The afternoon sun outside the window burned like fire, the dense yellow leaves cut the light and shadow into tiny pieces, and the steaming steam no longer came out of the tea table.
The old man leaned on the handrail of the stairs, holding a fragment of the old-covered scroll in his hand, and occasionally glanced at the boy on the table from the corner of his eye.
Angers has lived a long enough life. From the time of the Secret Party to the founding of Kassel College, he has seen too many of the most favored children. Children who resonated with Long Wen and had spiritual visions in the "3E" exam.
Most of them behave strangely.
Some people seemed to be suffering from delusions, pointing into the void, as if there was a non-existent person standing there; some people beat their chests and howled at the indifferent invigilator, as if it was his wife who had just died tragically; some even
The student jumped from the window sill of the classroom on the fourth floor, and finally suffered a comminuted fracture...
The students were dancing wildly in the examination room, as if they were at an exchange meeting for severely mentally ill patients.
Of course, there are also children who are not so "crazy". To be precise, students with higher mental quality tend to be more tolerant and behave more calmly.
But it seemed like this was the first time Anger had seen someone as "calm" as Lu Mingfei.
This guy... fell asleep on his "3E" exam?
One second he was confident, "Principal, you can't hide the test questions in the gramophone from me." But in the middle of the sentence the next second, this guy fell straight down, like a comet hitting the earth.
The loud noise almost broke a hole in his beloved tea table.
Lu Mingfei seemed to have had a sweet dream. He slept peacefully, with a slight smile on his lips, as if he was seeing an old friend in his dream.
The prescribed time for the "3E" exam is from nine to eleven o'clock, but now more than half of the time has passed, and there is only less than half an hour left before the end time at eleven o'clock.
In other words, Lu Mingfei almost fell asleep during the "3E" exam!
'Did you come to your office to catch up on some sleep?'
Angers looked around and shook his head slightly helplessly.
I still have myself to blame. It's not good to design the office to be too comfortable, but I have to admit that it is indeed a good place to sleep.
The air in the room is mixed with the fragrance of tea and old wood, which is refreshing; the warm sunshine of late autumn shines lazily through the skylight above the head; the breeze blows through the tall treetops, and the tree shadows are swaying.
Fortunately, I asked a certain guy in advance to tell Norma that Lu Mingfei's report must be written with the words "Black King blood descendant, S-level potential." Otherwise, if this guy slept through the entire exam, he would take it himself.
With the brand-new test papers, I really don’t know how I’m going to deal with those troublesome old-timers on the school board.
Angers knew that those old guys had long wanted to impeach him, but due to his high prestige in the academy, and being known as the "strongest dragon slayer", he was not only the sharpest blade for the secret party to fight against the dragon clan,
, his body is also covered with flags symbolizing "iron blood" and "resistance". If he falls, the secret party will lose a lofty spiritual leader, a lonely and ever-lasting lighthouse!
Angers didn't care whether he was using or being used. He lived to avenge the Dragon Clan. Moreover, Angers was also happy to see those old guys displeased with him and unable to do anything about them.
And just when he was distracted for a moment and thought that this was probably the end of it, the light and shadow in the room became a little darker for no reason.
Lu Mingfei, who was sleeping, suddenly sat up. His eyes were still tightly closed, but his back was straight. He picked up the pencil that had been prepared on the table and began to draw on the white paper.
To be precise, it doesn't look like he is painting, but more like graffiti.
Those messy and disordered threads collide in Lu Mingfei's works, and he seems to be holding a magic wand symbolizing power and strength, directing a huge war. The white paper is his battlefield, where there are
Thousands of troops charged into battle for him and fought bravely!
He was like a high-ranking king who had regained his throne, with a cold and stern expression. An occasional trace of ferocity flashed at the corner of his mouth. Lines formed like a dragon in his writing, filling up blank pages one after another.
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Ange noticed movement. His figure disappeared from the escalator and reappeared behind Lu Mingfei. The whole process was silent, like a ghost traveling through the gap in time.
Ange leaned down and quietly looked at the white paper full of ghost symbols drawn by him in a manner that would not disturb Lu Mingfei.
That is dragon writing, the most standard dragon writing, as if it is a masterpiece written by a dragon with extremely noble blood, eloquent and eloquent, scolding Fang Qiu!
Ange's brows were tightly knitted. Every time Lu Mingfei drew a complete stroke, Ange's brows became more deeply furrowed, and finally they knitted together to form a deep mountain character.
The higher the bloodline, the clearer the dragon text can be expressed.
For example, Professor Guderian devoted many years of hard work to learn "Praise for the awakening of my king, destruction is rebirth". When Lu Mingfei read it, Guderian immediately fell into a deep spiritual vision.
Writing is also a form of expression of dragon texts, which is the meaning and basis of judgment of the "3E" exam. The dragon texts hidden in radio music call students into spiritual vision, and they will generate thoughts based on what they hear.
Resonate and write the answer in your heart.
These answers are proof of their lineage.
But Lu Mingfei's ghost-drawing talisman, which seemed to be wild and without any rules, was actually an orthodox dragon script that even a mixed race like Anger couldn't write.
It should be said that this is not something that a mixed race can write at all. The only person who can write such original dragon writing can only be a dragon...a terrifying dragon with a bloodline no less than that of the four kings!
Ange's eyes went back and forth between the back of Lu Mingfei's neck and the paper he was writing on. His wrist was firmly pressed against the folding knife hidden in the cuff of his black suit.
This Damascus alchemy folding knife was made from the fragments of the blade head after the Atkan sword passed down from the family of Meta's brother Niek was broken.
The poison that killed the great king!
Fortunately, the sterling silver pendulum on the wall struck on time, and the "Symphony of Destiny" on the old gramophone stopped abruptly. Angers seemed to breathe a sigh of relief and suppressed a certain terrible thought that lingered in his mind.
But things were not as simple as Angers expected. The music stopped and the exam was over, but Lu Mingfei did not stop!
The eight blank sheets of paper were filled to the brim by Lu Mingfei, leaving almost no gaps for him to draw. So the pencil in Lu Mingfei's hand fell heavily on the huanghuali tea table, and the sharp tip of the pen was filled with horror.
It broke suddenly with great force, and the black pen tip flew past Ange's face.
The harsh friction sound echoed throughout the two-story building. Lu Mingfei's face, with his eyes closed, became distorted and ferocious, and he stabbed the remaining half-stub of pencil into the hard tea table.
The curtain of the sky fell, the sky was stained with blood, and the throne appeared from the middle of the long table... He was making a shocking and earth-shattering painting!