Chapter 165 The Frightened Fingel

The quality of this uniform is really good.

Lu Mingfei thought so as he dragged Fingel's trousers forward.

The lights were so bright that they could be described as brilliant, and the corridors were spotlessly clean. Although it only took half a day to clean up, the Student Union did not leave Norton Hall in a mess for S-class.

On the contrary, it can be said that this place is simply overly magnificent, like a palace.

Of course, neither of the two people present would think so.

It may be an exaggeration to say it, but this is the fact. That is to say, both Ling and Lu Mingfei have the experience of living in the palace. It is the kind of palace in the true sense where the emperor once lived or is currently living. , which is completely different from those things that say "Noble Courtyard" or "Royal Villa" on the door plate, but in fact they are just the developers who randomly found a drunken designer to draw a picture and cut corners to make it.

The so-called layout, mind, and taste are actually like this. Once you have been to a high enough place and experienced enough unique scenery, you will naturally develop a sense of indifference. No matter what kind of luxury you see again in the future, it will be just a word. It’s okay to say that it looks really good.

By now, Lu Mingfei's information had been circulated among the Night Watchmen. His past life was unreservedly presented to the mixed-races, and the elites also observed it carefully with great enthusiasm.

Fingel was absolutely right in saying that, whether Lu Mingfei admitted it or not, at this moment he was the focus of all Kassel students, including graduates.

Or, more accurately, a rising legend.

It doesn’t even have to be compared to the heroes of history.

There is another living example in modern times.

Angers.

The S-class boy designated by the old man was recognized by him and enjoyed the same status.

If that's all, people can still say that the old man may be old. It is possible for someone who is one hundred and thirty years old to miss something occasionally.

But Lu Mingfei proved his class with his actions.

It also proved that the old man was not mistaken.

In this case, the imagination space that Lu Mingfei can provide is worth talking about.

The next legend, especially at such a special time, the prophecy of the 2012 doomsday may be just an unsolved mystery in the world of ordinary people, satisfying people's curiosity and becoming a topic of conversation, nothing more.

At least there will be no one in a suit or tie speaking seriously to first-class professors and scholars in Harvard or Cambridge auditoriums about "how to deal with the Mayan civilization and the end of the world in 2012".

That's just crazy.

But such crazy things are happening frequently in mixed-race society.

They are in Chicago, in Paris, in Tokyo, in the deep sea, and in the polar regions.

Almost all mixed-race organizations that have brought it to the table are nervously discussing 2012.

This is the Sword of Damocles hanging over everyone's head.

And the silk thread hanging the sword is already crumbling.

Students who were in the same college class as Lu Mingfei didn't know.

When they have spent four years of wonderful or decadent life, they have not even waited to get their graduation certificate.

The world will end.

The hybrids who learned about the doomsday prophecy were the ones who paid the most attention to Lu Mingfei.

There are not only heroes in the epic, but also crises waiting to be solved by the heroes.

The two complement each other. It is the unsolvable crisis that can bring out the greatness of heroes far beyond ordinary people.

And what crisis can compare to the end of the world?

Some people stared at the S-class figure descending from the sky, watching the young man standing tall, and suddenly had a ridiculous thought.

At that moment, they actually felt that 2012, the desperate and unsolvable year of 2012, might just be a stage set for this boy.

A name used to achieve legend.

But, is it really?

they thought.

Really, is it just a legend?

If a person can even deal with the end of the world.

Is the title "Legend" really enough to call him?

On this page, many people are destined to lose sleep.

As Fingel said.

Many people fell asleep looking at Lu Mingfei's photos.

But what they think about is the future of humans and hybrids, apocalyptic crises, heroic legends and epics.

Of course, except for some girls.

As for the center of the vortex, the focus of everyone's attention, our S-class Lu Mingfei.

Norton Hall, Conference Room.

Although the Kyushu branch has not yet been truly established, there is already an organization named Kyushu in China on the other side of the ocean, so it is understandable that Lu Mingfei holds a meeting here in the name of Kyushu.

Participants included Kyushu co-teacher Lu Mingfei, disciple Ling, and non-staff member Fingel.

"I also want to be a disciple, Master Lu!"

"turn down."

It seems that Lu Mingfei once seriously thought about how others should call him.

The master is definitely not suitable.

As he said to Schneider on the CC1000 train, master is also a master. Especially for those who practice martial arts, one day is a master and a lifetime is a father. The weight of these two words is much heavier than it seems. many.

Taking a step back, even if one day someone calls Lu Mingfei a master, then this person must be Lu Mingfei’s real disciple, teaching him or her the secrets of dragons and snakes, and teaching him or her the various shapes of mythical beasts step by step. In the foreseeable future, he will travel around the world as the twenty-sixth generation successor of the Dragon Snake Secret Record, competing with other warriors to confirm what he has learned.

It is really too early to think about these things now. There are less than twenty people practicing Kyushu Martial Arts, let alone the world.

What should the rest of the people call themselves?

Yuanyuan and Chen Ping'an could just call the teacher directly. Lu Mingfei opened the door to this extraordinary world, the martial arts path was led by Lu Mingfei, and Lu Mingfei came up with all the details of many passes.

He deserves this call as a teacher.

But what about Chu Zihang, Ling and the others?

Hybrids are born to be extraordinary and don't need to open doors.

Moreover, their relationship with Lu Mingfei is even more complicated. For example, Chu Zihang, it is really strange to hear him keep calling him teacher.

Before Lu Mingfei could figure out the reason, his disciples had already agreed that he was a mixed-race warrior and would all call him Lu Master.

And they called each his own.

Let’s take Lu Mingfei and Chu Zihang as examples.

I call you Senior, and you call me Master Lu. It’s good that we don’t waste each other.

It is said that in private, when Lu Mingfei was not present, the disciples of the Jiuzhou Martial Arts Class mentioned it in a casual chat.

What will people call the road master twenty years from now, or ten years from now?

In other words, when Kyushu martial arts no longer need to be kept secret, they can become popular all over the world.

What would it be like for Lu Mingfei, who passed down the martial arts?

Perhaps it was just like what a martial arts master who left midway said.

The name Lu Mingfei will appear in Chinese and history textbooks in the future.

Students at that time may still have to answer questions like this.

"Please select the time when Kyushu was officially established from the following four options."

After thinking about it for a moment, there is a rush of blood in my chest. How to say that idiom, it is so glorious.

Today's meeting, which took place in the Norton Hall of Kassel College, will surely enter the history textbooks in the future and torture the fragile nerves of many students countless times.

"Why don't you start yet?"

Fingel looked around, squirming restlessly in his chair.

"Wait, there's still one more person left."

Fingel looked at Lu Mingfei curiously.

"Is there anyone else?"

Just listen to him ask.

"Who?"

Fingel was surprised. The S-class was almost inseparable from him all day long. He was holding his watch to measure how long Mingfei had been squatting in the toilet. There was something that Fingel didn't know about!

Lu Mingfei was about to say it, but his expression changed and he looked at the door of the conference room with a smile.

"he came."

Fingel was stunned for a moment.

Coming, who?

The doubts were quickly answered.

The door rang.

Lu Mingfei said please come in.

Fingel's curious eyes widened immediately after seeing the visitor.

"Kill the embryo!"

Chu Zihang, who was holding Murasame, glanced at him, and those scorching golden eyes made Fingel shrink back.

But, so strange.

Chu Zihang's golden eyes seemed to dim.

Is it the aftereffects of fighting the S-class during the day?

or……

Fingel thought of another incredible possibility.

Chu Zihang's bloodline is stabilizing.

He is one of the few people who knows the true nature of the "Eternal Golden Eyes".

The students in Kassel only thought that this was a sign of Chu Zihang's outstanding pedigree.

But this is only one aspect.

It never goes out, in other words, it cannot be turned off or controlled.

It cannot be stable either.

To put it bluntly, Chu Zihang is a walking bag of dynamite. It would not be surprising at all when he suddenly turns into Deadpool.

But at this moment, his golden eyes dimmed.

Fingel recalled Chu Zihang during the day.

Especially before the battle with the S-class.

Sure enough, he remembered that before the fight with the S-class, Chu Zihang's golden pupils were a little darker than before.

Is it you?

Fingel did not turn his head, nor was he stupid enough to look at the young man sitting in the main seat with his peripheral vision.

Reality is not a game. There is no strong person with exaggerated strength and speed, but ridiculously slow perception.

A guy like that is not a strong person at all.

What if Fingel was observing Lu Mingfei unscrupulously from the corner of his eye, and at the same time thinking about Lu Mingfei in his mind, and he thought nonchalantly that the other party couldn't find him.

That's definitely not an S pole issue.

There was something wrong with his brain.

Chu Zihang sat down at the first seat on the left side of Lu Mingfei.

"Sorry, I'm late."

"It doesn't matter, we are early, senior, you are just right."

Fingel suddenly pointed at Chu Zihang exaggeratedly, with a look on his face as if he was facing a formidable enemy.

"Boss! This is a competitor!"

"In our Kyushu meeting, a leader of the Lion Heart Society sneaked in!"

"This guy must be a spy!"

Fingel flashed to the door with a loyal look on his face.

"This guy must be here to gather information. Boss, you go first, and I'll take care of you!"

"Hey Hey hey."

Lu Mingfei's eyes were empty.

"Can you please take your hand off the door when you say that? You're not convincing at all!"

He shook his head.

"Come back, senior, you are one of our own."

"One of our own?"

Fingel looked like he had seen a ghost.

"The Lionheart Club is our own!"

"Um."

Lu Mingfei said.

"is there a problem?"

"If you enter Kyushu, you will have to call me Senior Brother when you come back."

"Brother, drink tea!"

Fingel reluctantly handed over the boiling water, which was still in a disposable cup.

Chu Zihang hummed lightly.

Lu Mingfei was a little curious.

Despite his majestic and calm face, this senior's whole body has the demeanor of a master.

Maybe he was thinking about something.

When Chu Zihang mentioned Chen Wenwen calmly one day after training, Lu Mingfei discovered that this person was just a simple facial paralysis, which did not match the cold personality at all, and was even a bit gossipy.

It was like two little girls in middle school gathered together and whispered with excited but suppressed expressions on their faces.

"Hey, do you know that so-and-so likes..."

Yes, this kind.

Just replace the excited person with Chu Zihang's face, imagine his calm expression and speak calm words, and then discuss gossip with others.

Don't tell me, it's quite cute.

"alright."

Lu Mingfei said.

The Kyushu members participating in the meeting fell silent.

Mainly Fingel, the remaining two people, one and one Chu Zihang, don’t even need to think about it to know what virtue it is for the two of them to stay together. They can sit across the table for a whole day without making a sound. If the game of 1, 2, 3, wooden man is similar to Go can also be divided into segments, and Chu Zihang and Ling are at least masters.

The theme of today's meeting is also simple, which is the establishment of the Jiuzhou branch.

The Jiuzhou Branch, the full name of the Jiuzhou Branch in Kassel, is an extremely important part of Lu Mingfei's plan.

He will use this as a fulcrum to leverage the entire mixed-race society and spread martial arts.

Therefore, this first step is extremely important and should not be taken lightly.

"Tell me what procedures are required to establish a society in Kassel."

Lu Mingfei signaled everyone to speak freely.

Zero looked at Chu Zihang.

Chu Zihang looked at Fingel.

Fingel looked at Ling, then at Chu Zihang, and then looked at Lu Mingfei hesitantly.

Lu Mingfei covered his forehead.

"Forget it, Senior Zero and Senior. Fingel, don't you claim to be the uncrowned king of Kassel? You also said that there is nothing in this academy that you don't know. Why, look at what I do, what are the conditions for establishing a club?"

Fingel chuckled.

"Well, boss, you can't blame me for this. You see, it's been almost a hundred years since Kassel was founded. There are only two clubs in total, the Lion Heart Club and the Student Union. One of them has existed since the beginning of the school. Special organization…”

"So what do you mean?"

"Well, let's put it this way."

Fingel thought for a moment.

"Boss, you should have noticed that the Lion Heart Club and the Student Union cannot be simply defined as student clubs."

"They also have certain violent attributes."

“Both of them are continuously supplying talents to the execution department and equipment department.”

"In fact, many members of the two clubs have begun to frequently perform missions and fight against dangerous hybrids before they graduate."

Having said this, he smiled mischievously at Chu Zihang.

"In some respects, it is more accurate to use the positioning of the Reserve Corps to introduce the Lionheart Club and the Student Union."

"So, here's the key."

Fingel concluded.

"If it's just an ordinary student club, you can easily establish it, boss. Just write an application."

"But in Kassel, every member of the Reserve Corps is a mixed race. If you just pull out a few people, you can easily deal with special forces that are twice or even three times your size."

"Boss, you are not building a society."

"You are setting up a private armed force."

He asked Chu Zihang again.

"Elder brother must also know that with your prestige in the Lion Heart Society, giving an order to rush to the Middle East with your brothers is completely enough to influence the chaotic situation there."

Chu Zihang nodded.

"I see."

Lu Mingfei frowned.

"Then how did Caesar do it?"

Fingel shrugged.

"Who knows?"

"The establishment of a private armed force must be confidential information. It is estimated that only the chief himself knows about it."

"After going around in circles, do I still have to find him?"

Lu Mingfei lowered his head and looked at the invitation on the table.

At the dance the day after tomorrow, Caesar celebrated his girlfriend's birthday, and Rosalia sent an invitation along with documents from the Norton Hall.

Invite S level.

Originally, it was not impossible to go to Caesar tomorrow, but there was still the 3E exam tomorrow, so it was just a formality, and I had to go after all.

The first meeting of Kyushu in Kassel ended in vain.

But history seems to be like this.

What can be discussed at the first meeting?

Its symbolic meaning is far stronger than the meeting itself.

A new food gradually grows and grows, which is formed by the accumulation of countless firsts.

The four of them returned to the dormitory building, climbed the steps together, turned together, and...

"Wait a minute, senior, did you go to the wrong dormitory?"

Lu Mingfei looked at Chu Zihang standing on the other side of the dormitory in surprise.

"Adjusted."

said the boy.

"Adjusted."

Lu Mingfei said oh.

Wait, does this scene look familiar?

He looked to the other side and saw Zero-classmate closing the door.

"Boss, you don't know yet."

Fingel said proudly.

"The prices of dormitories around you have increased!"

"Price increase?"

"That one, across the way."

Fingel pointed.

"Do you know who the current owner of that room is?"

Of course Lu Mingfei is not stupid.

It’s all laid out here. After thinking about it for a moment, he said.

"Caesar?"

"bingo!"

Fingel smiled and snapped his fingers.

"I heard that it cost 30,000 US dollars. Tsk tsk, the eldest young master is the eldest young master. He can burn the money without blinking an eye."

"What about senior?"

Lu Mingfei was curious.

"How much did it cost, senior?"

"Boss, have you forgotten?"

Fingel said deeply.

"He has Murasame to kill the embryo."

Lu Mingfei thought for a while and laughed out loud.

"But why, how come everyone suddenly changed their dormitories..."

"It's not because of you."

"because I?"

"It's like a low-mass star orbiting a high-mass star."

"Like the moon, the earth, and the sun."

"And you, the boss."

Fingel glanced at Lu Mingfei inexplicably.

"You are the sun."

After all, Lu Mingfei still needs some time to adapt to the change in his identity.

What he didn't know was.

The quotations for dormitories around the S-Class on the forum are far more intense than Fingel said.

But not whoever has the most money will have the last laugh.

Everyone wants to get closer to the S-class.

This is the charm of a strong person, or a leader.

But not everyone can grab the opportunity to live next to the S-class.

Money is indeed one of the conditions, but it is the least important of the conditions.

In addition, you must have an identity that matches it.

For example, the president of the Lionheart Club and the president of the student council.

The strong always attract the strong.

After all, only in each other's bodies can we feel the same kind of breath.

…………

As expected of S-level, tomorrow is the 3E exam, and I can still sleep so deeply.

The dormitory was dark and silent, and a figure sat up on the bed.

His dexterous, feline-like movements were in obvious conflict with his muscular body.

It's hard to imagine how he managed to do it without even making a sound.

What an amazing skill.

The figure controlled his gaze and tried not to look at the young man sleeping on the other bed in the room.

He stepped lightly on the ground with his feet.

Go to the door.

He thought of the girl in the white dress.

I can't wait.

he already……

"where are you going?"

The figure suddenly paused.

The heartbeat almost stopped.

All the muscles in his body were completely tense.

The hairs on the back of the neck exploded.

I saw a lazy voice coming from the S-class bed in the darkness.

"Go to the bathroom, Fingel."