Wu Sheng Lu Mingfei of the Dragon Clan

Chapter 351 Fingal in action
Frost was offended.

For Gattuso, who was born in an ancient clan and has been in a high position for a long time, this is unprecedented.

But it's too early for him to get angry now.

Reality once again proves Murphy's Law, when you realize that something has a probability of happening in the worst direction, no matter how small the probability is, it will happen.

Frost thought that the advertisement was just an isolated case, but he was wrong. In the long time that lasted 10 minutes, one advertisement after another featuring him as the protagonist was staged in turn, ranging from selling women's daily necessities to infant milk powder. It's an eye-opener, probably even Frost himself doesn't know that one day his mentality will be so bad, especially when the baby with Gattuso's face on the screen is holding a pacifier. With Frost's profound energy-raising skills in power all the year round, his complexion was as ugly as if he had eaten a dead fly for a while.

Who the hell did it!

The first thing Frost thought of was Angers.

But it was quickly denied by himself.

As an old opponent on the school board, Frost knows Angers very well. Don't be fooled by this guy's superficial dishonesty. The essence of Angers will always be the proud legendary dragon slayer. Studying in the famous European Cambridge, what flows in the body is the noble blood cultivated by higher education.

Even if there is a conflict, Angers will definitely not use this kind of indiscriminate means of head-changing advertisements if it trips him up for Frost. Apart from putting it on the table, what substantive significance can it have besides venting emotions?

The rule of the game for adults is the exchange of interests. Frost, who is acting as the head of the family, knows this well. He has a deep contempt for such despicable acts as head-changing videos.

Mr. Dai Patriarch who crushed the armrest of the seat thought so.

Who else but Angers?
Speaking of this style of acting... Frost vaguely smelled something familiar.

Could it be that one?
He thought of Clock Tower, the handsome young cowboy in the photograph, and now the couch potato, Mr. Kassel's forever vice-principal.

Frost had heard about Mr. Vice-Principal’s affair and the absurdity of this guy when he was young. He and Angers, who has always maintained the spirit of the old British aristocrat, are completely different. You can hardly find anything in this alchemist. Virtue, conscientiousness, conscientiousness, conscientiousness, and sense of justice, these diamond-like characters, were traded to the devil by the alchemist as a bargaining chip about half a century ago, on the condition of brandy or Playboy magazines.

There is no need to doubt that the vice principal is a complete scum. His reputation as a legendary alchemist was achieved in the last century, and in the last century, you must know that there was no scientific ethics. In order to get obedient children, researchers even You can put long iron nails into the eye sockets for stirring, that is, the popular ice pick therapy. I don’t know how many naughty children become fools after receiving treatment.

To become a legendary alchemist in such an era, if he said that there were no innocent souls under the vice principal's hands, probably he himself would not believe it.

Although it seems quite offensive to Professor Manstein to comment on the vice-principal in this way, in fact, it is estimated that the person who scolded the vice-principal the most and most severely is the chairman of the discipline committee who has been an orphan for half his life.

The disgusting drama of head-changing advertisements is very similar to the acting style of the vice-principal. He did it, but what is the motive?
Frost couldn't understand what the vice principal's motivation was for doing such a thing. Did he have any conflicts with him?After pondering for a long time, Frost couldn't find a decent reason. On the contrary, let alone a contradiction, Frost's goal was to take back the control of Cassel from the tyrant of Angers, and this The goal is also clearly in the vice-chancellor's interest.

After the school board regained control of Kassel, there is still a need for a principal after all. The best candidate is the original vice-principal. He has enough prestige, profound knowledge, and extensive contacts. Ange's huge and monstrous ambition.

Frost believed that the vice-principal would agree to the matter of replacing the principal. According to intelligence, the master alchemist had expressed his dissatisfaction with Angers in public more than once, and even expressed his interest in the post of principal. It also seems to have a complete set of teaching concepts, such as the avant-garde and bold school uniform reform.

All in all, after some thinking, Frost finally denied the vice-principal in his heart.

Who would that be?

At this time, there is still one day before the hearing.

Members of the school board arrived in Kassel one after another.

Accidents similar to Frost are still happening, mainly targeting male school board members who come to the school, such as automatically playing Taoist scriptures in the room of a Tibetan Buddhist lama, but these mischievous troublemakers made mistakes They don't know much about Tibetan Buddhism, so they even played the video of Victoria's Secret catwalk on TV, probably because they thought that such ragged girls could confuse the Buddha's mind of the master.

It's a pity, for this master, just this level of hue is nothing at all. He read it with relish in a critical mood, shook his head and said that it was nothing more than that, and then went to do his own thing.

Frost did not attack, as a full-fledged political animal, his personal emotions must give way to interests.

Although the ensuing information harassment comes in various forms, not limited to head-changing advertisements, there are also mobile phone text messages and even leaflets stuffed in the crack of the door inexplicably, such indiscriminate methods have made the honorable Mr. Jumping straight, but at the same time, he also found some clues.

Kassel is not a simple campus. Its entire territory is under the surveillance of an artificial intelligence life form named Norma. That's it. Why do such unscrupulous pranks still occur?
Hidden high authority?

Frost, accompanied by Passy, ​​went to the hilltop campus in Kassel.

"I remember that the person who presides over the mountaintop campus is the S-class."

"Yes."

"Humph."

Frost had a cold face.

"Ange, stubbornly forcibly judges the S class, and stubbornly promotes the establishment of a new campus. It seems that our principal, Mr., really regards Cassel as his personal property."

They walked on the mountain road paved with square stones.

The mountaintop campus is hidden in the thick night, with a few sporadic lights, it is an all-night research institute.

Frost spoke lightly about Angers, his tone was slow, with the majesty and calmness unique to a superior, and occasionally used two old Italian proverbs, which only appeared in the powerful class, yes It's a habit for him.

Passy is the personal secretary of the acting head of the family, and it is his instinct to fully play the role of listener. He is like a black hole, no matter what secrets enter his ears, they will all disappear.

Entering the mountaintop campus, Frost stopped at the gate. He stared at the plaque with the words "Kyushu" written on it, and suddenly asked Percy.

"Who asked this?"

"S-class."

Patsy replied.

"S rank..."

Frost murmured.

"I heard that all the theories of martial arts come from this S-rank."

"Current intelligence suggests that is exactly the case."

"Passy, ​​have you seen him before, what impression do you have?"

"S-class is a powerful hybrid."

"powerful?"

Frost looked away.

"No matter how powerful you are, soldiers are just soldiers, and weapons are just weapons.

"Remember, we have one and only one opponent."

"That's Angers."

Frost came to the mountaintop campus to meet the professors in Kassel. These haggard old men with oxygen cylinders are treasures in the secret party that can be compared with the executive department, and their importance is even higher than the executive department. After all The executive department is just a sharp weapon. The most indispensable thing for a mixed race organization is violence, but the professors are different. They represent the development and the future, and they are the true foundation of the secret party.

What's more, the hearing is coming soon, and the opinions of the professors have a great reference value for the direction of the meeting. Frost believes that it is necessary for him to meet the precious brains of these secret parties in advance.

He straightened his clothes and stepped into the institute.

But it's different than imagined.

Frost didn't even see a single professor.

Being rejected again and again by the teaching assistants, all the professors were immersed in selfless research work. Frost showed just the right regret, and asked the teaching assistants to take good care of the professors' diet, fully expressing his concern for the professor's body.

Although it was a pity not to see the professor, his act of coming here was enough. Frost was quite satisfied, but before leaving, he heard a few teaching assistants chatting together, and they mentioned S-level.

"How long has the S-Class been here?"

"It's almost a month."

"I heard someone saw him in front of the Institute two days ago."

"Really? Where exactly! What is S-class doing!"

"It's right at the entrance of the research institute. As for what to do, it seems... is it clearing snow?"

"What! Sweeping snow!"

"You're sure you read it right!"

"I've said it all, I just heard it."

"Hey, the professor has mentioned S several times, and I'm helpless. I can't go and catch him. I'm just a small researcher, not an S-level opponent."

Frost, who walked out of the institute, was still thinking about the words of those teaching assistants.

This S grade seems to be more important than he thought.

Frost had a vague premonition in his heart.

He stood at the gate of the mountaintop campus and looked down.

Frost's eyes quickly fell on the World Serpent Station.

He frowned slightly.

"It's so late, is anyone else coming?"

The next day, when the morning light was bright, Lu Mingfei tidied up in the bathroom and buttoned up the buttons of the Kassel school uniform. Before he left the dormitory, he looked out the window. The quiet Kassel campus was covered with snow, and not even a bird could be seen. Can't find it.

The holidays are like this, the students have all gone home, and it will be a few days before returning to school, Lu Mingfei stretched his waist and scratched his head.

The hearing was held in the auditorium, and he had to walk alone during this journey. Although Lu Mingfei never cared about the trial, maybe it was the few days of retreat that made his mood fluctuate, or maybe it was because the snow field was too heavy today. Going through the open space is too lonely, and Lu Mingfei is a little lonely.

How would you describe this feeling?
I forgot who said it, eating hot pot alone, being hospitalized alone, and going to an amusement park alone are all very lonely and lonely things.

Then, it should be considered lonely for him to go to the hearing alone.

He wasn't the dead kid who was always running away from loneliness.

Just occasionally, very occasionally, I feel a little bit emotional.

"gone."

he said to himself.

Lu Mingfei pushed open the door, and the winter sun shone into the dormitory.

It's fine weather.

Chu Zihang and Kaiser stood against the wall opposite him.

They didn't wear the uniform of the Student Union or the Lion Heart Club, nor the school uniform of Kassel, but Kyushu martial arts uniform with a uniform style of cloak, buttoned at the neckline. Standing in silence, from the front of Lu Mingfei's door all the way downstairs, the boys and girls were as silent as ice sculptures, Lu Mingfei's eyes swept over their faces one by one, the mixed-race warriors subconsciously raised their chests and raised their heads, and did not hesitate to talk to Lu Mingfei. Mingfei looked at each other.

Their eyes seemed to be able to talk, and Lu Mingfei could clearly see the burning fire, vigorous vitality and upward power in them. Different from the nobility and unruliness inherent in mixed blood due to dragon blood, the confidence of warriors comes from Their efforts are not the blood of their ancestors, so they are more pure.

Lu Mingfei sighed in his heart.

What a perfect time to talk nonsense.

He laughed at his own incoherent thoughts.

Really, I'm really hopeless.

Lu Mingfei thought.

Even though it was a holiday, the students who should be all over the world gathered here, not for himself.

This is the occasion, and I still think about what nonsense to say.

You should be touched.

Did you hear that, Lu Mingfei, you are so touched!
The dead child living in his heart raised his head, carefully looked at the boys and girls around him, and smiled foolishly.

"that."

Lu Mingfei smiled.

"It's early, have you eaten yet?"

The mixed-race students headed by Kaiser and Chu Zihang were silent, no one spoke for a while, they just watched Lu Mingfei quietly.

Lu Mingfei laughed awkwardly.

To be honest, he couldn't handle the current scene a little bit.

"that……"

Lu Mingfei looked at Chu Zihang, then at Caesar.

"Why are you here?"

"That's not because of me!"

What a mighty roar.

The richness of emotion and the high pitch of the voice are simply breathtaking.

Lu Mingfei turned his head, and saw a huge group of unknown objects rushing towards him from the top of the stairs with the momentum of Mount Tai, and began to slide and kneel with a distance of three meters. It's good, it's okay to be ruined by this guy, Lu Mingfei said with emotion, and took a step to the side, dodging someone's attempt to hug his thigh.

Fingel stood up as if nothing had happened, and patted his knees. The mixed-race students present were all emotionally stable, and their mental activities were probably similar to...

what!Some students from Kassel slipped and knelt down!How unreasonable!He is the pride of Kassel!His glory!his……

Oh, this thing is called Fingal, it's okay, it's okay, let's leave.

Lu Mingfei really cared about what this shameless guy said just now.

"You mean, you did?"

Lu Mingfei looked him up and down.

"Of course!"

Fingal puffed out his chest, raised his head, tucked in his belly, and lifted his hips.

(End of this chapter)