Dragon Raja: Lu Mingfei Returns from Sekiro

The girl stared quietly at Lu Mingfei, seemingly waiting for him to continue checking the household registration information.

"Renata, is that your name?" Lu Mingfei scratched his head, feeling embarrassed by the stare.

“It was true in the past, but it’s not true now,” Zero said.

"Could you tell me the story of that port?" Lu Mingfei chose to hand over the initiative.

"Wait." Zero hugged Zorro and gently stroked its head.

Lu Mingfei stood there blankly to the side, as if he were invisible.

The girl, who seemed to be dancing with the air, twirled and weaved through the gaps between the desks. Lu Mingfei made way for her, hid in a corner, glanced at the pensive Ling, and took out the answer sheet from his pocket to admire it.

The landscape paintings are beautiful and full of charm, with camellias outlined in black lines, lakes rendered in shadow, magnificent palaces, and tattered battle flags.

Lu Mingfei thought that the Lu family must have a long history.

He had never heard his uncle and father tell stories of the past, but since his parents were members of the Dragon Slayer bloodline, the Lu family might have some very deep stories.

Who is that little boy? That child is so pitiful. At such a young age, he has to kneel on the ground, begging for someone's forgiveness. The emperor of that dynasty must have been a tyrant.

He shook his head and put the answer sheet away.

A few teddy bears sit on the table, a faint memory of the past:

"The port is called Black Swan Port, located in the Arctic, and it's a secret port."

“I am of mixed race. I was sold there when I was very young and was used as a research subject by a doctor.”

“Then one day, Black Swan Harbor was bombed, and I secretly ran away. Then a few months ago, I received an admission letter from Kassel College.”

The girl summarized everything in a few short sentences.

"That's it?" Lu Mingfei asked.

“That’s all,” Zero said.

"The day before yesterday afternoon...do you remember those things?"

"remember."

"That wasn't a dream, was it?"

"No."

Do you know what happened?

"do not know."

That concludes the discussion. Lu Mingfei asked the question, and Ling answered it, but somehow, something just doesn't feel quite right.

Unable to withstand the girl's aloof gaze and expressionless face, he could only awkwardly sit back down.

Chocolate ran over again, like a frightened child, clutching Lu Mingfei's clothes. His hands were rough, and when Lu Mingfei shook hands with him, he felt thick calluses, indicating that he must work often.

He cried and hid behind Lu Mingfei, shouting, "I'm sorry! Mom, I was wrong! I'll never do it again!"

The spiritual vision unearthed the deepest images from his mind and laid bare before him.

Lu Mingfei remembered Chocolate saying that his father was an alcoholic and abusive man, and that his mother suffered greatly from his beatings. At that time, his expression was calm and collected, as if he were talking to Lu Mingfei about the plot of a novel.

In the end, however, he never forgot the pain. He was the one at the very bottom. His father vented his anger and malice on his mother, and his mother in turn poured all that darkness onto him. As a child, he could only hide in a corner and silently endure the fists of men and the whips of women.

Lu Mingfei sighed. Everyone has a painful past, like Zero, who was sold to a secret port and escaped from an explosion. He couldn't imagine how the girl survived the harsh Arctic cold.

He gripped the chocolate's hand and patted the black man's back like a kind elder. The burly man, who was 1.8 meters tall, burst into tears, his tears and snot smearing onto Lu Mingfei's clothes.

After a good cry, Bradley went to sleep peacefully. His exam paper was covered with a pomegranate tree, a whip, and a broken wine bottle. Liquid was dripping from the glass shards, its color unclear, and it was hard to tell whether it was wine or warm blood.

Lu Mingfei drew a turtle on the back of the blank test paper. It was his habit. He never checked the test paper. After finishing, he would draw a turtle on the draft paper. It was a round turtle shell, four short legs, and two black dots on the turtle's head. It was cute and adorable.

The bell rang to signal the end of the exam, and the music stopped playing fifteen minutes before the end. The students' eyes gradually cleared, and they hurriedly wrote their student ID numbers and names on the answer sheets.

Professor Manstein and Nono entered the room to collect the exam papers.

"Remember to attend tomorrow afternoon at 2 pm," Manstein told Lu Mingfei. He said this without any emotion, simply announcing something.

“I’m sorry, Lu, you must have seen me like this,” Bradley said as he walked over, seemingly remembering what happened during the exam. “I’m sorry you saw me lose my composure.”

"Could you sign my autograph?" Bradley said. "I hope you'll join the freshman sorority. My good brother Chilan would love to hand over the presidency to you."

"The Lionheart Society and the Student Council had been trying to recruit members among the freshmen for a long time, hoping to strengthen themselves. But Chilan told us that we shouldn't scatter, that we should wait, and that someone would come along to lead us. We were all skeptical at first, but then you appeared out of nowhere, and we immediately knew that you were the one!"

“But I have to attend the trial tomorrow,” Lu Mingfei said tactfully.

“It’s okay, we’ll all cheer you on. Everyone will be attending this event, just for you,” Bradley said. “I hope you’ll seriously consider this; the freshmen need an excellent leader.”

“I’ll consider it.” Lu Mingfei handed the signed card to Bradley.

He didn't want to be the president, but it would be too heartless to refuse a guy whose eyes were still red and swollen. He would give him a clear answer after everything was over tomorrow and the guy had calmed down.

The principal said he would support him, and the students applauded him. He no longer took the trial seriously, treating it as just another event, since the principal had found him a top lawyer and the public was speaking up for him.

Go back and play games with Fingel; he can't wait to start his new life!

Chapter 75 Supernova Lu Mingfei

A large, fat figure nimbly squeezed into the principal's office.

"Are you ready?" Principal Angers asked.

"Norma will announce the 3E exam results at 6 p.m. tonight. The topic will flood the forums. The new issue of the campus newspaper has also been printed and will be distributed to all tenured professors soon. But Principal, are you sure he can get a perfect score?"

The burly man sat on the sofa with his legs crossed, and casually picked up the bone china teacup to pour black tea. Before drinking, he reached into the bone china dish and picked up a pancake sprinkled with rose syrup.

Crushed cookies landed on his school uniform, and the burly man took a sip of tea that shimmered with a golden glow.

"He definitely can. What do you think of him?"

"He's still such an innocent little boy. The closest he'll ever be to a girl is probably holding her hand."

“A little boy…” The principal stood by the window with his hands behind his back.

"However, I still feel it's a bit uncertain. They have a lot of solid data, and those professors who look like they've been dug out of their graves might not like young people's stuff. No matter how loud the students' voices are, they're just there to listen. The professors are as stubborn as a block of iron, not even a fraction as dashing as you, Principal!"

"But they are the foundation of the college. The executive department, information department, and equipment department all rely on their research results. Without them, there would be no Kassel College."

"Hopefully the little guy can get through this." The burly man stood up, shook himself a few times, and smeared the cookie crumbs off his clothes onto the floor.

"The key people will arrive at the key moment. Just wait for the right opportunity, and someone will solve everything for us."

......

“I’m going to have lunch, so I won’t bother you anymore. Lu, you really need to think this through. The freshmen need a leader.” Bradley patted Lu Mingfei on the shoulder, revealing his pearly white teeth once again.

"Wait, brother," Lu Mingfei called out to him.

"What! You're willing to become our leader now!" Bradley's face lit up with joy.

"No, I wanted to ask what brand of toothpaste you usually use."

“Oh…” Bradley sighed, looking dejected. “I use ‘Mimi’ brand toothpaste. If you want, I can give you a few tubes.”

"Well... thank you." Lu Mingfei chuckled awkwardly.

His clothes were still covered in the tears and snot of his Black friend, so giving him a few tubes of toothpaste as compensation wasn't too much to ask.

The two exchanged contact information. It was already noon, and the students were leaving to have their welcome meal at the cafeteria.

Almost everyone greeted Lu Mingfei before leaving. They originally wanted to shake hands and have a long talk with him, but after seeing his clothes, they sensibly left him some personal space. Some girls shyly threw their handkerchiefs at his face and ran out with blushing faces.

The handkerchief had a faint milky scent, a very natural fragrance. Seeing that the girls had disappeared, Lu Mingfei could only fold the handkerchief and put it in his collar pocket, shirt pocket, and trouser pocket.

Professor Manstein put all the exam papers into a combination lock box, scrambled the combination, and handed the box to Nono: "Give the exam papers to Norma to grade."

Nono took the box and walked out. Before leaving, she took out her phone and pressed a button.

"Buzz," Lu Mingfei's iPhone, which was on vibrate mode, rang.

He had long since blocked his email from ringing, and his email address was published in a dating ad. Every now and then, pretty female students would send him emails, using sexy photos to entice him to go on dates.

However, that person still had a little conscience and didn't publish his phone number, otherwise the phone card would probably be unusable and he would have had to get a new one.

A text message was displayed on the screen.

Ricardo:

There will be a dinner and social dance at Amber House tomorrow night at 18:00 PM. If you have time, come and have some food. Caesar says he wants to talk to you.

Remember to wear formal attire. Friendly reminder: school uniforms don't count as formal wear. You can rent one from the school theater, but if you don't want to wear it, that's fine too; you have that privilege.

Caesar...that blond heartthrob?

What does he want from me? He's not going to invite me to join the student council, is he?

Lu Mingfei has lived in this world for 18 years and discovered that he is actually a super hot commodity. Not only does his senior want to take advantage of him, but the toothpaste spokesperson and the handsome Roman man are also infatuated with him.

Fingel said Caesar is an extremely wealthy second-generation heir, so the banquet must be quite extravagant. Does that mean we can have a free buffet?

What's that saying again? The ultimate skill in eating at a buffet is to be helped in and helped out.

Lu Mingfei stroked his chin, pondering whether he should skip lunch tomorrow; he was quite looking forward to foreign cuisine.

At lunchtime, in the cafeteria, Lu Mingfei changed into his school uniform.

Kassel College has two sets of uniforms; the dirty one is playing a spinning coffee machine game with the washing machine drum.

Under the arched dome, pure white dining tables are set up. To describe it as a canteen would be a bit crude; it's more like a high-end restaurant. A huge tree-shaped chandelier hangs in the center of the dome, with each leaf being a small crystal lamp. On the granite walls hang the Latin words "Welcome to the New Students".

Lu Mingfei and Fingel sat at the end of the long dining table, flanked by freshmen in green school uniforms. The waiter placed the lunch in front of Fingel and said, "Pass it on in turn."

"I never expected you, useless senior, to be a class leader." Lu Mingfei helped hand over the food.

Fingel arrived a little late, and I didn't see him when I was changing clothes in the dormitory, but he sent a text message asking Lu Mingfei to fulfill his obligation for him.

The freshmen all looked serious and elegant when they saw Lu Mingfei, the most popular supernova in the academy, sitting in the main seat.

“Just a table leader.” Fingel was also busy: “The seating in the cafeteria at Kassel College is fixed. If you want to eat cheap meals on the first floor, you have to follow the rules. I don’t have the money to go to the second floor to order fancy dishes, so I can only work.”

“There was no other way; there were simply no seats available for eighth-grade students, so I was relegated to sit with the freshmen,” Fingel said.

The main dish on the white porcelain plate is roasted pork knuckle, served with mashed potatoes and sauerkraut.

"Is there anything I'm looking forward to, like beef with red wine?" Fingel asked.

"Of course." The waiter extended his right hand, rubbing his thumb, index, and middle fingers together, and a slight smile appeared on his lips.