Dragon Raja: Lu Mingfei Returns from Sekiro

He couldn't bear to see the chubby boy's tears and snot smeared everywhere, so he ran into the small house to continue preparing for tomorrow's interview.

"Old Tang, why are you so dirty?" On the screen, Old Tang's work clothes were covered in mud, as if he had fallen face-first into the mud.

"I picked up some work today, but let's not talk about that now. Let's get back to the main point... "

"Follow me, the great faculty is the key reason, and your college have vary good research atmosphere..."

“The great faculty is the key reason, and your college has a great research atmosphere…” Lu Mingfei followed Lao Tang word by word.

Chapter Ten: The Interview

Wednesday morning, Regent Hotel.

This is the only five-star hotel in this southern city, part of a global chain.

My uncle loves to drink tea and chat with his friends in the lobby here, until the waiter refills his cups and turns the strong tea into plain water. This way, the cost is not high, and he can still feel the sense of accomplishment of enjoying world-class service.

His uncle drove Lu Mingfei to the hotel entrance in his BMW. He had already been excused from school, so Lu Mingfei didn't have to go to school this morning.

Lu Mingfei had never been through the glass doors of a hotel before. He stared wide-eyed, looking around like a country bumpkin who had never seen the world.

"This hotel is fucking luxurious! American schools are fucking rich."

The magnificent lobby, with a crystal chandelier hanging from the high dome, and beautiful women in uniforms standing straight at the hotel entrance with smiles on their faces, hearing "Welcome" from their red lips, even the most upset mood would be lifted.

"Hello, are you here for an interview at Kassel College?" the tall young woman asked softly.

"Correct."

"Please follow me." She bowed slightly, politely opened the glass door, and only after Lu Mingfei's left and right feet were both on the bright red carpet at the doorway did she gently close the door and lead the way.

He took the elevator to the executive floor, where seventeen seats were laid out in front of him, many of which were already occupied.

Su Xiaoqiang, Liu Miaomiao, Chen Wenwen, and Zhao Menghua were all there, along with some others whose names I recognized but couldn't recall. It seemed they all came from their school.

"Lu Mingfei?" Everyone who knew him exclaimed in surprise.

Everyone in the class knows this notorious loser, and no one would have imagined that he would be here for an interview today.

He greeted his classmates while holding the envelope in his hand, and casually sat down in an empty seat.

As the saying goes, "With grain at home, one has nothing to fear." He was a wealthy man with $100,000 in hand, so he could confidently book this entire hotel.

He landed firmly on the chair with his buttocks. If you added a beer belly to his head, he'd be so imposing that even the bureau chief would have to offer him a few drinks.

There was a pen and a form on the chair, on which you needed to fill in things like your name and age.

As he filled out the form, he glanced around furtively. Everyone seemed to have come prepared, each a formidable opponent.

Zhao Menghua's pronunciation goes without saying; his family spent a lot of money hiring a foreign teacher for him. Su Xiaoqiang spent a year in the United States during junior high school, and Chen Wenwen also carefully matched his clothes. At first glance, they looked like aristocratic children from a British school.

He glanced at it and knew that his chances of being accepted were almost zero.

The battle begins the moment you step into the hotel; only the strongest and most dazzling can devour the beef offal and catch the eye of the American school examiners.

I read online that American schools are very stingy, with Harvard only admitting a few students from China each year, so this school is probably similar.

My aunt said that their professors are top students who graduated from Harvard and only recruit the elite of the elite.

His aunt and uncle didn't expect him to be accepted at all; they just hoped he could become a familiar face and gain interview experience so they could tell Lu Mingze about it when they got back.

After all, his aunt was willing to spend money to enroll him in an American study abroad program, just to pave the way for Lu Mingze.

Although Lu Mingze's grades are not bad, they are still some distance from Tsinghua University, Peking University, and the top 5 universities. If he could go abroad and become a returned overseas student, he would naturally be very proud and could brag to the neighbor's aunt for the rest of his life when he goes grocery shopping.

The waiter served tea and snacks, a cup of hot milk and a freshly baked croissant. Tearing off a piece of soft bread and soaking it in the milk was quite a unique experience.

To be honest, he thought this tasted similar to soy milk and fried dough sticks, but the price was dozens of times higher. If today's meal hadn't been free, he would have definitely gone downstairs to find a stall for breakfast.

Just as he was enjoying his lavish breakfast, a bright sight suddenly caught everyone's attention.

Her high heels clicked on the hotel's marble floor, and her tall, perfectly proportioned figure emerged from the elevator entrance.

Her bangs were neatly combed, and her burgundy hair was tied up, giving her a powerful presence.

Chen Motong was dressed in a deep purple dress with trousers slit all the way up to her fair and smooth thighs. She wore silver four-leaf clover earrings and light blue ornaments on her wrists. Her cold and disdainful expression made her look like a queen in power.

Except for Lu Mingfei, all the young boys present blushed and their hearts pounded, their eyes practically popping out of their sockets to explore the mysterious garden beneath the beautiful girl's pants.

She walked to the door and glanced at all the guests present. The boys and girls couldn't help but lower their heads when their eyes met hers, including the proud Zhao Menghua. Only the little angel Su Xiaoqiang stubbornly looked her straight in the eyes, but her gaze didn't linger on Su Xiaoqiang's face for even a second.

Lu Mingfei, however, was the only one she glared at fiercely for a while before using her left hand to open the door and storming inside.

"Lu Mingfei, did you step on the examiner's shoes?" Chen Wenwen whispered. "Her eyes looked like she wanted to devour you."

"Is she an examiner?" Lu Mingfei felt a chill in his heart.

Now it's all over. Although he didn't dirty the beautiful woman's elegant shoes, he held a steel knife to her neck yesterday!

Well, what a wasted trip.

Seriously though, are all American girls this hot? They dare to ride a ghost bike and slash people with a steel knife in broad daylight?

He definitely wouldn't be able to accept his future wife if she had this kind of personality.

In his vision, his lover must be a gentle woman with long hair who will considerately come over and help him take off his coat hood and put it on the coat rack in the entryway when he returns home in the evening.

There was a steaming bowl of food and soup on the table, and he sat opposite him, grumbling.

Sometimes he washes the dishes, sometimes his wife does. When it gets late at night, the two of them snuggle in bed and whisper sweet nothings.

"Let's have a child." He would say with a mischievous grin as he pulled his arm around his beloved girl.

The girl blushed and playfully punched his chest with her little fists, but she didn't refuse. She just nodded slightly, contributing her meager strength to the great demographic dividend.

This is the ideal married life!

He thought of Mi Niang again. Although her whole body was as cold as ice, her heart was incredibly warm, like a candle flame—not dazzling, not intimidating, but able to gradually warm the heart that had fallen into the abyss.

"Has Liu Miaomiao arrived?" A deep, steady male voice shattered Lu Mingfei's illusion.

The door to the inner conference room was pushed open, and a tall, thin young man walked out from behind the door, speaking fluent and authentic Mandarin, with a distinctly Chinese face.

He was wearing a dark green suit with thin silver trim on the collar, and gold buttons and cuffs that gleamed. A badge with silver thread was embroidered on his chest, resembling a half-withered tree. It looked like a school uniform, but Lu Mingfei had never seen such an exquisite school uniform before.

"Here!" The pretty piano player stood up abruptly, her voice trembling slightly.

"I am examiner Ye Sheng, please follow me." He grinned, revealing his snow-white teeth.

Chapter Eleven: The Piglets Emerge from the Cage

Liu Miaomiao walked in with Ye Sheng with elegant steps, and the door closed immediately. The remaining people turned to look at each other, none of them able to hide the tension on their faces.

"Hey, did you guys search for the website for Kassel College online?" Zhao Menghua lowered his voice. "It's supposedly a prestigious school, and many Harvard professors have transferred there to teach."

“Hmm.” Chen Wenwen nodded. “But I received an interview invitation even though I hadn’t applied to their school.”

“That’s how top universities are; they don’t care about application fees, they only look at applicants’ qualifications,” Zhao Menghua said.

"Judging by character alone, how could someone like him have gotten in?" Su Xiaoqiang glanced at Lu Mingfei sideways.

Lu Mingfei helplessly spread his hands and shrugged, saying nothing. He knew he was just there to make up the numbers anyway.

However, before they could continue their discussion, the door was pushed open.

Ye Sheng put his hands together and made an apologetic gesture.

The little piano prodigy couldn't even last a minute. She covered her eyes with her hand, her slender body trembled slightly, grabbed her schoolbag, turned around, and ran out.

“Su Xiaoqiang,” Ye Sheng said.

The little fairy also stood up abruptly and walked stiffly into the room.

Looking at the closed gate, Lu Mingfei chuckled.

"Don't laugh, aren't you afraid?" Chen Wenwen nudged Lu Mingfei's shoulder.

"What am I afraid of? I'm just a nobody." He put his hands behind his head and stretched out his legs as if he were sitting in a recliner.

When the little fairy came out, her face was flushed red. "You're bullying me!"

She yelled angrily at Ye Sheng, who smiled politely. She felt like she had punched a cotton ball, so she slung her backpack over her shoulder and stormed off.

The interviewer didn't seem to be conducting an interview; it was more like stamping a pig's tail. He pressed the red stamp on the piglets' rear ends and then impatiently shouted "Next!" before loading the previous pig onto the back of the truck.

Time passed slowly, and everyone outside remained silent.

Zhao Menghua, who was known as the top student in oral English among senior high school students, couldn't even last two minutes. When he was brought out, his eyes were blank, as if he was thinking, "Who killed me? And who did I kill?"

One by one, the little pigs went in as if they were being rushed to the dining table, and were then cooked and sent out. The seats became empty, leaving only Lu Mingfei and Chen Wenwen. Less than half an hour had passed since the interview began.

“Chen Wenwen,” Ye Sheng said.

He was sketching on a piece of paper with a black ballpoint pen, and the more you looked at him, the more he resembled a buyer coming to a slaughterhouse to collect meat.

Chen Wenwen lasted the longest, actually breaking the three-minute limit. When she came out, she had no expression and kept her head down, looking at her toes.

"Lu Mingfei." Ye Sheng waved to him, "The last one is you."

Strange, he had never seen Ye Sheng before. Could it be that the woman who was as spicy as a chili pepper told Ye Sheng?

He followed Ye Sheng into the conference room.

The room was empty. Only two women sat around the large conference table that could seat dozens of people. One was a hot redhead, and the other had a sweet smile. She was wearing the same uniform as Ye Sheng, except it was a skirt suit with a rose-red lace scarf tucked into her neckline.

"My name is Chen Motong, and I'm the interviewer for this interview. You can also call me Nuonuo." Chen Motong propped her long legs on the table, crossed her arms, and pouted as high as a swan's raised neck, as if afraid others wouldn't know she was in a bad mood.

"My name is Shutoku Aki, and I am also an examiner." The sweet-looking girl stood up and bowed to Lu Mingfei in a typical Japanese manner.

She is like a Yamato Nadeshiko, and Yamato Nadeshiko are all very gentle. Mi Niang is also a Yamato Nadeshiko.

The two figures seemed to overlap, and he seemed to have returned to the shrine of Xianfeng Temple. Jiulang was residing in Mi Niang's body, and they were about to set off on a journey to return the power of the Dragon's Blood.

In that instant, many images flashed before Lu Mingfei's eyes.

It was raining heavily outside. He dragged his battered body, covered in mud, and blew his whistle as he waited for Jiulang at the agreed-upon location.

He was completely exhausted and lay on his back on the ground, breathing heavily. But when he heard footsteps, he immediately straightened up, stood up, patted his face, and smiled.

Jiulang's eyes were full of unease. He seemed to have fallen many times. Lu Mingfei smiled and used his inner garment to wipe the mud off his face.

He patted Jiulang's head, knelt down on one knee, and pointed to his back.

For some reason, the panic and unease in Jiulang's eyes disappeared.