Dragon Clan: Dragon Slayer Wizard, professional dragon slayer

Two months later.

Lu Mingfei took out the white mobile phone that was sent to him along with his passport and looked at the time displayed on the screen. It was 20:30 at night. The rain was falling wildly outside the porthole, and the city lights were sparse in the distance.

He held his only schoolbag and looked at the route map thoughtfully sent to him by Kassel College.

The plane on the above route will fly over the Arctic Circle and land at the Chicago Airport 10 hours later.

Lu Mingfei opened his schoolbag and had to say that the female secretary named Norma from Kassel College was indeed very considerate.

Less than two weeks after he left Long Kui's house, a huge envelope bag was mailed to him non-stop.

It contains everything from passport to itinerary, and even a very considerate copy of the "Idiot's Guide to Admission to Kassel College" is included, with the "Lu Mingfei Edition" specially marked below.

This is Lu Mingfei's first trip away from home.

Growing up, staying at his aunt's house was his favorite summer vacation every year, because usually at this time, his radiantly dressed uncle would bring his aunt, who was wearing gold and silver, and Lu Mingze, who had his hair combed like an adult. , go out and travel outside.

Most of these travel destinations were domestic. A family of three went out happily, and when they came back, they were carrying large and small bags, shouting and blowing the electric fan at home. Lu Mingfei, who was enjoying playing with Lu Mingze's old notebook, rushed out to help. Take it.

As for why he was not included in the trip every time, every time Lu Mingfei saw the reluctant expression on his uncle's and aunt's faces, he very wisely said that he didn't want to go.

He had a very clear understanding of himself. From the beginning, Lu Mingfei was an outsider in this family.

So every time he traveled out of the province, he would use various excuses and reasons to act like he didn't want to go.

This will reduce the unnatural expression on the face of my uncle, an ordinary middle-aged man.

Although if Lu Mingfei insisted on following him, his uncle and aunt's family would naturally not leave him alone.

But in this case, the look on my aunt's face towards my uncle during this trip will definitely not be very good.

So this time he "ran away" to Chicago alone, Lu Mingfei did not say hello to his uncle and aunt, but just pressed a letter on the refrigerator door before leaving.

A farewell letter.

When Lu Mingfei opened the door of the house where he had lived for more than ten years, he looked back at the familiar displays in the house and felt inexplicably sad.

Even though it was a place that had kept him away for more than ten years, why did he feel a strange emotion when he suddenly left?
Lu Mingfei didn't know if his uncle and aunt would go around asking about his whereabouts like they were looking for their own relatives after he left.

All he knew was that it was time for him to take a step forward.

When Lu Mingfei walked out of the tube building completely and felt the rain like cow hair falling on his shoulders, the boy's fate was like a gear, starting to turn again after seventeen years of suspension. …

"United Airlines flight UA836 to Chicago is preparing to take off. Passengers please turn off your mobile communication devices..." A sweet female voice echoed in the cabin.

Lu Mingfei, who was originally a little distracted looking at the personal belongings in his backpack, suddenly calmed down.

Then he took one last look at the phone that was about to be turned off. After confirming that there was no new information, he pressed the power off button.

Then Lu Mingfei put on earplugs, put on a blindfold, put on an air headrest, covered him with a blanket, and lay down halfway on the seat.

The vision suddenly fell into darkness, and the huge wind sound of the aircraft engine was also blocked. All that could be felt was the acceleration and trembling from the seat.

The Boeing 747 pierced the rain curtain and plunged into the air, passing over the sleeping city.

"Goodbye." Lu Mingfei murmured softly, not knowing whether it was for his life since childhood or for this city where he had stayed for seventeen years.

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Ten hours later, a Boeing 747 pierced the sky and landed directly at the Chicago airport.

Lu Mingfei was carrying a backpack. He had just gotten off the plane and passed the immigration gate. Before he could get his luggage, he was suddenly blocked by a group of people.

I saw a group of passionate foreigners covered with banners, holding red banners in their hands, shaking the fiery red fluorescent sticks in their hands violently, accompanied by sonorous and powerful slogans in unison, and the roar of people kept coming. The airport entrance was flooded with people.

"What's going on?" Lu Mingfei, who had lived in a coastal city in China since he was a child, had never seen such a battle before. He was immediately shocked. His hands reflexively slid the backpack off his shoulders, and then tightly He hugged her tightly to her chest.

Just when he was watching the flaming red crowd rushing towards him like a torrent, suddenly, a hand was put on his shoulder, and Lu Mingfei was stunned in place. Pulled aside.

Along with it, there was a slightly cold male voice:

"They are on strike in protest, just let them pass."

After Lu Mingfei heard the familiar Chinese, his face was startled, and then his eyes couldn't help but look at the banner held high by the group of people, with a sentence written on it in eye-catching white capital letters:
“WE NEED MORE HOLIDAYS!!!”

This sentence translates to: "We need more vacations!!!"

Lu Mingfei is good at English, so he naturally understands the meaning of this sentence.

Then he recalled that the voice he had just used to remind him was speaking Chinese, and he suddenly knew that he had met a fellow countryman.

Lu Mingfei turned around immediately and thanked him politely with a grateful look on his face:
"thanks, thanks……"

Then Lu Mingfei's face suddenly stiffened.

Because he saw someone, an acquaintance that he couldn't even think of meeting.

"Chu...Chu Zihang?!"

Lu Mingfei looked at the handsome young man in front of him who was wearing a black coat and a pure black shirt. He couldn't help but jump back in fright. By some strange coincidence, he called out the name that he never expected to encounter in his dreams.

The aloof young man suddenly heard the man in front of him call out his name. The cold expression on his face was as cold as a playing card. Then he slowly raised his eyes and looked at the stranger's face.

"You are..." Chu Zihang looked at the timid boy in front of him, frowned slightly, and then said three words in a questioning tone with some uncertainty:
"Lu Mingfei?"

This time it was Lu Mingfei's turn to be stunned. He didn't expect that the god-like figure who was in the third and lower grades of Shilan Middle School and was known to everyone would actually recognize him.

Chu Zihang.

A symbol, a symbol. Since childhood, it has been a concrete pronoun for other people's children, the god of learning in the world, the darling of Tsinghua University, Peking University and other prestigious universities. The principal will smile and say hello when he sees it.

The annual campus party of Shilan High School is an opportunity for this person's brilliance to radiate to all the girls in the school.

Every time he pulled the strings, it was like leaving a scratch in the hearts of the girls in the audience.

By the time Chu Zihang packed up the piano case and stood up to bow, his name was already written on the hearts of countless girls.

With her own power, all the girls in the school have experienced what it means to be in love for the first time and what it means to be excited.

When the boys watched him leave the stage, they also scratched the three characters "Chu Zihang" in their hearts like knives.

The girls are thinking about how to win over the boy on the stage, while the boys are gnashing their teeth in their hearts silently thinking about how to kill that shameless bastard on the stage!
The execution list was written in blood-red with the oath of death, but the three big characters on the first place were carved on stone with sharp knives... That name was carved on the stone by all the boys with their resentful eyes, forever. obliterate.

"Senior Brother Chu knows me..." Lu Mingfei couldn't help but straighten his back. What was going on with this strange sense of pride?

"I know you. Every time the basketball team trains, you will carry a box of very expensive mineral water. After handing a bottle to Long Kui, you will also give it to other team members. You are very generous. I have an impression." Chu Zihang He said calmly without any fluctuation in his expression.

After Lu Mingfei heard what the other party said, he couldn't help but lower his head in embarrassment, and scratched his head with some guilt.

That's not his generosity. He, Lu Mingfei, had to save money for the Internet for several weeks. How could He De buy a box of mineral water worth more than ten yuan per bottle and distribute it to an entire basketball team?
That was the mineral water that the little goddess Su Xiaoqiang specially imported from abroad for fear that Long Kui would be tired, and then asked him to deliver it to everyone on the basketball team once a week...

The main focus is to be elegant and generous.

Of course, every time he got a sizable tip from the little rich woman, it was Lu Mingfei's constant source of the Battalion Commander's express when he went online every week.

"Senior brother, why are you here?" Lu Mingfei lowered his head and glanced to both sides with a guilty conscience, and then immediately changed the subject.

"Study abroad." Chu Zihang glanced at the ever-expanding red tide and quietly leaned to the side again. Before moving, he pulled Lu Mingfei once more.

"Huh? Did senior brother study abroad? Harvard or MIT?" After hearing the brief answer, Lu Mingfei couldn't help but ask despite being pulled by the other party to tilt his body.

"An unknown university." Chu Zihang thought for a while and finally said this.

"Not a famous university?" Lu Mingfei was stunned for a moment. He didn't expect that the other party studied in a famous university.

Just as the two were having an awkward conversation, suddenly, the sound of the strike demonstration throughout the airport became louder and louder, and even some airport staff joined in.

Seeing the increasingly chaotic scene, Chu Zihang's originally indifferent face couldn't help but frown.

"It's so unlucky that we encountered a strike and demonstration when we first arrived." Lu Mingfei, who was next to him, looked at the group of American people who didn't know whether they were marching for the strike or just for fun, and couldn't help but sigh. :

"As expected of a country oppressed by capitalism."

Now the roads are blocked by noisy crowds, and the exit from the airport seems to be close at hand, but in fact it is far away.

Just as the two of them were bored and watching the crowds of people passing by in front of them, suddenly, a tall and powerful foreigner with a beard held a plaque in his hand that read "Fight for Freedom" in German. Keep moving forward with the crowd.

When Lu Mingfei saw this man who had the courage to fight for the working class, he couldn't help but applaud him bravely in his heart.

Just as he kept watching the rough man who looked like a gorilla with admiring eyes, waiting for him to rise up with the red torrent, the bearded man suddenly jumped out of the crowd and walked straight Went to the waiting areas on both sides of the road.

Lu Mingfei was stunned for a moment before he could react. This man wiped clean the very imposing phrase "Fight for Freedom" on his plaque.

Then I picked up the marker again and wrote something on the white plaque that was clean enough to be used as a mirror.

After finishing the painting, the bear-like man once again raised the plaque in his hand high. Lu Mingfei couldn't help but take another look, and then he couldn't move his eyes away anymore.

Because the plaque read again:

【Welcome to Chicago, Mr.Lu, Mr.Chu】

Lu Mingfei looked at his surname on the plaque like a dog crawling, and suddenly froze on the spot.

Then he quickly took out the admission guide from his backpack and turned to the last page one after another.

It does say that after arriving at the airport, the college will send one of the campus elites to pick him up.

Lu Mingfei couldn't help but look up and looked at the bearded man sitting in the corner in front of him again. He was nearly 1.9 meters tall. His hair looked gray and unwashed, and he was wearing a plaid shirt collar. There are even stains from ketchup.

This kind of man squats at the entrance of the airport and gets a broken bowl to pay for a meal at Burger King. Are you telling me that he is a campus elite?
The corners of Lu Mingfei's eyes couldn't help but twitch twice, and he tried his best to suppress the urge to turn around and leave.

After a fierce battle in his heart, he just took a step forward. Suddenly, the tall body standing next to him, without a trace of hesitation, went straight towards the person squatting in the corner. The "down and out" man holding the whiteboard with these words walked over.

Lu Mingfei was startled at first, but before he could react, Chu Zihang was already one step ahead of him and walked straight in front of the bearded man.

Why did Senior Brother Chu walk over? Could it be...

Lu Mingfei suddenly looked back at the whiteboard held high by the man. Before, he only saw his name and didn't pay attention to look back.

When he saw "Mr. Chu" in the back row, an idea suddenly jumped out of Lu Mingfei's mind like a spark.

The university where Senior Brother Chu stayed... was also Kassel College? !
Lu Mingfei hurriedly carried his backpack and ran over non-stop.

As soon as he ran up to the two of them, Chu Zihang took out a certificate engraved with the emblem of the Half-Dead World Tree from his arms, waved it gently in front of the other person's eyes, and then said in a calm and indifferent tone:
"Kassel College, Grade 08 freshman, Chu Zihang, met my senior brother."

After Lu Mingfei heard this sentence, his scalp went numb.

Two perfect students from Shilan Middle School were accepted by Kassel College. What kind of class is he, a little shrimp, that he went to the same university as these two?

(End of this chapter)