Chapter 173 Lu Mingfei and Ange’s First Meeting

"Well, your Lady Queen..."

Fingel clasped his hands together and smiled ingratiatingly.

"If I remember correctly, this is my dormitory."

"Even if you have ideas about S-class, when the boss falls asleep at night, I will help you...

Considering the gap in combat power between himself and Lu Mingfei, Fingel immediately stepped back from the cliff and swallowed back the rest of his words, only saying them with confidence.

"I will call you over immediately and help you two look out!"

Changing his solemn face again, Fingel smiled.

"But now, you see, it's not bright yet. It's not appropriate to be there anyway. Why don't you let me go in first? To be honest, I feel the call of the toilet..."

Ling stood coldly in the middle of the door of the dormitory, staring at Fingel warily. His small white hands were already placed on the military spikes on his waist. Looking at this posture, as long as the human-shaped bear in front of him dared to take another step forward, he would come from the battle. The ethnic girl is about to use her natural skills, such as the passionate white silk flying kick and so on.

Fingel never imagined that one day he would end up in a land where he had a family and could not return. Didn't he just have lunch? Fingel finally made a fortune and used the card he exchanged for his flesh and blood from the vice principal. , exchanged for five roasted pork knuckles in extremely luxurious manner.

Originally it could be exchanged for ten knives. Look, the great, wise and invincible vice-principal just stabbed him once and gave him ten knives. I have to say that the vice-principal not only has first-class taste and elegance, but also this move He is also very generous. How can he not let the Ma Chai under his command point at Fingel and risk his life to death!

On the one hand, five elbows are already stretched. He is not an S-class, and does not have the terrifying digestion ability of an atomic furnace. Fingel was shocked when he had dinner with Lu Mingfei for the first time. Looking at the appearance of an S-class, He's not fat, and it doesn't even compare to being strong. Why can't he move his elbows one by one without stopping? Looking at his lower abdomen, which is still strong and flat, it's even more puzzling. Could it be that the S-class stomach is still like that? Doraemon's dimensional pockets are equally boundless.

He is not S-level, he is not even C-level. The humble Fingel can only eat five elbows, which is already his limit, but Fingel is already very satisfied, even overly satisfied. He cried while finishing the last elbow. Five elbows was already a rare and sumptuous meal for him.

In fact, what Lu Mingfei didn't know was that the three elbows Fingel raised in the morning were originally prepared for him. They paid for it with the money from the vice-principal. They didn't know the moral character of the people in the equipment department. You want to drink water there? Everyone is sure to serve Coca-Cola, so how can we let the S-class cooperate with the research when they are hungry?

As for Fingel’s other reason for not redeeming ten elbows at once, of course he wanted to save his stomach for tonight’s feast. The heroic, great and invincible Chief Caesar of the Student Union will host a dinner in the Amber Hall as news. Of course, Fingel, the minister of the ministry, also received the invitation. Although his performance at the Freedom Day seemed at first glance to have defected to the camp of S-class freshmen, he actually participated in the first Kyushu Conference hosted by S-class. , but as long as there are Australian giant lobsters, Fingel will always be the most loyal lackey of Boss Caesar.

Well, speaking of which, it seems that just last night, their entire news department lost everything due to gambling. Instead of making any money, dozens of their people were packaged and sold to S-class.

It can be said that as long as Lu Mingfei established the Jiuzhou branch during the day, their entire news department would have to surrender and swear allegiance to the S-class at night.

Although the great Master Gattuso would definitely sign a check to clear their debts as long as they told Caesar, but who is Fingel? Is Cassel the king of paparazzi? How can he pay back the debt with his sense of smell? I can’t clearly see the current situation, but it’s obvious that following the S-class has a better future than Caesar.

You see, S-class is strong and strong, and can fight super well. What does Caesar have, ah, besides having a few, um, tons of money to raise, what else...

After saying this, don’t think about it anymore. In fact, staying in the student union is quite good. It’s not that it’s not good to follow the S-class. The main reason is that Fingel feels that he is a bit nostalgic. If he leaves, he will definitely miss Caesar. Checks and weekly banquets.

Just like this, Fingel returned to the dormitory with a tangled mood and a chubby belly. He was about to lie down on the bed to eat and recharge for the evening meal, when he was blocked by Zero at the door.

At first, Fingel only thought that Zero had gone to the wrong dormitory. After all, it’s quite cute for a girl whose figure is not yet fully developed to look confused occasionally, isn’t it?

But he soon discovered that the truth was different from what he thought.

The Queen did not go to the wrong dormitory. She was guarding the door for S-class. It seemed that S-class was doing something very important and could not be disturbed.

When Fingel was at his wits' end, the savior arrived.

The door to the next room opened and Chu Zihang walked straight over.

"The principal invites the students to have afternoon tea together."

Fingel was overjoyed.

"Did you hear that? Did you hear that? It's the principal's invitation. You can get out of the way now, hahaha, I want to come in!"

Fingel walked forward arrogantly.

The bright village rain suddenly fell across my nose.

A drop of cold sweat slid down Fingel's forehead.

He smiled dryly.

"Hahaha, um, President Chu, Boss Chu! If you have something to say, please tell me. What kind of sword are you pulling out? How scary! I..."

"Stop."

"Yes Yes Yes!"

Fingel hurriedly backed away, his back pressed against the wall.

Chu Zihang did not put away the knife, but lowered his eyes to look at the girl.

"Is the road master standing still?"

"Um."

After receiving a positive answer, Chu Zihang nodded, stood next to the girl, put on a solemn posture, and began to guard the door.

Fingel's eyes were darting around. He looked at Chu Zihang for a while, and then at classmate Ling. He thought it was the savior who had come, but he didn't expect that the savior was colluding with the big devil. Fingel couldn't help but feel sad. , The bad breath in his chest was really hard to suppress. As soon as he closed his eyes and turned around, he asked Chu Zihang in a low voice and in the gentlest voice.

"Didn't the principal invite the boss to have afternoon tea?"

"You should call me."

"If it's inconvenient, I can actually do it for you..."

He said, starting to move towards the door step by step.

Murasame aimed at Fingel again.

He remained motionless, his hands raised in surrender.

"We'll have afternoon tea after the apprenticeship is over."

"Well, I don't mean anything else..."

Fingel's throat moved.

"That's the principal's afternoon tea. We can't let the principal wait. Is the S-class stance more important than the principal's invitation..."

He fell silent.

Seeing that Chu Zihang had the same Sanwu face as Zero.

"Okay, okay. Standing is more important than the principal's afternoon tea. Of course, how can Angers, a mere man, compare with an S-class? He is nothing!"

Fingel's mouth became a little dry as he spoke. In any case, it was the principal's afternoon tea invitation. It was a rare honor for any student in Kassel. No one was allowed to change into formal clothes to take a shower and change before going to bed early. They rushed outside the principal's room to wait for Ange's reception.

But what about S?

Fingel felt that Class S might be the only student since the founding of Kassel who asked the principal to wait for him to have afternoon tea.

But looking at the two door gods in front of them, it seemed that it was a normal thing for the legendary principal to wait for his students, and there was nothing surprising at all.

"Damn it, someone must be crazy!"

Fingel muttered quietly.

Chu Zihang glanced at him indifferently.

"This is also what the principal means."

"What?"

"If the junior is standing still, don't interrupt. Let the junior finish his stance before going over. The principal will prepare black tea and wait for his arrival."

Fingel's mouth opened slightly.

His eyes gradually became rounder.

"I was wrong."

"I'm the crazy one."

…………

"You could have asked Chu Zihang to call for the S-class."

"No, Norma."

The old man was holding black tea and sipping it with a smile.

"You recorded in your report that Mingfei has been standing firm every day since March."

"This must have a very special meaning to him."

"Perhaps this is the Wu Mingfei is talking about."

"not to mention,"

The old man put down the black tea leisurely, folded his hands, and looked out the window.

"Waiting is also a virtue."

"Is not it?"

The weather is very good. There are a few white clouds dotted in the blue sky, floating slowly, making people feel happy when they see it.

Angers smiled elegantly.

After one hour.

The old man stood up silently and replaced the cold tea.

"Waiting is a virtue."

He said this and brewed another pot.

Those clouds looked like marshmallows, soft and white.

The old man sat and sat until the sunset filled the sky.

"Norma, how long has it been?"

"Eight hours, sir."

"Oh, eight hours."

When Lu Mingfei rushed to the principal's office carrying a dusty bag, he was somewhat excited.

Angers.

Since Kyushu returned to the dragon world, he had heard people mention this legendary dragon slayer more than once.

Especially for the little devil, it is really rare to hear the names of other people from the mouth of his pretentious brother, and he is only a mixed race, not an exaggerated existence like the Dragon King.

Lu Mingfei came to Kassel, partly because of this legendary dragon slayer.

On the surface, the highest combat power in mixed-race society should be this Mr. Principal.

So, I really don’t know what kind of style the respected Principal Angers will have?

Thinking like this, Lu Mingfei met Ange.

The old man sitting in the afterglow of the setting sun, looking out the window, his eyes filled with vicissitudes of life.

He has neat silver hair. Looking from the side, even if he is just sitting, you can see his burly figure. It is difficult to imagine that this is an old man who is already one hundred and thirty years old. People can't help but doubt the authenticity of the rumor, that is, the legendary Angers mastered the secret of manipulating time and used this technique on himself to keep his body at its peak.

Just like the extremely fast time in his world, even time that has passed away like this has to return to zero here, allowing the old man to play with it as he pleases.

What a power this is.

But when you cast your eyes on the old man’s face, you realize that playing with time to make it return to zero is all nonsense. Angers is really old, and the years have left scratches on his face. Like the growth rings of an ancient tree, one hundred and thirty, what would the world be like around 1880? How many people of his generation are left? It must be uncomfortable to attend other people's funerals again and again.

He is an educator, the principal of Kassel, and he has probably sent his students away, more than once. After all, not everyone can live for more than a hundred and thirty years, not even a mixed race.

So, what kind of power is supporting you?

Supporting you to stand firm in the torrent of time, you can even draw your sword.

The moment Lu Mingfei and the old man looked at each other, he understood.

It's hatred.

Unlike Senior Chu, maybe it was because he had gone through too long years. Every second that the old man passed by, a grain of dust fell in his heart. Now it has become a cliff that breaks the sky, and he is sitting here alone. , only a few dry graves were left to accompany him.

He cannot retreat or escape.

Because there is so much behind you.

Those who have nothing will only die on the way to charge.

"Here we come, Mingfei."

said the old man.

"Hello principal."

Lu Mingfei closed the door and sat down opposite the principal with his pocket in hand.

Angers moved his nose without any trace, his eyes showing deep thought.

Then Lu Mingfei took out a fragrant elbow from his pocket.

Are you hungry?

The old man thought dumbfounded.

That's right, the data shows that S-level eaters also have a lot of appetite, so he should indeed be hungry.

If someone else came to see him with his elbow in hand, Angers might be surprised, but since this person was Lu Mingfei, he wasn't surprised at all. After all, this is what this kid did.

In a sense, Angers may know himself better than Lu Mingfei.

Of course, that was three months ago.

Since that night in the cinema, Lu Mingfei seemed to have completely changed.

Sometimes Ange also wonders what kind of change can make a weak kid grow into a real S-class overnight.

Although Lu Mingfei is still laughing and joking and occasionally saying nonsense as before, this kid has really changed.

It became strange to him.

Scary and strange.

Angers looked at the boy's face.

Lu Mingfei fiddled with his pockets intently, took out two elbows, put them on a plate, and suddenly showed a bright smile to the old man.

"I am so sorry to keep you waiting."

"I thought you were probably hungry too, so I brought an extra elbow. Don't be polite, don't be polite, let's eat together."

He pushed his elbow through.

The huanghuali wood desk that has been around for more than half a century is where the principal of Kassel approved the dragon-slaying operation and meditated on the future of humans and dragons. Every document that is eligible to be placed on it is printed with Top secret words will never even be declassified.

Today, two plates of famous German aristocratic dishes, roasted pork knuckles, were placed on the huanghuali wood desk.

At first glance, it is indeed very subversive, just like someone covering the window with a famous painting like Mona Lisa or Sunflowers, but it also depends on the person. The person who takes out the elbow is S-level, and the person across the table is a legend. Even if the two of them rolled up a world-famous painting and lit it up to light a cigarette, people would only say that it was the honor of the famous painting rather than their incomprehensible style.

It must be an honor for this old desk to be used by Lu Mingfei and Ange to eat.

"Is this for me?"

Angers silently looked at the elbow in front of him.

"Sorry, doesn't it suit your taste?"

Lu Mingfei bit his elbow and said with concern.

"Or your body doesn't allow you to eat too greasy food. I was worried about this, but considering your image in the legend, I thought that maybe it would not be a burden on your body."

"After all, you are not old yet."

Angers smiled.

He threw down the knife and fork casually, grabbed his elbow like Lu Mingfei, and took big bites.

"rumor?"

"I'm very curious about what those rumors say about me."

"An immortal monster?"

Lu Mingfei drank himself black tea as if he were drinking.

"How can a person never grow old or die?"

"Principal, you just have some unfinished business."

"Don't want to grow old."

"Hahaha."

Angers patted his thigh.

Leaving behind greasy fingerprints.

"That's weird, Mingfei."

said the old man.

"Chatting with you feels like catching up with an old friend I haven't seen for many years."

"Old friend, you know, the kind of guy who has experienced the changes of times and watched young people die one after another while still living."

He smiled.

"But you are clearly still just an adult."

Lu Mingfei swallowed a mouthful of meat.

He is really hungry.

"I read more novels."

"And anime too."

"Actually, a lot of the truth is in it. It's all explained very clearly in books and anime."

Lu Mingfei said.

"But no one listened."

PS: I'm not in good condition today. I only have so much left. I'll try to win 10,000 words tomorrow.

I've thought about the plot, but when it comes time to write it, I can't write it. It's very uncomfortable, and it's like I can't even put my hands on the keyboard.

In addition, the readership has finally reached one hundred people, which makes Mao happy.