many, and I will fight for [-]D tomorrow.

　　The plot is well thought out, but when it’s time to write it, I can’t write it, it’s very uncomfortable, just like the kind where you don’t have the strength to put your hands on the keyboard.

　　In addition, the readership has finally reached 100 people, which is gratifying to the cat.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)