Lu Mingfei, who had read Dragon Clan before Dragon Slaying

Chapter 37 Hilbert Jean Angers

At nine o'clock in the morning, Lu Mingfei arrived outside the principal's office of Kassel College on time.

This is the time and place of the "3E" exam that Norma notified him by email early in the morning - a "3E" exam specially held for Lu Mingfei. one serving.

Angers' office is a two-story building that doesn't look very eye-catching. The blue stone walls are covered with rattan, and green creepers are attached to it. The outer walls look a bit in disrepair.

Branches and dead yellow leaves are laid softly on the long corridor, and there will be a crunching sound when you step on it. It looks more like an unnamed former residence that survived from the last century.

There is an exquisite brass bell hanging on the gate, presumably this is the doorbell that knocked the door. It can be seen that the principal is indeed a retro and full of sentimental old guy!

Lu Mingfei didn't know the meaning of the Angers principal who hadn't met before setting the location of the "3E" exam in his office, but he just came for the exam and didn't want to fight that old monster, so since he came Then be safe.

Lu Mingfei stepped forward and shook the bell lightly, and the copper bell made an ethereal and crisp sound.

"Principal, are you there?"

"Mingfei? Come in, kid." A vicissitudes and gentle voice came from inside the house, and the door slowly opened.

Lu Mingfei was a little stunned when he entered the room. His first impression of this office was that it was rich!

So rich!The house is full of money!The strong breath is coming!

Before that, he wondered why such a building was reluctant to install a single window, but only after he entered did he realize that the design style of this building is just like this.

The upper and lower floors of the building were completely opened up, and the open staircase spiraled from the entrance on the first floor to the top of the second floor. The walls of the entire two-story building were chiseled into built-in bookshelves full of books—a dazzling array of books— From the Nobel Prize-winning works of this century to the broken scroll documents of the Middle Ages.

Lu Mingfei strongly doubted that all the books placed here were authentic works, thinking about how outrageously astronomical figures the books on this wall would sell at noble auctions.

Not to mention the medieval antique-like piano and violin in the corner, Lu Mingfei couldn't estimate the specific value.

'Damn it, is this the rich man's world?How could I, a native dog who lived in a small coastal town in the south, understand this? '

There is a huge transparent skylight on the dome, through which warm light shines into the house, creating bright circles of light on the dark solid wood floor.

After seeing the unique design of the skylight, Lu Mingfei thought that he didn’t blame Caesar and his father, Pompeii, for being coquettish. It’s because the window looks so much like the landing point of some kind of directional parachuting. If he had money, he would definitely do it. Play like this!

"Come up and talk, kid." At the tea table on the second floor, the old man gently waved to the boy.

Lu Mingfei walked up the spiral staircase until he stood in front of the old man.

The old man is leaning on the soft cushion on the back of the chair, holding an original printed copy of "Hamlet" in his hand, the teacup on the tea table in front of him is wafting wisps of fragrance, and the mist rises like smoke in the sun Gather and drift away.

The old-fashioned gramophone in the corner played Beethoven's "Symphony No. [-] in C minor", also known as "Symphony of Destiny".

Listening to the passionate medieval symphony and reading the Prince's Revenge, it seems that this old man is really full of strong hatred that cannot be resolved!

The face of the old man was hidden in the rising mist, and in those vicissitudes and deep eyes were written the stories of the world that could not be told all night. The long years carved a series of vertical and horizontal ravines on his face. There are rows of tombstones of the deceased.

Hilbert Jean Angers, a coquettish and handsome old-fashioned gentleman, a powerful dragon-slaying blade, a bloody avenger who returned from hell!
Seeing is worse than being famous, Principal Angers!
"Hi principal." Lu Mingfei bowed slightly.

"Don't be too restrained, let's sit and talk." Anger smiled and pointed to the chairs that had been prepared on the opposite side.

After Lu Mingfei sat down, Anger put down the precious copy wrapped in exquisite cowhide in his hand. He closed his eyes and sipped the tea in his cup, then asked with a smile, "What would you like to drink, tea or coffee?"

"Let's drink tea on the tea table, thank you principal." Lu Mingfei said.

"He is a good boy who understands etiquette." Angers got up and picked from the custom-made tea cabinet not far away.

"Baihao silver needle? Xinyang Maojian? Or Lushan cloud?" Anger looked at the pieces of ancient tea cakes placed in the tea cabinet. He picked and chose. Finally, as if he felt something in his heart, his eyes fell on the tea in the corner. On a small iron can, the word "road" is neatly written on the small white label on the side of the iron can.

"It's Tieguanyin. It was brought to me by an old friend a long time ago. It should be more to your taste." Angers returned to the tea table with the tin can.

"Trouble principal."

"No trouble, I like your Chinese tea culture very much. Making tea is also a kind of enjoyment. It can examine your mood and cultivate your sentiment." Anger's idiom skills are quite good.

"Tieguanyin is produced in Anxi, Fujian, China. It has the effects of invigorating the stomach and eliminating food, dispelling heat and reducing fat. It is suitable for people of all ages to drink. This is a special grade with a strong aftertaste. The taste and quality can be said to be quite good." Angers skillfully sprinkled the tea leaves and introduced them while brewing.

Lu Mingfei has never studied tea before. Although he doesn't know what the special grade is and how fragrant it is, the one in Angers' mouth is quite good, so it is probably worth a lot.

After the tea was brewed, Anger pushed the cup to Lu Mingfei, said with a smile, "Try it, it should be very good."

Lu Mingfei picked up the cup, blew on it lightly, and then took a sip. It was slightly bitter, but the aftertaste was strong and lingering. Even someone like him who doesn't understand tea at all can drink it. It was good tea, but he was really not used to drinking it.

"Very good tea." Lu Mingfei nodded slightly, then changed the topic abruptly, "But I am here to take the exam, the principal should give me the pen and paper, otherwise the answer will be engraved on your expensive huanghuali tea I can't afford to pay for scratches on the table."

"When did you first notice it?" Angers was slightly dazed, then smiled and took out a white paper and a sharpened pencil from the corner of the table.

"It started from the moment I entered the door. I am quite familiar with this piece of music. The few notes mixed in it are quite abrupt, and it sounds a bit disharmonious. It should be Longwen, right?"

"As expected of our 'S' class, you are the most outstanding young man I have ever seen, not one of them, even Caesar and Chu Zihang can't take away your dazzling brilliance!" Anger sighed.

"The principal praised you..." Lu Mingfei didn't finish his sentence.

"Where is the absurd praise, this is obviously one of the few reasonable words that this old man said!"

Lu Mingfei raised his head, Anger had long since disappeared without a trace.

A boy in a black suit sat on Angers' beloved tea table, his feet in small white square-cut leather shoes dangling back and forth, a white silk scarf was exposed from his pocket, and a pair of pale golden pupils stared at Lu Mingfei with a half-smile.

(End of this chapter)