Author: Youjiu L

"You are so brave, you dare to be late on Monday."

The next table threw a paper ball over.

"Be brave when it comes to justice."

He threw it back.

“Helping an old lady cross the street or looking for a child’s parents?”

The people at the next table obviously didn't believe it.

"you guess."

Lu Mingfei threw it back, then turned a blind eye to the table leader's glare.

The physics class was naturally unremarkable, but he listened very carefully.

The constants of the two universes are not the same, and Lu Mingfei also needs to revise his knowledge through comparison.

"Why are you pretending to pay attention to the lecture? You want to get into Harvard?"

After class, the desk leader came over and said unhappily.

We agreed to be salted fish together, but you secretly got involved.

"Not going to Harvard."

He shook his head.

"Then where do you want to go?"

asked the person at the next table.

"Let's go to Harbin Institute of Technology."

Both the school name and the school motto have a very scientific and engineering feel.

"Then your points are not enough."

The leader of the table laughed.

Although Harbin Institute of Technology has declined over the years, it is still 985, and Lu Mingfei's score is only enough to get into an ordinary undergraduate degree.

"There are still two years, which should be enough."

Lu Mingfei said confidently.

He must have majored in science, and his math skills are not a big problem. He just needs to make up for his math skills.

There are still some differences between Warhammer creatures and Earth creatures.

Coincidentally, the next class is Chinese class.

"Today's two classes will test your composition skills. The title is "An Unforgettable Day"."

The Chinese teacher in a black gauze skirt wrote the topic of the composition on the blackboard.

This kind of propositional composition is the best to write. The most difficult ones are guessing questions like "Weird light" and "Don't put the ladder sideways."

What is my unforgettable day?

Lu Mingfei fell into thinking.

After reviewing his life of more than a thousand years, he found that there were too many unforgettable days, so many that they could be put together for decades.

Every unforgettable day means that he has lost at least one respectable battle brother, or that a planet has been declared dead.

It's better to write something relaxing, and don't leave the painful experience to people who enjoy peace.

Lu Mingfei thought like this, trying to search for less cruel experiences in his memory.

Soon, he gained something.

Orcs, a biological weapon that is half plant and half animal, were created by the Ancient Sanctuary. They are also called greenskins because of their green body.

Their vitality is extremely tenacious. As long as one spore falls into the soil, countless orcs will grow out of the ground the next spring.

They have their own "WAAAAAAGH!" psychic power, also known as the "power of thinking".

As long as an orc believes that something is true, under the influence of the energy of "The Power of My Thoughts", it will become true.

The more orcs you believe, the stronger the effect of "The Power of My Thoughts" will be.

This unreasonable power caused the empire to suffer a lot, but at the same time, the empire would also use this power to fight back against the orcs.

What Lu Ming insisted on writing was an experience of fighting back against the orcs.

In the Empire's Obscure Sector, an agricultural world was attacked by greenskins.

Countless green boys driving bangers and war motorcycles swept across the world, destroying countless biological farms.

This is the only agricultural world in this galaxy. Without it, eight planets will face famine, and tens of billions of empire citizens will starve to death.

The Crimson Spark Chapter received a signal for help and rushed to the planet.

But the embarrassing thing is that this galaxy is too remote. Except for the Crimson Starfire Chapter that happens to be passing by, it will take three months for the nearest Space Marine Chapter to arrive.

The only reinforcements they could find were two Valhalla Ice Warrior regiments that were being repaired.

After the exploratory attack, both the Chapter Leader and Lu Mingfei determined that the greenskins on the planet could not be suppressed or even eliminated with the current force.

Finally, under the suggestion of a technical sergeant who was always full of whimsical ideas, a whimsical plan was born.

Techmarine developed a violent poison gas and released it into an orc camp.

After the destruction of that orc camp, a technical sergeant who was proficient in the orc language and culture disguised himself as a motorcycle boy and traveled around spreading rumors to emphasize the power of this poisonous gas.

"With just one puff, even the biggest and strongest warboss will be completely rotten."

Relying on his modified motorcycle, the rumor spread throughout the greenskin camps across the planet within a month.

Then, the technical sergeant asked the battleship group to release a non-toxic gas that was almost the same color and smell as the poison gas.

As he continued to spread it, most greenskins believed this rumor.

Even the few greenskins who were skeptical were converted after witnessing the tragic situation of their companions.

In just half a month, this non-toxic gas wiped out 80% of the greenskin troops on the planet.

And the remaining greenskins, whose morale has been completely lost, are no longer a match for the Crimson Star Chapter and the Valhalla Ice Warriors.

Afterwards, the Chapter Leader and Lu Mingfei jointly issued a ban, not allowing anyone to reveal the truth of the battle.

And technical sergeants who had made great achievements were also sent to perform secret missions.

It wasn't until fifty years later that Lu Mingfei felt that the limelight had passed, so he summoned the technical sergeant back.

Even powerful Space Marines must learn to respect the duties of the Inquisition.

After all, they were not a founding group, so they did not have the confidence to directly attack and kill a Gray Knight Grand Master.

Although it sounds a bit magical, Lu Mingfei thinks it is quite joyful.

Especially when he saw the greenskins screaming in fear in the non-toxic gas and finally dying under the influence of his own psychic powers, he couldn't help laughing and even drank a bottle of Fenris mead.

The word limit for the essay was 800 words. Lu Mingfei used 700 words to briefly write about the battle and 100 words to express his poor evaluation of Fenris mead.

Fortunately, there is no Space Wolf in this world, otherwise he would face endless honor duels.

After checking the composition and correcting a few grammatical issues, Lu Mingfei confidently submitted the composition.

Although his literary level is not outstanding among the war group, his narratives based on personal experiences make his compositions full of emotion.

"Lu Mingfei! I asked you to write an essay, not a novel!"

The Chinese teacher glanced at it a few times and then slammed the table in anger.

"What I write is composition."

Lu Mingfei replied calmly.

He wondered why this woman was suddenly angry.

"The composition is for you to write about your personal experiences, not for you to write fictional stories."

The Chinese teacher said through gritted teeth.

"Doesn't it look real?"

Lu Mingfei asked rhetorically.

"This is it"

The Chinese teacher read the composition again and had to say that, regardless of the facts, the tone and description angle were quite realistic.

"It seems quite bluffing, but fiction is fiction. Where did the green-skinned orcs come from in reality? You are not a space warrior."

The Chinese teacher said half seriously and half mockingly.

Then, she excerpted some content and recited it.

"Hahaha, Space Marine, does he think he is still a primary school student?"

"No, no, no, he is in the second grade of middle school. Elementary school students will think that they are Ultraman."

Ridicule came from all directions, shooting at Lu Mingfei's heart like a rain of arrows.

If it were him in the past, he would probably talk nonsense right now to fool him, and then try his best to pretend to be dead, waiting for the next hot spot to appear.

But now, Lu Mingfei just responded to those ridicules with calm eyes.

Everyone who was laughing slowly closed their mouths under inexplicable pressure.

"As long as it looks real, it is real. If you don't give the standard in advance, according to my authority, I have the right to set the standard myself."

After the classroom became quiet, Lu Mingfei said to the Chinese teacher.

"Lu Mingfei, ask your parents to come see me tomorrow."

The Chinese teacher said angrily.

"All right."

Lu Mingfei shrugged and sat down calmly.

Sure enough, females have difficulty communicating, and so do humans, and even Eldar.

Greenskins seem to have no gender distinction, no wonder their communication is so simple and clear.

According to the process, of course there will be a review section later.

But with the example of Lu Mingfei in front of me, those excellent compositions all seem boring.

It's not bad, it's just too ordinary.

Just like a husky mixed into a pack of wolves, as long as that wise look appears, all the wolves become supporting characters.

"I think your writing is quite good."

After class, Chen Wenwen came over and comforted her.

This girl who likes to wear cotton skirts and lace socks exudes a clean and artistic atmosphere, just like a freshly blown glass bubble.

On the first day she entered the class, she was surrounded by seven or eight boys admiring her, including Lu Mingfei.

And he is also the only two people invited by Chen Wenwen to join the literary club. The other one is Zhao Menghua, the monkey version of "Chu Zihang".

To be fair, Chen Wenwen treats Lu Mingfei very well.

Apart from her, no other girl would take the initiative to talk to Lu Mingfei, and no other girl would be willing to walk home with him.

That childish love spanned thousands of years, and was slowly melted by the strong will, leaving only a sincere sentence.

"Thanks."

"You feel so different today."

Chen Wenwen is a delicate and sensitive person, and she immediately noticed something fishy.

"The person I was yesterday is not the person I am today, only faith is eternal."

Lu Mingfei said a maxim.

He heard it from a Holy Blood priest and believed it deeply.

"You look so profound. Are you a believer?"

Chen Wenwen's eyes lit up.

This kind of mysterious sentence is the favorite of all literary and artistic young people.

"I believe in the Lord of Mankind, the great Emperor."

Lu Mingfei is not a Chapter Chaplain, but he doesn't mind preaching about the Emperor's glory if anyone is interested.

Just when he was about to start talking about the Emperor's unification of Terra, a voice interrupted.

"Lu Mingfei, you were very brave just now. You dared to talk to the teacher like that."

The monkey version of "Chu Zihang" came closer, but looked at Chen Wenwen.

Chen Wenwen also noticed his gaze and pursed her lips slightly.

"A warrior need not hide his words."

Lu Mingfei replied.

When he first traveled to the Warhammer universe, he told a lot of lies in order to survive.

Even when he first became a Space Marine, he tried not to speak in order not to have his loyalty questioned.

It was not until the battle brothers around him changed one after another, and he became the most noble and oldest warrior in the Chapter, that he confided all the doubts in his heart to the Emperor without any scruples.

Sometimes, Lu Mingfei could get revelations from prayer.

Sometimes, the Emperor's eyes did not fall on him...

But that's not important, his faith is as indestructible as gold.

"You don't really believe that you are a Space Marine, please, we are all high school students, please be more mature."

Zhao Menghua patted his shoulder.

"If you want to talk to Chen Wenwen, please choose the right time. I don't like people interrupting when we are talking."

Lu Mingfei bluntly exposed his thoughts.

"Lu Mingfei, what did you say?"

Chen Wenwen's fair face immediately turned red, and she stomped out of the classroom.

"Chen Wenwen! Lu Mingfei, wait."

Zhao Menghua glared at him and quickly chased him out.

"mortal."

Lu Mingfei shook his head.

Even if he returned to his mortal body, he would not bother to understand such childish and troublesome emotions.
Chapter completed!