Dragon Race: Lu Mingfei Returns from Warhammer

Chapter 27 Opening

Chu Zihang opened the door and saw the students gathered outside the door.

They have different expressions, some are curious, some are surprised, some are questioning...

Chu Zihang sighed softly, thanks to the brother next door, he and Lu Mingfei are considered famous.

His eyelids drooped slightly, and when he opened them again, a pair of dazzling golden pupils lit up, scanning everyone:
"Everyone, is something wrong?"

Like a raging lion in the dark, the students showed a look of fear on their faces. They were frightened by the pair of golden pupils and stopped surrounding dormitory 302.

Chu Zihang closed the door of the dormitory back, walked to 301 and knocked on the door.

"Who? I'll come back tomorrow if I have something to do. I'm not free today!"

Fingal's drake voice came from the room.

"boom!"

Chu Zihang turned around and kicked open the door, and walked in.

Immediately afterwards, Fingal's begging for mercy came from the 301 dormitory.

Not long after, the third red post that was captured by more than 200 girls replying to the floor suddenly disappeared.

But at the same time, Chu Zihang, an A-level freshman, also appeared in everyone's sight.

The scene of his golden pupils staring at everyone was filmed and posted on the forum.

Everyone began to speculate on his identity and his background.

He even thought that he was the S-rank named Lu Mingfei.

……

"What's wrong?"

The ceremony was over, and Lu Mingfei noticed strange movements coming from the dormitory.

"fine."

Chu Zihang shook his head calmly, "Have you completed the ceremony of awakening the machine soul?"

"No, what I just performed was not the ritual of awakening the machine soul, but a ritual of purification."

Lu Mingfei said solemnly.

In the idealistic universe where everything is animistic, even machines, including machines, cannot escape the pollution of chaotic evil forces.

So even if it is inlaid with a screw, it has to go through a complicated purification ceremony;
Replacing the light bulb also requires the cooperation of three machine servants, one is responsible for changing the light bulb and the other is reciting binary poetry next to it...

If these complicated rituals are not carried out, if it is polluted and flooded by electronic demons, then the entire planet may not even be available.

"Ok."

Chu Zihang was no stranger to Lu Mingfei's various weird religious behaviors.

"Have you found any valuable information?"

Lu Mingfei asked.

"No, right now we are only freshmen, and we don't have permission to query many materials."

"After the 3E exam confirms your S-level authority, we should be able to inquire about more complete information."

Chu Zihang took out a black magnetic card, which was a student ID card, and it was also a credit card guaranteed by Citibank.

"Perhaps a straightforward approach can be taken."

"Go all the way to the place where they store the data, and then take away all the valuable information."

Lu Mingfei's expression became indifferent, and an invisible killing intent permeated it, as if the temperature in the room had dropped a lot.

"If you really want to do it, I can come with you."

Chu Zihang said calmly, without any hesitation.

"Kidding."

Lu Mingfei smiled, and the indifference on his face disappeared in the blink of an eye: "I feel pretty good here."

"And to purify the alien... still need a base camp."

……

On the holographic screen, the scene of Lu Mingfei killing the B-level depraved hybrid Krell was played.

When Lu Mingfei took out the Smith revolver, the screen quickly zoomed in to Krell's forehead.

The gunshot rang out, and the first silver bullet could be seen hitting his forehead.

It's just that under the strengthened body of Yanling Immortal, the bullet only slightly penetrated the skin.

But that's enough.

This bullet was a fixed nail, and the next four bullets were a life-threatening hammer, driving the nail into Krell's head.

"Perfect marksmanship."

Angers applauded.

The screen ratio returned to normal. Lu Mingfei shot the half-breed who fell on the ground the last time, and then turned his head.

Those golden vertical pupils that looked like top predators were blazing and dazzling in the dark.

"Look at these eyes... I feel that he is more like a third generation."

Manstein said in a low voice.

"No no no, Manstein, he's a human being."

Angers smiled, a silver jackknife fluttered like a butterfly in his hand.

"If he's human."

"Then the human being you let in next time, will it be a dragon king?"

Manstein said in a low voice.

"Calm down, my dear Professor Manstein."

"If it's really Dragon Clan, I'll slit his throat."

"But he is different. I can feel his hatred for the Dragon Clan from the bottom of his heart."

Angers stopped playing with the jackknife, and the smile gradually disappeared:

"What we need now is not an army, but geniuses!"

"somebody."

"somebody?"

"the one!"

"A unique genius, a dragon slayer who fears the dragon kings, even the black emperor!"

Angers whispered, "Even better than my friend—Menec Cassel!"

Manstein was silent and did not speak again.

He looked at the forum on his phone and clicked refresh.

The post that was likely to cause unhealthy tendencies was deleted and changed to an eye-catching opening post.

Relying on his status as an administrator, Fingel opened a lot of markets, including large, small, long, and short.

As small as whether there will be extra meals in the cafeteria tonight, whether a certain professor orders grilled white sausage or pork knuckle, as large as whether the number of A-level students who passed the 3E exam this year is an odd number or an even number...

He is always trying to find ways to open the market to make money.

The current long-term handicap is "whether there will be someone who beats Caesar Gattuso", and Fingel bets [-] no.

But now, his handicap is:

"Can Lu Mingfei keep his S grade in the 3E exam?"

"YES" or "NO"

The amount of "NO" voted skyrocketed, and soon reached nearly [-] US dollars, and the overwhelming advantage could hardly see the "YES" bar.

That appalling file made the students and professors not think that Lu Mingfei could keep the "S" grade.

Even if it is appointed by the principal, it is useless, only the 3E exam can decide everything.

Suddenly, the bar on the side of "YES" suddenly increased by a section.

"Gerd Rudolf Manstein (Professor) bet $2000 on YES."

"What the hell? The boss of the Disciplinary Committee doesn't rectify the discipline, but takes the lead himself?"

Just when the students were shocked, the bar of "NO" rose again, pushing down the "YES" that had just improved.

"Dick tweeted $10000 more NO."

That Caesar Gattuso finally showed up amidst the uproar tonight, and he made a big splash when he appeared.

The students who were still vacillating immediately followed suit and bet "NO".

But immediately, the bar of "YES" skyrocketed again!

"Murasame bet $30000 on YES."

　built a small group
　　
　
(End of this chapter)