Dragons: Reboot the New World

Chapter 161 Scene 1 Lu Mingfei’s script
"How should I confess my love?" Chu Zihang thought while sitting on his bed. He had just sent Xia Mi back to his dormitory.

The lights in the room were dark, and Caesar hadn't come back yet, so he was probably finishing up the banquet.

Speaking of which, that guy was really kind-hearted. He originally thought that people like Caesar would not pay attention to such things.

Chu Zihang sat alone in the darkness and began to wonder again why he was so impulsive today. Could it be that his feelings for Xia Mi had overflowed to the point where he had to say it?
But the problem of his bloodline has not been solved yet... It is true that there is a solution, but whether he is qualified to get the recognition of that sword is still unknown.

The investigation team from the school board will arrive in Kassel in a few days. Ye Sheng glanced at him when he told this incident. Chu Zihang was not stupid and understood that the so-called "investigation team" was probably just here to investigate him. By the way, Principal Angers was kicked out of his position.

He did use explosive blood, so there was no need to run away. He only hoped that the current principal could help him solve this matter. After all, it was not his own benefit. Once the evidence was really put in front of him, for the current Kassel administrative team It will all be a disaster.

What if a miracle happens?He suddenly gained the recognition of the sword, and from now on he no longer had to worry about excessive use of explosive blood... But that was just a fantasy after all.

King Arthur's holy sword was lying quietly under his bed now. He took out the sword, it was still dull and covered with rust marks. Chu Zihang shook his head, as if he didn't want to think about these issues anymore.

Lu Mingfei always said that there must be a road before the car reaches the mountain, and it will be straight when the boat reaches the bridge.

What if I'm not qualified?It's already a good thing to be together.

He stuffed the sword back under the bed and glanced at his desk when he stood up.

The book "Shanghai Fortress" recommended by Lu Mingfei was placed squarely in the middle of the table.

"Did you forget to put it back after reading it last time?" Chu Zihang thought as he picked up the book and was about to put it on the bookshelf. Suddenly he stopped and glanced at the cover of "Shanghai Fortress", his heart moved slightly. .

He remembered that there was a plot in the book about a showdown between the male protagonist and the girl he liked. It seemed that that method was quite good, romantic and interesting.

Chu Zihang sat down again, turned on the desk lamp, and followed his memory to that paragraph.

"Very good..." he said to himself, "That's it."

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Opposite Chu Zihang's dormitory was Lu Mingfei and Fengel's dormitory. Lu Mingfei was also thinking about something.

"Huh huh huh..." Fingel turned over on the upper bunk and snored loudly. He went to bed very early today and seemed exhausted from his tasks during the day.

"It's so annoying." Lu Mingfei glared at Fingel, who was sleeping soundly. "The dog slept so soundly, and it interrupted all my thoughts."

He sighed helplessly and walked outside the dormitory, holding his hand on the fence of the outer wall in a daze.

"Holmes hasn't seen anyone since he came to Kassel, and he didn't even say hello to me. Even Watt, who he said wanted to see me, didn't come to see me either."

The more Lu Mingfei thought about it, the weirder it became, so he might as well make a phone call and ask.

He took out his mobile phone and found the contact "Holmes".

After the phone beeped a few times, it was connected. A gloomy male voice said, "My lord."

"Hey, Holmes." Lu Mingfei said carelessly, "Where have you been? I couldn't find you when I came to Kassel, and you also took that alchemy god Watt you mentioned with you."

"Come back to me, my lord, I'm discussing the details of the plan with Watt."

"What are the details of the plan?" Lu Mingfei was stunned.

"Watt... seems to have signed a contract with Cassel. He will provide technical and equipment support to Cassel free of charge."

"What? Who did you sign it with?" Lu Mingfei was shocked.

"Ange."

"Damn it, the principal didn't chop him to death?"

"According to what he said, Angers did draw his knife at that time, but it couldn't hurt him."

"The Philosopher's Stone can't hurt him?" Lu Mingfei scratched his head, thinking that this Watt was too awesome.

"Although Watt's own strength is not very good, he carries various alchemical items with him. It can be said that he is a walking treasure chest."

"It turned out that the alchemy item saved his life..." Lu Mingfei said with shame, "But he is too fierce. A pure-blooded dragon dared to break into the dragon slayer's lair single-handedly, and why did he think that he was too brave? Will Principal Re sign a contract with him?"

"After all... Principal Ange is the one who said he would personally send all the dragons to the gallows."

"If this generation of Flamel stops me, nothing will happen." Holmes explained.

"You think Angers can be stopped by just one night watchman? Then you may be wrong. Angers has already decided that no one can stop him." Lu Mingfei said in a personal voice, "An old guy like him , he usually looks shady, but he even sleeps with a folding knife in his sleeve."

"The old guy never softens his heart. He can only sigh. After sighing, he draws his sword and cuts. That's what happens."

"The fact that he can make such a decision can only mean one thing, and that is that his mind has changed."

Lu Mingfei suddenly remembered the conversation between him and Ange in the car after the auction that day. Originally, he just tried to persuade him, but he didn't expect the effect to be immediate. The old guy... really changed.

However, he also knew that this was only a subtle change. If he wanted to completely change the old guy's mentality, he still needed an opportunity.

In Lu Mingfei's script, this opportunity... he plans to place it in Tokyo.

Saying that he wants a happy ending is more than just words. It is not enough to protect the people he cherishes. He also wants everyone around him to live happily without any worries.

"My lord?" Seeing that Lu Mingfei remained silent, Holmes tentatively called him.

"Oh, I'm here." Lu Mingfei retracted his wandering thoughts, "I was just thinking about something."

"That's it. Is there anything else, sir?" Holmes said.

Lu Mingfei thought for a while, "It should be nothing."

"By the way, Watt and I will go back to Angers' office tomorrow. If you are interested... you can find a reason to open the door."

"I see."

Lu Mingfei hung up the phone and returned to the dormitory, staring blankly at the StarCraft start interface on the computer screen.

"It's time to put it on the agenda." He stretched out and controlled the mouse to slide on the desktop in boredom.

Ye Sheng and Ya Ji's proposal has been successfully concluded, and now it's time to stage their own script.

The upcoming Cassel Investigation Team incident was actually on his mind. Lu Mingfei was not naive enough to think that the Gattuso family would not have any evil intentions if they repeated the incident.

But I didn't expect that the method this time was so dirty. Frost actually released the dragon-shaped Deadpool to frame Chu Zihang, without any regard for the safety of ordinary people.

Fortunately, there was no one on the beach that day, otherwise with the power of Chu Zihang and Xia Mi's spirit fusion skills, it would be easy for a few people to die.As a result, Chu Zihang's charges will be aggravated, and things will become more troublesome.

"The solver of the Kassel Investigation Team incident in my previous life was..." Lu Mingfei glanced at Fingel, who was sleeping like a dead pig on the upper bunk.

No wonder he has been busy with some special tasks assigned by the college today. Considering the news he got from Ye Sheng today, everything makes sense.

"I just don't know if it can be resolved satisfactorily this time, because it stands to reason that this incident is more serious than in the previous life. The Gattuso family should have video evidence."

"Then Frost used the authority of the school director to delete Norma's records. OK, everything is perfect. When the time comes, it will be said that it was a video taken by a passerby. There is irrefutable evidence. Both Chu Zihang and Angers Don’t even think about running away.”

Lu Mingfei closed the StarCraft game interface with great concern. He really had no intention of playing games now, and there was no one to play with him.

"Old Tang, it would be nice if you were here..." Lu Mingfei looked at the dark ceiling and sighed, "If there is anything we can discuss, we can talk."

But if Old Tang was here and Lu Mingfei asked him if he had any suggestions, Old Tang's violent temper might slam the table, pick up the guy and kill the Gattuso family. Thinking of this, Lu Mingfei couldn't help but chuckle again. Make a sound.

"This is why I want to get through the happy ending. Having a friend by your side who can fight with you is more important than anything else."

He took out his phone and looked at the incubation interface of Old Tang and Constantine.

"Good night."

I don’t know who I said it to, maybe two of them together.

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The next morning, the night watchman got up early and staggered to Angers' office carrying a bottle of wine.

"Hello, Angers, it's Leonardo." He knocked hard on the door.

"Come in." Ange's voice came from inside the door.

The night watchman opened the door, and what he saw was a colorfully dyed head and a brown deerstalker hat.

"Ange, are you having a masquerade party in the office?" the night watchman asked blankly, "Is this... the famous detective Mr. Holmes?"

"I am." Holmes nodded with a smile and stretched out a hand.

"I've admired you for a long time." The night watchman took a sip of wine and rushed to shake hands with Holmes. "Mr. Holmes is here, why don't you see Watson?"

"Watson, he has been dead a long time ago." Holmes still smiled.

"..." The night watchman thought this was some kind of hellish joke.

"Okay, stop making trouble." Angers raised his head from the pile of drawings, "This is really Sherlock Holmes. I won't go into details. You only need to know that Conan Doyle originally created the Sherlock Holmes detective based on him. set."

"I don't seem to have woken up." The night watchman drowsily patted his head, turned and walked towards the door, "It seems that he got up too early, haha, even Sherlock Holmes came. It's really an illusion, Angers. I’ll go back and take a nap first.”

"Come back." Angers said calmly.

"Yes! Sir!" The night watchman sat back on the sofa with a sneer on his face, "So this is really Sherlock Holmes?"

"If you look at it from the perspective of a pure-blood dragon clan, it won't seem so awkward." Ange rubbed his brows tiredly, "Don't mention this for now, come over and help me look at the drawings of these alchemy items. I'm not specialized in this business. Look. I haven’t figured out the reason all morning.”

"Ange, you have changed." The night watchman said seriously.

"Changed?" Angers asked, "What changed?"

"You who once had a blood feud with the Dragon Clan, are now able to live harmoniously in the same room with two pure-blood Dragon Clan." The night watchman was a little relieved and a little melancholy, "It just makes me feel that the years are passing by, and time is like water..."

"People always have to learn to be flexible, right?" Ange smiled, but his eyes did not waver.

"I'm relieved if you really think so." The night watchman walked to Angers desk, grabbed a few drawings and looked at them.

At first, he looked at it casually with an indifferent expression, but the more he looked at it, the more solemn his expression became.

"This... Master Watt gave it to you?" The night watchman suddenly raised his head.

"Yes." Angers replied.

"Too...so awesome!" He shouted, and almost knelt down and kowtowed three times to Watt next to him.

"Master, I have no education. I can only use the word awesome to express my shock at this moment." The night watchman burst into tears with excitement and gratitude, "I wonder if master still accepts disciples. I can change the sect and become your disciple!"

"It's so easy to say that, Leonardo. In Chinese immortality novels, people like you are considered traitors to the sect and will be executed." Angers did not expect that the bottom line of the night watchman was so low.

"You know nothing!" The night watchman blushed with anxiety, "There is a saying in China that says, if you hear the truth in the morning, you will die at night! After seeing these drawings, even if I have to betray the sect, I will be happy!"

"Sorry, I don't accept disciples." Watt waved his hand, his expression a little lonely.

"It's okay, Master. Just being able to see you is enough to make me enlightened." The night watchman said happily, "Just a moment ago, several alchemy problems that have been bothering me recently were immediately solved."

He looked at it carefully again, sometimes frowning and sometimes admiring.

Half an hour later, the night watchman put down the blueprint and hesitated for a moment, "Master, this technology is advanced, but... I'm afraid that the equipment department of our college is not very knowledgeable and cannot understand it."

"This is for you to learn." Watt smiled, "Have you ever played a MOBA game?"

"We old-timers don't talk about games, but a master is a master and keeps up with the trends of the times." The night watchman waved his hand.

“When I play MOBA games, I like to play a jungler, which is a role that roams around and helps other routes.” Watt said, “If a jungler wants to play a good game, the first thing he must learn is to help. The good don’t help the bad.”

"It means, first help the advantageous path, and then consider helping the disadvantaged path."

"I want to improve your skills first. After all, to put it bluntly, the gap between you and your ancestors is not 01:30 points." Watt said regretfully.

"I know how much I weigh." The night watchman said openly, "After drinking for so many years, the alchemy skills I learned have long since passed into the dog's belly."

"A dead pig is not afraid of boiling water." Ange sneered.

Suddenly there were three knocks on the door, "Principal, can I come in?"

"Lu Mingfei?" Ange immediately recognized this familiar voice, thought for a while, and decided to let him in.

"come in."

(End of this chapter)