The gentle Guerweger just now was like a female general galloping on the battlefield, commanding three people by herself, keeping things in the kitchen in order.
Lu Mingfei took over Caesar's work, struggling with a bundle of basil leaves, while Caesar stood in front of a large pot, watching a timer, waiting for the pasta in the large pot to be cooked.
Fingel was moved by Gurwei to move things. There were only two unfamiliar people left in the small kitchen, and the atmosphere was a bit awkward.
Caesar stirred the pasta in the soup pot, turned to Lu Mingfei who was picking vegetables and said:
"You seem to be different from other people in China. You didn't have any training in high school?"
"Ah...what training?"
Lu Mingfei raised his head. He had just picked off a yellow vegetable leaf and did not understand what Caesar meant.
"You don't know? The hybrids in China have been trained since high school." Caesar stared at the timer. He found this child more and more interesting. Maybe he could be added to his plan.
Not only because of what Ender did back then, but also because Caesar felt that this guy was very appealing to him.
"My high school was just an ordinary middle school. I didn't know anything about mixed races."
Lu Mingfei felt a little depressed. He couldn't understand why he had to waste three years in high school and learn a lot of useless English. Finally, when he came here, he was taught in Chinese.
Other freshmen would shoot headshots with AKs, but I had never even touched a gun a few times.
"That may be Mr. Ander's arrangement. It doesn't matter. There are many zero-level students like you. You just lack a little... help."
Caesar turned his head, the expression on his face seemed to tell Lu Mingfei that he was the son of destiny, and as long as he joined the student union, he could create miracles.
"Help...you mean the student union?"
"Yes, there are many interesting people in the student union. If you join, everyone will help you."
Caesar is like a witch, luring pure and lovely freshmen into his trap step by step, but he is indeed right. The student union will never spare resources for those who have potential.
Not as good as S-level Lu Mingfei, or like Caesar himself.
"I... am still a freshman, and I don't understand it yet."
"It doesn't matter. I will invite you again after you finish your military training and 3E exam."
"3E exam?"
Lu Mingfei suddenly heard what he least wanted to hear: the exam.
"Extraction Evaluation Exam, bloodline level test, test your bloodline."
Lu Mingfei quietly touched his forehead. It was obvious that he didn't have horns on his head, and there was nothing special about him since he was a child. He was still a little scared about this kind of thing.
"But I feel like a normal person."
Caesar glanced at Lu Mingfei with some surprise. Hybrids have blood sorrow, while dragonborn can grow scales. These things will remind them that they are fundamentally different from ordinary people.
"You have a good attitude, but at least you have to trust your parents."
The deeds of Lu Mingfei's parents can also be found in school. The probability of two S-class children giving birth to an ordinary person is lower than the probability of a pack of Lay's without air.
"In a good mood?"
"Humans are social animals." Caesar put the pasta into a large baking pan with tongs and said casually: "For those who realize that they are different from others, this kind of loneliness will be a pain."
"Many hybrids choose to die because of this loneliness called Blood Mourning, so you feel that you are ordinary, which is a good thing for hybrids."
"It looks like I'm mentally healthy." Lu Mingfei touched his chest. He didn't expect that his ordinaryness would become an advantage. It seemed absurd that people would commit suicide because of loneliness.
Caesar and Lu Mingfei opened the topic, and the two chatted casually. Caesar gave Lu Mingfei some common knowledge about the college, such as the student union is very powerful, the student union has a lot of future, and the student union has less things but more money.
On the other side, Fingel, who was being pulled over by Gurweig to move things, took off his clothes, and Gurweig was inspecting his body.
"Your situation has become serious again. Please don't use your words in the near future."
Fingel nodded, touched a purple scar on his chest, and lay down on a bed.
"Let's get started, Ms. Gullwig."
Guerweger placed two copper coins on his eyes, sprinkled a pinch of salt on the blue spots on his chest, held Fingel down and silently recited a prayer.
Light emerged on Fingel's body, and the blue spot dissipated in the light. Gurweger took two copper coins to cover Fingel's eyes.
"Okay, you can get up."
"Every time this happens, I feel like a dead person."
Fingel got up and took a deep breath, stretched and twisted, and quickly put on his clothes.
"Theoretically, you are right. The magic of embalming can only be used on dead people."
"But I'm still me."
"So you have to make up your mind quickly, it only takes one ceremony..."
Guerweger looked at Fingel with hatred, but Fingel shook his head.
"I want to wait for her to come back. I still have time, don't I?"
"Yes, the theoretical time limit for resurrection is one hundred years, but you have to bring her body back first."
"One hundred years is such a long time."
Fingel sorted the clothes and followed Gurweger back to the kitchen with a pile of porcelain plates.
Caesar looked at Fingel. His mother liked this guy very much and always took him to move things. Maybe it was because he was German?
But my mother didn't seem to have any intention of remarrying, and Caesar didn't want to call Fingel daddy one day.
As soon as Guerweger came back, he started the final work vigorously. With the joint efforts of several people, a large plate of tomato and basil pasta was brought to the long table of the chapel. There was a large pot of meatballs next to it.
In fact, traditional pasta does not add meatballs, but considering this is the United States, Gurweger thoughtfully made some small changes.
In the church, several people were already waiting. When they saw Gurweger coming, they hurried over to help.
In the end, more than thirty people came to the chapel, and each of them had a plate of spaghetti and a meatball in front of them. Fingel and Lu Mingfei had one more person. Like Caesar, they were treated like biological sons.
The red-haired girl also came, standing next to Gullweger, helping him distribute food. Different from the afternoon, she looked like she had specially taken care of her clothes, and she had a good smell of lavender.
"That's Nono, Caesar's girlfriend."
Fingel next to him introduced, and Lu Mingfei suddenly felt his heart stop.
"So...this is a meeting with parents?"
"probably."
Lu Mingfei rolled up a roll of pasta with a fork and imitated Fingel and said: