Dragon Raja: Lu Mingfei Returns from Sekiro

The room has only two hospital beds, separated by a blue curtain.

The walls are mainly gray and white, with a white ceiling light on the ceiling, and a large sycamore tree outside the window, which is considered auspicious in terms of feng shui.

Chu Zihang was lying on the bed by the window, and Fingel was right by the door.

Fingel was pale and weak, on an IV drip, his lips were white as if he had lost too much blood, the trash can was full of candy wrappers, and he kept chewing on them, as if he was eating candy.

Lu Mingfei took off his hat and mask, exhaled, and removed his sunglasses.

"Hahaha! Hahaha!" Fingel burst into laughter, his face jiggling. "Are you dressed like that to rob a bank? Why don't you put a pair of black stockings over your head? Hahaha! Hahaha!"

Lu Mingfei clenched his fist secretly. "Have you forgotten how much money you still owe me? Why don't we settle the score? How much money did you freeload off me for late-night snacks?"

"No, I was wrong, Brother Lu!" Fingel's voice immediately weakened. "Please forgive me this time, I am a magnanimous person."

He blinked, and it seemed as if there were bright little stars twinkling in his eyes.

Lu Mingfei felt a spasm in his stomach and goosebumps rose on his arms.

"You guys seem to have a good relationship." Chu Zihang put down "Dragon Family Genealogy: Professional Edition" and slightly turned his head towards them.

His complexion was much better than Finger's; although it was also pale, it was slightly rosy.

"Senior brother, hello there, long time no see..." Lu Mingfei scratched his head and greeted Chu Zihang.

Back in high school, Lu Mingfei did exchange a few words with Chu Zihang. For example, when Lu Mingfei's school uniform buttons were buttoned up wrong during morning exercises, Chu Zihang, as the head of the school's discipline inspection department, wearing a red armband, walked up to him and reminded him to pay attention to his appearance.

The two weren't exactly close, but they would greet each other when walking down the street.

"Didn't we meet during Freedom Day?" Chu Zihang said casually, "I never expected you to be so capable. I didn't realize it at all back in high school."

"Ha...haha..." Lu Mingfei thought to himself, you definitely wouldn't be able to tell, because when Chu Zihang was at Shilan High School, he hadn't even been to Ashina yet, he was just a real loser.

But now things have turned out differently; everyone has become a little dragon.

"I brought milk tea and snacks. Senior brother, have a cup. It's still hot." Lu Mingfei found a paper cup and poured a cup of milk tea for Chu Zihang.

“What about mine?” Fingel asked.

"Can't you pour it yourself?" Lu Mingfei said, but still poured milk tea for Fingel.

The rich aroma of milk and roses, combined with the mellow and sweet aftertaste of fine black tea, and the ability to chew on the pulp of longan and red dates with every sip, and most importantly, the temperature is just right, which should be specially considered for patients.

Chu Zihang took another sip of milk tea, silently watching the two people chatting and laughing on the hospital bed next to him, feeling a strange sensation.

He and Lu Mingfei spent two years in the same high school. They could see each other almost every school day, but their relationship remained lukewarm.

How many days have Fingel and Lu Mingfei known each other? A week? A month?

Even counting from the time they received the notification letter, Fingel and Lu Mingfei had known each other for no more than three months.

For some reason, Chu Zihang felt a sense of frustration.

Even if he lost to Caesar on a day of freedom, he had never felt this way.

"Senior brother, here's some snacks." Lu Mingfei brought a box of crispy cookies to Chu Zihang's bedside.

"Thank you." Chu Zihang picked up a piece and ate it with his milk tea.

“We all thought you went to study at a top American university, like MIT or Harvard, but we never expected you to be in Kassel.” Lu Mingfei started trying to get closer to you.

He was secretly plotting to get a set of tips for dealing with obsessive fans from Chu Zihang.

“I’m different from you. I came to Kassel on my own,” Chu Zihang said. “I heard you were admitted through an interview. What questions did they ask you during the interview?”

"Oh my god, I thought I was definitely going to get caught. They asked me if I believed in aliens and superpowers. I thought it was a TV prank show with hidden cameras filming my face." Lu Mingfei gestured wildly, his expression animated.

The most important thing when chatting with someone is the topic. If someone is interested in you, they will try to steer the conversation towards you.

When someone talks incessantly about themselves, it's clear that Chu Zihang is somewhat interested in them, so what he needs to do is respond positively and keep the conversation going.

They reminisced about the past, about their high school days. Chu Zihang said they could arrange a time to go back together during winter break, with a private car to pick them up from the airport, and his family's driver could take Lu Mingfei to his doorstep.

Lu Mingfei was surprised that his cold-faced senior brother was actually quite easy to get along with, and the three of them chatted quite enthusiastically in the room.

Before we knew it, it was noon, and the door was pushed open again.

Susie came in with a plastic insulated lunchbox; she was there to deliver food to Chu Zihang.

The moment she entered and saw Lu Mingfei, she paused for a moment.

Then she looked at Chu Zihang and was surprised to find a faint smile on his face.

"Dumplings and a fried egg, eat them while they're hot." Susie sat by the window, opened the lid of her lunchbox, and her long, soft black hair swayed in the slanting sunlight.

“Actually, I can eat the medical staff meals too,” Chu Zihang said.

"Don't you think it tastes bad?" Susie picked up her chopsticks again. "Pork and lotus root dumplings don't taste good when they're cold."

"Thank you for your trouble." Chu Zihang took the lunchbox and chopsticks.

The college's menu doesn't include dumplings, but these dumplings were plump, with a seasoned dipping sauce in a small groove on the edge of the box, from which white steam rose.

The fried egg was cooked on both sides, and Susie even knew exactly whether he preferred an egg cooked on one side or both.

"Sister Qian, don't you have any for me?" the shameless Fingel asked.

“Don’t you have Lu Mingfei?” Susie said.

“He only orders takeout for me. Nothing tastes as good as the dumplings that Qianmei makes herself!” Fingel sighed. “I’ve never eaten Chinese dumplings before. I’ve heard that Chinese people eat dumplings when it’s coldest in winter, otherwise their ears will freeze.”

"No, no, you got the order wrong. I remember the ears were frostbitten first, and then eating dumplings would make them better," Lu Mingfei said.

"It was the medical sage Zhang Zhongjing who invented 'dumplings,' which were called 'jiao'er' at that time. They were filled with mutton, chili peppers, and warming herbs, not meat filling."

Susie explained to the two: "During the Eastern Han Dynasty, he served as the governor of Changsha, visiting the sick and dispensing medicine, practicing medicine in the main hall. Later, he resigned and returned to his hometown to treat the sick. When he returned, it was winter. He saw that the villagers on both sides of the Baihe River were emaciated, hungry and cold, and many people's ears were frostbitten. So he made 'Jiao Er Qu Han Tang' to treat the villagers."

"Oh, I see." Lu Mingfei nodded. "I thought the most authentic dumplings were filled with pork and chives, but I didn't expect them to be filled with mutton and chili."

“The smell of chives is too strong; a lady wouldn’t like to eat it,” Fingel analyzed.

"Do you want some? I can make more tomorrow, but not tonight, I have to go to my lab class," Susie said.

"Really!" Lu Mingfei exclaimed in surprise. He hadn't had a chance to eat dumplings since he came back. Frozen dumplings just don't taste the same as handmade ones, and he really missed them.

"However, it will take a little longer, so it may be a bit later."

“I can help out!” Lu Mingfei patted his chest.

"Oh, right, Susie, here's some milk tea, it's still warm." He poured Susie a cup of milk tea, preparing for tomorrow's free meal.

Before long, his and Fingel's lunch arrived.

He didn't order takeout today, so he ate the medical meals provided by the nurses.

The menu includes vegetable salad, boiled eggs, and mashed potatoes.

It's packed with vegetable fiber, protein, and carbohydrates—very healthy—but the taste... plain.

The two of them could only watch longingly as the beautiful woman next door made dumplings.

Lu Mingfei and Su Xi exchanged contact information and agreed to make dumplings together at noon the next day. After that, the two left the ward.

Susie had classes in the afternoon, and with the president bedridden, all the Lionheart Club's affairs had to be handled by her as the vice president; she was actually very busy.

Lu Mingfei then carried the massive "Magic Mechanical Design Level 1" textbook to Professor Mans's office.

Pushing open the door, a long row of bookshelves, piled high with books, comes into view.

Professor Mans was sitting at his desk, seemingly working on his computer.

There's another unexpected person here too.

Principal Angers sat on the sofa and smiled: "Hello, Lu Mingfei. I was originally going to have Professor Guderian notify you to come to my office, but I ran into Mans on the way and he said you would be coming to his office at noon, so I came along."

"It mainly concerns your bonus payment and the signing of some confidential documents."

Chapter 110 Proposal Plan

The principal, carrying a stack of paper documents, led Lu Mingfei to sit at the desk where guests were received.

Each professor at Kassel College has their own spacious office, decorated to varying degrees according to their personal preferences.

Professor Mans and Professor Guderian's offices were quite different. The books and materials in the room were arranged in an orderly manner, and each bookshelf frame was labeled with the name and general content of the book placed in that column.

Professor Guderian's office was a mess, with A4 papers flying everywhere, trash cans overflowing with crumpled pieces of paper, and books lying open on the sofa or benches.

This room feels much more comfortable.

“I’ll only take up five minutes of your time, then I’ll be leaving soon,” Angers said.

"I'm going out for a smoke." Professor Mans rose from his chair.

“No need, just smoke here.” Angers smiled and met Mans’s gaze. “Lu Mingfei, do you mind?”

“I’m fine with anything,” Lu Mingfei said.

Professor Mans nodded, cut open a cigar, and went to the window to puff on it.

This is the first floor. Peeking out, you can see plenty of sunshine. Autumn leaves are scattered on the red floor tiles, and a gentle breeze blows, making the yellowing leaves tumble and dance.

"First, let's talk about your bonus." The principal handed over a new black card. "This contains a total of $1 million in cash, and your scholarship has been increased from $100,000 to $200,000 per year, which includes the bonus from the 'Kuimen' project and the bonus for killing the Dragon King."

"You might think this is a bit little, but there's no other way. Many of the academy's important facilities have suffered devastating damage, and we still need to repair the damaged buildings and provide compensation to the injured students." The principal took out a document: "Of course, we won't be so stingy with our heroes."

"You will have a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. The Equipment Department will tailor-make a piece of equipment for you according to your requirements, and this equipment will be permitted to use a 5-gram Philosopher's Stone."

“No, no, no, Principal, it’s not a small amount at all, it’s a lot! My God, a million dollars, I’ve never received so much money in my life.” Lu Mingfei took the black card.

Ninety-nine percent of Chinese people would never earn this much money in their entire lives. Logically speaking, Lu Mingfei should be happy because he can buy houses outright, and he can buy several at once, without having to bear the burden of mortgages like most people.

Or he could take the money and go out to enjoy himself, go to luxury hotels, go to Japanese bathhouses, enjoy the highest level of service, squander money and indulge in debauchery, eat the most expensive delicacies, eat caviar like sesame paste, and cut black truffles like garlic.

But he couldn't be happy at all, because some things money can't buy.

"You can discuss the specific details of your customized equipment with Professor Mans; he is one of the main designers in the equipment department." The principal placed the document in front of Lu Mingfei.

“I have a weapon now,” Lu Mingfei said. “The Wedge Ball is enough.”

"Is that knife called 'Wedge Maru'? It is indeed a fine knife, capable of piercing the heart of the Dragon King," Angers said.

"Wait... Principal, old... Norton, didn't he commit suicide?" Lu Mingfei asked in confusion.

Lu Mingfei witnessed Old Tang pierce his chest with a bone blade. At that moment, a bone spike extended from his wrist, transforming into the shape of a Japanese sword.

"After our examination and verification, the wound on Norton's chest matches your 'wedge' perfectly. If Norton committed suicide, how can this be explained?"