Lu Mingfei Returned From Death

In early October, the sun was shining brightly, and the surface of Lake Michigan was like a huge mirror, reflecting the blue and white of the sky, while also constantly changing colors, light and shadow.

Blow by the not too strong breeze, the waves on the lake sparkle under the sunlight and sparkle with fine foam.

Every ray of light is like a dancing elf, cheerful and free.

“These kids are really young, it’s a shame that guy Flamel can’t come out.”

Principal Angers stood on a relatively high place and looked in the direction of the beach and clicked his tongue.

However, he was not looking at the boys participating in the competition like Lu Mingfei and Chu Zihang, but instead focused on the dance troupes of the Student Union and Lion Heart Club.

These girls were among the best in school in terms of appearance and figure. Just looking at them made him feel more than ten years younger.

Thinking of the vulgar appearance of the vice-principal who was clamoring to come but couldn't get out, Angers felt happy.

Since you, Mr. Flamel, can't come to cheer for the students, you have to rely on me, an old man.

"When the game officially starts, we must use the loudest voice to cheer for Senior Brother Lu and Senior Brother Chu. The loudness cannot be lower than that of the group of girls in the student union!"

"Do you understand?"

Before the game starts, stand on the beach where the players will not be affected.

Lucia, wearing a purple skirt and white high-heeled boots, gave serious instructions to the beautiful girls in front of her.

These girls, like her, have outstanding looks and tall figures.

Wearing a uniform purple skirt and high-heeled boots, just standing here attracted the attention of many people.

She had rehearsed many times at school for today.

Whether it was someone who had already rehearsed or a girl who had just joined as a peripheral member, she had arranged everything properly.

"Is this quality, an all-star cast?"

People at the University of Chicago lamented the high quality of girls at Cassel College.

"understand!"

At the instruction of the group leader, all members of the dance troupe answered together in pleasant voices.

There were also two members from outside schools mixed in among them.

It was Su Xiaoqiang and her friend Tiya who came to Lu Ming to cheer him up.

Under the back door opened by Lu Mingfei, the two people who desperately wanted to experience this luxurious lineup successfully blended into the dance troupe as temporary members.

However, due to Su Xiaoqiang's superb appearance, Lucia placed him and Xia Mi at the front of the team, and they were one of the main dancers in the next few dances.

Of course, dancing is not difficult. She and Xia Mi simply took turns doing a few moves in order to show their good looks that overwhelmed everyone.

At the same time, standing in the other direction, a team completely opposite to them also arrived.

It was a group of girls wearing lace and white dresses. Everyone stood upright as if they were on a battlefield.

The leader is Chen Motong, the director of the Student Union Organization Department.

In order to suppress the growing momentum of the Lion Heart Dance Troupe, Chen Motong, who is also very good-looking and capable, personally took charge.

Except for Chen Motong, this lineup is a group of girls in lace and white dresses personally selected by Caesar.

In the past, when the Lion Heart Club was in decline, this dance troupe almost selected all the girls with the best looks among the freshmen that year.

It is the shining pearl among all departments of the Student Union.

Enemies are extremely jealous when they meet. The two former dance troupes and today's cheerleaders are like two armies at war. Everyone stands straight.

Trying to use your proud body line to directly overwhelm the opponent!

But after the appearance of the two elite troops, the two opposing sides were at peace with each other.

The self-organized cheerleading groups at the University of Chicago are in trouble.

Under the two completely different auras on the opposite side, not only were they ignored by everyone, but their energy and spirit were also suppressed.

"The spiritual pressure of any of our teams far exceeds that of the opponent!"

Standing on the beach with the windsurfing board in hand, Lu Mingfei used the theory of spiritual pressure to compare.

"Forget about fighting, I will never lose to you in maritime sports!"

Caesar, who was not far away, didn't pay attention to the situation outside the court. He just paid attention to every move of Lu Mingfei and Chu Zihang.

In his eyes, these two people were the only ones who were his biggest thorns.

Even Diarmuid, the president of the windsurfing club who won last year's windsurfing championship, only paid a little attention.

After all, not every president of the windsurfing club has Ye Sheng's strength.

"Well, when it comes to cheerleading, our school is still as short as ever."

The president of the windsurfing club at the University of Chicago placed the equipment at the junction of the water and the beach, looked at the cheerleaders on both sides and sighed.

"One head? I think you are just a whole body shorter!" the vice-president on the side complained.

“I remember in the past few years, although the quality of the cheerleading team at Cassel College was much higher than ours, it wasn’t that outrageous!

Forgetting one top-notch-looking team, there were actually two of them in today’s game!

Even those small groups with no organization are better than ours.

Is this a school specializing in beauty pageants?"

The vice president complained wildly, losing half of the game before it even started, and he felt like there was no one left.

"By the way, isn't that our school beauty? Why is she on the side of Cassel College?"

One of the contestants pointed to Su Xiaoqiang and asked.

"Damn it, is this going to kill someone?"

In an instant, mourning was everywhere.

In the very different atmospheres of both sides, all the participants carried the sailboards and walked towards the starting point.

The total distance of this long-distance race is 27 kilometers, and the route is completed in one trip.

The starting line is where the lake water submerges the calf, and the finish line is at a marked point on Brador Beach. The first one to reach the finish line wins.

Lu Mingfei walked into Lake Michigan amid the cheers and cheers of the cheerleaders in short skirts at the back.

Lu Mingfei didn't stop until the lake water submerged his knees.

At this time, there were hundreds of people entering the lake, more than half of them from the University of Chicago, and the rest from Cassel College.

There is no way, although the students of Cassel College are very active, because they are all mixed race, the number of people in the entire school is less than half of the other students.

"Mingfei, come on!"

In the audience area, Ye Sheng and Aji kept waving to Lu Mingfei.

Lu Mingfei also turned his head and smiled at them.

It can be seen that after the Kuimen Project, the relationship between the two of them is getting better and better.

I heard that they are planning to get married after returning this time.

"How could that happen? It was obviously me first."

Diarmuid is currently the president of the windsurfing club at Kassel College.

Seeing former president Ye Sheng cheering up Lu Mingfei, vice president of the Lion Heart Club, made my heart hurt.

President Ye Sheng’s encouraging voice still echoed in my mind.

Diarmuid decided that in this competition, which is his area of ​​expertise, he must keep Lu Mingfei behind him.

Let former President Ye Sheng take a look at who has the best windsurfing technology!

"To be honest, are they really here to compete, not to be cool?"

The contestants from the University of Chicago looked at the Cassel students who were clearly different from them with a strange look on their faces.

Unlike them being fully armed.

The group in Kassel were all laughing and joking before the game.

They were all wearing shorts and shirtless, and their bodies were as toned as if they had been on steroids.

In addition to these, the unprofessional postures are also a major feature. At first glance, they look like they have been trained for just a few days.

"If half of these guys get past me, I'll eat my windsurf on the spot!"

Someone glanced at the other cheerleaders jealously, and someone said angrily.

"Looking cool is nothing. Next, let them see what a real man is!" The game begins!
At a command, the University of Chicago athletes climbed onto the windsurfing board.

While they were grabbing the rigging ropes and pulling up the sail, they were also watching the amateurs in Kassel.

Instead of bending their knees and taking hold of the sail rope with both hands, they slowly pull it out of the water.

This group of shirtless sportsmen jumped onto the windsurfing board without looking at the center line.

After they got up, they just pulled back with one hand and the sail was raised. It didn't take so much effort as they did.

"This school has average athletes per capita?"

Everyone at the University of Chicago was stunned.

They watched with their own eyes as hundreds of Kassel students in the same area unfurled their sails. The scene was very spectacular!
In the cheers of the Kassel Academy dance troupes and group cheerleaders.

Members of the Lion Heart Club and the Student Union stepped on the sailboards and galloped on the lake like light seabirds.

After the University of Chicago students officially set sail, they found that their opponents had distanced themselves quite a bit from them.

At the same time, drones took off one after another under control, following the people in front to shoot videos.

The cheers of Su Xiaoqiang, Lucia and others gradually faded away, and Lu Mingfei had already left the starting area.

Next, he needs to control the sailboard in the competition. By controlling the direction and wind force of the sail, the sailboard can move forward at the fastest speed and pass through different areas.

Lu Mingfei stepped on the large sailboard and stood facing the wind. He felt like he was a fish in the sea, able to swim freely.

Feeling the wind coming from the pavement, he held the sail pole with one hand.

Under his control, the windsurfing board seemed to be given life. Even when it reached the windward area, it did not slow down.

Amidst the noise caused by the fierce wind hitting his sail, his body trembled slightly, like a sea eagle spreading its wings far away from the large army behind.

Not long after, the only people who could keep up with his pace were Chu Zihang, Caesar, Diarmuid and Lancelot.

Oh, by the way, there's also Fingel, who has more muscles than anyone else and wears pink board shorts.

His windsurfing board is as cool as the color of his shorts.

These people can be ranked in the first echelon either because of their skills or their extraordinary physical strength.

Behind them are the members of the windsurfing club and the Lionheart Student Union in Kassel.

As for the group of people in Chicago, except for the president and vice president of the windsurfing club, they are all hovering in the third echelon.

"Fingal?"

Caesar was shocked when he looked at the Minister of Information who was not far away from him.

Didn’t he say that he only watched the instructional video the day before the game?

It didn't look like he had only learned it for a day. In his opinion, he was at least a veteran who had been playing for several years.

"Pretend to be a pig and eat the tiger?" Caesar thought for a moment and came to this conclusion, "Interesting."

"As expected, what this guy wants is either the manor or the right to choose a spouse."

Caesar, who thought he understood his integrity relatively well, thought so.

"Hey, Fingel."

Caesar, who didn't mind that his men had hidden skills, shouted loudly as he rode the wind and waves:
"As a member of the student union, if you can win this competition or join me in the top two.

In addition to the manor in England, I will give you a car worthy of the manor! "

As the saying goes, big money brings heroes, and what he wanted was for Fingel to give his best.

"The boss is so heroic!"

Upon hearing the mission issued by Caesar, Fingel bared his big white teeth and raised his thumb high.

Shushu, I need to be serious!
Beneath the strong body is a soul that is unwilling to be ordinary!
Passing through the windward and downwind areas, they pushed the troops far away from the rear and arrived at the long-distance competition area.

This is a section of the track where you can reach the finish line by just sprinting forward, accounting for about two-thirds of the total distance.

It can be said that the game officially started at this moment.

Those who are still chasing behind have obviously lost their qualifications to win.

A big wave came, and Lu Mingfei and others faced it. They shuttled between the flying waves and glided under the increasingly strong wind.

The waves that were supposed to swallow everyone actually became acceleration aids under their control!
"This does not rely on technology at all, but on brute force!"

Diarmuid, who was closest to the others, felt a headache.

His worries came true.

According to the level and weather of previous competitions, it is not difficult for him to win the championship as long as he has both strength and skill and performs normally.

He was afraid that there would be problems with the weather conditions here.

Know that at some point, technology can’t make up for everything.

When encountering strong winds and waves, even hybrids cannot cope with this natural force.

But the ones around him are different. Not to mention Lu Mingfei, even Lancelot, who has the lowest bloodline, is at the A level.

Ah, no, how did Fingel keep up?

"Go away!"

Seeing a big wave coming, Fingel's muscles in his arms tensed up, and he turned the sailboard around, borrowing the force from the side.

Chu Zihang also pulled hard and rushed in.

"This is the real game."

Caesar smiled boldly and followed.

Except for Diarmuid, the B-level one, everyone rushed out of the huge wave.

"I#￥%...&"

Diarmuid took a sip of the water that came to his face and groaned.

"Look, Lu Mingfei is number one now!"

Looking at the image transmitted by the drone, Su Xiaoqiang, who had finished dancing, shook Xia Mi's shoulders and said.

"Hey, hey, it's Senior Brother Chu that I want to cheer for. If you do this again, I won't be polite!"

Xia Mi said while chewing his little tiger teeth.

"Oh."

Su Xiaoqiang answered and then turned around and shook Tiya.

"Senior Brother Lu is indeed the strongest!"

Lucia was not as excited as the little goddess, she just cheered for Lu Mingfei silently in her heart.
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At some point, Lu Mingfei found that his heartbeat had merged with the beating of the waves and the roar of the wind.

At this moment, all he could see was the endless lake and the white canvas flying high in the sky.

It was not something he did deliberately, he entered such a state naturally.

All the skills learned from Ye Sheng seemed to be mastered at this moment.

"What is going on? In addition to physical strength, is Lu Mingfei also so skilled?"

Caesar was surprised to see Lu Mingfei controlling the lapping water with ease.

"It should be the legendary combination of man and board."

Chu Zihang guessed coldly.

After all, when he was riding a bicycle in middle school, he felt like the rider and the bike were one.

Under this feeling, the whole person controls the bicycle like an arm.

"What the hell is the integration of man and board? Why haven't I heard of it?" Diarmuid chased after him.

At this moment, in their eyes, Lu Mingfei's sail shadow was like a black spear passing through the waves that were coming towards them.

The white waves rising from the tail of the board are like the smoke raised by horses' hooves. Every sprint he makes is challenging the limit of the wind.

He tramples all obstacles like a knight.

From behind, Caesar could even hear the squeaking sound of Lu Mingfei's board gliding on the water. It was the sound of the board crashing into the water at high speed.

It's like flying on the water. (End of chapter)