Time flies, and some children always grow up in the blink of an eye.
For example, the Chu Zihang in front of Ander is a sophomore in high school at the High School Affiliated to the Kassel Union College of Yenching University in Beijing. It's summer vacation, but the child hasn't rested for a moment. He asked his father to find Ander who was staying in China.
"Master, I want to learn magic!"
Listening to the request of the boy in front of him, Ender slapped the table and stood up.
"Good! Very energetic!"
Chu Zihang's expression remained unchanged, but he quietly took a step back. Ander's reaction really frightened him.
In fact, Ender has also wanted to find a successor in magic these years, but the Chinese dragonborn's attitude towards magic shields is probably...
"Very useful, but machine guns are better."
With the advancement of technology, warlocks who only knew three or four ring spells at most quickly abandoned their instinct to use magic and instead used five or six punches and four-zero fire.
Ander has been too lazy these years and hasn't paid much attention to the Dragonborn. As a result, the warlocks now agree that the most useful spell is the first-level charm human being.
This little magic can help them solve some troubles and greatly reduce the workload of relevant departments.
Looking at the high-spirited Chu Zihang in front of him, Ander planned to train him to be a benchmark among warlocks, to show those guys who only used to charm humans what the power of magic was.
"Boy, I am very optimistic about you. If you take these two books, I will ensure that you can practice peerless martial arts."
Looking at the two poorly bound booklets in his hands, the corners of Chu Zihang's mouth twitched. This seemed a bit too unreliable.
He looked at the covers of the two books. One was titled: "Hua Long Jin" and had a fire-breathing dragon on the cover; the other had a moving truck on the cover and the title was: "Brass".
Dragon Unlimited Fighting Technique".
"The Dragon Transformation is the training method for warlocks, and the fighting skills are the summary of my combat experience over the years."
For warlocks, they do not need to learn knowledge like mages to improve their abilities. What they need is to control the magic power in their bodies and guide the magic power to be released in the most efficient way by exercising their own control.
Therefore, Ander borrowed the concept of Chinese martial arts, compared magic power to strength, and named this exercise method of controlling magic power Hualong Jin. After all, the stronger the Dragon Vein Warlock is, the closer he will be to the dragon.
"Mr. Lu, what's the difference between this and the Yin Yang Jin book in school?"
Yes, over the years, Chinese dragon-borns have also summed up a set of exercises to improve the level of warlocks, which is also the "Yin-Yang Strength" that dragon-borns like Chu Zihang must learn.
"This is more demanding on people and requires some additional information."
Ander said, taking out two large books as thick as the palm of his hand and handing them to Chu Zihang.
"Just take a look at those wizards' enlightenment materials."
Chu Zihang held the book that Ander gave him and bowed to him. After he was rescued by Ander from the Nibelung, he had been longing for the power of magic and wanted to be like Ender.
Use a nuclear bomb (actually, the power of a meteor burst is not as powerful as a nuclear bomb).
But it was helpless that Chu Tianjiao knew nine out of ten about magic, but knew nothing about it. After much thinking, Chu Zihang took advantage of his summer vacation to find Ander.
"Thank you, master!"
Ender waved his hand helplessly. In fact, these things are not worth much at all, but most of the enemies faced by the dragonborn in China are awakened dragons. Magic is sandwiched between spirit and technology, and they are selectively ignored by them.
That’s all.
After Chu Zihang was sent away, the Hexutong Teahouse became quiet again. Compared with previous years, there were more bottles and cans here, most of which were fakes that Lao Hu had taken from his own shop to decorate.
A boy wearing short-sleeved shorts and a pair of slippers came in and said hello to Ender.
"Uncle De, I'm here."
"You kid came to my place to play on the computer again?"
"There's nothing I can do about it. Internet cafes have been strictly inspected recently."
This boy is Lu Mingfei, who is currently in his first year of high school at Shilan Middle School. He took advantage of the summer vacation to sneak out from home and come here to surf the Internet.
Although Lu Mingfei is of mixed race, he did not go to Cardiff High School, but stayed in Shilan to study.
On the one hand, Lu Lincheng didn't like the atmosphere of Kalian High School. He and Qiao Weini thought that Lu Mingfei should be allowed to enjoy the childhood of an ordinary person.
On the other hand, Angers and Ander agreed that Lu Mingfei should be allowed to spend more time among ordinary people to check whether his psychological condition is in line with expectations and whether he can empathize with ordinary people.
But you still have to go to Kassel College to study in college.
Lu Mingfei opened the computer in a familiar manner, preparing to invite friends for an exciting interstellar father-son game, when Ander's voice suddenly came:
"Let me tell you something, your parents are planning to let you go to their alma mater, Cassel College."
Lu Mingfei opened the battle network and didn't pay attention to Ander's words at all.
"Kassel College, is it a foreign school?"
"Yes, with the recommendation from alumni, you are a sure bet."
The mouse that selected the room suddenly stopped. For a high school student, being able to obtain admission to the university in his first year of high school is undoubtedly a more exciting thing than winning the lottery.
"What don't you need me to do?"
"Foreign countries rely heavily on connections. As long as your English is good, you can pretty much read."
Anyway, Kassel College looks at blood, not personal abilities. Even if you are illiterate and have dragon blood, you can still go to school.
Lu Mingfei took a deep breath. Yesterday, he was still worried about his summer homework. Today, someone told him that you had been accepted by a foreign university. This contrast was unacceptable to him.
"Uncle De, am I the heir to some big group or something?"
"You want to ask how much money the Lu family has."
Ender looked at Lu Mingfei in front of him and was speechless. This guy's thinking was very fast and always unpredictable.
"Absolutely. I don't think my uncle and aunt lived quite a simple life."
Lu Mingfei, who has been studying in Shilan all year round, obviously has some misunderstanding about the word simplicity. Lu Gucheng (uncle) has just bought a BMW, has a car and a house, his son is still studying in a noble school, and he travels abroad several times every year.
Obviously, the word "simple" does not go hand in hand.
"Actually, you are quite rich. What do you want to do?"
"Can you let me experience the feeling of a young man? I have a female classmate who has her birthday tomorrow."
Lu Mingfei rubbed his hair and made a shameless request. Tomorrow is Chen Wenwen's birthday. He also wanted to get out of the luxury car like his classmates and give his beloved girl an expensive gift.
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"Let you drive a luxury car, wear a customized suit, throw money around like an idiot, and then take your beloved female classmate to the hotel and get married together?"
Lu Mingfei imagined that scene and felt that it seemed quite silly and did not fit his position as a literary boy. He said a little embarrassedly:
"I also want to throw money at people."
"I can fulfill this wish."
Ender returned to the back room, and soon took out a shiny golden tile, walked over and handed it to Lu Mingfei.
As soon as Lu Mingfei got the brick, his first feeling was that it was so heavy. He quickly held it with both hands and put the brick on the table.
"Made of pure gold, it weighs thirty kilograms. According to the current price of gold, it should be worth three to four million."
"If you hit someone with this, you'll end up paraplegic at worst."