Dragon Raja: Lu Mingfei Returns from Sekiro

My junior high school homeroom teacher always said, "One point can eliminate thousands of students. At that time, missing out on a top high school by one point means tens of thousands of yuan. So you're not studying, you're making money!"

Lu Mingfei was thinking that he should at least go to a decent vocational college. He had searched online and found that college students who joined the army received more subsidies. Whether he could go to Japan depended on that.

Once he gets there, he might be able to join the Yamaguchi-gumi. The physical abilities he developed in Ashina haven't disappeared. For ordinary people, fighting him is just suicide. He could take on a hundred people with one hand without even breaking a sweat.

Who knows, it might even create a legendary figure in the underworld like Sekiro, a lone wolf who single-handedly defeats the entire Sumiyoshi-kai, leaving them foaming at the mouth, and even bullets can be sliced ​​in half by the blade of Kusabimaru, thus becoming the pinnacle of humanity.

He almost forgot about the girl in the white dress in front of him, lost in his own fantasy.

Chapter Seven: Eldest Brother

At night, at the Regent Hotel, Chen Motong was wrapped in a white bath towel, letting her wine-red hair, wet from the water, stick to her snow-white shoulders.

Below the floor-to-ceiling windows are bright neon lights and traffic lights weaving through the streets. This is the presidential suite of a five-star hotel, and it certainly exudes a presidential aura.

Noble and willful, she sat in front of the pure white laptop like a little witch who held the power of life and death. If she didn't like someone, she would throw a token at the kneeling eunuch and have the offender executed by slow slicing before noon the next day.

“S-rank, Lu Mingfei.” A photo appeared on the glowing screen, showing Lu Mingfei with messy hair and a silly grin, looking like an old man with an IQ of less than fifty.

This is a file that details Lu Mingfei's experiences from childhood to adulthood, including the elementary school he attended, the junior high school he attended, and even his favorite computer number 72 next to the toilet in internet cafes.

After reviewing this file, you will understand his personality and strengths better than his parents who live far away abroad.

Chen Motong couldn't understand why such a good-for-nothing would be rated as S-class. In recent years, the highest grade among students at Kassel College was only A-class, and the only S-class student had committed suicide by shooting himself.

So many top-performing students haven't been rated S-level, so why is this Chinese student, who looks so dazed, like Shin-chan with a snotty nose, able to get this unique rating before even enrolling?

His resume is that of an ordinary student who grew up in a middle-class family, with mediocre grades, poor athletic ability, and the only thing he's good at is playing video games? What kind of lame joke is that?

However, this file was personally reviewed by the principal, and no one at Kassel College dared to question Principal Angers.

"Norma, check if Lu Mingfei is online," Chen Motong asked.

"Lu Mingfei is currently on a video call with an American account," a calm female voice came from the computer.

"Hmm." She closed the laptop lid and stared for a long time at the long, narrow object wrapped in cloth placed by the bedside.

She decided that she would test Lu Mingfei tomorrow.

Since he was rated S-level by the principal, he must have some extraordinary abilities. He can't just be good at playing StarCraft, right?

If Professor Guderian knew about the crazy ideas in her head, he certainly wouldn't have sent this madwoman to China.

It is important to know that the most severe punishment for using weapons without permission from the school's administrative department is expulsion.

But she didn't care; she just wanted to know what this Chinese boy, who looked like a wilted celery stalk, was capable of.

...

"Hey, Lao Tang, do you know what kind of questions American universities ask in interviews?" Lu Mingfei typed on QQ.

"What? You got an interview?" Old Tang's panda avatar jumped up excitedly.

Old Tang was the only person Lu Mingfei could think of who could help. Old Tang lived in New York and was of Chinese descent, but because he grew up in the United States, his Chinese was not fluent, although he could type online without any problem.

"Yes, I have an interview the day after tomorrow morning, but I've searched online for a long time and I still don't know what the interview is about."

Lu Mingfei still held onto the hope that he might get lucky. What if he did? Then he wouldn't have to do those tedious and headache-inducing review questions.

"Well... the interview questions are different for different schools. For example, the questions for Cambridge and Harvard are completely different."

"Which one are you familiar with?"

Didn't I tell you that I started working right after graduating from high school?

"what..."

"Alright, let's video call."

Lu Mingfei glanced at the empty bed. His cousin was still sitting on the balcony, enjoying the cold wind and missing his little sister Xiyang. He figured he wouldn't be back anytime soon.

"Okay, teach me a few more words."

"no problem."

The video call connected after two beeps, and a guy with droopy eyebrows, who looked like a comedian, waved.

"Hey, bro!" The voice boomed like thunder: "How old are you, bro? Are the cops going to arrest you?"

"I'll be eighteen soon," Lu Mingfei said casually. He wasn't lying; according to his biological age, he would turn eighteen on July 17th of this year.

"We didn't have enough fun last time. If you come to New York, just come find me. I'll take you for a spin in my Greyhound at an internet cafe in America." Old Tang's off-key Chinese came out, and his spittle flew onto the camera.

Do you eat KFC where you live?

"KFC is nothing, I'll take you straight to steak." Old Tang patted his chest and assured him.

For a moment, Lu Mingfei was somewhat moved. He had been browsing online for a while when he happened to see Lao Tang's avatar flashing. He decided to give it a try and tap on Lao Tang's avatar.

He wasn't familiar with Lao Tang; they just often met up to play games on the StarCraft channel.

Besides, this happened two years ago. It turns out that in some unexpected corner, there was someone who could help him, someone who came to take care of his younger brother with a strange older brother mentality.

Loyalty, that's what loyalty is all about!

If he had had an older brother like that to travel to Ashina with him back then, he wouldn't have suffered so much.

Serving tea and water, wiping his older brother's sweat—that was his ideal job.

Unfortunately, he had no one to rely on, and a small child and a frail woman to take care of, so he could only rush to the front and use his knife to slash people until his hands and feet went numb and cramped up.

Most of the time, he gets killed, then resurrected and starts over thanks to the immortality of the Dragon's Blood.

Two years later, he had at least gained experience in taking beatings. If he were to do it again, he would have some confidence. However, he was not arrogant at all. Whenever he thought he could do it again, the result was usually terrible.

"Alright, enough bragging, let's get started." Old Tang looked serious, but his raised eyebrows only made people laugh. "Hurry up and finish tutoring, I still need to play a few rounds."

"The most common opening question in an interview is, 'Why did you apply to our school? Please show me some reason.'"

"But I didn't apply..."

"Stop talking nonsense! Practice with me..."

The night grew deeper, and the small southern town was completely silent. The streetlights illuminated the empty streets, and most of the building lights were off. Only a few night owls were still staying up late. The boy was learning to pronounce words one by one. Thousands of miles away, someone was eating yogurt bite by bite, correcting his pronunciation.

The figure on the balcony was still grieving, sighing incessantly like a tide.

"Mingze! It's about time to go to sleep!" came the voice of a middle-aged woman from next door. "You have class tomorrow! Don't stay up late!"

Some were happy, some were sad, and some were even muttering nonsensical things in bed like, "S-rank, take this..."

Chapter Eight: Preaching is Useless

Tuesday morning, Shilan High School.

"We've decided, after school on Friday, we'll all go to a small theater to watch a movie together." Chen Wenwen came to Lu Mingfei's seat.

Today she changed her outfit, with her hair tied in a high ponytail and wearing a brown plaid suspender dress, making her look less aloof and more energetic.

"Mmm," Lu Mingfei mumbled in response, took a sip of soy milk, and swallowed the meat bun in his mouth with great effort.

In Ashina, the food was all dry rations that looked like plastic. He hadn't tasted such delicious buns in so long that he almost swallowed his tongue.

"We'll meet at the literary society on Friday, and then we'll set off."

"no problem."

"Okay." Chen Wenwen nodded in agreement and returned to her seat.

It was another simple and uneventful day. There were no gunshots, no smell of gunpowder, and no one came to challenge Lu Mingfei to a duel with a long knife.

He studied diligently all day, barely leaving his seat except to use the restroom and eat.

When school was over, the students left in twos and threes with their schoolbags on their backs. There were no literary club activities today, and everyone went home early, seemingly having other things to do.

Lu Mingfei walked along the cobblestone riverside path, breathing in the moist and cool air.

The river water was very clear, and looking at the fluffy white dandelions on the riverbank made me feel much better.

But suddenly, he sensed a strange aura.

"Is someone following me?"

A ninja has keen insight into everything in the world, and Lu Mingfei could not hide the little thief's actions from his perception.

"It's very close to me, 230 meters... no, 220 meters..."

He quickened his pace and became alert.

Hand-to-hand combat is not his forte, and if his opponent is armed, he can hardly guarantee that he won't run into trouble.

It's not that I'm afraid of getting hurt myself, but that I'm afraid of losing control and injuring the other person.

He was acutely aware of the vast difference between himself and ordinary people. With a light jump, he could leap from the first floor to the second floor, and if he pushed off the wall on the second floor, he could even leap to the third floor without landing.

Even Olympic champions can't do this; such scenes only appear in movies and anime.

"If you want to catch up with me, you'd better learn how to eat my dust first." Lu Mingfei suddenly accelerated, as fast as lightning, like a wild horse charging forward with all its might.

However, the aura behind them hadn't moved away at all; it was still approaching at an extremely fast speed.

The thunderous roar of engines filled my ears.

"Isn't this cheating?"

A cool black motorcycle is speeding along, driven by a woman in a black bodysuit. Her curvaceous figure and perfect curves are perfectly showcased by the bodysuit, especially her long legs, which are enough to make anyone's blood boil.

She was wearing a helmet, so her face couldn't be seen; this person was Chen Motong.

"What speed!" She estimated that Lu Mingfei ran nearly 15 meters per second, which translates to less than six seconds in a 100-meter race.

The Kassel 100-meter record is 6.113 seconds, and Lu Mingfei's burst of power just now has surpassed that record.

Chen Motong suspected that he hadn't used his full strength yet. Was this kid hiding his true abilities? Were his past athletic achievements all fake?

The stronger Lu Mingfei became, the more excited she became.

She floored the accelerator, and the newly bought Ghost Fire roared deafeningly.

Humans are ultimately no match for machines, and she quickly caught up with them.

The black ghost fire vehicle blocked Lu Mingfei's path.

"Who are you? What do you want?" Lu Mingfei hung his backpack on his chest and waved it fiercely a few times. "I'm warning you, don't mess with me, or you'll regret it."