Dragon Clan: Dragon Slayer Wizard, professional dragon slayer

"Nono..."

Lu Mingfei held the little hand of the girl opposite him blankly, feeling the silky and delicate touch in it. The red on his face almost caught up with the steamed crab shell.

The girl with extraordinary temperament opposite her behaved so naturally. He had only been in contact with her for a dozen hours, but Nono's aura of familiarity made it seem as if he and her had known each other before. They have been friends for many years.

There is absolutely no boundary between strangers, and this enthusiasm is enough to make a cake and eat it.

"But I didn't know before that the person who accompanied me to Chicago the night before was actually one of the two most influential people among the freshmen. Everyone in this classroom seems to know you."

Unknowingly, Nono had finished eating the meat bun in his hand, and was wiping the corners of his mouth with a napkin. His slender legs were slowly swinging in the air, and he looked at the opposite head, which was almost hot and smoking. Lu Mingfei couldn't help but smile.

While the two were chatting, the eyes of almost all the freshmen in the classroom were focused on them. They were like the center of a campus dance. Some people just standing there were enough to become the focus of attention.

"No...where did you see these?" Lu Mingfei turned his gaze away stiffly, making what he thought was an inadvertent aversion.

But in the end, the change was not thorough enough. He just shifted his gaze from Nono's beautiful and delicate face to the other person's hair.

That smooth and natural long dark red hair doesn't look like it was dyed. Is "Chen Mo Tong" a Chinese name? How did this hair color come to be found on the "Descendant of the Dragon"? Could hybrids be able to change their hair color like Saiyans?

For a moment, under Lu Mingfei's passive "infinite fun", his thoughts continued to diverge, and the blushing face that had been caught off guard by Nono could not help but slowly fade away.

"Don't you know? It's pinned to the top of the academy's forum. It seems to be a bet between you and another person. The person who opened the bet seems to bet on which of you can win the second S-class honor. Now the entire handicap The money has almost reached 100,000 US dollars." Nono raised his eyebrows and looked at the ordinary-looking boy in front of him with interest.

"This...why don't I know?" After hearing this, Lu Mingfei was stunned for a moment, and then blurted out in confusion.

"Is your account newly opened?" Nono tilted his head slightly, and after thinking for a moment, he asked.

"Yes." Lu Mingfei sat in his seat, looking at the long legs that kept dangling in front of his eyes, his eyes twitched, and he nodded.

"It's normal that newly opened accounts cannot be viewed. That post has set a viewing threshold. New accounts that have been created less than a month ago cannot be viewed." Nono stared at Lu Mingfei, looking at the other party's looming part on his lap. His wandering eyes seemed to have caught something, and he showed a sly smile, and suddenly smiled.

Like a child who was caught stealing sweets at night, Lu Mingfei lowered his head in embarrassment.

"But I remember somewhere that I saw the other freshman who was betting against you. He seems... to be in the same dormitory as you, right?" Nono tilted his head, racking his brains to recall the meeting in dormitory 303 yesterday. After a casual glance, he finally frowned slightly and asked with some uncertainty.

"Well, he is my senior in high school, and he does live in the same dormitory with me now." Lu Mingfei placed his hands squarely on his thighs and nodded in an awkward tone.

"No wonder... Then you have to work hard. In the past two days, your senior brother has become famous in the entire academy because of the video of defeating the head of the Kendo Club. He even overshadowed the president of the student union. His popularity Second only to the legend of this school, he is the only S-class student."

Nono put his index finger on his lips, and his long legs swayed closer and closer to Lu Mingfei seemingly unintentionally, a cunning light flashed in his dark red pupils.

She seemed to like seeing Lu Mingfei's embarrassed and bewildered expression.

"I'm just an ordinary person... How can I compare to Senior Brother Chu..." Lu Mingfei said, while trying to avoid the long legs that were getting closer and closer to his face, his face turned red and he moved unnaturally. He turned his head away, pretending that he was looking for Chu Zihang's location.

But after looking around for a long time, he didn't find that cool and handsome guy with a unique temperament among a bunch of handsome men and beautiful women.

Lu Mingfei felt something was wrong. Where is my senior brother Chu?
"Are you looking for your senior brother?" At this moment, Nuonuo's voice reached his ears slowly.

"Stop looking. Your senior brother hasn't arrived yet. Why, didn't you go out together?"

Lu Mingfei couldn't help but look stunned after hearing this.

what's the situation? Didn't Long Kui say that Senior Brother Chu had already left the house?

He quickly took out the white Nokia flip phone from his trouser pocket, and just when he was about to dial Chu Zihang's number, the classroom door was pushed open again.

I saw a bald old man who was dressed meticulously and walked in. He held a stack of documents wrapped in yellow oil paper under his arm and walked up to the podium with great momentum.

For a moment, the originally noisy classroom seemed to be soundproofed, and the sound suddenly dropped.

The bald old man first glanced at the students below, paused when he found Lu Mingfei's position, and then placed his eyes on Nono, who was sitting on the other's desk, and gave him a fierce look.

The latter immediately showed an obedient expression on his face. After sticking out his tongue for a while, he immediately jumped down from Lu Mingfei's desk. Then he showed a teasing smile on his face, fluttered his long eyelashes, and said obediently. Returned to his position.

Professor Manstein, her own chief mentor, was untouchable, untouchable...

Professor Manstein put down the document in his hand, then slowly walked up to Lu Mingfei, looked at this ordinary boy up and down, and said slowly:
"Lu Mingfei?"

"It is to!"

When Lu Mingfei heard the old man who looked like a teacher calling out his name, the conditioned reflex he had developed in middle school in China couldn't help but make him stand up straight with a "chun" sound.

"Don't be so nervous. I just came here to see you on behalf of my good friend Professor Guderian." Professor Manstein put one hand behind his back and pressed down with the other hand, indicating that the other party could sit down. No need to stand and talk.

"Professor Guderian?" Lu Mingfei sat down, but the expression on his face was a little confused.

"He is your preparatory tutor. If you can successfully pass the preparatory teaching test, then he will also be your only tutor in your four-year university career." Professor Manstein looked down at his good friend who praised him generously. "Preppy student", there was no trace of fluctuation in the pupils behind the round glasses.

"He has some academic matters to be busy with now, so he entrusted me to come over. First, I would like to apologize to you for not having time to provide you with entrance counseling in person, and then let me take over the duties of a tutor and inform you. Condition."

Professor Manstein pushed up his glasses on the bridge of his nose and said unhurriedly:
"However, I think Professor Toyama Masashi has already helped Professor Guderian perform his duties, so I won't go into details here. I will just help him bring his apology to you." "Oh... …Thank you, it doesn’t matter. Professor Masashi Toyama’s admission guidance is indeed very ‘excellent’.”

Lu Mingfei scratched the back of his head, recalling the "baby dragon" that broke out of the glass jar with its eyes open, and an awkward yet polite smile appeared on his face.

Looking at the very humble Lu Mingfei in front of him, Professor Manstein suddenly showed a very satisfied expression.

Finally, a student who seems to be a good prospect is no longer one of those troubled teenagers who likes to break laws and disciplines.

He waved his hand gently, nodded kindly and said:
"Very good, very good. Don't be arrogant or arrogant. Relax and prepare. The exam is about to start."

After saying that, the old man slowly walked towards the podium with his hands behind his back under Lu Mingfei's confused eyes.

And Nono, who was sitting aside, felt a little horrified inexplicably after catching a glimpse of Professor Manstein's kind face just now.

At least in the one year she followed this old man as a preparatory student all over the world, she never showed this appearance. In her own impression, Nono's tutor always had a straight face towards everyone. A high-pressure image?
Then Nuonuo turned his attention to Lu Mingfei again, showing a suspicious look with his teeth narrowed.

There is a problem, there is definitely a problem...

Lu Mingfei felt uncomfortable looking at Nono next to him, so he could only sit in his seat with his head lowered, closing his eyes and waiting for the exam to come.

After Professor Manstein entered the classroom, the noise in the classroom gradually became quieter. He looked at the group of students sitting in front of the wooden desks below, trying their best to adjust their mentality and tense expressions, and couldn't help but feel satisfied. nodded.

But when his eyes saw the only remaining empty seat, his gray eyebrows couldn't help but wrinkled, and his originally serious face became even more dissatisfied.

Lu Mingfei also looked at the empty seat with some worry. There were three characters "Chu Zihang" written on the nameplate hanging on the side of the desk above.

He couldn't help but glance down at the cell phone he had just opened from his pocket. It showed that the current time was "8:28".

The exam is only two minutes away. Why hasn't Senior Brother Chu come yet?
Lu Mingfei couldn't help but feel anxious. In his impression, Chu Zihang was not a person who would be late.

Time passed minute by minute with the clock on the blackboard. Professor Manstein glanced at his watch. When the second hand swept past 40 and was about to pass the number 12, he disassembled it without saying a word. Yellow oily paper in own hand.

The moment he completely dismantled it and took out the thick pile of test papers, the door to the classroom was suddenly pushed open again.

Everyone's eyes turned towards the door in unison.

Chu Zihang, wearing a dark green school uniform and a cool look, was standing neatly at the door of the classroom.

"You'll be late in ten seconds." Professor Manstein glanced at the watch on his hand, with a hint of seriousness in his tone.

"Sorry, something happened and it was delayed." Chu Zihang bowed slightly toward the podium, with a hint of apology in his tone.

"You should know that today is the 3E exam, right? Can such an important day be delayed by other things?" Manstein frowned slightly. He looked at the stern boy at the door and faintly noticed that something was wrong with him:
"Are you sick? I feel like something is not right with you."

"No, I just dropped by the library to return some books." Chu Zihang slightly adjusted his originally somewhat chaotic breathing, and said with still no color on his face.

"...Our school is more humane. If you are really uncomfortable, I can apply to Norma for you to take the exam the next day, and we will set up a separate exam room for you." Professor Manstein pondered the suggestion. .

"No, thank you." After Chu Zihang flatly refused, he bowed again, then walked directly in from the door and sat down in his seat.

How could he delay his 3E exam?

In Chu Zihang's mind, he kept thinking about the conversation with the tiger-like man he met at the Amber Pavilion, and his hands under the table clenched involuntarily.

"Do you want to become the president of the Lion Heart Club? Then prove your bloodline in this 3E exam!"

"I admit that your strength has been certified by the core of the Lion Heart Society, but you still need to prove your excellent bloodline to everyone."

"The bloodline of all past presidents of the Lionheart Club has never been lower than A level."

Chu Zihang looked at the strong Middle Eastern man in front of him, who was as strong as an ancient tower. He spoke boldly about what he wanted to know most at this time. His originally calm face could not help but become extremely serious. stand up.

He needs strength, he needs it more than anyone in this school.

And that half-broken parchment had proved that deep within the Lion Heart Society there was the power he wanted.

And now the only way to get in touch with that power...is to become the core of this ancient hybrid association!
"Cough cough!"

A clear cough couldn't help but pull Chu Zihang's thoughts back from his memories.

I saw Professor Manstein on the podium picking up the thick pile of pale test papers with two "Top Secret" seals on them.

I saw that the old man did not say a word, but just slightly tore off the gray seal on the test paper. The noise and whispers of discussion that had gradually started to rise automatically calmed down, and in less than a moment, they were completely gone. zero.

This group of freshmen saw Professor Manstein's actions and were all aware of it.

The exam...is about to begin!
(End of this chapter)