Dragon Raja: Lu Mingfei Returns from Sekiro

Although he has not yet been awarded tenure at Kassel College, Professor Guderian's level of expertise is beyond doubt.

“Professor Guderian, you’re just… covering up for him, aren’t you?” Shudeaki smiled wryly.

“I think Lu Mingfei fully deserves this praise; it’s just that you don’t know him well enough,” Nuonuo said.

“No…that’s right!” Professor Guderian, seeing someone backing him up, said resolutely, “He is a one-of-a-kind genius! A genius among geniuses!”

“I understand that the academy will give a lot of advantages to students with genetic advantages, but is this kind of protection too blatant?” Ye Sheng shook his head: “If that’s the case, what’s the point of our interviews?”

“S-level doesn’t need an interview, I think he can just enroll directly.” Nono rolled her eyes at Ye Sheng.

“Yes, he’s the only S-level candidate in decades. If our answers are unqualified, the principal won’t let us off the hook,” Professor Guderian said.

Ye Sheng and Jiu Deya exchanged a glance: "It really is... S-rank."

“You don’t need to question his skill level.” Nono slammed her hand on the table. “If he’s not S-rank, then there can’t be a second S-rank in the world.”

"Why have you been taking Lu Mingfei's side all day?" Shudeyaji squeezed Nuonuo's shoulder. "You're not the kind of girl who likes to praise others."

"Because he deserves it. I only respect people who are better than me."

"But he looks like an ordinary high school student. You didn't secretly go to see him behind our backs, did you?"

"No way, you know I would never do anything underhanded. I always prefer to do things the right way."

"Alright, students, quiet down." Professor Guderian waved his hand. "Without a doubt, Lu Mingfei has already stepped into Kassel with one foot in the door. Have you given him your acceptance letters?"

"We told him to go back and wait for our notification, but he put his hands in his pockets, turned around, and left," Ye Sheng said helplessly. "I thought that once the professor arrived, there would at least be a second round of interviews."

"My God! What are you doing!" Professor Guderian began to shout. "We have to call the students' parents right now!"

"Let me do it. I'm afraid that if you do it this way, the parents will think we have ulterior motives," Ye Sheng sighed.

...

On Thursday morning, Lu Mingfei's entire family went out.

The uncle, dressed in a sharp suit, lectured Lu Mingfei and Lu Mingze on the proper etiquette in such a high-class place. The aunt, with a complicated expression, looked around, pinched her cheek, and made sure she wasn't dreaming.

Oh my god, did Lu Mingfei really pass the interview?! That's a top-tier American school, is it a scam?!

"Would you like black tea or green tea? We also have hand-ground coffee and hot milk." A well-dressed waiter approached the table.

"What price range are they?" the uncle asked, displaying the air of someone who frequents high-end places.

"It's all free for guests in the presidential suite."

"American schools are really rich." My aunt casually ordered a cup of hot milk.

The difference between pure milk with its rich aroma and the diluted milk that can be bought for tens of yuan is enormous. It has a silky smooth and rich taste, and the temperature is just right, not too hot at all.

A burly old man with gray hair walked toward the large table by the window. He was dressed in a well-fitting suit and leaned on a walnut cane. Ye Sheng and Jiu Deyaji were holding his hands on his left and right, respectively.

Nono followed behind the three of them, carrying a suitcase. She was wearing the same purple dress as yesterday.

The handsome men and beautiful women, so imposing and awe-inspiring, made the uncle and aunt instinctively lower their heads.

"Hello, Lu Mingfei." Professor Guderian warmly shook Lu Mingfei's hand.

"Professor... hello." Lu Mingfei was a little flustered. "Your Mandarin is so good."

“I learned it from CCTV’s News Broadcast. Kassel College has fully popularized Chinese. Everyone knows that China will become the most powerful country in the world.” His eyes gleamed: “Join us, and all the students will speak Chinese. There’s no need for English.”

American schools speak Chinese? That's a joke, isn't it?

"Hello, Professor Gu, I am Lu Mingfei's uncle." The uncle interrupted forcefully.

"Thank you for nurturing such outstanding talents for the world." Professor Guderian shook hands with his uncle.

"A talent, truly a talent," the uncle thought to himself.

"Let's have breakfast." Ye Shengxian pulled out a seat for the professor, and after he sat down, the three of them sat across from each other at the table.

Breakfast included fresh salmon rolls and freshly squeezed lemon juice, served on sterling silver tableware that was both luxurious and elegant.

All the displeasure in his uncle's heart was wiped away by this aristocratic swagger.

The professor kept praising Lu Mingfei. Meanwhile, Ye Sheng, who had made ample preparations, took out a copy of the valuable university license registered with the U.S. Department of Education for his aunt to see, and also took out a photo album to introduce the various buildings of Kassel College.

The library, sports hall, concert hall... the college in the photo has a quaint style, like a renovated castle.

In addition, Nono and Jiudeya also took out various trophies from their suitcases, including those from sailing competitions, global computer competitions, jazz dances...

The gleaming gold trophy and the commemorative photos taken when they won the championship dazzled my aunt's eyes.

Ye Sheng said they had beaten the University of Chicago in the sailing race for three consecutive years.

Lu Mingfei patted his face; it felt cool and soft.

His grades are terrible, and he's not popular. What would such a prestigious school see in him? Is it that red-haired woman getting revenge on him?

Actually, this is a terrorist organization. The academy values ​​his combat ability. Once he enrolls, they'll put him in Afghanistan, holding an AK-47 and sitting in a helicopter. At crucial moments, a strong man like Schwarzenegger will kick his butt hard at the helicopter door, forcing him to shout "rush B! Fire! Fire!" on the battlefield.

Chapter Fourteen: Successful Enrollment

"Nono, your skin is so beautiful." Auntie held Nono's fair and tender hand and gently stroked it.

"No, it's all thanks to cosmetics." Nono took out a brand new bottle of Lancôme skincare lotion. "Sister, try this. It feels so good on your hands and face."

"Women should treat themselves better." She handed the lotion to her aunt.

"This...how could I possibly accept this?" The aunt hesitated for a moment, then pushed the emerald green lotion bottle back.

She had seen Lancôme commercials on TV; it's a high-end foreign brand, and a bottle of that must cost at least several hundred yuan.

"Keep it, sister. Look at your hands; I can tell you're busy at home every day. You must take good care of yourself," Nuonuo said sweetly.

The aunt felt like Bo Ya had met Zhong Ziqi; every word the little girl said resonated with her heart. This was true friendship!

The lousy man in her family doesn't understand her at all, and the children are a handful. She has to buy groceries and cook every day, and she has to worry about everything. She's practically become their nanny.

She also wanted to change into a formal dress, wear gold and silver jewelry, and dance on the dance floor.

She and Nuonuo hit it off immediately and became best friends in just a few minutes.

The two chatted enthusiastically, but most of the time it was the aunt who complained; it seemed that middle-aged women always had something to say.

Nuonuo would only respond with a few words occasionally, but when her aunt got to the sad parts, she would put her arm around her aunt's shoulder and call her "sister" repeatedly, making her aunt look decades younger.

"Women really do understand women," Lu Mingfei remarked.

However, the contrast was too great. He hadn't forgotten Nuonuo's stubborn face from a few days ago, which was as stubborn as a donkey's.

"Professor Gu, how much is your tuition per year?" the uncle asked nervously.

"Please don't worry about tuition fees. Lu Mingfei is a unique genius. We will not only admit him, but also give him a scholarship. I have decided to allocate $36000 from my own account each year for a scholarship, which will be enough for him to complete four years of college."

Upon hearing this, the entire family gasped in shock.

The aunt didn't even bother discussing skincare with the young, hot girl; she moved her chair closer to the uncle.

"Professor Gu... this... could there be some additional conditions? Like repayment afterward or something? We need to make things clear first."

“No! Absolutely not! The scholarship is a reward for your nephew because he is excellent!” Professor Guderian said righteously.

"That sounds fake." The uncle thought of the acrobatic troupe that came back to perform every year.

They claimed to be performing monkey shows and magic tricks, but the monkeys would just show up briefly and then start selling their cheap, low-quality medicated plasters. They wouldn't perform if no one bought them. They claimed it was free when they shouted through a megaphone, but you still had to pay.

There's no such thing as a free lunch. My uncle has been navigating the complexities of society for many years and has long since come to understand this principle.

"Of course, there are other reasons as well. Lu Mingfei's parents happen to be our honorary alumni and have made donations to the college. Under the same conditions, we will give priority to the children of alumni."

Oh, I see. Uncle understands immediately. No wonder such a prestigious college would admit Lu Mingfei; it all comes down to connections. He knows the process well.

"My parents?"

Lu Mingfei put down his soy milk. He didn't want to drink milk, so he asked the waiter if they had soy milk, and they did.

So they still remembered me? Knowing my child was having trouble getting into a good school, they had already made arrangements. That's the power of blood ties! It's so touching!

If his parents appear in front of him, he will definitely run up to them and give them a hug that lasts at least ten minutes.

“They care about you a lot,” Professor Guderian said. “Although I’ve never met them, I’ve heard they’ve been busy with very important projects, traveling all over the world non-stop. I have a picture of them here, as well as a letter your mother wrote to you.”

The professor took a photograph out of his jacket pocket and placed it on the table. It showed a summer garden, with the Kassel College in the distance bathed in the setting sun, and countless vine-covered walls in the foreground, their greenness deep and translucent.

A man and a woman strolled hand in hand through the vine-covered wall. The man wore a large white shirt and trousers with wide legs, and wooden slippers. The woman wore a pure white cotton dress.

Lu Mingfei grabbed the photo, looked at the handsome man and beautiful woman, and chuckled softly.

What a carefree couple! They're laughing so sweetly. Are they really that happy together?

He fantasized about strolling hand in hand with the girl he liked in a lush green garden, occasionally taking a bite out of her mouth. Sitting on a garden bench, the girl opened her mouth in the bright sunshine and said, "Feed me, or I won't eat."

Damn! He seems genuinely happy!

"They're both getting on in years, yet they're still so romantic," the aunt said, giving the uncle a reproachful look.

Lu Mingfei grinned foolishly: "Can I take this photo?"

“Of course, it was originally for you.” Professor Guderian handed over another letter.

The letter was very short; it was printed out and probably something like an email.

Dear Principal of Angers:

It's been a long time since we last contacted each other. I hope you're as healthy as before.

... "

Professor Guderian put the letter back in the envelope and handed it to Lu Mingfei. At the same time, he did something unexpected. In a very affectionate tone and with a not-so-standard pronunciation, he said, "Mingfei, your father and mother love you."

Everyone laughed. What was supposed to be a touching statement sounded comical coming from the old man's mouth.

"Are you relieved now? We're not liars!" Professor Guderian chuckled, scratching the back of his head. "The principal insisted that I deliver his greetings personally; he cares about you a lot too."

"Thank you." Lu Mingfei smiled. "I love my parents very much too."

"So, do you agree to enroll?"

"Of course, why would I refuse?"

“Come on, quickly sign this document.” Professor Guderian took out a stack of documents.

After signing his name, he took out a pure white notebook.