Lu Mingfei, why are you slaying dragons if you're not involved!

Chapter 156 Old Tang's Search for "Ming"
"Didn't you already guess this possibility?"

Mai Shude expressed her confusion, "Why is there still this reaction?"

"I did suspect this possibility, but I didn't anticipate why it might happen! Do you understand? The important thing isn't that he became stronger, but what he did in the process of becoming stronger!"

Su Enxi let out a long breath.

"Let me give you an example. Imagine an ordinary person, a sprinter, who has a scientifically balanced diet every day, a world-class medical team monitoring his body data, and a top trainer training him every day without ever slacking off. In a year, he improves his 9-meter sprint time from over ten seconds to 67 seconds. Do you think that's reasonable?"

"Although I haven't paid much attention to this kind of thing... it sounds quite reasonable."

“Okay, now let’s switch to someone else. He doesn’t have any scientific diet plan, he eats whatever he wants, and he even frequents roadside stalls selling braised pork intestines. He also doesn’t train at all… at most he just runs seven or eight kilometers a day!”

Su Enxi pointed to Lu Mingfei, who had already entered the Qingning Basketball Hall, in the surveillance footage.

"But his speed has just doubled, I mean compared to the top speed he showed that night! Roughly estimated, it has reached a speed of 60 meters per second or more, which is faster than most cars, even at their top speed!"

Of course, this speed isn't anything special among hybrids who possess speed-enhancing incantations. But how come it only took him a few days to improve this time?

While the Word of Power: Moment can indeed increase speed, it requires a combination of factors. Bloodline level is the primary limitation, followed by the degree of use, experience in life-or-death battles, and physical and mental condition... Improving it is no less difficult than walking down the street without a single man glancing at you!

Mai Shude suddenly realized: "That is indeed very difficult."

"The progress that others have to go through with great effort and risk becoming Deadpool due to dragon blood loss... his behavior is like doing it while eating hot pot and singing songs."

Su Enxi covered her face again.

"So do you understand my despair now? Although I haven't figured out the principle behind his progress, I'm certain it has absolutely nothing to do with the dragon race, because the dragon race isn't that strong!"

I need to find the answer before he gets too strong to be completely out of our control... That's the problem. At least there's a deadline for making a mission plan, but how can I make a plan at this rate of increase?
Unless different timeframes are set up on a 'day' or even a 'hour' basis... then even if I possessed the power of words and divine intervention, I couldn't manage it!

"or……"

Mai thought hard for a moment, "Let nature take its course?"

"..."

Su Enxi stared at her silently for at least ten seconds, until she felt a chill run down her spine, before speaking in a tone that suggested she had "seen through the illusions of the world."

"Everything's alright here for now, go visit Xiang Yu's tomb."

……

"Senior brother! May I ask what our arrangements are for today?"

Lu Mingfei's expression was serious as he carefully examined the cello that Chu Zihang had brought.

"Musical basketball? Every time the ball is slammed down, it has to be perfectly timed and hit the rim? That sounds pretty novel!"

When Lu Mingfei pushed open the door, Chu Zihang was sitting on the spectator steps next to the basketball court. The setting sun shone through the lattice window, illuminating him and his cello like a natural spotlight.

In the past, Lu Mingfei would have secretly figured out how to take a picture of this scene and auction it off on the Shilan Middle School's campus forum.

Now, he was thinking about how to secretly take pictures and sell them to his senior sister Susie... Of course, in the end, he didn't put it into action.

Chu Zihang actually considered it for a while before answering, "It sounds feasible. Do you want to try it?"

"...Or should I just pretend I didn't say anything?"

Lu Mingfei belatedly realized that the cello obviously couldn't play on its own... so if Chu Zihang played it, he would be the only one to experience this ridiculous "musical basketball".

"Let's get back to our first topic!"

"The piece has been revised. I was worried that I might be a bit rusty since I haven't practiced it for a long time, so I brought my instrument with me."

Chu Zihang answered Lu Mingfei's request. He lowered his head, tried a few notes with his bow, and then raised his head again, "By the way, let me let you hear how the arrangement is. You can just practice basketball as usual, I'll practice on the side."

"Although I really want to say I believe in my senior's abilities..."

Lu Mingfei nodded repeatedly, "But the scenario you described is simply irresistible!" Like he always says, when a man's "Hey, I have an idea" pops into his head, his motivation is always at its peak. Lu Mingfei had only said "Never mind" before, but when it came to actually doing it, he was quite interested.

There are only so many basketball skills, and practicing alone without the physical contact of one-on-one games isn't as fun. But if you add "music"... wouldn't that make it more interesting?
So the two of them got into position.

Without much discussion, as Chu Zihang grasped the bow, the basketball in Lu Mingfei's hand was about to fall.

The moment the first note was born from Chu Zihang's bow, almost at the same instant, Lu Mingfei moved.

Without the slightest hesitation, the orange basketball slammed powerfully onto the floor from his fingertips. The "thump" of the basketball landed precisely on the beat of the first note.

And so, this impromptu musical basketball game began.

Lu Mingfei moved nimbly and gracefully in the sunlit areas between the courts, a far cry from his former self.

Chu Zihang sat on the tiered stands by the field, his back straight as a ruler, his eyes slightly lowered, the bow moving steadily and rapidly across the strings, the opening piece bringing a chilling coldness like winter.

The basketball seemed to have become a metronome. Although it was the first time the two had played together, their movements were seamless. Every time the basketball hit the ground, it was perfectly integrated into the flowing piano music, becoming the only clear rhythm in the deep melody.

As the piano music lengthened and became melodious, Lu Mingfei's dribbling also slowed down, with the ball drawing a longer arc between his palm and the ground; when the melody shifted to a few short and powerful bass notes, his dribbling immediately became shorter, and the sound of the ball hitting the ground was dense and crisp, like raindrops tapping on a window.

In this harmonious process, the music gradually progressed and came to an end.

Lu Mingfei took his final leap. The movement was clean and crisp; the basketball left his hand, tracing a perfect arc.

"Shh!"

The sound of the basketball swishing through the net was clear, short, and clean, like a punctuation mark, precisely bringing the performance to a close.

……

Hey buddy, can I ask you for directions? Do you know where this place is?

A passerby was stopped.

He glanced at the man who was asking the question—a cheerful face and a pair of distinctive drooping eyebrows; he didn't look like a bad person.

"Where?" He glanced at the note. "Oh, here, that affordable housing complex. You can get there this way..."

Thanks, bro!

After getting the answer, the man who asked the question immediately laughed heartily, and casually took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, pulled out two cigarettes, one of which was slightly more exposed than the other, and handed them over.

"it's okay no problem."

The passerby waved, took a cigarette, and left, dispelling any remaining suspicion. The community has been issuing warnings about suspicious individuals lately, but someone so knowledgeable is clearly safe; perhaps he's just visiting a friend?
"call……"

Old Tang breathed a slight sigh of relief.

As a "veteran hunter," he may not be an expert in professional skills, but he does have some experience in disguise and infiltration.

After all, his usual work location is overseas... If he doesn't disguise himself well, he will be spotted as a suspect, and then it will be inconvenient for him to do anything.

"Fortunately, although the controls are very strict, my Chinese is good, and I'm good-looking!"

Old Tang touched his face; his cheerful expression actually proved quite helpful in this process. After all, some people just look harmless, while others get stopped and have their ID checked even when walking down the street...the kind who get checked four or five times in one street.

Of course, the most important reason is that Lao Tang has a strange familiarity with China. As soon as the plane landed, he felt like he was back home and blended in very naturally.

"Finally, I got directions."

Old Tang continued walking forward.

"Mingming, I've come to find you!"

(End of this chapter)