Dragon Raja: Lu Mingfei Returns from Sekiro

Lu Mingfei turned on his computer, ready to play a game, when his phone rang again. The caller ID read: "Old Tang".

"Hello, log on," Lu Mingfei said, picking up the phone.

When this poor wretch called him, this was the only reason he could think of.

"Screw you guys!" Old Tang's smug voice rang out. "Are you free these days? I'm visiting Chicago, and I'm treating you guys to McDonald's this time."

Old Tang was eating instant noodles at a small shop. It was surprising that there was a small shop by the roadside in the deep mountains.

The lush forest was below the guardrail, and the mountain road wound its way through the mountains. There were some cyclists around who ate with him. The prices at the small shop were very cheap, unlike the exorbitant prices in tourist areas.

The store was rather simple in appearance, just a few pieces of light steel sheet painted blue. Hot dogs and snacks were displayed on wooden shelves, and only one small owner was minding the stall. Hot water was boiled on the spot using an electric kettle.

These days, it's hard to do any business. This place probably leaks when it rains. I really don't know how the small business owner gets his goods. He rode his motorcycle all morning to get here. Did he use a helicopter?

No, no, this place is so remote, I guess very few people come here. One shipment should be enough for more than half a month.

"Oh, so arrogant, did you win the lottery?" Lu Mingfei's voice came from the old cell phone on the small stack of tables.

"Pretty much." Old Tang took a sip of instant noodles. "Big Brother is eating spaghetti at a fancy restaurant. It's a pity you're not here, otherwise Big Brother would definitely take you to try the taste of fresh black truffles."

"Ah, it smells so good." He picked up a corn sausage, took a bite, and chewed it with a smacking sound.

"Come on, you." Lu Mingfei flipped through his timetable and saw that Saturday was the day after tomorrow, which meant he wouldn't have any classes that evening. He didn't have a class until Monday afternoon called "Introduction to Dragon Family Genealogy".

Kassel College is located deep in the mountains, but it's not a desolate area without roads. If you have a car, you can drive out, although it will take a long time. Lu Mingfei hasn't gotten his driver's license yet, so he typed on QQ on his computer to ask Finger if there was any way to get out.

“Didn’t Caesar give you his Bugatti Veyron on Free Day? If you want to go out and have some fun, I can be your driver,” Fingel sent a grinning emoji. “But I don’t have any money to play with, so you’ll have to cover my food and lodging.”

“Old Tang said he’ll treat us,” Lu Mingfei typed.

Lu Mingfei knew Lao Tang's personality; during the summer vacation, he and Lao Tang played games together many times in the game channel.

Old Tang is a very strategic person. When playing StarCraft, if his forces are not overwhelming enough or he has not scouted out the opponent's intelligence, he will not attack rashly. He likes to develop his forces and does not like to take risks. He will not commit all his forces at once.

It means he's not a show-off; he won't force himself to save face by emptying his wallet to treat his friends to a meal.

He said he would treat Lu Mingfei and Finger to McDonald's, which probably meant he had prepared the money to eat at a Michelin-starred restaurant.

Good heavens, did he rob a bank? Did he actually win the lottery? Did he turn his life around and become the master of his own destiny?

Lu Mingfei told Lao Tang on the phone, "I'll be free the day after tomorrow, we can drive out tonight."

"OK, we'll discuss the address beforehand." Old Tang hung up the phone.

Lu Mingfei opened a webpage and typed in "Bugatti Veyron". He didn't know what kind of car it was, but since it was a rich kid's car, it must be expensive. He didn't know how to drive it, so he could find an excuse to return the car to Caesar when he went to the buffet that night, and then he could drive away without any guilt.

Chapter Seventy-Eight: A Dazzling Debut

After finishing his noodles, Lao Tang glanced at the time and the map. It was 12:17 PM. They weren't far off. In another two or three hours, they would reach their destination. He would hand over the documents, take the money, and leave.

Golden sunlight streamed down from the azure sky, casting a golden fleece-like glow over the old, dilapidated road.

"Hallelujah, Buddha bless you." Old Tang finished all the noodle soup, got on his motorcycle, and disappeared into the distance again with the roar of the engine.

After he left, the cyclists stood up in an orderly fashion, lined up neatly, and, at the shop owner's whistle, dismantled the shop into pieces in just a few minutes.

Blue-painted light steel sheets, wooden boards, bicycles, packaged snacks, gasoline generators...

These objects, materials, and machines were neatly stacked.

Several helicopters appeared from the sky, and the hikers lined up in three rows, like an assembly line, to transport the items placed on the ground onto the helicopters.

...

Lu Mingfei patted his face and grinned at himself in the mirror.

He wasn't good at dressing up, and the most handsome moment of his life was probably when Nuonuo asked the girl at the counter to help him change clothes in the movie theater.

He took a deep breath and strode towards the door, where Professor Guderian was already waiting downstairs.

"Mingfei, are you ready?" Professor Guderian asked.

"I don't know what to prepare either," Lu Mingfei said innocently. "What should I do?"

"Remember to smile and wave." Professor Guderian took out the square handkerchief that was folded into a tofu block from Lu Mingfei's school uniform collar pocket, tidied it up, and then put it back in.

There was no one to be seen outside the dormitory building; it was completely silent.

The stadium, however, presents a completely different picture.

The open-air dome opened up, and all the seats were filled with people. Some of them had stripes painted on their faces and were waving signs with big pictures of Lu Mingfei. The girls were dressed beautifully, in white lace dresses, hot denim shorts and white tank tops, and were holding colorful cheerleading confetti. At first glance, it looked like the World Cup final, and Lu Mingfei was the most popular star on the field.

"What on earth is the principal up to?" Professor Manstein stood on the makeshift platform, watching Principal Angers, who was waving to the students at the front of the VIP section.

The trial was a very serious matter. Students would only send representatives to attend as observers, while the senior professors would sit in a circle on the conference chairs in Valhalla to put enough pressure on the students being tried.

Now it's like a sports meet. Every year when Caesar or Chu Zihang takes the stage, the scale is never this grand.

He didn't quite understand why the professors would accept this proposal. Even if it was the president's proposal, the tenured professors should understand how absurd this move was.

But that's just right, these unruly students need to be disciplined. They need to understand that the authority of the rules is inviolable!

There's an old Chinese saying: "Why kill the chicken to show the monkeys?"

Starting with Lu Mingfei, students must become more disciplined. They should study until late at night every day instead of lazing in bed in the dormitory in the morning and making their roommates hold their noses and bury their heads in their desks to answer the attendance question twice!

In the stands, Fingel frantically typed on his laptop, with dozens of QQ windows open simultaneously. His fingers moved with lightning speed, communicating and replying to everyone.

The earliest chat logs show that two days ago in the afternoon, most of these people were graduate students studying under tenured professors, and some were new students who were assigned to a certain professor as their mentor.

Caesar and Nono sat in the front row, while the student council members, all dressed in red uniforms, occupied a large space.

“He’s quite popular,” Nono said.

“Excellent people will attract attention wherever they are.” Caesar’s gaze swept over the smiling Principal Angers and the stern-faced Professor Manstein on the stage.

The student council president was clearly there to watch the spectacle; he had a Bluetooth earphone in his left ear and was listening to music with a relaxed air.

Chu Zihang was in another location. His injuries had almost healed, and he was ready to be discharged from the hospital. The Lionheart Society never aligned itself with the Student Council. They wore black uniforms and maintained a separation of powers.

The freshman social club really put in the effort, with Chocolate and president Qi Lan holding up a banner to cheer on the S-class students.

Lu Mingfei heard the deafening noise and cheers from outside the venue.

Following Professor Guderian, they entered the center of the hall through a narrow, dark path.

His large face was immediately reflected on the huge silver screens on both sides of the venue.

The paparazzi had professional equipment, and there were also lighting technicians.

Thunderous cheers and applause immediately erupted in the hall, and some people stood up and shouted Lu Mingfei's name.

The professors were also startled. They turned around in surprise to look at the audience, never expecting that Lu Mingfei would be so beloved by the students.

"Remember to smile and wave." Professor Guderian gently patted Lu Mingfei on the shoulder.

Lu Mingfei immediately realized what was happening and mimicked the smiling principal's gesture.

He looked up and saw Fingel holding a banner, and chocolate.

This certainly didn't seem like a serious trial; as the principal said, it was a game, and undoubtedly, everyone present was on Lu Mingfei's side.

The camera suddenly switched to the principal of Angers, who raised his hand to signal the students to be quiet.

No one at Kassel College would disrespect the century-old principal, and the room finally fell silent.

Then the camera shifted to King Solomon in the very center, holding a gavel.

"I hereby declare the hearing officially open," King Solomon solemnly declared. "Due to a dispute within the academy's administration regarding the bloodline of 'S' class freshman Lu Mingfei, we are forced to hold this hearing to provide everyone with an opportunity for open discussion. Based on the information provided beforehand, Professor Manstein's side believes Lu Mingfei has severe violent tendencies and that his excessively pure bloodline makes him extremely dangerous. Professor Guderian, who has had contact with Lu Mingfei, however, holds a different view..."

He elaborated on the basic arguments and viewpoints of both sides.

"Now, both sides, please present your evidence. You may argue, but the final judgment rests with us." King Solomon struck the gavel again, behind him stood the panel of lifelong professors responsible for determining the final outcome.

Professor Mans stood next to the principal of Angers.

In fact, they had tried to post dangerous information about Lu Mingfei on the forum, but the overly academic papers and the lack of trending titles failed to attract attention and only garnered a few comments.

“Angers, what are you doing?” Mans said softly.

“As you can see, this allows more students to participate in the activities,” Principal Angers responded with a smile.

"Suit yourself, but you need to understand that the students may not understand how unusual Lu Mingfei is, but the professors won't."

Mans' tone was just like that of a dog that couldn't get a headline.

Chapter 79 Conclusive Evidence

Professor Manstein stood up abruptly, and someone handed him paper documents.

“We have ample evidence to support our accusations against Lu Mingfei! First, there is the background information about Lu Mingfei,” Manstein said.

"Please look at this report card." Manstein displayed Lu Mingfei's report cards from elementary school to high school to everyone.

The students gasped and began to murmur amongst themselves.

The above contains Lu Mingfei's academic performance and his middle school entrance exam and physical education test results. He ran 1,000 meters in 4 minutes and 45 seconds, which is not even up to the average person's standards. This is unbelievable to everyone because this result is so poor. Even the worst student at Kassel College can run it in under 3 minutes.

Lu Mingfei looked embarrassed. His sports performance had never been good. After all, how strong could you expect a person who sits in front of the computer playing games all day and doesn't exercise?

Before he could speak, Professor Guderian retorted loudly: "That doesn't mean anything. It's normal for mixed-race people to find it difficult to belong in the general population and not want to stand out."

“Of course, I understand what you mean.” Manstein sneered. “But we obtained a top-secret file from the board of trustees, and they have given us permission to disclose the general contents, excluding the names.”

Manstein took out a plain black document bag and showed everyone the file codes on it.

“This document is about Lu Mingfei’s birth record and his parents,” Manstein said. “Lu Mingfei’s parents are S-class mixed-race individuals with extremely pure bloodlines. As we all know, mixed-race individuals with a bloodline rating of B or higher must apply to the Academy before they can marry and have children. Only after Norma and the committee agree will they be allowed to do so.”

"The initial application for Lu Mingfei's parents to marry and have children was rejected. After thousands of calculations by Norma and many experts, the result was that if Lu Mingfei's mother became pregnant, there was nearly an 80% chance that she would give birth to a cold-blooded reptile. The reptile would use its sharp claws to cut open the pregnant woman's belly and slaughter all living things in its sight as soon as it finished gestating. Of the remaining 20%, there was a 15% chance that she would give birth to a hybrid with very unstable bloodline. There was less than a 5% chance that she could give birth to an S-level genius who would not go berserk."

"Lu Mingfei's father, I'll refer to him as Mr. Lu for now, Mr. Lu submitted a rebuttal to the committee, saying that he was willing to stand with his wife and that as the time for the baby's birth approached, he and Mrs. Lu would voluntarily enter a remotely controlled, sealed TNT bomb room. If Deadpool was born, he would detonate the bomb immediately, ensuring that no dangerous situation would occur."

"In view of the outstanding contributions made by Lu's father and mother to the dragon-slaying cause, the committee finally approved their request," Manstein said. "Lu Mingfei was born under such critical circumstances."

This was the first time Lu Mingfei had heard about the circumstances of his birth. Were his parents born with the determination to die?

He wasn't raised by his aunt's family from birth; he was sent there to sleep in the same room as his cousin Lu Mingze before starting junior high school.

When the school holds parent-teacher conferences, my aunt and uncle always dress up smartly to attend my little chubby brother's parent-teacher conference.

They didn't like going to Lu Mingfei's classroom and always made various excuses to avoid it, because going there usually didn't lead to anything good.

However, Lu Mingfei thought it was quite reasonable; his aunt and uncle were his cousin's parents, so they should attend their son's parent-teacher conference.