Dragon Raja: Lu Mingfei Returns from Sekiro

Lu Mingfei couldn't understand what Masashi Tomiyama was saying at all. Terms like "second mental shock," "anti-pulse circuit," and "synchronous harmony rate" sounded very advanced and were not in his area of ​​expertise.

Professor Guderian poured him a cup of hot coffee, and the two sat at the table, leisurely having a tea party.

"See? I told you, the principal and I will arrange everything for you, right?" Professor Guderian smiled, his beard smudged with coffee.

"No, Professor, what's it to you? Isn't it the principal and the psychology teacher who are doing the work?" Lu Mingfei blew out a puff of hot air and took a sip. "Weren't you speechless after being roasted by that bald guy? I almost thought I was going to die."

"How could you say that!" Professor Guderian's mustache trembled slightly. "At least... at least I brought you to the meeting..."

"You're really something." Lu Mingfei and the old professor bumped fists, then turned around in unison, looking at the dejected little bald man, Manstein, who was sorting through documents, with a mischievous grin on his face.

“That concludes my testimony.” Instructor Masafumi Tomiyama put down the microphone. “Now, the plaintiffs are invited to present their arguments and rebuttals.”

“I have no objection; my testimony has already concluded.” Manstein’s gold-rimmed glasses reflected the sunlight, making his expression seem disdainful. “Please let the committee make its ruling.”

King Solomon struck the gavel, "Then, professors, you have 10 minutes for free discussion. After 10 minutes, we will vote."

A few quiet discussions broke out in the room. Some students with less discerning eyes were still arguing with the people next to them, while most people had already decided that Lu Mingfei's side had won.

"Lu Mingfei! Lu Mingfei! Lu Mingfei!"

The senior students spontaneously formed a cheerleading team and started performing cheerleading exercises, with the beautiful girls shouting Lu Mingfei's name loudly.

He sat calmly in his chair, drinking coffee. Before entering the venue, someone had instructed him on what to do.

At times like this, all you need to do is smile, and don't forget to wave.

Despite his calm demeanor, his attention was not on the audience at all. He hadn't eaten lunch; he'd only had a cherry blossom mochi and a few sips of coffee in the morning, which made him even hungrier.

His mind was filled with thoughts of the buffet dinner that night. Big Turkey, stuffed with red apples, floated past his eyes, and the dancing female students looked like living roasted pork knuckles. His mouth watered involuntarily.

Tonight, he's going to eat a whole pound, no, ten pounds!

"Now, let's begin the vote on the outcome of this hearing." King Solomon struck the gavel again. "Those who support Professor Manstein, please raise a red card; those who support Professor Guderian, please raise a black card."

A uniform row of black signs stood up from the committee seats.

"I hereby declare Professor Manstein's appeal invalid, and Lu Mingfei shall continue to enjoy all the benefits due to an S-level student!" The gavel struck the bell.

Thunderous applause erupted in the hall.

“Do any of the board members have any suggestions regarding the trial outcome?” Angers asked, looking at his notebook.

"No."

"Very fair."

"The procedures are complete."

"Nothing else, I'll log off now."

"..."

A string of polite words came from the computer.

But the last computer spoke differently: "Principal Angers, I want to give our freshman Lu Mingfei a chance to prove himself."

The voice was electronically encrypted, making it impossible to tell whether it was male or female; it belonged to the most mysterious school board member.

“We all know that the ‘Kuimen’ project is about to begin, and I hope that Lu Mingfei can join this operation to replace his summer internship credits. What are your thoughts?”

"Let Lu Mingfei join the 'Kuimen' project?" Angers narrowed his eyes.

"Yes, believe me, he will definitely have a brilliant performance in this operation." Even in the processed electronic voice, one could hear the unquestionable confidence and authority of the voice's owner. "If the proposal is approved, I am willing to provide an additional 20% funding support for our dragon-slaying mission over the next four years."

“I have no objection,” the computer representing Gattuso replied.

“I have no objection either,” Elizabeth agreed.

“I agree,” Angers responded; he was also a member of the school board.

Of the seven board members, four voted in favor.

Chapter 82 The Thirteen-Year Cicada

"Damn it!" Old Tang kicked the motorcycle's fuel tank, but that didn't get the engine, which was out of fuel, roaring back to life.

This rather old secondhand motorcycle was parked on the side of a road surrounded by green trees. The unscrewed fuel tank cap had fallen to the ground. Looking through the small hole, one could only see viscous oil sticking to the metal wall, and not even a spoonful of this oil could be drawn out.

Old Tang turned back and walked a few steps before noticing that black oil droplets had fallen on both sides of the tire tracks.

"Why did I have to be so greedy!" Old Tang was filled with remorse.

When he rented the motorcycle, it was full of gas, and the rental shop owner didn't charge a large deposit or ask him to show his ID. So he rented it for convenience. But who knew that this second-hand motorcycle had so many problems? The fuel tank had been patched with metal, and he even loosened the patch by shaking it. It was too delicate.

Now he's in trouble. He rode his motorcycle all morning and half an afternoon to get from the city to this location. What is he going to do in this deep mountain forest?

He followed the navigation without looking at any road signs, so he had no idea where he was. The navigation software didn't show any place names, only a route map.

In this desolate wilderness, apart from seeing a few guys riding bicycles when he ate instant noodles at that small shop at noon, he had never seen any other vehicles or people.

His phone was almost out of battery, and it seemed that the only way out was to ask for help. Calling the police was an option, but as a hunter who walked the line between law and crime, he didn't want to deal with the cops. He could only ask for civilian assistance, but that would cost a lot of money.

Looking at his phone with its nearly empty battery, he gritted his teeth and pulled out an emergency number from his contacts.

This money can't be saved. If his request isn't sent before his phone runs out of battery, then this show will have to be renamed "Man vs. Wild".

Just then, his QQ rang.

“My senior and I can leave campus Friday afternoon. Where are you now? We’ll drive out to find you then.” Lu Mingfei’s avatar flashed. “Log in quickly, we’re waiting for you.”

Two messages were sent one after the other.

"Do you...have a car? Do you have a driver?" Old Tang typed inquiringly.

...

"The Bugatti Veyron, produced by Volkswagen's factory in Molshem, France, is a 16-cylinder, quad-turbocharged engine..." Fingel pulled back the tarpaulin, revealing the silver-gray sports car in the sunlight. The car started remotely, the headlights flashed, and the engine's heavy roar sounded like a dragon's cry.

"1001 horsepower, top speed of 407 km/h, 0 to 100 km/h acceleration in just 2.5 seconds—this is the world's fastest production sports car!" Fingel puffed out his chest like a rooster. "Whoosh, take off!"

The Bugatti's hardtop convertible opened, and Finger jumped in, sat in the driver's seat, grabbed the steering wheel, and coolly put on his sunglasses. Lu Mingfei also jumped in and sat in the passenger seat.

"I'm so sorry, Senior Brother Caesar." Lu Mingfei clasped his hands together. "I may not have time to attend the banquet tonight. Please rest assured, we will take good care of this car and bring it back intact."

“It belongs to you now. Whether you want to take it to a lamppost or sell it is none of my business,” Caesar said. “I hope you will seriously consider joining the student council.”

“You are a true elite. This academy must ultimately be supported by the best people!” Caesar’s voice was firm and powerful. “However, ‘those who walk different paths cannot make plans together.’ If you become my opponent, that would be an exciting thing. I look forward to the campus life ahead.”

"Haha...haha..." Lu Mingfei chuckled dryly a few times, "Senior brother, you're really funny."

Lu Mingfei felt that his thought process was a bit out of sync with that of the blond, handsome man.

"Then we'll be going now, Senior Brother Caesar. See you again someday."

"I hope you can give me even more surprises next time we meet," Caesar said.

"All done saying goodbye? Then buckle up!" Fingel sneered. "Hold on tight!"

The tires kicked up a trail of blue smoke as the Bugatti sped off like a wild horse. Finger roared, gripping the steering wheel with one hand and flooring the accelerator.

He was a wild, madman; the car stereo was blasting heavy metal rock music, and his body swayed to the rhythm.

"Damn it, can you drive a little more steadily?!" Lu Mingfei yelled.

"Don't worry! There's no one on this road!" Fingel grabbed Lu Mingfei's hand. "Come on! Sway to the rhythm! Trust your senior's driving skills! When I fell off the cliff, you were still playing house in the mud with your elementary school classmate!"

"Cliff!" Lu Mingfei shouted, pointing ahead.

"What!" Fingel's head swayed rhythmically.

I said there was a cliff ahead!

"I saw!"

The Bugatti performed a thrilling drift; if the rear of the car had moved forward just ten centimeters, it would have had a close encounter with the metal guardrail, sparks flying everywhere.

The phrase "speed and passion" perfectly describes that moment.

A silver shadow flashed across the highway, leaving everything else behind.

The wind whipped Fingel's hair up, and he yelled so loudly, his foot pressed hard on the accelerator, as if if he stopped, something terrible would catch up with him and tear him to pieces.

Lu Mingfei stared at the crazy man. This was his worst ride ever, but he didn't complain. He just put on his sunglasses and yelled along with his senior.

Lu Mingfei trusted this man. When he entrusted his back to him in the game, the man would do everything he could to defend him. His game character always died before Lu Mingfei and Lao Tang.

They were celebrating in the bright sunshine.

...

Old Tang's phone was out of battery, so he leaned back on the motorcycle seat and fiddled with his old, black-screened phone.

Lu Mingfei and Finger said they would come to pick him up in person, but he really just wanted to ask if they had any drivers available to come and give him a ride. He was willing to pay for it. As for the price, a private driver might not be cheaper than an aid organization, but it wouldn't leave a record, in case any clues later implicated him.

Old Tang shared the download link for the navigation software that his employer had shared. Lu Mingfei agreed and told him to wait where he was, he would be right there.

He hid in the shade of a tree, looked up at the sky, and saw not a single cloud; it was like a vast blue sea.

The last cicada songs of summer lingered in my ears.

In North America, there is a thirteen-year cicada whose larvae burrow underground after hatching.

They spend most of their lives underground, surviving by sucking sap from tree roots.

In the thirteenth year after hatching, the nymphs of the same cicada species emerge from the soil at the same time, and within four to six weeks, they molt, mate, lay eggs, and then die.

The eggs hatch and burrow back into the soil, waiting for the next thirteen years.

Old Tang had seen a documentary on TV in a mahjong parlor. It showed how the thirteen-year cicada spends thirteen years underground just for a few short weeks; that's their sole purpose in life.

And what about him? What is the purpose of his life? Is it just to live?

He still doesn't understand this matter, but when he heard that someone was going to travel thousands of miles to pick him up, he suddenly felt that being alive seemed pretty good.

Chapter 83 Three People Together

The clanging sound of the train passing overhead was the most familiar sound to Lao Tang. His rented room was right below the high-speed rail, and he could hear the endless clanging sound day and night—the low murmur of the steel forest.

He rarely has the opportunity to calm down and breathe in the mountains of nature. There are mountains not far away, and when he stretches out his hand, he has the illusion of lifting the mountains up.

The sun hung high in the sky above the mountaintop. He glanced at the cheap digital watch on his wrist; it was 16:46 PM. Only an hour had passed since he sent the message to Lu Mingfei. He wondered if they could make it before sunset; it seemed unlikely.

As for the motorcycle... well, never mind, he's too lazy to care.