Dragon Raja: Lu Mingfei Returns from Sekiro

Fingel eagerly took the card, dialed the number, and read out Lu Mingfei's student ID number, saying:

"Please send two truffle breads, two pan-fried foie gras with lemon juice, a bottle of champagne to dormitory 303 in Zone 1... Yes, an ice bucket and lemon peel, a roast goose, and two German-style braised pork knuckles. We're a bit hungry, so two herring rolls with cheese."

Twenty minutes later, a waiter in white knocked on the dormitory door, and the fine meal Fingel had ordered was served in sterling silver tableware on the food cart.

The waiters brought their own table and tablecloth, set it up in the center of the dormitory for Lu Mingfei and Finger, and after setting out the cutlery, they solemnly placed an ice bucket with a champagne bottle in the center, placed two frozen glasses with condensation in front of them, lit a candle on a silver candlestick, and then withdrew.

This is what professionalism is all about!

Lu Mingfei didn't care how much money he had spent, and he and Finger rushed over and devoured the exquisite dishes made with high-end ingredients in a whirlwind.

He tore off the fatty meat from the pig's trotter while drinking chilled champagne.

"Speaking of which, what happens to students who fail the 3E exam? Do they really have to drop out?"

"Yes, the students who didn't pass meant they inherited useless trash bloodlines. They are not much different from ordinary people, and even their Blood Sorrow is extremely weak. Such people are more suited to living ordinary lives in their hometowns, but only after their memories have been erased."

"What is the sorrow of blood?"

"When the proportion of dragon blood reaches a certain level, one is no longer considered a true human. Bloodline will give you superhuman abilities, but it will also give you a huge sense of alienation. Just as Stand users are attracted to each other, hybrid descendants are also attracted to each other. 'The Sorrow of Blood' will make dragon descendants very lonely and out of place with ordinary people."

Fingel tore off a roasted goose leg and took a big bite:

"You must have felt this way, right? You feel especially lonely when you're with ordinary people, but after coming to the academy, don't you feel much better?"

“That seems to be the case…” Lu Mingfei pondered, “But I get along very well with Lao Tang too.”

"Maybe he's mixed race too, or maybe idiots always share the same stench."

Fingel raised his glass, clinking it against Lu Mingfei's. The crisp sound of the glass clashing was pleasant. In the winter, the pale yellow liquor rippled in the glass, creating gentle waves.

"Come on, drink! Next time, let's invite that guy too!"

"Drink!" Lu Mingfei and Fingel drank it all in one gulp. Moonlight shone through the window onto their faces, casting a silvery glow.

Chapter Sixty-Nine: A room full of strong men, all behaving like women.

Late at night, Kassel College, Norton Building.

All student council members attended the meeting. The current student council president, César Gattuso, sat on the sofa in front of the fireplace with his black hunting knife, "Dictator," on his lap.

Normally only student council members attend the meeting, but today, everyone is there.

They sat around Caesar on small plastic stools, the chandeliers were off, and only the blue fluorescent light projected on the wall illuminated everyone's pale faces.

"What's Daddy's dad called? Daddy's dad is called Grandpa!"

The music was playing on the projector on the wall, and all the members of the student council held their breath.

Some people's faces were contorted with rage, and on the projection was a scene of Caesar and the masked man clashing swords.

In the vast Norton Hall, not a single person dared to speak.

Caesar picked up the remote control, turned off the video and projector, and turned the white chandelier back on.

His face had sharp, defined features like a Greek statue, exuding a coldness like marble.

"This is the first time we've lost the Norton Hall in three years. I've already handed the check to the finance committee and rented the Amber Hall next to the Norton Hall. Tonight at midnight, this place will belong to that S-class freshman named Lu Mingfei. This is the privilege of the winner of the day of freedom."

“In other words, this will be our last meeting here.” Caesar stood up.

The other members of the student council lowered their heads, still not daring to utter a sound.

They lost completely. After Chu Zihang woke up, Su Xi showed him the video immediately. The Lionheart Society had admitted their defeat. Chu Zihang also handed over his Murasame and posted it on the forum, waiting for Lu Mingfei to contact him.

“A whole room full of grown men, all behaving like women!” Caesar slammed the standing “Dictator” onto the floor.

After taking Lu Mingfei to the principal's office, he went back and carefully studied ancient Chinese military strategies and TV dramas, learning many classic sentences.

"A true hero should have lofty ambitions and brilliant strategies. He should be able to see the wonders of the universe and grasp the vastness of heaven and earth. Among all the heroes in the world, only Chu Zihang and Lu Mingfei are unmoved by wealth, unyielding to rank and emolument, and unwavering in their actions even in the face of death."

"What can even Heaven do against someone like that, let alone Caesar!"

"All of you here are elites selected by me, Caesar. How do you think you are compared to Lu Mingfei?" Caesar's gaze swept coldly over everyone who had their heads down, except for Nono, who was standing by the fireplace and couldn't help but laugh.

The two watched "Romance of the Three Kingdoms" for a while in the afternoon, and sure enough, Caesar used it that evening.

She wasn't worried about her boyfriend being defeated; Caesar had always been strong, and he never admitted defeat.

However, judging from Caesar's tone and actions, he was indeed quite provoked this time.

"The ability assessment exam is the day after tomorrow. How many of you think Lu Mingfei can maintain his S-level assessment?" Caesar asked.

The student council members looked up, exchanged glances, and then raised their hands.

Anyone who has seen that video will have no doubt about his S-level skill. They've been sitting here with their boss watching for quite a while now. Although they always feel a bit uncomfortable when they get to that part, Lu Mingfei's combat prowess is undeniably strong.

“Very good.” Caesar nodded in satisfaction. “We should acknowledge the strength of the strong. Since he is strong, I will try to win him over. If I can’t, I will become stronger than him and then defeat him!”

"The world, after a long period of unity, will inevitably divide; after a long period of division, it will inevitably unite. I believe that Zhilu Mingfei is not someone who is willing to remain subordinate to others for long. The day when the three powers stand in balance on this campus is not long. Everyone, raise your heads, face your failures, and then use your fists to knock it down!"

As he spoke, Caesar sat back down on the sofa, turned off the chandelier, and projected the image onto the wall once more.

"What's Daddy's dad called? Daddy's dad is called Grandpa!"

Songs from China filled the rooms of the Norton House until midnight.

...

Chu Zihang had a dream, a very happy dream.

In his dream, he was still just a kindergarten child, and the broken kite string was reconnected.

The man was heating milk in a gas stove and an iron pot in the small rented room, while the woman held him in her arms and taught him to pronounce each word.

He rode on the man's shoulders and secretly bought chocolates at the small supermarket. After he finished eating, the man took out a crumpled five-yuan bill from his wallet, exchanged it for coins at the cashier, and finally placed him on the electric rocking chair, swaying to the rhythm of the music.

However, when he woke up, he found himself lying on a hospital bed, his neck aching and stiff when he turned it.

It was already late at night, and Susie was sent home by the nurse to rest.

Chu Zihang was playing a video on his phone.

"What's Daddy's dad's name?"

A rare smile appeared on his lips, not only because of the funny background music, but also because of Caesar's roar in the video, and the fact that he himself was knocked unconscious by the modified baseball bat. All of this made the video seem devoid of any sense of dread, but rather like a skit performed by three people, and he was one of the actors in the skit.

"Lu Mingfei?" Chu Zihang turned off the video and looked out the window.

He remembered the name because he and Lu Mingfei graduated from the same high school. He was the senior, graduating a year earlier than Lu Mingfei. Logically, the junior should know his name. So, did Lu Mingfei deliberately go to such lengths?

He was indeed quite hated by the boys at school. Shilan High School had a "List of Those Who Deserve to Be Killed," and he was at the top of the list.

For those who graduated from Shilan Middle School three years ago and three years later, "Chu Zihang" has always been a distant silhouette.

You've heard his name and seen him, but you don't remember what he looks like because you rarely have the chance to get close to him.

At the graduation ceremony, he was the student representative who spoke on behalf of all the students. He was wearing a navy blue school uniform, looking down at his speech, his bangs covering his face.

On the basketball court, he was a dominant center, a penetrator who would dunk. As he landed, Chu Zihang had already turned around and retreated to the vicinity of the center line.

During the Spring Festival Gala, Chu Zihang performed a cello solo. On an empty stage, he carried his cello case onto the stage and sat alone in the center to finish playing "Schindler's List".

It wasn't until he put his violin away, and the teachers and students, lost in thought and immersed in the mournful music, realized that his show was over.

The entire audience stood up and applauded, with some shouting for one more. Chu Zihang bowed and left the stage, leaving behind a tall, slender silhouette.

Everyone idolizes him, and every day young girls stop and stare at his back for a long time.

He remembered one time it was raining heavily and he didn't have an umbrella. Lu Mingfei and his female classmate, whose name was something like Liu, were standing at the entrance of the teaching building.

Liu's driver came to pick her up. Lu Mingfei kept asking Liu to give him a ride home, but Liu said that her home was far from Lu Mingfei's and that it would be a long detour to take him home. Instead, she went to Chu Zihang's place and invited him to get in the car.

Chu Zihang overheard where Liu lived, but his place and Liu's home were on opposite sides of the city, even further away than Lu Mingfei's home.

He declined Liu's offer, but as he watched the short-haired boy with his schoolbag on his head running into the downpour, a feeling stirred within him.

Perhaps it was on that day that Lu Mingfei, the junior, harbored resentment and wanted to strike him hard on the head.

He really wanted to catch up with his junior, Lu Mingfei, but unfortunately, the other person didn't seem to like him.

Chu Zihang shook his head and closed his eyes. Even if it was a dream, he wanted to go back to that room and run around for a while. Maybe he could consider letting his junior brother hit him with a stick again.

Chapter Seventy: The Genius Sleeps Lying Down

Lu Mingfei hid in the dormitory for a day. He didn't dare to go out and had Fingel order takeout for him.

He finally understood how tiring it was to be a celebrity. Those female seniors were like fanatics. Whenever he showed up at the dormitory, he would feel a dozen wolf-like eyes staring at him, ready to devour him alive.

It seems that these female students not only inherited the bloodline of dragons, but also their instincts.

As the saying goes, dragons are born with silver nature. Anyone else would probably have gone straight for it, but Lu Mingfei always felt something was off. Was his more than ten years of single life just going to end so hastily?

The older women would look at his marriage proposal on the website, then send Finger some information, and the two of them would go out to eat and watch movies, then hold hands and go into the bridal chamber to meet each other's parents, thus settling their lifelong commitment.

Isn't this progress too fast?

Although he also wanted a girlfriend, this was like playing around, and as a young boy who hadn't even had his first kiss yet, he couldn't accept it.

Perhaps he was too pretentious, but he just felt awkward everywhere. He wasn't the most affectionate person in Jiangnan who could disguise all his weariness.

As evening approached, Lao Tang explained that he had work the next day and couldn't go online. He also had an exam the next day, so he quickly ended the game that night.

"Hey, senior, do you have any textbooks?" Lu Mingfei asked.

"Of course, it's in my cabinet. Take whatever you want to see." Fingel lay on the bed, engrossed in something, his fingers constantly tapping on the keyboard, as if he were communicating with someone.

Lu Mingfei ignored him and went to the storage cabinet to take out old books. He was thinking that classes would start next week, so he should preview the material to see how difficult it was. He didn't want to go home for the New Year with a bunch of red report cards, and then have to retake the exam the following year. If he failed, he would have to pay the retake fee and have to do it all over again. That would be too torturous.

Lu Mingfei picked up a book called "Introduction to Alchemy," which was thicker than a brick. After reading a few pages, his head felt dizzy and his eyes felt like they were going to spin. The complex formulas and sentences were so complex that he recognized each word and symbol individually, but when put together, they turned into alien script.

He flipped through a few more pages and realized he was wrong; there were many symbols he didn't recognize.

I silently closed the book. The title on the cover seemed to dance like a little person, changing from "Introduction to Alchemy" to "Alchemy in the Grave".

The art of dragon slaying is truly terrifying!

Lu Mingfei put the book on the table, listlessly opened the file folder, and looked at the sexy photos and information about the senior students.

To be honest, he felt like he was from another world compared to these female students who started as models. He had never befriended or spoken to such elegant girls before.

With their supermodel-like cool gazes, even though they revealed large areas of skin, they didn't come across as vulgar at all. They were simply showing off their beauty with confidence, and Lu Mingfei felt inferior just looking at the photos.

Even ninjas have never been in a relationship, so how could someone with social anxiety suddenly become a social butterfly?