Wu Sheng Lu Mingfei of the Dragon Clan

Chapter 352 Hearing Begins

This time, it's not Fingel's claim to credit. The news department has indeed made a lot of effort. There are very few students who follow the Night Watch forum every day during the holidays, and the news cannot be conveyed quickly. But this is the strength of the news department. They pulled out the list, One by one, they sent messages that the school board was about to embarrass Lu Mingfei.

But the role of the news department does not stop there. They put more energy into the great cause of increasing the game experience for the gentlemen of the school board, and they only convey the notice, and do not have the right to force anyone to come and ability.

The reason for the current grand occasion is entirely because of Lu Mingfei himself.

Someone is attending a banquet on an offshore cruise ship, smiling and chatting with the children of wealthy businessmen and politicians, the slightly drunken lights, the handsome face, the girl bows her head and her earlobes are reddish, the wind is so good tonight, you want to reach out and grab her shoulders, suddenly the phone It rang, you picked it up and looked at it, the corners of your raised lips calmed down, the ambiguous atmosphere disappeared, replaced by a hail of bullets, you put down your phone, put down your wine glass, say sorry to your girlfriend, and tear down the master The handmade tuxedo jumped into the sea, and the female partner covered her mouth and rushed to the railing in panic. I saw the bright moon spreading a layer of silver frost on the sea surface, and you jumped out of the silver frost in the distance, dropping pieces of broken pieces. The drill-like water drops plunged into the deep sea after taking a breath, and quickly disappeared in this abyss-like night.

Similar scenes are frequently staged around the world.

Chu Zihang said goodbye to Su Xiaoyan, opened the door of the Maybach, started it, braked suddenly, turned, the tires left dark marks on the ground, and it roared like a beast.

The roar of the battle paused, and Caesar held Dick Tudor. He lowered his head to wipe his sweat, picked up the phone, and crushed it after reading the information on it. The smile on his lips was so faint and thin.

"Trick me?"

The helicopter's rotors blew down the lawn, Caesar put Dick Tudor across his lap, closed his eyes, and said let's take off.

After Finger conveyed the news, the next thing was about Caesar and Chu Zihang. The two leaders of their respective associations organized the students of Kassel to gather at the Chicago train station and uniformly carry the martial arts uniforms of the Kyushu branch.

I also got in touch with the cc1000 train, and as many as [-] A-level mixed-race students had already reached the standard of running a single train.

Speaking of the Chicago train station yesterday afternoon, it can be described as unprecedentedly grand. One after another, handsome or beautiful young men and women arrived one after another, but no one bought a ticket. They seemed to follow some kind of steel-like order, sitting in their own seats. Sit quietly and say nothing.

Obviously the boys and girls are only entrenched in a corner of the train station, but their sense of existence is so huge. These people who make it difficult to know whether they are models or international superstars sit quietly, and even cool down the busy train station. , Passengers subconsciously lowered their footsteps and lowered their voices, as if poor people who had strayed into the monster's lair by mistake, only to find that their backs were already wet with cold sweat when they walked away.

It was late at night when the train arrived, and the staff tried several times to persuade them to leave, because there were no trains passing by, but the foreman stopped, pulled him to the corner, and talked about the long-standing legend of the ghost train in the Chicago railway station.

Huan Xuzhong were in their respective compartments, Chu Zihang, Kaiser and Ling walked all the way, and they changed into uniform martial arts uniforms, covered with thick fur cloaks.

Students are the youngest, most energetic and most active group. In the past hundred years, there have been countless movements initiated by students. Even in a college in Cambridge, the principal’s alma mater, students overthrew teachers and established a campus Real events of the Autonomous Council.

Angers, who graduated from Cambridge, mixed some shadows of his alma mater into his teaching policy for Kassel, and it was not his intention. It is a habit and a tradition engraved in his bones.

What's more, the students in Kassel are still a group of lawless mixed races. With the blood of dragons and their age, it is more difficult for them to settle down than ascend to the sky.

Speaking of which, they should very much agree with the slogans that frequently appear in Far Eastern middle schools, such as "Be the master of the school", "The school is my home, and civilization depends on everyone", etc., but unlike the children in the Far East, the young mixed races think that They are the masters of Kassel, masters in the true sense, for example, if necessary, they don't mind overthrowing the school board, following the example of their predecessors, and establishing an autonomous committee composed entirely of students.

The chairman and the others have all made up their minds. Lu Mingfei, Chu Zihang and Kaiser will be the vice chairman. From now on, Kassel will have the final say. A new era will come, and paralysis must be eliminated first, such as final exams and so on. The bad habits that destroy the physical and mental health of young mixed races must be revoked immediately.

take an exam?What test?Just kidding, we are of mixed race, do you know how to write the words "The Proud Son of Heaven"!

Therefore, when the mixed-race people filed out of the train, walked silently in the night, and entered the campus of Kassel, the psychological impact of this scene on the bystanders cannot be said to be small.

As we all know, Kassel is a military base disguised as a university. Every student and every professor is a super soldier who can rival the special forces. After all, all mixed races are superheroes who have reached the limit of normal people's physical fitness. Just imagine How terrifying would it be to have an organization entirely composed of the US team, even if their usual activity is a sailing competition with the University of Chicago.

Ling handed a bag of clothes to Lu Mingfei.

Inside is the uniform martial arts uniform and outer cloak.

"Thank you."

Lu Mingfei smiled at Ling.

When he walked out of the dormitory again, he had already changed his clothes, just like everyone else, uniform martial arts uniform and cloak, with the word "nine" embroidered on the chest, which is strange to say, it was obviously the same clothes, worn on Lu Mingfei It just seemed different, so natural, as if this young man was born to dress up like this.

Kassel's S-class, legendary dragon slayer, and head of the Kyushu branch, Lu Mingfei looked at everyone.

"gone."

he said again.

"Yes."

The warriors answered.

Lu Mingfei was in front, and Chu Zihang and Kaiser were beside him. Wherever they passed, the mixed-race warriors walked silently behind him like a river flowing into the sea, and a certain majestic aura rose up. Walked out of the dormitory all the way to the place where the hearing was held.

The woman wearing a veil looked sideways, her amazed eyes swept over one mixed-race student after another, and finally the three in the front. Looking at each other, the two looked at each other, and the woman smiled when she saw him.

"Who is this?"

the woman asked.

"S-class."

Her butler replied.

"This is S-Class."

The veil blocked the line of sight, so she couldn't see her expression clearly at the moment.

"Come on, it's time to come in."

A woman enters the auditorium.

King Solomon sat upright in his high-backed chair, turned his head slightly, and discussed the latest academic issues with the professor on his right.

They seem to have a disagreement. They are debating. King Solomon's voice is still majestic, but he speeds up his speech unconsciously. He does not give an inch to the professor who is arguing with him. This makes people wonder whether this person will have to ignite the golden pupil in the next second.

The auditorium has been specially arranged. On one side are the professors and King Solomon. The most precious smart brains of the secret party sit here. They wear oxygen masks on their faces. Some people have tubes in their necks and arms, and the flow Amber liquid. The professors who use these devices to maintain basic life activities look no better than zombies. Their faces are stiff, skinny, and they sit there motionless. If it weren't for the occasional eye rolls, it would be almost doubtful that they had died.

On the other side is the school board, five of the seven seats are seated, namely Frost, Gattuso's acting patriarch, an old man dressed as a lama, and a graceful woman wearing a veil, trying to pretend to be mature but still difficult A girl who hides her childishness, and Mr. Angers, the principal of Kassel.

The long table of the group of professors was very lively. These researchers were talking in low voices, their lips were moving, and they could convey the meaning to each other as clearly as possible with the least amount of effort.

For them, the discipline of the venue is not important at all. Nothing can compare to research topics. Being able to sit here is already the biggest compromise. Also very good.

In stark contrast was the school board, where the serious atmosphere almost froze the air. The old lama closed his eyes and meditated, the noblewoman looked at the pattern on the long table, and Frost looked directly at Angers with majesty. Heat is like an old cannon, crossing his legs and leaning lazily on the chair. Frost believes that if this is not Kassel, the tyrant in front of him must have stuffed a cigar into his mouth. One is not enough, three at the same time.

As an old rival for many years, Frost knows the principal well, but Angers' superficial gentleness is just an illusion. In his bones, he is still the crazy warrior who is desperate to die, a reckless warrior.

Frost looked away to an empty seat.

"Has he arrived yet?"

The female nobleman said nothing, the girl fidgeted a little, and quietly glanced at the old man behind her.

"He's here."

The one who spoke was the old lama who had been closing the curtain to meditate.

Sure enough, as soon as the words fell, there was a knock on the door.

A pair of eyes turned to the past.

There are still people knocking on the door of the auditorium. This scene is ridiculous no matter how you look at it.

With everyone watching, the door opened.

A man wearing a motorcycle helmet poked his head into it.

He glanced at the professor group, turned his head immediately, trotted to sit down in an empty seat, and nodded frequently to the several school directors who had already arrived. Of course, it would be more sincere if this guy could take off his helmet.

Several young assistants in the field exchanged glances secretly. What's going on, this guy is also the school director of Kassel, and he couldn't tell at all. He sat down at the table, like a husky breaking into a pack of wolves, and smiled. I nodded to the wolves, and I said, buddy, turn right when you go out of the pet store and go straight, wolves don’t eat dog food, everyone here eats meat.

"Where's your mountain bike?"

The girl quietly asked without changing her expression.

She was still a little excited, which is no wonder, among a group of old men and old women, finally there is someone who can talk, can you not be happy?

"It's too far, I came here by motorcycle."

Husky said.

"Whoa whoa."

The girl nodded as if I understood.

"By the way, why are you still wearing a helmet?"

"Isn't this keeping a sense of mystery? After all, I'm also the school manager of Kassel."

"It seems reasonable."

The girl looked at him again, suspiciously.

It's just that, wearing a helmet all the time, aren't you bored?
Huskies were quiet for a while.

"It's boring."

Finally, the old butler couldn't stand it any longer. He coughed twice, and the girl immediately sat up straight like a student who was found by the teacher to be deserting in class. The husky also looked a little guilty, and he even tried to drink coffee to show his embarrassment. But this mysterious school manager seems to have forgotten that his helmet hasn't been taken off yet.

Well, I have to say that the sound of the coffee cup touching the cover glass is really crisp.

Frost and other school managers kept their eyes on the emotional stability, surprised?It's no surprise, they've gotten used to it.

"Everyone is here."

Frost said.

Although there was still an empty seat, none of the school directors objected to his words, as if the empty chair should be like this from the beginning to the end, and empty is the norm.

"Now that everyone is here, the hearing can begin."

Frost said to Angers.

"Can you summon your S-class?"

Angers put down his legs and smoothed the hem of his clothes.

: "Please pay attention to your wording, the words of summons do not apply to heroes."

The two looked at each other. The hearing had not yet officially started, and the strong smell of gunpowder had already permeated the air.

"Well, if the person you're talking about is what I think..."

Husky silently raised his hand.

"They've arrived, just outside the door."

The door of the auditorium opened slowly.

The winter sun poured in in large swaths.

Frost narrowed his eyes slightly.

The sun is really dazzling.

Lu Mingfei walked in the center.

The sound of his footsteps alone was so crisp.

The eyes of Professor Solomon King and the school board all fell on this young man.

He is S rank?
But he wasn't the only one who came. Students from Kassel entered the auditorium silently and sat down. They were wearing uniforms, which were the style of the ancient countries in the Far East, and quickly filled up the empty auditorium.

Frost quickly found Caesar in the crowd. After all, the golden hair was too eye-catching. The uncles and nephews of the Gattuso family looked at each other from a distance. Caesar grinned brightly, and Frost remained as calm as ever.

Why is Caesar here?
thought Frost.

One face after another flashed across his mind. In the final analysis, what he was thinking about was not why Caesar appeared here, but why Caesar appeared here but he did not receive the news.

He was able to hide all the information about the hearing from Caesar because he, Frost, was Gattuso's acting head and in fact held Gattuso's rights.

But what about Caesar?
Perhaps there is only one answer.

Gattusoli already has someone who pledges allegiance to Caesar.

Frost didn't change his face, and no one could read any emotion from his face.

This ruthless interest animal just said something in his heart.

You've grown up too, Caesar.

(End of this chapter)