Wu Sheng Lu Mingfei of the Dragon Clan

Chapter 186 Be Your Own Hero
Just in the anticipation of the students in Kassel, the day of Kyushu Martial Arts classes soon arrived.

Professor Guderian spent half an hour dressing himself up.

It's unimaginable for a dork who would even wear Santa's red nightcap to class.

"Very good, hair dryer, hair dryer..."

He muttered to himself as he dried his hair.

The Kassel professor looked his face left and right in the mirror.

Blinking his left eye, blinking his right eye again, he stuck out his tongue in a childlike manner, as if he had returned to the orphanage decades ago, when he would laugh out loud after teasing the nurses with Manstein Comparing grimaces to each other, although that prison-like iron-grey time made people feel extremely painful, Guderian can always find happy shells in the quagmire of pain. Perhaps this is why Guderian is so helpless and even caught. Crazy, the reason why Manstein took him all the way to Kassel even though he satirized his old friend.

A buddy is a thing, once you care about the gains and losses, you and me, then you are not a buddy.

I have to say I'm a handsome guy, aren't I?
Guderian showed a satisfied smile.

Ah, my God!

The bow tie was askew... a full 15 degrees!
Guderian was shocked.

Today's class is attended by the masters of the professor group.

He couldn't allow himself to be so disrespectful.

This is simply a crime!

The bow tie must snap at a perfect 180 degrees.

parallel to the earth.

This is the most basic respect he has for the forerunners on the road of truth research as a latecomer.

Guderian immediately tidied up his tie in a hurry.

He was still murmuring the honored name of the master who will attend the martial arts class today.

Although it is exaggerated to use words like honorary name, in Guderian's view, it is necessary.

After all, just picking a few from these names is a great figure enough to appear in textbooks.

Guderian is a pure scholar.

For a pure scholar, money and power will eventually go to the ground after a hundred years, leaving the dust of time to pile up high graves and no one cares about them.

But researchers are different.

Time is fair, and it will erect a monument to a great soul, on which is written his contribution to humanity and truth in his life.

And today, he, Guderian, is going to give lectures to such a group of great souls!

Although the real teacher is S-level Lu Mingfei.

Although he also knew that the masters also came for the S-level martial arts class.

But what does it matter?
The lecturer of the elective course named Kyushu Martial Arts has Guderian's name clearly written on it.

Thanks to the wise and mighty principal, Mr.
His virtue is brighter than jewels, and pales the sun!
Guderian really wanted to kneel and rush to Angers and kiss his vamp.

After all, he could write Angers' name on the teacher of the martial arts class.

but no!
The generous, benevolent, heroic and invincible legendary dragon slayer has given him this opportunity!

Give it up to a little professor!

Ah, Guderian thinks it's time for him to learn from his favorite student Finger.

For example, one hundred and eight postures of sliding and kneeling.

In particular, Kassel's tenured professors took the initiative to call him one after another, asking if they could sit in on the S-level martial arts class.

Guderian cried!
Those who do not have a pure heart for research cannot understand his mood.

So describe it.

It's like a dead house with a cabinet of hand-made figures at home. When he woke up early one morning, he found that his wives had all come back to life.

My wife Yuno poked her head out of the kitchen with a kitchen knife in her hand and smiled at you.

Saya in a white dress presses on your quilt in a duck-sitting posture to wake you up.

Tokisaki Kurumi is completing routine morning training with a dagger.

Is there anything happier than this?no more!There will be no more!I believe you have fainted with happiness!
Guderian is in such a mood.

He didn't even know how he got here these days.

I feel that my whole body is full of strength, so full that it is about to overflow, even if I do a thousand, a hundred, a ten sets of push-ups in a row!He won't stop!
Moreover, Guderian clearly realized that if he completed the work of elective courses, the title of tenured professor in Kassel, which he was thinking of, would definitely not be a problem.

There's nothing to say, just for realizing the dream, he can't wait to call the S-class teacher!

It's a pity, if Guderian didn't know nothing about Kyushu martial arts, he really wanted to spend the night carving out the lesson plans to achieve a seamless and perfect level.

But he won't be okay, Guderian is very clear about his position, he is just an innocent lecturer professor, and the real teaching assistant for elective courses is S-level!
I believe that there will be absolutely no problem with Yi Mingfei's genius cells.

So Guderian stood solemnly at the door of Lu Mingfei's dormitory with the sacred mood of admiring the great S-level lesson plan.

He took three deep breaths to calm down his excitement before knocking on the door.

It was also during these three deep breaths that he heard the unimaginable top secret.

"Profound Truth!"

"Senior, this is the essence of Kusanagi-style ancient martial arts! It fits your image very well, so you must practice hard!"

"Hahaha, how do you read this in Japanese? Forget it doesn't matter, hahaha, the small people of the island country dare to compete with my big devil, they are overestimated, really overestimated!"

Guderian's hand went up and down, down and up.

It was as if hesitation was written all over his face.

It sounds like the S-Class is on to something extremely important.

Is it really appropriate to bother me like this?

Just when he didn't know how to make a choice, he heard the S-rank speak very solemnly.

"Zero, this is the mystery of the Orochi Flow, the sun is shining!"

Orochi?
Guderian listened solemnly.

"You have to use it with care, according to the legend, but there is a record of someone destroying the world with this!"

Guderian was shocked.

Destroy...destroy the world!
Could it be some kind of world-killing word spirit!

This is this!
What should he do, what should he do!
Guderian turned around in a hurry.

He only knew that S-rank martial arts would be very strong, but he never thought that it would be so strong!

Isn't the word spirit of the extermination level the authority that only the Dragon King can hold?
S-class can actually display such a terrifying power, it is simply, simply...

Suddenly, the professor realized a serious problem.

Since the S-level can display the world-destroying power that only the Dragon King can display, making a simple approximation, then the S-level is not...

Guderian was taken aback.

Now he has completely thrown away the purpose of this trip.

Any lesson plans and martial arts will be left behind for me.

Destroy the world, destroy the world...

Guderian left with a heavy heart.

When I got back to the teacher's dormitory, I locked myself up, washed my face, put on my pajamas and put on my nightcap, said goodnight to myself, and then prepared to forget all of this.

As soon as I lay down, I immediately sat up like a spring.

No!

He can't just leave it alone!

This is no longer something I can handle.

Guderian opened Principal Angers' office with a tragic mood.

No one knocked on the door, which surprised the old man behind the desk.

"It's you, Professor Guderian."

Angers smiled easily.

"How about some black tea?"

"Mr. Principal!"

Guderian clapped his imposing hands on the mahogany desk.

The force was so great that the cute plush ball on his nightcap bounced high and quickly fell down again.

The legendary dragon slayer retracted his gaze without a trace.

With his battle-hardened qualities, of course it is impossible to laugh easily.

Anger put on a serious face quite cooperatively.

"is there anything?"

"The world needs us!"

Guderian said.

There was such a moment that Angers was really afraid that Guderian would take out a transformation device without saying a word, and then started dancing.

What is this, transforming into a hero and invading reality?
Before he could think deeply, Guderian roared.

"The crisis of the world!"

"We must act!"

"S-class!"

Guderian took a deep breath.

"We need to reconsider our attitude towards S-Class!"

Ange's lighthearted mood was gone.

He quickly scowled.

"S-rank, S-rank..."

After murmuring twice, he looked at Guderian seriously again.

"In the end what happened?"

"Don't worry, Professor Guderian, calm down and tell me everything you know."

"Yes, Mr. Principal, I know, let me think about it."

Guderian nodded.

Soon, he started talking about the lesson plan that he wanted to look up at the S-level, to the top secret he heard when standing at the door of Lu Mingfei asking for instructions, and the name of the terrifying Shishiyanling.

"and many more."

Angers' expression was a bit weird, um, Guderian didn't know how to describe it. In short, it was like the feeling that there was something funny but he couldn't laugh, it was very painful.

"The Mieshiyanling you just said is called, the sun is shining?"

"Ok!"

Guderian nodded solemnly.

"I have reason to suspect that the Sunshine personality is similar to the Candle Dragon at the apex of the Bronze and Fire series. The S-rank can actually master such a terrifying ability. I have to say..."

"and many more."

Ange held up his palms, lowered his head slightly, and put his other hand on his forehead, making it difficult to see his expression clearly.

Just judging from the slightly trembling shoulders of this old man, he must be very excited.

Guderian thought.

"From a rigorous point of view, I think it is necessary for me to confirm again, Professor Guderian, what you said about the spirit of exterminating the world is called sunshine."

"Exactly!"

Guderian nodded decisively.

"I can swear by the Abrahamic lineage!"

As he spoke, he raised his hand.

"Okay, I know, I know."

Ange squeezed his hand.

He coughed twice more.

In the end, Guderian was still at a loss when he walked out of the principal's office.

What about the Exterminating Words Spirit?Where is the sun?Why did Mr. Ange ignore such an important thing?

Finally he remembered what the headmaster had been hesitant to say.

"Please rest assured, Professor Guderian, I have a plan for everything in the S class, and there will be no problems."

Since the person who said this was Angers, it should be fine.

Guderian breathed a sigh of relief.

Sure enough, it is great to have such a trustworthy principal.

He thought from the bottom of his heart.

Even when he was about to go out, Mr. Angers paid special attention to his work and physical condition, and kindly told him not to work too hard, and to combine work and rest after work. Playing games is also a good choice.

That's great, Mr. Principal.

Professor Guderian thought tearfully.

It is precisely because of such a perfect leader that he cannot relax his requirements on himself. Where is there any time left to play games? Four hours of sleep.

…………

"So, is that why you were almost late today?"

Manstein was holding Guderian by the collar, spitting all over the place.

"That, please let go of me, bow tie! Bow tie! The bow tie is going crooked!"

Guderian quacked like a duck that had lost its egg.

"Fool!"

Manstein was almost pissed off by this man.

"For Black King's sake, stop thinking about your damn bow tie and look at this my dear Professor!"

He pointed down.

Guderian bowed his head blankly.

I saw one of his calves covered in white stockings, and the other black socks that only reached his ankles.

Manstein closed his eyes in pain.

He thought he might need eye drops.

But, I can't help it.

"Why are you wearing stockings!"

he growled.

"It's comfortable, isn't it?"

Guderian said.

"I should have killed you in the orphanage!"

Manstein threatened him viciously.

"I'll give you another 3 minutes, it's now, the S-level martial arts class still needs you!"

"If they can't even do a mascot, damn it, why don't they leash a dog on the podium!"

In short, after a while of flying around, Professor Guderian finally rushed to the classroom before the start of the elective course under the kind urging of his old friend who wanted to kill someone.

Well, to be precise, it is the auditorium.

Although there are only 50 students in the class, there are still professors who attend as observers. Although the number of these professors is not very large, it is impossible to let these great souls who are half buried in their stomachs sit behind the professor like elementary school students in a one-person class. Listen to the lectures, that is simply a blasphemy of the truth.

Of course, you can also understand that Mr. Principal thinks that listening to lectures in the auditorium will be more stylish.

After all, the legendary dragon slayer is among those present today.

So, when Guderian opened the door, the auditorium full of students and masters came into view like this.

Chu Zihang, Caesar, Ling, Chen Motong, Lancelot, Michelle, Fingel, Rosalia...

The students who are eligible to sit here are all of A-level blood, and all of them are elites of mixed race.

Um, wait, did some weird guy get in there?

Forget it, it doesn't matter.

As for the master, there is no need to mention it.

One need only look at Guderian's trembling legs and fingers to recognize the glory of the moment.

"Go, my old friend."

Manstein smiled.

He gave a slight push behind him.

Guderian staggered forward.

Soon he was standing upright.

The elites and masters of the mixed race looked at him.

No one lit the golden pupil.

But the pressure at this moment is heavier than the mountains.

Guderian took a deep breath and continued to take a deep breath.

He took a tentative step forward.

Needle drop could be heard in the auditorium.

No one spoke.

Guderian's calf began to tremble.

He once slammed Fang Qiu on the podium of the world's top universities such as Harvard and Cambridge.

In the outside world, he can also be called a professor.

But here it is Kassel.

No one knew better than he what these people in the auditorium represented.

In front of them, he was just an ignorant apprentice.

Today, the apprentice is going to stand on the podium.

But why?
He is not S rank.

So why?
Guderian's heart kept sinking.

At this moment, applause rang out.

Even if there is only one person's applause, it is so loud, so powerful, and so firm.

Angers glanced at the door and smiled knowingly.

He clapped along.

Then Chu Zihang and Ling.

Caesar raised the corners of his mouth with interest.

He applauds too.

More people, more students and even professors generously offered their applause.

Guderian looked around blankly.

He was overwhelmed with great surprise.

The trembling steps are firm.

He held his head high and walked to the podium.

"So handsome."

At the door, Lu Mingfei, who arrived after the two, was so emotional.

"Thank you."

Manstein whispered.

He understood that if the S-rank hadn't been the first to applaud and stand up to save the siege, his old friend still didn't know what it would be like.

"That guy, that's it. He always loses the chain, and he's so weak that he's going to die."

Manstein said.

"Is it bad?"

"no."

Lu Mingfei applauded and watched Guderian's thin back walking towards the podium with a smile.

"Every bad child has a heart that wants to attract attention."

"Professor, he is actually quite handsome."

"Although he's usually a bit sloppy, he's really great when he studies seriously."

Lu Mingfei smiled and gave a thumbs up.

"So what about a bad kid, just be your own hero."

"Come on, Professor."

(End of this chapter)