Dragon Raja: Lu Mingfei Returns from Sekiro

Fortunately, he has a strong mentality. If it were an average college entrance exam candidate who found that he had forgotten all the knowledge in the month before the exam and could not even understand the questions, he would probably wet his pants and cry in the street.

"If all else fails, just join the army."

He had heard that the military subsidies were quite good, but he had never considered this path. Although his academic performance was poor, his physical education performance was also terrible.

He picked up the letter and started reading; thankfully, he still remembered the Chinese.

His English level has long since regressed to that of an elementary school student. If it's in pure English, he can only open Baidu Translate online and type out the words on the paper one sentence at a time.

This is too much trouble. Since it's going to be a rejection anyway, I don't even need to look to know.

Dear Applicant:

Thank you for your interest in the University of Chicago, but unfortunately...

See, I knew it.

He didn't even look down. If he wasn't accepted, he wasn't accepted. Who cares? Humph.

"Wait, there's also your package." The security guard tossed another slip of paper over. "Sign for it."

"My package? Where did it come from?"

"It was sent along with the letter."

Lu Mingfei signed the document in a daze and received a large FedEx envelope containing a hard object. He opened the envelope and poured out... a cell phone.

The N96 phone was pure black, with more than half of its battery still inside. The only contact in the business card was "Professor Guderian".

Got it, it must have been sent to the wrong address.

He called directly.

Dudu lulu lulu lulu~

The call was connected.

"Hello, this is Guderian from Kassel College."

Clear and articulate Chinese came through the phone.

Kassel? Isn't it Chicago?

Why are you speaking in Chinese? Isn't this person a foreigner?

It must have been sent to the wrong address.

"Hello, I am Lu Mingfei."

"What!" Professor Guderian's tone became extremely excited: "Lu Mingfei! Do you have any questions? The interview is next Wednesday at the Regent Hotel's executive floor, starting at nine in the morning. Of course, if you don't have enough time, we can also hold a private interview for you when you are free."

He sounded a little nervous, as if Lu Mingfei was the professor and he was the bad student facing failing grades who had to ask the professor to make an exception.

"Kassel College will welcome every new student with the highest standards. You can make any requests you have directly, and we will try our best to meet them."

Even before enrolling, he assumed Lu Mingfei was a freshman.

Lu Mingfei thought he was very strange. Maybe all researchers have some kind of problem with their brains, like those pharmacists who studied turning into scum. They were all crazy.

“No, Professor Guderian, it seems your phone was sent to the wrong address. I applied to the University of Chicago, not your Kassel College.” Lu Mingfei patiently explained, “I don’t know your address, I’ll mail the phone back to you later.”

"Impossible! It couldn't have been sent to the wrong address!"

Guderian shouted, and Lu Mingfei heard him take deep breaths.

"—Lu Mingfei, have you read that letter?"

"I read it. It's just a rejection letter, isn't it?"

"Please read this carefully. We will be holding an interview at the Regent Hotel at 9:00 AM on Wednesday. You absolutely must come! Do not be absent!"

Lu Mingfei heard hurried footsteps, and then the phone was hung up.

What a strange person. What else was written in the letter?

Lu Mingfei shook his head, put his phone in his pocket, picked up the milk, stuffed the letter into the plastic bag containing "Novel Illustrations," and went upstairs.

His movements were clean and efficient; he carried a whole carton of milk up the stairs with one hand without even breaking a sweat.

That night, his aunt, unusually, put a piece of pork belly with alternating layers of fat and lean meat on Lu Mingfei's plate.

"Mingfei, eat more." Her voice was unusually gentle. "The college entrance exam is coming soon, don't put too much pressure on yourself."

She had discussed this matter with Lu Mingze's father that afternoon. They had secretly observed Lu Mingfei for a long time and felt that he seemed awkward everywhere.

The two decided to treat Lu Mingfei well before he went to university, in order to prevent him from going crazy.

"Yes, Mingfei, don't overwork yourself." His uncle also put some food on his plate. "If you can't get into a top-tier university, a second-tier one is not bad either."

Lu Mingfei stared blankly at the bowl full of food, goosebumps rising all over his body.

"Uncle and Aunt, please don't do this."

"By the way, I received a reply at the mailroom this afternoon. They said I can go for an interview."

He hurriedly found the envelope.

Since Professor Guderian, whom he had never met, had emphasized that he should read the letter carefully, he did so.

There wasn't much written on it, just that a college called Kassel had accepted his application and asked him to come for an interview.

But that's a foreign university; the interviews will definitely be conducted entirely in English. How could he possibly pass?

His uncle and aunt didn't ask him, so after reading it, he put the matter out of his mind.

Now, this letter has finally come in handy.

this...

The uncle and aunt looked at each other in dismay. The black N96 on the table seemed like a brick that had fallen heavily on their heads.

The aunt wanted to yell, but seeing Lu Mingfei's smiling face, she swallowed her words.

"Mingfei, your aunt will discuss this with your uncle later. You go and play first." Her lips twitched slightly.

She took the things back to her room and discussed them quietly with her uncle.

"This is definitely a scam! And it's done by someone we know in the neighborhood!"

"But what swindler would spend thousands of dollars to buy an N96?" The uncle kept pressing his handprints onto the pure black N96.

"Just make a call, you'll find out."

Dudu lulu lulu lulu~

"Lu Mingfei! Have you thought this through?!" came an excited voice.

"Um, we are Lu Mingfei's aunt and uncle."

"Oh..." The person on the other end of the phone was clearly disappointed, but he quickly adjusted his tone, finally sounding like a university professor rather than a madman.

He used very professional language to tell his uncle and aunt about the history of Kassel's founding and his experience studying at Harvard University, leaving them completely bewildered.

The two readily agreed, saying they would definitely take Lu Mingfei to the interview.

At the same time, Lu Mingfei ran to an internet cafe.

He decided to settle things with Lu Mingze today.

"Sunset? You're up here?"

Every time Lu Mingze typed out a simple greeting on the screen, Lu Mingfei felt a strong sense of anticipation.

"Hmm, Snake game, I need to quit the internet."

"what......"

The ellipsis stretched out for a long time, and Lu Mingfei suddenly laughed, a very happy laugh.

Who is Jiulang in Chapter Five?

"I'm going to study abroad, so I won't be able to chat with you anymore."

After typing this string of characters, Lu Mingfei deleted "The Mark of Sunset".

Let's leave something for my cousin to remember. After all, distance makes the heart grow fonder, and he can certainly mold the "sunset" into his favorite shape in his imagination.

Switching to another QQ account, the girl in the baseball cap's profile picture was still gray, and she hadn't replied to Lu Mingfei's message.

If you look at the timeline, these are all messages from two years ago.

He had forgotten what he said. When he opened the chat history, he realized that he had asked Chen Wenwen if she would attend tomorrow's literary society activity.

Chen Wenwen doesn't wear baseball caps. She likes to wear white cotton dresses, and her long, soft hair always hangs down, making her very pretty.

Strangely, Lu Mingfei couldn't remember Chen Wenwen's face anymore; he only remembered that the girl in the white dress was very pretty.

He tried hard to recall, and a slender figure gradually emerged: white lace-trimmed socks, square-toed leather shoes, a youthful, slightly undulating chest, a fair neck and collarbone—everything was so beautiful and captivating.

But above the shoulders, all he saw was a face without features with three large black Song typeface characters that read "Chen Wenwen".

He really couldn't remember what Chen Wenwen looked like.

After hesitating for a moment, he still typed in the chat window: "I won't be participating in the literary society activity tomorrow."

After thinking about it again, he changed the period to a comma and added "I'm sorry".

He collapsed onto the sofa in the internet cafe as if a great weight had been lifted from his shoulders.

It wasn't that he still harbored any feelings for Chen Wenwen; it was just that he suddenly realized—

At eighteen, he was already so far away.

He felt a strange sense of loneliness, and faintly, he heard the sound of bells in the distance.

The sound of the bell echoed, like the large bronze bell at Senpou Temple.

He thought of the cold, damp sewers, of Ashina Castle filled with the sounds of gunfire and explosions, of Senpou Temple, a place forbidden to the uninitiated...

He was startled and looked at his perfectly intact left hand.

Why was there such a monotonous chime? Lu Mingfei realized something was wrong, and his eyes immediately became deep.

He was at an internet cafe, and even though he hadn't been there in a long time, he remembered that there weren't any large clocks nearby.

And where did all those sounds go, which should have been the cacophony of keyboard clicks and shouts?