Dragon Raja: Back from Tiling, My Mother Lu Mingfei

night.

Professor Guderian's office.

Huai Xu changed into normal clothes and sat on the sofa.

Lu Mingfei, sitting next to him, was in a much worse state.

He slumped on the sofa, staring at the ceiling, looking completely lost.

"Are you alright?" Professor Guderian asked, sitting in the armchair opposite him, looking at him with concern.

"It's alright." Lu Mingfei's voice was a little unsteady. "It's just that... I feel like I used up all the scares I could ever have in a lifetime today."

"I understand, I understand."

Guderian smiled like a kind old man, "It can be quite a shock to participate in a day of freedom for the first time, but you'll get used to it."

"next time?!"

"It's only once a year, just treat it like the school sports meet."

"Your school sports meet is using real guns?!"

"We have to respect the national conditions. In the United States, you'd be embarrassed to call yourself a true American if you didn't have a couple of guns with you."

Guderian picked up his teacup, took a sip, and his eyes swept back and forth across the two men's faces, growing more and more satisfied and excited with each look.

He has already watched today's recording.

Although Norma has deleted and sealed the section where Huai Xu uses the power of words, Guderian, as his temporary mentor, has the authority to view the original.

[Time Zero].

Throughout the entire history of hybrid races, only a handful of hybrids possess this power of words.

And each one of them is S-class.

This power of words is itself a strategic-level existence.

A hybrid who can manipulate time can exert a level of influence far exceeding the bloodline level, whether in combat or on missions.

What's more, the holder of this power of words is so young.

Guderian put down his teacup and re-examined the seemingly harmless boy on the sofa.

His eyes grew increasingly kind.

Lu Mingfei didn't really make a move, only firing a few shots at the very last moment.

But those few shots were enough to illustrate the point.

A distance of more than 300 meters.

Not aiming.

pistol.

One shot to the head.

What does this tell us?

Guderian didn't know how he did it.

But he knew that someone capable of such a thing was no ordinary person.

In addition, there was what Huai Xu said in the square today: "To deal with you, there's no need for that lord to take action."

Oh my God, this is so cool!

Guderian became more and more excited as he thought about it, and his fingers even trembled slightly.

Two S-class ratings.

He has two S-class units.

Throughout the entire history of Kassel College, no professor has ever supervised two S-level students at the same time.

What kind of incredible luck is this?

Guderian took a deep breath, trying to appear less excited.

"Lu Mingfei, you did a great job today."

Lu Mingfei snapped out of his reverie. "Huh?"

"A man who possesses thunder in his heart yet remains calm on the surface is worthy of being a general. That's exactly how you are today."

Guderian looked on with admiration. "To remain calm in such a chaotic situation and to act only at the last moment, and to turn the tide with that one move. Such mental fortitude is not something an ordinary person can possess."

Lu Mingfei wanted to say that he was actually too scared to move.

But remembering what Huai Xu had told him—that no matter what happens, you have to keep pretending until the end, and if others can't see through you, you've won—he swallowed back the words he was about to say and nodded expressionlessly.

Guderian was even more satisfied.

He then looked at Huai Xu, cleared his throat, and said, "Huai Xu, I also saw your performance in the square. You fought two against one, cleanly and efficiently, and you had a lot of ideas."

"Thank you, Professor."

Do you have a preferred advisor?

Huai Xu thought for a moment, "Why don't you start by telling me about yourself?"

Guderian's eyes lit up, and he began his pitch.

"I have been engaged in hybrid research for more than 30 years, and I have made some achievements in the fields of dragon history, bloodline theory, and word spirit taxonomy. I don't have many students, but I have a very good relationship with each of them and they have grown very quickly."

"I won't treat students like tools for carrying out tasks, like some professors do. I will develop personalized training plans based on each individual's characteristics."

He paused, then added pointedly, "Some professors just know how to assign tasks to students, telling them what to do here today and what to do there tomorrow. Students are here to learn, not to work, right?"

As Huai Xu listened, he always felt that Guderian was talking about someone.

Guderian pressed his advantage: "Moreover, my research areas are very broad; you can learn whatever you want. History, languages, the power of words, tactics... whatever you want to learn, I can teach you."

"Well..." Huai Xu was about to say something when Guderian interrupted.

"Of course, I won't be as rigid as Professor Manstein. Rules are rules, but people are flexible. Some things don't need to be taken too seriously."

Huai Xu glanced at him. "You have a grudge against Professor Manstein?"

"No, no," Guderian waved his hands repeatedly, "it's just a difference in academic viewpoints."

"oh."

Guderian became more and more animated as he spoke, from his own academic achievements to his students' employment prospects, from the college's laboratory resources to his private collection of dragon literature, talking with great enthusiasm and animated expression.

Lu Mingfei listened in stunned silence.

Huai Xu listened quietly, nodding occasionally.

When Guderian finally finished speaking and picked up his teacup to moisten his throat, Huai Xu began to speak.

"By the way, Professor."

"Um?"

How will our dormitories be arranged?

Guderian paused for a moment.

He just said so much, but this person didn't listen to a single word?

But Guderian was indeed thick-skinned and didn't pay any attention, continuing directly along with Huai Xu's train of thought.

"The college offers a variety of dormitory options. There are single apartments, standard rooms shared with others, and more..."

Are there any high-end apartments specifically for international students?

Guderian wiped the sweat from his brow. "Uh... Huai Xu, the dormitory standards here are all the same; there are no luxury apartments specifically for international students. If you have any ideas about the decorating style, you can apply, and the college will help you renovate, covering all costs..."

Huai Xu nodded and remained silent for two seconds.

"Are there any pretty female study partners?"

Guderian: "..."

"Wh...what?"

"Study buddy".

Huai Xu said earnestly, "It's like, living together, going to class together, eating together, studying together, and so on..."

"Huai Xu," Guderian said, sweating even more, "we don't have this kind of system here."

"No?"

"no."

"Can that be made possible by special permission?"

"Can't."

"Can I find it myself?"

"..."

"By the way, Professor."

"Um?"

"Actually, I'm an international student from Africa."

Guderian: "..."

Lu Mingfei: "..."

"What...what did you just say?"

"I'm an African student," Huai Xu said without changing his expression, "so I should get special treatment, right? Look at my skin color, although it's not that dark, my ancestors were indeed from Africa. The specific country... uh... Zimbabwe? No, Zambia? No... anyway, it's from that area."

Guderian was momentarily speechless.

Just then, a voice came from the doorway.

"Even Indian students won't be allowed, Huai Xu."