Brass Dragon in the Dragon World

Chapter 155 What is the level of playing interstellar with red dots? (return plus more)
Fall, fall again.

"Ahhhh!"

Lu Mingfei yelled and jumped up from the chair, as if he hit something hard on the top of his head, and the two made a crisp sound during the collision.

"Ow!"

"what!"

A burst of severe pain hit, Lu Mingfei quickly covered the top of his head, and he saw a red-haired figure rushing out of his teary eyes.

"Sister, I'm sorry!"

Lu Mingfei covered his head and shouted behind Nuonuo, all he could think about was whether he would fail if he injured the invigilating teacher.

In response to him, only Nuonuo sobbed softly and looked back before leaving.

"Don't worry, she probably hit her tongue. She's gone to the infirmary." Manstein, who was standing aside, walked over slowly and took the manuscript paper from Lu Mingfei's desk. "Do you want to go to the infirmary to have a look?"

"Are you all right, senpai?"

"It's just a broken tongue. Don't underestimate the recovery ability of mixed races." Manstein didn't care. According to the regulations, Nuo Nuo shouldn't get too close to candidates, and this matter can be regarded as a lesson for her.

Only then did Lu Mingfei look around and found that he was the only one left in this classroom. He covered his head with his teeth grinning and asked:

"What about the rest?"

"The exam is over, you slept until noon." Manstein raised his eyebrows, it was the first time he saw a student who could sleep for so long on the 3E exam.

Manstein waved his hand and motioned for Lu Mingfei to leave the examination room, "We will rest this afternoon, and the military training will continue tomorrow."

Lu Mingfei walked out of the examination room with the bag knocked out by Nuonuo's chin on his head. A petite figure stood at the door, carrying a plastic bag.

"Ling, why are you here?" Lu Mingfei waved at Ling, thinking carefully, this was the first girl who was so close to him.

Ling still had that cold look, she picked up the plastic bag in her hand and stuffed it into Lu Mingfei's hand.

"Rice, hot." The words were short, but heart-warming.

"Ah, thank you, thank you." Lu Mingfei cracked the corner of his mouth, and thanked him hurriedly, "I will repay you for the kindness of a meal, and come to me if you have anything to do in the future."

After receiving the plastic bag, the outline should be the roasted elbow and mashed potatoes with sauerkraut that are often seen in cafeterias. The rough German food exudes warm heat in the take-out box wrapped in tin foil.

"Thank you so much. If there is nothing else, I'll leave first..." Lu Mingfei was a little uncomfortable with the current atmosphere, and found a reason to leave.

"After the military training is over..." Zero finally spoke, his tone blunt, as if he was negotiating with terrorists, "There is a ball in the Norton Pavilion, you will be my dance partner."

Ling's tone seemed to be announcing something that couldn't be more ordinary, but Lu Mingfei stared blankly at the plastic bag in his hand.

"Is this considered meat compensation?" He muttered to himself.

"What?" Lu Mingfei was startled by Ling's voice, he quickly grabbed the bag, nodded repeatedly, and responded:
"No problem, I will definitely come, definitely come!"

Petite Zero always gives people a feeling of irresistibility, making it impossible to disagree with her opinion.

Lu Mingfei, who was holding something, was about to leave, but Ling stretched out his hand, stood on tiptoe vigorously, and gently touched the top of Lu Mingfei's head.

"This way it won't hurt anymore." Ling's voice brushed against Lu Mingfei's cheeks accompanied by the fragrance, making him forget the pain in his head for a moment.

"Thank you...thank you." Lu Mingfei felt his ears burn, he hurriedly said goodbye to Ling, and returned to the dormitory without stopping.

The dormitory was still the same, the messy beds and garbage allowed Lu Mingfei to regain some sanity, on the top bunk bed, a quilt ball was wriggling, and Fingel broke out of the cocoon.

"Congratulations, you beat up your senior, you have a crush on your junior, and you have become the prettiest boy in the academy."

"What?" Lu Mingfei put the elbow in the plastic bag on the bed for no apparent reason.

"Look at this." Fingel poked his head out and showed him the pictures on the laptop. "The school forums are going crazy. Thanks to you, the performance of the Propaganda Department this month has been completed ahead of schedule."

Lu Mingfei looked at the photos on the computer, one of which was Nuonuo running out of the classroom with his mouth covered, and Lu Mingfei with an innocent face behind him; .

"If it wasn't for Nuonuo being my good brother, I would have turned you into a scumbag who jumps back and forth between sexy schoolgirls and high-cold schoolgirls."

Fingel made an exaggerated move, "There will be a lot of traffic, but unfortunately I will be hanged and beaten by Nuonuo and Caesar."

"And theoretically speaking, the student union is still my boss. I can't spread rumors, or I will be expelled from the gang."

Lu Mingfei sat down angrily, and without washing his hands, he took out a piece of meat from the tinfoil bag in the plastic bag and stuffed it into his mouth.

He felt very hungry and needed a good boost of energy.

"What are you talking about... What would you think if you had an alien uncle?" Lu Mingfei recalled what he saw during the exam, and wanted to share it with someone.

"You mean Mr. Ander? He just posted a post about you in the night watchman forum." Fingal mercilessly pierced through Lu Mingfei's disguise, and was still struggling with sauerkraut after hitting a straight ball. Lu Mingfei.

"What?!" Hearing this, Lu Mingfei turned on the computer with an unbelievable speed, waving his oily hand like a middle school boy whose diary was dug out by his parents.

"Where, what did he post?" Lu Mingfei searched through the posts on the night watchman forum. Since the 3E exam results were not released, he could only enter the night watchman forum as a tourist.

"Just under the post analyzing whether you are S-rank, his ID is 'Brass Warhammer', you can see it when you scroll down."

Fingel replied unhurriedly, and now he is enjoying the video posted by Ander on the forum.

The video seems to be shot with a handheld DV player. Lu Mingfei is sitting on the sofa with a laptop in front of him, playing StarCraft on it.

The most striking thing is that Lu Mingfei didn't use the keyboard and mouse to operate, but used the little red dot on the notebook to kill all directions in StarCraft.

Below, are the rows of replies.

War Priest: What level is this?
Truck driver: I don't know, I don't play games.

Deep Sea Trident: Lancers scattered pretty well, I can't even type this operation with the mouse.

Watermelon fried chicken: So the S-class is actually strong in reaction speed and flexibility?
"Who are the War Priest and the truck driver? Why do they get so many likes?" Lu Mingfei looked at his video and heaved a sigh of relief. Fortunately, it wasn't a strange video.

"The war priest is Caesar, Caesar Gattuso, and the truck driver is Chu Zihang." Fingel replied, "You know Caesar, he is indeed a priest."

Lu Mingfei thought about the strange little church, and nodded, "What about Chu Zihang, why did you choose this name?"

Fingel rubbed his hair, showing a strange expression.

"Because he really knows how to drive a truck. On a mission that year, he drove a truck and smashed a Deadpool. Later, the people in the logistics department had to use a shovel to shovel Deadpool up from the ground."

"Ah... so fierce!"

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