Lu Mingfei, become the king of gambling in dungeons!

The sound of bamboo swords clashing filled the air at the Municipal Children's Palace. Today was a trial sparring class for new students. The students present had only paid a 7-day pre-registration fee to test the waters and would decide whether to enroll based on their experience. Once officially enrolled, they would have to pay a year's tuition.

"Your swordsmanship talent is far superior to mine, only your speed is slightly inferior. Come to the kendo dojo, and you will surpass me in less than two years if you train seriously."

"Your swordsmanship talent is almost superior to mine, but you're a bit too impatient. Come to the kendo dojo, and with a year and a half of serious training, you'll surpass me."

"Your swordsmanship talent is definitely above mine, but you lack practical experience. Come to the kendo dojo, and you'll surpass me if you train seriously for a year or two."

Wearing a black and white kendo uniform, Lu Mingfei held his breath and remained motionless, with wrist guards and knee pads on his body. He was sweating profusely as if facing a formidable enemy. He held the bamboo sword that was given away as a free gift in the children's palace kendo class and faced a serious-looking child of about seven or eight years old.

After a series of intense walking circles, Lu Mingfei, with his long black hair, narrowly avoided the child's bamboo sword by stepping out with his right leg. After seven or eight collisions, he finally won.

He grabbed a box of tissues from the side to wipe his sweat, and then, with a serious expression, wiped the sweat off the child as well, patting the child's head to encourage him:

"Your swordsmanship talent is even higher than mine, it's just that your precision is a bit lacking and you don't grasp the timing of your uppercut well. You're really amazing... I've only been training for a year and a half. If you train seriously with the coach for a year, you'll completely surpass me. As for tuition, let your parents find Coach Chen and Coach Xu outside."

In fact, most of the children who come to the Children's Palace don't stay long; their enthusiasm for new things fades quickly. Lu Mingfei, on the other hand, only works as a temporary worker for seven days, responsible for attracting people and not caring about the aftermath.

While it's a bit embarrassing to lie to a child, the coaches at this youth center are quite skilled; they teach basic skills very well... Chu Zihang's youth center swordsmanship was taught by them.

The children returned excitedly to their classmates. After whispering among themselves, the children huddled together and made a pact about their youth and dreams in kendo, before each going outside to find their parents.

"How did Assistant Teacher Xiaolu manage to play with every child to a standstill and still make every child admire him?"

The coach who was speaking was secretly envious.

"It's all about looks and emotional value. The impact of a kendo uniform varies depending on the person wearing it. Which kid wouldn't be easily distracted by someone playing with them? Between a handsome older brother with superb swordsmanship and a handsome, skilled older man with superb swordsmanship, which do you think a kid would want to be?"

"Wait a minute before you say that. How can you have the nerve to call yourself a handsome older man in front of Xiao Lu?"

The two coaches outside looked on with satisfaction as the students came out, eager to spar with their assistant coaches. But when a student's gaze swept over them, they switched to the gentle, upright, and extraordinary demeanor of experts.

It's the assistant teachers' job to go offstage and play the good cop, while they're the masters on stage. Masters can't easily go offstage and mingle with the kids. If they win in one move, it might provoke a rebellious attitude, and if the kids say you're not good enough after two moves, that would be too undignified.

They mainly have to deal with the parents, while Lu Ming has to deal with the students. The division of labor needs to be clear, and the assistant coaches have to do the work that the coaches can't do.

The number of people who signed up today is more than half more than yesterday.

"Xiao Lu, the teaching assistant, is truly a gem who should be dedicated to education in the future. We've struck gold! Zi Hang has such keen insight; he truly is the best child I've ever taught." After another parent officially paid the registration fee and left, the coaches at the Children's Palace exchanged glances and whispered among themselves, their faces beaming with joy, like two foxes who had successfully stolen an egg.

"Are you... Russian?"

When Lu Mingfei saw that the next challenger was a foreign white-haired girl, he blinked. Oh no, he didn't speak Russian.

Why are there foreign friends here?

She doesn't look like a child at all; her height is significantly taller than that of an elementary school student, roughly at the level of a junior high school girl.

Judging from the coldness of her facial expression, you could easily believe she's thirty years old at heart.

After a closer look, he realized that the girl's hair was actually a light gold color, her skin was so white it was almost cold, and a golden butterfly was attached to the end of her braid.

A delicate white porcelain girl... This was Lu Mingfei's first impression. If the girl didn't move, he would believe it was a royal ice sculpture imported from Russia.

"zero."

The blonde girl, also dressed in a black and white kendo uniform, assumed a standard starting salute, her eyes looking straight ahead at the lower part of Lu Mingfei's face.

"I came here specifically to learn kendo because I admire the tradition at the Children's Palace. I'm going to university in the United States, so I need to learn self-defense in advance."

Lu Mingfei was stunned. He had heard of foreigners coming to China to learn "Wing Chun" and "Shaolin leg techniques," but this was the first time he had heard of foreigners coming to the Children's Palace specifically to learn swordsmanship.

And what kind of logic is "I came to China to learn kendo at the Children's Palace because I'm going to America"? There are plenty of gunfights in America, why would you use a sword to fight them?

Lu Mingfei imagined the scene of the girl in front of him calmly cutting bullets with a bamboo sword, and it seemed... surprisingly reasonable.

"Huh? But the recent class is a junior swordsmanship class, it's a basic course, and you're older than... May I ask how old you are?"

The Russian girl stared at him intently for a while, making Lu Mingfei feel a little uneasy, before she finally answered, "Probably similar to you."

"I've already paid for the seven-day sword trial." She slowly approached, sword in hand.

"Okay, but I'm not very good at teaching. Why don't you wait for the coach to come?" Lu Mingfei had no more doubts now. He was just an assistant coach and didn't need to worry too much.

"No need, I'll practice with you." With that, Zero cut out diagonally from left to right, quite unexpectedly.

The force and speed of a normal adult, but the cut was made in a very tricky spot... Lu Mingfei raised his hand to block it.

Is he a master swordsman among ordinary people?

"See you tomorrow." After making that cut, Zero turned and left, as if she had only come today to do this to Lu Mingfei.

"Wait a minute."

Lu Mingfei quickly called out to her.

"Your swordsmanship talent is superior to mine, but your mentality and strength are somewhat lacking. Come to the kendo dojo, and with a year of serious training, you can surpass me."

Ling paused for a moment, then nodded: "Okay, I'll go pay."

What a concise yet surprisingly smooth exchange! Lu Mingfei scratched his head.

How come all the foreigners he encounters speak Mandarin so well, whether in his dreams or in reality, and they all pass the Mandarin proficiency test?

The eleventh floor of the abandoned Huanyu Building next door.

"She went straight for A! Sanwu went straight for A! Awesome, Sanwu! She really took this mission seriously." Chip Girl lay on the golden walnut sofa by the window.

"Just caring? But Sanwu's methods are still a bit too immature. If it were me, Lu Mingfei would already be lying on my lap, completely dazed. It's a pity that someone acted too quickly when the boss sent the message, causing me to be too slow. How did she manage to act so quickly?" The voluptuous ninja next to her shamelessly snatched the binoculars.

"You're such a flashy type, you should just give up."

"Lu Mingfei seems to only like the artsy, girly type."

"The three-nothing is approaching... The three-nothing is retreating."

"Very good. She clearly understands the art of leaving room for interpretation on our first meeting. Her control of distance is perfect. This must be part of the plan." Chip Girl cheered softly.

"Where is she? She only said a few words and then left. Lu Mingfei probably doesn't even remember her. I told you it was my turn." Jiu De Mai sighed and rubbed her forehead.