Dragon Raja: Lu Mingfei Returns from Sekiro

"Ugh, the welcome meal for new students is always German roasted pork knuckle, can't you come up with anything new?" Fingel said indignantly.

"Eat up, you have no choice. This menu is a tradition of the college. Isn't German food your hometown cuisine? Don't you like your hometown food?"

“The frogs in my hometown pee! Do you like disgusting frog peeing?” Fingel said. “Get out of here, it’s so annoying!”

"I hope to see you again at this time next year." The waiter bowed gracefully and left his seat.

Fingel stood up and gestured for everyone to start eating, but everyone was staring at Lu Mingfei and no one paid any attention to him.

The senior brother sat down unhappily and gave Lu Mingfei a look.

Lu Mingfei was pushed up by Fingel. After a few seconds of hesitation, he said, "Everyone, hold out your knives and forks a little longer, don't be shy."

When his uncle treats guests, he always says this. Lu Mingfei replaced the chopsticks with a knife and fork, which shows he's quite good at making sentences according to the rules.

But he forgot that foreigners don't eat a table full of dishes, but rather individual meals served separately.

But it didn't matter. Nobody cared what he said. After his speech, thunderous applause erupted. People at the next table also turned their attention to him. Chocolate and an Indian-looking man stood up and called on the crowd to applaud. In an instant, thunderous applause rang out on the first floor, even louder than the applause when the leader spoke.

Chapter Seventy-Six: Undercurrents

Lu Mingfei spent the entire afternoon in his dorm room looking at dating profiles.

The older sisters are all beautiful, but Lu Mingfei always feels that they are far removed from him. Compared to them, the blonde, emotionless loli feels more approachable.

He wondered if there was something wrong with him. These were all foreign beauties, models! If he took one of them home, everyone in the neighborhood would look at him with new respect. If a tall model was holding his hand at the class reunion, who would dare call him a "loser"?

He thought of the shrine maiden he had met once in Japan. That young lady, who lived a secluded life, was also very beautiful, but she didn't give him this distant feeling.

Perhaps this is some kind of distorted tragedy of blood?

Thinking about it carefully, the people he gets along with are all quite strange. Old Tang is a poor, single man who loves playing games, and Finger is an unprecedented college student who has repeated eight years of school. These two brothers also seem to be a bit of a loser.

The female students paid their registration fees, and he wasn't going to be perfunctory. He carefully read through every document, but in the end, he couldn't find a suitable one. The photos were all too dazzling. Perhaps if he had a photo of himself with messy hair and no makeup, his desire to go on a date would be even stronger.

"No, junior brother, your standards for choosing a partner are too high. Even though you're an S-level, you shouldn't look down on these B-level or C-level girls. You rejected them without even meeting them once?" Fingel complained as he sent out a mass rejection text message.

“That’s not what I meant.” Lu Mingfei sighed. “I just… I just… oh well, let’s play games.”

Fingel scrutinized Lu Mingfei from head to toe with a strange look, a chill running down his spine. He crossed his arms and trembled as he backed away, saying, "Junior Brother... don't even think about it, it's impossible for us! This pile of cow dung of mine has already been adorned with a beautiful flower!"

"Fuck you! I like women!" Lu Mingfei slammed his hand on the table.

At 6 p.m., Norma posted the 3E exam results on the college's official website.

Only Norma knows the scoring criteria for the 3E exam. All students can see are the scores, and the first place winner is a perfect score of 100, which is unprecedented and will never be repeated!

Beneath the gold-plated S-grade font, there is only one lonely name—Lu Mingfei!

The moment the announcement was released, a flood of topics appeared on the forum.

[Shocking! S-class character Lu Mingfei is seen passionately embracing a 1.9-meter-tall black man!]

[He took first place again, the only one to get a perfect score on the 3E exam—who exactly is he? Let's delve into the inner world of this eccentric individual.]

[Overpowering Chu Zihang, punching and kicking Caesar, no freshman can rival him! Please see this 'S-level' growth resume!]

[Remaining calm and collected during the exam! We bring you an interview with someone who experienced it firsthand!]

[A seemingly taken man is caught gazing deeply into the eyes of a cool, aloof girl and an S-class beauty. Is he a hidden hunter, indiscriminately offering his services to girls' handkerchiefs?]

Lu Mingfei, who was fighting against Finger, had no idea that the forum had once again stirred up a huge wave!

At this moment, Lu Mingfei's name firmly occupied the top spot on the trending search list, and the news that Caesar rented Amber Hall and moved the student council's headquarters was overshadowed.

Meanwhile, a group of paparazzi with cameras around their necks distributed the latest campus newspaper to all the professors' dormitories, doorknobs, bicycle racks, car doorknobs, desks... These hastily printed newspapers were efficiently distributed to every conspicuous place.

[Lu Mingfei, the Dragon Slayer and Savior! How many points does he differ from Kassel Menek?]

The headline, in bold and black, was printed on the first page of the newspaper.

A massive tsunami, invisible to the naked eye, was brewing.

Countless students typed in front of their glowing phone screens and laptops, and thousands of comments appeared within a minute.

Just then, there was a knock on the door of room 304.

"Mingfei, it's me! Open the door!" Professor Guderian's weak voice came through.

Lu Mingfei had just finished a match with Fingel and was browsing the cafeteria's evening menu in bed, preparing to order a late-night snack and a beer.

As soon as the door opened, the gray-haired professor leaned in to hug Lu Mingfei with a smile.

“You truly are my good student. You’ve only been enrolled for three days, yet you’ve already proven your excellence with your abilities.” Professor Guderian took out a document written in Latin and stamped with a red seal. “Come, put your fingerprint here. I’ve been busy with the trial proceedings for you these past few days and haven’t had a chance to meet you.”

"What is this form?" Lu Mingfei took the form suspiciously, but it was full of Latin characters he didn't recognize, making him dizzy.

"Isn't tomorrow the trial? All professors have to attend. As your advisor, I naturally have to sign a guarantee for you."

"Is that so?" Lu Mingfei hesitated as he took the red seal, then glanced at it again.

But in one of the forms, he suddenly felt that the words looked familiar. He frowned, went inside and took out "Introduction to Alchemy" to compare them carefully. He was surprised to find that the line of symbols was the Latin text on the cover of the book!

Professor Guderian chuckled dryly, pulled the sheet back, and casually whistled.

Lu Mingfei shook his head helplessly, patted Fingel on the shoulder and said, "Senior brother, I've realized you've had it pretty tough too."

"Ahem." Professor Guderian cleared his throat. "Mingfei, the trial will be held at 2 p.m. tomorrow in the Hall of Heroes. I will come to pick you up then. Don't worry, the headmaster and I have prepared everything. The day after tomorrow, you can go to the classroom and begin your wonderful classroom life."

"How dare you say that? If you hadn't kept quiet, I wouldn't have ended up in this trial!" Lu Mingfei said angrily.

"I have my reasons," Professor Guderian said weakly. "Are you satisfied with your life at the academy?"

"So far, I'm quite satisfied. I would be even more satisfied if I could apply to change my mentor."

"Don't worry about that. If I could replace him, I would have kicked Fingel out long ago," Professor Guderian said, patting his chest.

“Old man! What do you mean!” Fingel shouted in a loud voice.

"You useless piece of trash who studied abroad for four years, you've been demoted from an A to an F grade, how dare you!" The old professor's spittle flew everywhere.

The two looked like they were about to fight.

Lu Mingfei stood between them, separating them, and the two shouted even louder, starting to criticize each other's bizarre actions.

Roughly:

I overslept during the exam, and in the afternoon I went to the locked exam room with my pen and student ID, then called to ask why no one was there!

He secretly leaked the exam questions and was caught, resulting in a last-minute change of answer sheets.

I helped a student bring cheat sheets for a makeup exam, but I realized halfway through that I had brought the wrong kind of paper.

...

Lu Mingfei thought he might as well let them fight it out, but as soon as he let go, they immediately deflated.

When it's tied with a rope, it screams louder than anyone else, but once it's loosened, it becomes completely silent.

"Goodness!" Lu Mingfei said, "Professor, how about staying for a late-night snack? I'll order one for you too."

“My Mingfei still loves me the most; he even knew I hadn’t eaten dinner.” Professor Guderian’s eyes lit up, and his beard twitched slightly.

The waiter brought over kebabs and chilled beer. The three of them sat in the dormitory drinking and eating, while Lu Mingfei ate kebabs on the side, listening to Fingel and Professor Guderian talk about their old grudges.

Although the professor was old, he had a very young mindset and got along well with the young people. In fact, Lu Mingfei felt that the old man was more up-to-date with the times and trends than he was.

Lu Mingfei seemed to be the oldest one here, cleaning up the messes of his immature senior brothers and instructors, and even having to pay for their meals. However, he wasn't too unhappy about it. He raised the bubbly beer bottle and blew into it.

"Come on, drink."

Fingel took off his shirt, his slightly tipsy face humming a German folk song. Lu Mingfei clapped and cheered, and the professor, not to be outdone, also stood up, clapping and singing an old song to the rhythm.

The wine reflected a silver crescent moon, and the green glass bottle shattered the illusion.

Those who are chasing after it, have they seen the road ahead clearly?

Chapter Seventy-Seven: The Agreement

The next morning, Professor Guderian arrived early at room 304 in Zone 1.

"The venue for the trial has been changed to a gymnasium," Professor Guderian said. "It was the principal of Angers who changed it. I heard that there were too many students who signed up for the trial, so they decided to hold it in a gymnasium that can accommodate all the students."

"A meeting was held hastily this morning. Although there were a few objections, the professors still passed the proposal. Remember to tidy up your appearance this afternoon. I'll be waiting for you downstairs at 1:30." Professor Guderian hurried off again.

Fingel also ran out, saying he was going to make a banner for Lu Mingfei.

Lu Mingfei then realized that he was actually the minister of the student union's news department, leading a group of followers and dominating the college's forum.

Lu Mingfei suddenly remembered the marriage advertisement and was about to ask his senior brother when the burly man disappeared.

The thought of being watched by all the students and professors in the school made Lu Mingfei a little nervous. He stood in front of the bathroom mirror, straightened his clothes, and combed his hair neatly.

...

Old Tang yawned as he got off the train. He had arrived in Chicago. The mission location was in a very remote place, and there was no train that went there. He could only rent a motorcycle and ride it over the mountain road.

The secret document bag was tied to the chest of the underwear with a rope. There were two plastic bags in the green mailbox, one sealed with tape and the other open, containing a black card.

He endured a bumpy train ride all night, grabbed a hot dog and a Coke at a random spot, and then went to a rental shop to rent a used motorcycle.

So far, nothing unexpected has happened; it's just a perfectly ordinary trip.

The employer said the place was very strictly controlled, with armed security guards, and that he needed to prove his identity with a black card. He said that as long as he took out the card, they would let him through.

Old Tang reluctantly pulled a crumpled Franklin note from his wallet and handed it to the rental shop owner. This included the deposit; he had rented a motorcycle for two days.

He put on his helmet, the engine roared, and he had Bluetooth earphones in his ears. The map app provided by his employer was quite useful, with voice directions available at any time, so he didn't have to stop frequently to check road signs or the map.

The motorcycle's exhaust fumes billowed out from the exhaust pipes on both sides of the rear wheel, and dust was kicked up by the strong wind, allowing it to travel thousands of miles in a single go.

After he left, a stunningly beautiful woman in a black leather jacket appeared from behind the car rental shop door. The owner was very respectful to the woman, but she ignored him completely and instead took out a satellite phone and dialed a number.

A few minutes later, a black helicopter appeared from the clear sky. The woman grabbed a rope ladder thrown down from the helicopter and disappeared into the horizon with it.

...

During lunchtime, Lu Mingfei didn't want to go out and be surrounded by people. Yesterday, when he returned to his dormitory from the cafeteria, a bunch of people lined up to ask him for autographs, causing a traffic jam. Fortunately, he was quick and managed to squeeze out of the crowd by covering his face with a handkerchief.

Since a super-rich second-generation heir is treating everyone tonight, he's skipping lunch.

Fingel said that no one would dare cause trouble at Caesar's dinner party, and he could enjoy the high-class buffet to his heart's content. However, Caesar's invitation to him was definitely to persuade him to join the student council.

Lu Mingfei hadn't figured out how to respond yet. Although Fingel said that Caesar wasn't the kind of man who cared about details, he felt obligated to have a heart-to-heart talk with the student council leader since he had eaten his food. He couldn't just leave him out there and focus on eating.