Chapter 347 Lu Mingfei and Mom and Dad

They landed at the Chicago Airport, and the local executive department commissioner drove and waited. Lu Mingfei closed his eyes and rested. He returned to the familiar train station, and the conductor said with a smile.

"We meet again, S-class."

Lu Mingfei's heart sank a little as he mobilized troops like this. What happened in Kassel? Although the probability of a mixed-race attack on this campus was extremely low and the success rate was even lower, what if the attacker was not a mixed-race.

In the prophecy, before the end comes, the four monarchs will wake up one after another. Lu Mingfei has already met the twins of bronze and fire. Who will be next?

Along the way, he closed his eyes and rested, adjusted his body and mind, and was in a state of preparation for a thunderous strike at any time. The more comprehensive and smooth the trip, the calmer Lu Mingfei became, like a volcano before an eruption, brewing a majestic fire. with heat.

Imagine what Kassel would look like at this moment. It has been reduced to a ruined wasteland, or it is still in a state of hot war. In any case, since Angers urgently summoned him to return to school, the seriousness of the situation must not be underestimated, or even, Lu Mingfei had prepared for the worst possible scenario.

If Angers falls, he must carry the banner of Kassel and complete the martial arts campus plan.

Just like that, with a heavy heart, Kassel's S-class, the new legend of the mixed-race world, the martial arts instructor of this world, the emperor of nonsense, the great Mr. Lu Mingfei, came to his loyal Kassel you.

When the soles of his boots stepped on this land, the dust that was raised fell, and when he looked around, he saw scenes that were the same as before.

The snow-covered Kassel campus, the peaceful snow and buildings, without enemies or war, Lu Mingfei stood silently at the school gate for a long time, speechless.

Before the thought of "Have he been tricked" could arise in his mind, he saw Professor Guderian walking in a hurry. His eyes lit up when he saw him, and he picked up Lu Mingfei and left, with the Donald Duck hat on his head. Still bumping and bumping.

"Well, Professor, where are we going?"

"Stop asking!"

Guderian showed a rare solemnity, and even gave people the illusion that this guy had exchanged bodies with Schneider.

"The principal is waiting for you!"

"Mingfei!"

"Run! Run!"

"Let's hurry up!"

Guderian clenched his fists and waved them vigorously. Of course, it would be better if he could shrink his cute little belly.

"go! go! go!"

So, am I overthinking it? In fact, the situation in Kassel is indeed urgent, but the crisis is not as I guessed, but something else that cannot be seen from the surface.

Lu Mingfei thought deeply while walking.

Guderian, who was running hard, waved to him to follow.

The distance between the two is about thirty centimeters.

I really don’t blame Lu Mingfei. The professor was running too slowly. If he had to force Lu Mingfei to run too, that would be bullying. A walk was just fine.

The Kassel campus is very empty. All the students are on vacation. The professors who are staying on campus are either in the library or in the research institute. The road leading to the principal's office is deserted and lonely. No one sweeps the snow on the road. They stamp their feet and step on the wooden board at the door. Walking in with sonorous footsteps.

This scene should really be accompanied by a military march. The chorus of male and female voices serves as the background, making people unconsciously hold their heads high and walk excitedly.

Of course, before that, you have to take off Guderian's Donald Duck co-branded pajamas. And to be honest, the feared Guderian, a famous Axis general a hundred years ago, had the honor to meet this man. A confused professor who likes Santa Claus and Donald Duck's pajamas has the same name. I think if Mr. General knew about it after his death, he would definitely be smiling.

"We're here, Mingfei!"

In front of the principal's office, Professor Guderian held the handle with one hand and touched his chest with the other. He turned his head solemnly and looked at Lu Mingfei with serious eyes. How serious this was. This was a seriousness that even twenty years of bags under the eyes could not hide. !

Lu Mingfei nodded.

"Push the door open, Professor."

Guderian took a deep breath and slowly pushed the door open.

Almost instantly.

The alluring aroma hits your nostrils.

Lu Mingfei swallowed subconsciously.

But, wait, isn’t this the principal’s office? I’m sure you’re right. Are we in the cafeteria?

"Oh, it's finally here."

The principal, who was wearing a chef's hat and a big apron, gave Lu Mingfei a kind smile.

Lu Mingfei:......

Various thoughts collided in his mind. What happened? Who is this guy who looks like a principal but is dressed like a chef? Don't tell me this is the principal! It must be someone with a special speaking spirit pretending to be it! Sure enough, this is the only explanation. In this case, damn it, what did you do to the principal! My beloved Mr. Angers, he failed halfway through his business! I, Lu Mingfei, will definitely inherit his legacy and give this fake principal to you...

"Mr. Principal, um, hey, I've completed my task, you see."

Guderian said shyly.

"Don't worry, don't worry."

Angers made an OK gesture.

"I will raise the issue of tenured professors at the school board meeting."

Guderian was overjoyed, his eyes almost gleaming. He nodded repeatedly, not knowing how to move his hands.

"Yes Yes."

"Since it's the principal's promise, I definitely believe it."

"Then, that's it."

He smiled brightly and nodded to Lu Mingfei and Ange respectively.

"You guys chat, you chat, I'm leaving first."

He quickly pushed Lu Mingfei into the principal's office and slammed the door. Then Lu Mingfei heard cheers, just like the Hobbit in the Lord of the Rings movie, accompanied by a rapid and rhythmic sound. It's like tap dancing, tsk tsk, I can't tell that Guderian, who is usually quiet, still has this kind of talent.

Bang, wait, is this... so excited that you hit the wall?

"You must be exhausted from the journey, Mingfei."

Angers waved cordially.

"Come, try the food on my table and see how it tastes?"

The layout of the principal's office has been changed, leaving a large space for the dining table. However, the ones on it are not the Casselder dinner plates and candlesticks, but the chopsticks and porcelain bowls that Lu Mingfei is very familiar with. The dishes include Mapo Tofu, which is famous both at home and abroad. There are also other things, the red and yellow tomato scrambled eggs, which look like home-cooked dishes, but the large pieces of braised pork and sweet and sour pork ribs seem to be quite difficult.

There are four dishes and one soup, and the other soup is green vegetable and tofu soup. There is not much oil and water. You can see the bottom at a glance and it looks refreshing.

"I'm so old, I have a hard time learning."

Angers sighed.

"These are what I have learned recently. You must try them."

Although he had lamented his old age before, when Ange said this, he was full of pride. Sure enough, no matter how many years passed or how old he was, the legendary old man was still an old man, and the pride in his bones could never be worn away.

But wait.

Lu Mingfei thought he needed to think about the causes and consequences.

From the moment he received Norma's emergency notice to now, all the traffic lights were green and Lu Mingfei returned to Kassel without stopping, just to eat a table of Angers' latest dishes?

Although it was outrageous, I don't know why, but when I thought that the person who did such a thing was Angers, it suddenly made sense.

Lu Mingfei sat down and didn't move his chopsticks. He just looked at Ange with questioning eyes.

Angers took off his chef hat and sat opposite Lu Mingfei.

"Mingfei, I heard that you had your New Year's Eve dinner at Chu Zihang's house this year, right?"

This is a question that requires no answer because both parties already know it.

Angers continued.

He pushed a letter to Lu Mingfei and looked at the young man with a deep and kind look.

"Son, this is the letter your mother asked me to deliver to you."

He changed his title. Speaking of which, this was the first time.

Lu Mingfei spent a few seconds recalling that, indeed, this was the first time. Ange had never called himself by such a close nickname as "child" before, either S-class or Mingfei.

He can also probably understand why Angers changed his title. He has a different identity and a different title. Now he is not the principal of Kassel, not a legend of the secret party, and not Lu Mingfei’s teacher. The current Angers is just Lu Mingfei. Friends who are not parents, in the capacity of elders.

Lu Mingfei's eyes fell on the letter.

He suddenly remembered that in the summer many years ago, a large group of people were in the presidential suite of the Regent Hotel. Professor Guderian, who looked very out of touch, spoke to him in an affectionate and not standard pronunciation.

"Mingfei, mom and dad love you."

No, if you think about it carefully, it should have been half a year ago, only half a year.

But to him, it was indeed a long time ago.

So much so that when Lu Mingfei recalled it at this moment, he would feel strange, as if facing an old photo, the people in it were blurred. He tried hard to think, think, and think, but he just wanted to Can't remember who they are.

This feeling is confusing and helpless.

Lu Mingfei's eyes gradually became serious. He glanced at Angers across the table. Angers smiled as if to encourage him. He lowered his head again. The letter from his parents was like a black box containing cats and poison. Schrödinger said You never know whether the cat inside is alive or dead until you open the black box, and the same goes for Lu Mingfei.

It feels strange to say this, but it is true that Lu Mingfei does think so. It is his intuition, the intuition of a warrior.

Before opening this letter, he would never know whether his parents were alive or dead.

He could no longer remember the faces of his parents.

It's ridiculous.

There are more than 3,600 martial arts classics, and Lu Mingfei knows them by heart.

He couldn't remember the two faces like this, or the face of a close relative.

The memories of childhood are also as vague as a dream.

So what went wrong?

Back then, he was a dead kid who would secretly run to the toilet and cry when he heard letters from his parents. He was so emaciated that he lost his mind and went to the wrong girls' toilet, where he was laughed at by Nono.

What now?

Lu Mingfei opened the letter and read the text on it.

The letter was written by her mother. It could be seen from the handwriting that she was probably a very gentle person. Lu Mingfei imagined her appearance based on the handwriting, but it was difficult.

She said in it that she was proud of Lu Mingfei's achievements last year, regretted that she could not attend Lu Mingfei's birthday, and told Lu Mingfei to take care of himself. Maybe all mothers in the world are very careful people, she wrote There are many little things that Lu Mingfei didn't pay attention to, but in fact, it doesn't matter if he doesn't pay attention. He is no longer a child, he is very powerful. He is the best warrior in the world, and the power of bronze and fire is also in his hands. So it doesn’t matter if you sleep under the covers, are picky about food, or like to eat popsicles.

After all, he is no longer the crybaby kid, he has grown up.

What about you?

You have missed all my growth. Before you knew it, I had become a very powerful adult, but you thought I was just the kid who always got his sleeves dirty.

Angers saw a strange scene.

After Lu Mingfei read his parents' letter, he didn't shed any tears or sigh with emotion.

He actually laughed.

He laughed out loud.

He held his forehead, supported the table, and shrugged his shoulders. It could be seen that he was trying hard to control himself, but failed. Lu Mingfei laughed like this for a while, and Ange's face gradually became stiff with laughter. .

He couldn't understand what was going on.

Finally, Lu Mingfei stopped laughing.

He asked Angers after catching his breath.

"So, do they still have to be busy?"

Lu Mingfei pointed at the letter.

"I'm sorry, but I have to say, child, your parents are very good people. Their tasks are very heavy, but they love..."

"OK OK."

Lu Mingfei waved his hand and straightened his face.

He said.

"I know."

"They love me."

"I love them too."

"It's going to be the end of the world. Everyone has to work hard, otherwise the whole world will have to play along. I know what I know, I know everything."

Lu Mingfei picked up the chopsticks and paused on the table.

"Mom said you would make up for my New Year's Eve dinner."

"This is the table."

"Actually, sometimes I find it troublesome to celebrate festivals."

"It's hard to rest. How about playing games? Or you can just find a place to lie down and watch TV all day. Young people are actually not that energetic. Everyone is lazy. After all, just living is exhausting. At full strength.”

Lu Mingfei smiled.

"Wow, Principal, you see I can say something very powerful. Just this sentence, "I tried my best", I think it could be a famous quote, the kind that would be hung in the corridor of the school."

He suddenly thought about it.

"No, this sentence has been said by others and it is not mine."

"Forget it, it's not important."

Lu Mingfei started to eat.

Nodding while eating.

"But, it's strange that young people don't want to celebrate the holidays. When they get older, they will look forward to the holidays. When the family gets together, even if it's just ordinary home-cooked meals, they will be very happy."

Ange followed suit and moved his chopsticks, while Lu Mingfei smiled sheepishly.

"Speaking of which, I really should wait until the principal starts eating before taking action. You are the elder."

Ange smiled heartily.

"Don't worry, Mingfei, we just have a meal, just eat, just be happy."

Lu Mingfei gave a thumbs up.

"I like to hear this."

He raised his glass.

"Come on, principal, let's go one by one!"

Clink glasses and drink.

Lu Mingfei raised his eyebrows, the plum wine tasted really good.

He let out a breath and thought of his master and his junior sister, and how they spent their New Year's Eve cooking steamed buns for roast chicken and eating just like that, but the junior sister's face was really pretty under the moonlight, and the stern master also looked kind.

It's been so many years.