"What took you so long? Isn't the '3E' exam only two hours long? Did you fall asleep in the principal's office?"
As soon as he opened the dormitory door, Lu Mingfei saw Fingel sitting at the table with a stern face on his arm and complaining to him full of complaints.
"Don't tell me, I actually slept in the principal's office." Lu Mingfei scratched his head.
"Huh? You didn't fall asleep during the whole exam, did you? Did you answer the questions? How many papers did you answer?" Fingel jumped up, his face quickly filled with nervousness and worry.
Fingel can't tolerate this matter without being nervous!
It wouldn't matter to him if Lu Mingfei failed the "3E" exam and was ordered to drop out of school, but the thousands of dollars he had invested in helping Lu Mingfei pass the exam were very important!
If this guy treats the principal's office like a convenience hotel and sleeps through the entire exam without answering a single question, the principal will get so angry that he directly gives Lu Mingfei a big zero, so Norma will talk to Lu Mingfei.
It doesn’t work!
Fingel had bet all his wife and hoped to make a comeback with this kid. If he lost everything, he would probably drag Lu Mingfei and jump off the rooftop of the boys' dormitory to die together.
!
"Hmm... It seems to be eight sheets. That's what the principal told me. All eight blank sheets of paper seem to be filled."
"Eight pictures? Eight pictures! Wuhu, Wuhu! Take off, take off!" Fingel was so excited that he leaned on the steel pillar supporting the bed and started pole dancing. The charming dance posture was quite eye-catching when paired with his strong physique.
"Stop, brother, I don't want to wake up with needle eyes tomorrow." Lu Mingfei sighed softly, holding his forehead and couldn't bear to look directly.
"My dear junior brother, do you know what it means that you wrote eight papers? As long as you don't scribble with your eyes open, but actually resonate with each other, you can fill up the eight papers with
The level is almost certain to pass!”
"The last person who seriously filled out the eight test papers was the last 'S' class 40 years ago. He might have become a peerless dragon slayer, but unfortunately he later committed suicide by swallowing a gun. Alas, in the end
Dazzling stars are always fleeting, and few 'S'-level geniuses end well..." Fingel sighed.
"...I always feel like who is inside you..."
"But since you have shown your ideals, junior brother, let's start celebrating!" Fingel pointed to the table wrapped in a silver tablecloth.
This is what Fingel promised Lu Mingfei before leaving in the morning: "As long as the '3E' exam results are satisfactory, when you come back, my senior brother will pay for it out of his own pocket and treat you to a big meal, authentic German cuisine!"
The silver tablecloth was made of very high-grade materials, and the cloth surface reflected dazzling light. Through the high bulges of the tablecloth, Lu Mingfei touched his shriveled belly, as if he had already seen the delicate and generous portions under the high-grade tablecloth.
gourmet food!
Fingel acted like a waiter, smiled and shook the high-end tablecloth away suddenly, and did not forget to match the ups and downs of the music in his mouth, "Thump thump thump... thump!"
"Wow, so overbearing... pig knuckle?"
"pork hock!"
"Sauerkraut?"
"Yeah, there's mashed potatoes too!"
"Damn it, I should have thought of it earlier!" Lu Mingfei rolled his eyes when he saw the very familiar food under the high-end tablecloth, and his appetite suddenly disappeared.
I have lost my mind to imagine what kind of high-standard meal Fingel can really prepare for me. This standard three-piece canteen set is already the limit for this guy!
"Eat, junior brother, I specially bought a portion for two people, isn't it grand enough? This way we don't have to fight over a piece of food, so as not to affect the relationship between our senior brothers!" Fingel took the lead and picked up the food.
A piece of crispy roasted pork knuckle was placed across his mouth, and he spoke vaguely.
In fact, it was mainly because during the beginning of the school year, in order to promote the relationship between students, the food in the cafeteria was buy one, get one free. Fingel originally went there with the intention of buying one at half price, but was rejected by the cafeteria aunt.
"Well, it's great. From now on, no one will say that senior brother you are a mule or a loser. Who should I worry about? Senior brother, you should be Pixiu!" Lu Mingfei scooped up a spoonful of mashed potatoes.
"What is Pixiu?" Fingel finished eating his pork knuckle, then calmly extended his hand to Lu Mingfei's portion, but Lu Mingfei slapped it away.
"It's a mythical beast in our place. Don't worry, I'm not swearing." Lu Mingfei quickly finished the mashed potatoes and ate the pork knuckle.
"Hey, thank you for the compliment." Fingel believed it. "But junior brother, after you finished the '3E' exam, didn't you find that you were different? Did you feel that your body and mind were clear and renewed?"
"Senior brother, I went to the principal's office to take an exam, not to take a shower in the bathhouse. And I'm from the south. Southerners generally don't take a shower."
"It's strange. Didn't you have the urge to sing along with the dragon in the music during the exam? Didn't you awaken your spiritual spirit?" Fingel asked, scratching the back of his head.
"When I awaken my spiritual spirit, do I have to have the urge to sing a song?" Lu Mingfei asked rhetorically.
"Of course it must be there, because hybrids need to sing before they can release the spirit of speech. This is common sense. The spirit of speech, as the name suggests, is the power hidden in words!" Fingel explained.
"Generally speaking, the higher the bloodline, the faster the hybrid chants, but no matter how fast the chanting process is, it is still essential, unless it is the Dragon King, but that is a person's innate power, and we can only borrow it.
They are just fire thieves of their power."
"Oh, I understand." Lu Mingfei nodded, deeply engraving the sentence "Mixeds need to sing to release their speech spirits" in his mind.
"Junior brother, what did you see in the vision?" Fingel took out a pen and paper, looking full of curiosity.
"Brother, are you checking the household registration?" Lu Mingfei glanced at Fingel, who kept asking questions.
"Don't forget that I am a man who is the Minister of Information. I must have some professional ethics, right?" Fingel took out the voice recorder in his pocket and the camera hidden behind him, "This is an exclusive about the 'S' class.
The headlines, thousands of pairs of eyes in the college are watching eagerly, why not give senior brother a chance to break the news? Senior brother is so generous as to treat you to a German dinner..."
"Okay, okay." Lu Mingfei waved his hand, interrupting Fingel's chatter, "In the spiritual vision... I saw that I was sitting on a chair."
"A chair?" Fingel was stunned, the pen in his hand hesitatingly circling in mid-air, unable to start writing.
"Yes, it's just a chair." Lu Mingfei nodded heavily, then he wiped his mouth, stood up, picked up the Guanshi Zhengzong placed in the corner and prepared to go out, "Thank you for the hospitality, senior brother. I've finished eating and will go out to practice.
Er Jian."
The sunshine in the autumn afternoon was not too hot, and the overflowing warmth flowed on Lu Mingfei's body. Fingel's question brought back his memories.
After falling into the abyss with Lu Mingze, Lu Mingfei fell into a second spiritual vision. Even now when he thinks of that scene, he still feels a deep sense of unreality.
In the last days when the sky was stained red with blood, a throne made of dragon bones rose from the ground, blocking out the sky and the sun. Lu Mingfei sat on it, as cold and arrogant as an aloof god.