Dragon Raja: Lu Mingfei Returns from Sekiro

A young girl stepped into the light, her silver high heels supporting her snow-white heels, the rhinestones reflecting a dazzling brilliance, like a pair of crystal shoes from a fairy tale.

Her originally petite figure suddenly became more upright under the high heels. Her tightened abdomen and raised chest made her look graceful and stunning. However, her expressionless face remained as frozen as ice.

Ling walked to the flower bed and put her hand on Lu Mingze's neck.

She lifted one slender leg, and Lu Mingze supported the girl's waist. The 1.55-meter-tall Ling and the short Lu Mingze stood together, surprisingly well-matched.

Her movements stopped; it was a classic ballet pose, like the death of a swan, so beautiful it sent a shiver down one's spine.

As the tango music played, Zero slowly lowered her legs, and Lu Mingze danced with the girl in front of him.

Zero's heels left the ground; she only touched the ground with her toes, and her heels wouldn't touch the ground until the dance was over.

It was such a beautiful dance, like a peacock spreading its tail feathers, as if they weren't following the rhythm of the music, but rather the band was playing music according to their dance steps.

Even when they weren't on the dance floor, the dancing shadows of men and women couldn't steal their spotlight, until a burly shadow forcefully barged in.

The strong figure stood still, seemingly gazing at something. The streetlights in the distance seemed to be in his arms, flashing incessantly. Lu Mingfei thought to himself, "Perhaps the academy should check if the streetlights' warranty cards have expired."

He stared at the broken streetlamp and thought it was quite amusing; its pulsating rhythm was almost identical to the rhythm of music. "Do you want to dance too?" he thought. "But you're just a stationary streetlamp."

The massive shadow swayed powerfully, its movements perfectly synchronized with the flickering rhythm of the streetlight—it was a joke! Who would appreciate the dance between the streetlight and its shadow?

Lu Mingfei shook his head, watching Ling and Lu Mingze dancing.

He was the only one appreciating this beautiful and moving dance, and he felt a pang of regret. How should such a beautiful thing be recorded?

He took out his phone and adjusted the angle to take a picture.

The dance music marched powerfully into its climax, with a strong momentum. The imposing figure of the man pushed all the figures in the center of the dance floor outwards. His shadow overlapped with Zero's shadow, and the dance, equally vigorous and powerful, swayed smoothly.

As the music grew more and more exciting, Lu Mingze's dance steps were just as impressive, even more powerful. Ling, who was wearing high heels, was half a head taller than him, but it looked as if he was the one in control.

"Brother, this last part is up to you." Lu Mingze said to him, "Remember to hold the girl's hand, or she'll fall."

Lu Mingze's figure was hidden in the darkness. All the other shadows stopped, but Ling did not. Her skirt fluttered, and her palms were facing upwards. She seemed to be trying to spin around using a certain point as support, but her palms were empty. If she spun like that, she would definitely fall to the ground.

Lu Mingfei quickly put down his phone, jumped over, and grabbed the girl's cold hand.

In that instant, it seemed as if all the light was focused on her. Silver light swirled on her shoes, and the sound of her heels striking the ground formed a series of rapid beats. Lu Mingfei raised his arm high to give her more convenient support.

If he lets go, the girl will become a spinning top that loses its balance and crashes onto the concrete.

He could feel Zero's complete trust in him, but he didn't know where this trust came from. All he could do was hold Zero's hand with all his might.

Chapter 87 Discussing Heroes Over Wine

Ling, carrying her high heels, changed into black flat leather shoes.

"Do you know him?" Lu Mingfei asked.

"Who?" Zero asked.

The person you were dancing with just now.

"Weren't you the only one dancing with me just now?" Zero left behind her tall, straight back and turned to walk into the darkness, seemingly not intending to continue attending the banquet.

Lu Mingfei opened his phone and played the video from earlier. The screen showed only Zero dancing alone, her hand resting on the air as she stared at a non-existent person.

...

Inside the hall, Fingel, with a rose between his teeth, bent over with a confident smile on his face.

Old Tang was held in his arms, his hands forcefully pushing his big face outwards.

“The music is over! The music is over!” he roared, breaking free from Fingel’s embrace.

Fingel seemed still immersed in the dance music. He stood there in a pose for seven or eight seconds before slowly getting up and retreating from the center of the dance floor.

The room was buzzing with discussion, people chattering away about something.

Applause, powerful applause! Caesar clapped, and Nono joined in.

"I didn't know you had this special skill," Nono said to Fingel.

“I have many special skills,” Fingel said, his nose pointing skyward.

"I hope you can find a female companion to dance with next time." Nono raised her glass and took a small sip.

Lu Mingfei then squeezed in through the door. "Old Tang, what's wrong?"

Old Tang's clothes were a bit disheveled, his suit buttons were loose, and his tie was crooked. People around him were looking at him strangely.

"Nothing." His face was ashen. He buttoned up his shirt, tore off a piece of meat from the roasted pork knuckle, and glared fiercely at Fingel.

"Now, please welcome the student council president to give a speech." A minister tapped the microphone on the second-floor platform.

The guests looked away and turned to Caesar, who was holding a glass of brandy.

Caesar handed the wine glass to the waiter and went up the stairs to the second floor.

Standing in front of the microphone, he looked like a commander inspecting his troops, his gaze sweeping across the crowd.

"Since I became president of the student council, I have defeated the Lionheart Society and captured Chu Zihang." Caesar said, "I have penetrated deep into Kassel and reached the Norton Building. For two years, I have been invincible and have lived up to the ambition of a great man."

"But today, both the Lionheart Society and the Student Council have been destroyed by one man."

Caesar's gaze pierced Lu Mingfei, immediately creating a tense atmosphere of tension.

“Lu Mingfei.” Caesar’s face was stern. “He is a freshman from China. I’m sure everyone knows him, so I won’t go into details.”

“I was very disappointed when I first came here,” Caesar said. “Because there are too many people here, elites, and there will never be the majority.”

This opening remark created a cold atmosphere, but then Caesar smiled faintly: "Thank you all for coming. It's a pleasure to see the most elite people gathered here. My guests can only be the elite!"

After a moment of silence, some cadres applauded loudly, and then everyone applauded.

“This guy looks even more arrogant than you,” Old Tang whispered in Lu Mingfei’s ear.

“It’s not just about appearances; he really is more arrogant than me.” Lu Mingfei clapped his hands and said softly, “I’m just chubby, but he’s got real substance.”

"Awesome." Old Tang gave a thumbs up, then kicked Fingel's butt hard. Fingel was the one leading the applause, which meant he was very touched by Caesar's appreciation. However, Old Tang didn't kick him for that pointless reason; he just wanted to kick the bastard's ass.

“I like to work with excellent people.” Caesar gestured for everyone to be quiet. “Because they are smart and won’t waste each other’s time and energy. I have always believed that in making important decisions, only the most elite group of people should give their opinions, because they are smart enough not to make big mistakes. The world is foolish; they can only see things within their own limits. They are short-sighted and ignorant.”

"The same applies to Kassel College; only the elite are qualified to speak!"

"So who should make that sound?" he asked, looking down.

"Caesar!" a henchman shouted.

"No, not me, but us!" Caesar raised his voice. "We are the best!"

The applause immediately doubled in volume.

"..."

Caesar was like a highly energized orator, waving his arms vigorously as he rambled on and on. Fingel looked like he was about to burst into tears, but Old Tang and Lu Mingfei were discussing how much Caesar's clothes would cost in the end.

I guess 5000.

"That's too little, you should add at least one more zero."

"..."

The two men clapped as they tried to identify the brand of Caesar's clothes, but they couldn't recognize them at all, because they were custom-made by a famous craftsman and there was only one set in the world.

"Lu Mingfei!" Caesar's voice came from above, "Please come up and stand with me. You can refuse."

Lu Mingfei looked up and met those icy blue eyes. Everyone was watching him, forcing him to make a choice: join the student council or refuse.

As soon as he went up and stood next to Caesar, the news of his joining the student council would spread throughout the forum within ten minutes.

Lu Mingfei felt a headache coming on. He had just gotten a free meal, and if they didn't even give him this much face, they would really be ungrateful. But if he went up to them, even if he later refused Caesar's invitation, trouble would follow.

Good heavens, all he wanted was to graduate with a proper degree, not to become one of the four kings of the student council and then be inexplicably hung on the pillar of shame by a transfer student.

Caesar's actions are reminiscent of Cao Cao and Liu Bei discussing heroes over wine.

"The only heroes in the world are you, my lord, and Cao Cao." Caesar has already made his move.

However, Liu Bei was able to use the thunder as an excuse to throw away his chopsticks and say, "The power of a single thunderclap is so great," to get away with it, while Lu Mingfei was the focus of everyone's attention.

He scratched his head and pulled Fingel over: "I'll listen to my older brother."

The air seemed to freeze for a few seconds, then Caesar suddenly burst into laughter: "Hahaha, hahahahaha!"

“Coming to Kassel College was definitely the right choice.” Caesar glanced at Lu Mingfei, clapped his hands, and a waiter brought in a pile of exquisite gift boxes on a trolley. Inside were custom-made student council uniforms, and on each box was Caesar’s handwritten name and blessing.

"As the president of this year's student council, I welcome you to the student council. Go and collect your uniforms. The banquet continues, please enjoy." Caesar stepped down from the stage, returned to Nono's side, and began talking to the red-haired girl.

"Aren't you going to ask him what he thinks?" Nono handed Caesar's brandy to him.

“His eyes have already told me.” Caesar downed the wine in one gulp.

"How about we dance?" He extended his hand in invitation. "You look beautiful today."

Even when the band plays soothing music, you can still go to the center of the hall to dance or go to the dining table to pick up some food.

“I hate everyone today,” Nono said, giving him her hand.

"Then let's take them all down." They stepped onto the dance floor, becoming the center of attention and the brightest light.

The trio picked up their plates and quickly ate their rice.

...

Late at night, the three of them staggered along the road.

They drank too much and ate too much; their stomachs were bulging.

Under the pale yellow streetlights, white moths fluttered their pink wings, chasing the light. The old man stood there, seemingly having waited for a long time.

"Lu Mingfei, do you have a moment?" Principal Angers said with a smile, holding a stack of documents in his hand, with a navy blue Montblanc fountain pen clipped to his breast pocket.

Chapter 88 The Kuimen Plan

Lu Mingfei arrived at the principal's office once again. Last time it was during the day, but now it was night. The doors and windows of the room were tightly closed, and a black curtain blocked the view outside.

"So what's your decision?" The principal smiled, his eyes narrowed.

"Do we have to leave tomorrow?" Lu Mingfei asked.

“If you’re willing to participate, you’ll need to travel to the Three Gorges of China with Professor Mans Rundstedt on a private plane at 8 a.m. tomorrow.” The principal handed the documents and a navy blue pen to Lu Mingfei. “Of course, you can refuse; no one will force you. If you don’t want to return to China so soon, then sign this confidentiality agreement.”