Dragon Raja: Lu Mingfei Returns from Sekiro

Lu Mingfei blocked the attack, but he didn't notice that Chun-Li's rage meter was full. When facing Chun-Li, whose rage can be amplified when it is full, the correct approach is to dodge, not to defend.

But he was cornered at the edge of the screen, with nowhere to hide.

He finally noticed the powerful attack bar radiating raging flames, but it was too late. The Thousand Crack Kick, which charged for a second, instantly emptied half of his health bar.

Erii quit the game again, seemingly bored, and joined the queue.

“Fight again!” Lu Mingfei sent the message.

Since he couldn't type in Japanese, he typed in English, and the other party quickly replied.

"Your heart is in chaos."

The translation of "Your heart is in turmoil" is this:

My mind is in turmoil...

Lu Mingfei put down the controller, slumped into the chair, and let out a long sigh.

He silently watched the accounts that had begun to line up, and asked:

tomo

"Can we fight again?"

"Azuya."

Erii agreed to his request and said she could.

Lu Mingfei sent an "OK" and went offline.

He turned off the TV and game console, lay on the bed, and covered his eyes with his hands.

The pale light fell onto my face through the gap between my palms.

The window was open, but there was no sound of wind. There was only one person in the room, and as long as he didn't make a sound or turn on the TV or computer, there would be no other noise.

The cicadas stopped making their annoying calls; they had completed their mission and perished after laying their eggs.

Lu Mingfei pulled out a scratched bank card from under his pillow. Its surface reflected light, felt rough, and was cold to the touch.

He carefully placed the card back under the pillow, pressed it down with the Maklov pistol, took off his coat, and went into the shower room to turn on the hot water.

He slowly took off his clothes and stood under the showerhead.

With a "splashing" sound, he closed his eyes as hot water washed over his head, the droplets gathering into trickles that flowed down his skin.

He tilted his head back, letting the water wash over his face.

He fumbled for the shampoo from memory, squeezed the slippery, milky-white shampoo into his palm, applied it to his wet hair, rubbed it to create white foam, and then rinsed the foam onto the smooth floor tiles, letting it flow into the drain along with the water.

Steam rose in the bathroom, and when I opened my eyes, everything was blurry; even the dry towel right next to me looked indistinct.

He dried his hair and closed his eyes again, listening to the sound of the flowing water.

He stood there like that for a long time, like an ascetic meditating under a waterfall, completely still...

...

The next morning, at eight o'clock, it was Professor Mans's class on Magic Mechanical Design Level 1.

Professor Mans stood on the podium and introduced the course content and passing standards.

"Listen carefully, this class is mandatory. I will be present every class. Don't think about skipping class or having someone else attend for you, and don't think about having someone else take attendance for you. Before the class starts, I have already memorized everyone's name and appearance. Remember to arrive at the classroom early. I will take attendance five minutes before the bell rings."

"In case of emergency, you can ask your advisor for leave, but you must ask for leave in advance and submit the leave slip to me before the start of the next class. I do not accept leave slips submitted after the fact."

"You have two chances to skip class, because the third time your grade will be failing. Class participation accounts for 20% of the total grade, the final experiment accounts for 30%, and the final exam accounts for 50%. You will lose 10 points for each time you are absent from roll call. Oh, right, I almost forgot to tell you, I will take attendance twice in one class."

Professor Mans spoke with a stern face, his scars adding to his imposing presence.

"Any further questions?" Professor Mans glanced at his watch. "If there are no problems, let's begin the lesson."

Silence reigned; no one dared to speak.

But one hand was raised; it belonged to Lu Mingfei.

Everyone stared at him, gasping in shock.

As expected of the Eternal Hunters, Lu Mingfei, the Dragon King Slayer, is terrifying enough to dare to challenge Professor Mans, who has been named "the most strict professor in the academy" and "the most unpopular professor in the academy" for ten consecutive years.

“Speak,” Professor Mans nodded.

"I'd like to ask... can I use my exemption privilege for this class?" Lu Mingfei swallowed.

Professor Mans was putting too much pressure on him. When he participated in the Kuimen Project, the principal promised him the privilege of being exempt from two courses. He only opened the book for the first time when he arrived in class today, and his head started to throb at first glance. Coupled with Professor Mans's terrifying reputation of "a perfect score of 60", he decided without hesitation to use one of his skills on the first level of Magical Mechanical Design.

“Of course you can,” Professor Mans said. “If you want to skip it, I won’t say anything, because it’s your choice. But I’ll remind you of one thing: this course is required, and I will also be teaching the Level 2 required course in Magic Design next semester.”

"Are you sure you want to use your privilege, Lu Mingfei?" Mans took out a list and pen. "If you want to use it, I'll cross your name off right now, and I'll give you full marks. You won't need to come to class this semester."

The two met eyes, and the air suddenly became quiet. The students held their breath, including many second-year students who had failed courses last semester and were now repeating the course.

Perhaps they are about to witness a miracle: the first student to get a perfect score in Professor Mans' class. Even Chu Zihang and Caesar only managed a meager 90 points in that class back then.

Unfortunately, Lu Mingfei was defeated in the unseen battle.

"Alright, Professor, I'll listen attentively in class." He sat obediently on the bench.

"Don't get carried away just because you killed the Dragon King." Professor Mans sneered. "I admit that you have a natural talent for slaying dragons, but arrogance is always one of the greatest enemies that hinders a person's growth. Today you can skip the exam and skip class, but tomorrow you will die in the dragon's mouth because you can't find a solution to the malfunction of the alchemy equipment."

"Thank you for your guidance, Professor." Lu Mingfei sat up straight.

"Now, students, turn to the table of contents." Professor Mans placed his hands on the podium, and the projector displayed the PowerPoint presentation he had created.

"First, let me explain to you what Magic Mechanics is and how it differs from ordinary mechanics..."

Professor Mans, without bringing any materials or books, stood on the podium and began to speak vividly.

When he lectures, he can pinpoint the exact page and paragraph of a book, reciting it word for word. He also interweaves various vivid and interesting anecdotes, making his lectures anything but boring; on the contrary, they are quite entertaining.

However, when it came to assigning homework, no one thought that way anymore.

"Before the next class, write me a paper of more than 5000 words. You can choose any topic related to magical mechanics. Lu Mingfei, stay behind. The rest of you, get out of class dismissed."

The students groaned and left the classroom, but some stood quietly at the door, peeking through the crack to see how Iron-Faced Mans would teach Lu Mingfei a lesson.

"Professor, is there anything else?" Lu Mingfei felt a little uneasy.

He had never written a paper before, and he struggled to write an 800-word essay in Chinese class. Professor Mans was asking them to write 5000 words! Wasn't that going to kill him?

The key issue is that Thursday is the second session of Magic Mechanics, which means he only has three days. How is it possible for him to finish that?

“Lu Mingfei, I know you’re different from other students; your academic performance has many flaws,” Mans said calmly. “But that’s no excuse for you to be lazy. Starting today, come to my office for extra lessons from Monday to Friday at noon.”

"I will guide you in writing your paper, and the word count will be increased to 8000 words. After lunch, I will be waiting for you in my office at one o'clock. Of course, you can choose not to come, but if the paper you submit on Thursday is not up to standard, I will deduct from your participation grade according to the standard, and invite you to my office to revise the paper. Do you understand?"

Professor Mans' face was like a cold, hard iron plate.

"I...I heard you clearly..." Lu Mingfei once again felt the greatness of the teaching profession and the humility of being a student.

Professor Mans looked at Lu Mingfei's face and suddenly revealed an extremely ugly smile.

"Actually, Magic Mechanical Design isn't as difficult as you think. Feel free to ask me any questions. If I'm not in the office, you can call me." He patted Lu Mingfei on the shoulder and walked out of the classroom.

The students who were peeping immediately got goosebumps all over, as if they had seen something terrifying.

Chapter 109 Visiting the Sick

After class, Lu Mingfei, wearing a mask and a baseball cap, looked around and sneaked to the first floor of the cafeteria.

When the waiter saw him enter, he quickly led him to the back kitchen, closed the small iron door, and locked it.

It was the same familiar man, the conductor at Caesar's banquet that day, and the waiter who usually delivered takeout for Lu Mingfei.

After entering the room, Lu Mingfei finally breathed a long sigh of relief and pulled down his mask.

"Did no one notice?" the waiter asked.

"Don't worry, I climbed down from the water pipe by the window of the teaching building. No one saw me from the main entrance. I was very careful the whole way," Lu Mingfei said.

"That's good, otherwise the traffic will be congested again." The waiter took out a purple clay teapot, scooped four tablespoons of dry tea leaves into an iron pot with a small iron spoon, then added pure milk and put it on the stove to start boiling.

"You should have told me sooner, I could have delivered the milk tea to your room." The waiter then took out longan, rose petals, and red dates. He first sprinkled the rose petals into the milk, then peeled the longan, removed the pits, and poured the pulp into it. Finally, he cut open the red dates and added them to the milk.

“It’s alright, I’ll take it myself,” Lu Mingfei said.

“But what if you get caught?” The waiter gently stirred the milk with a copper spoon to heat it thoroughly and mix it with the ingredients. “You should learn from Caesar and Chu Zihang. Hiding all day won’t do any good. Either respond actively or be indifferent and just walk past without giving any reaction.”

"Sigh..." Lu Mingfei sighed, not knowing what to say.

He only remembered who Chu Zihang was on Saturday.

The top scholar on the "List of Those Who Deserve to Be Killed" is Lu Mingfei, a superstar from Shilan High School in his hometown, who has countless female fans. Liu Miaomiao, the beautiful pianist in his class, is one of Chu Zihang's fans.

Other kids get picked up from school in Maybachs, which is nothing compared to him. And then there's Caesar, who gets a Bugatti Veyron just for free, refusing to let Lu Mingfei return the keys. These two guys are the real chosen ones, the center of attention since childhood, so of course they know how to handle being chased by celebrities.

But Lu Mingfei is different; he's just a minor character.

He watched his classmates receive awards on stage at the parent-teacher conference, while the first-place runner in the 1000-meter race at the sports meet crossed the finish line, leaving him a full lap behind. Chen Wenwen was running alongside him and completed the entire race. In the end, he came in last place, dragging down the average performance of the whole class at the sports meet.

When Chu Zihang played the cello at the freshman party, he clapped loudly in the audience and told the classmate next to him that Chu Zihang was really awesome. Then, after the party ended, he helped carry Chen Wenwen's chair back to the classroom, panting heavily from exhaustion.

He had never received so much attention from people since he was a child. In Ashina, he was just a shadow hidden in the shadows. Suddenly he was exposed to the sunlight. It would be too much to ask him to stand in front of the crowd and say something frivolous like Caesar.

He has a gentle temperament. The female students were holding his hand and whispering to him that they wanted his autograph. Could he really just shake his hand and say that he wasn't interested in women?

And don't forget, he's also very popular among men. According to statistics, the general public in the United States believes that 23% of them are 'gay' or 'lesbian', which means that one in four people may have designs on his body.

"Do you have any good ideas on how to solve this?" Lu Mingfei sat on a stool, watching the waiter make milk tea.

The waiter's movements were elegant and graceful, reminding him of Sebastian from "Black Butler." If he needed anything, he could just tell Sebastian, and the devilish butler would kneel down and say, "Yes, young master," with a wicked smile, as he carried out his master's task.

Whether it's murder and arson, or cleaning up a house and brewing red tea, she can do it perfectly, making her the ultimate tool.

"I'm just a lowly worker, how would I know?" the waiter said. "I think you can ask Chu Zihang for advice. He has experience in this area. When he enrolled, although there wasn't as much of a stir as yours, and he achieved the feat of killing the Dragon King's twins within a week of enrolling, there were still quite a few girls chasing after him all over the academy back then."

The milk tea was simmering over a low flame, while the waiter presented some baked desserts in an elegant gift box.

Lu Mingfei sat on the bench, carefully considering the waiter's suggestion.

...

School Hospital, Room 201.

A person wearing sunglasses, a mask, and a baseball cap, completely covered up, barged in. He carried a teapot in his left hand and a snack box in his right. After entering, he placed the items on the cabinet next to the ward.