Chapter One Hundred and Fifty Eight: The New Man Changes the Old Man
The students who were frightened by Luli's fireball and picked up weapons were quickly comforted by Angers' broadcast. Angers threw the exploding fireball to the Equipment Department, saying that it was the Equipment Department experimenting with a new mortar.
Taking into account the equipment department's consistent peeing, the students easily accepted this setting. Only some explosion maniacs complained on the Night Watch forum that the movement made by the equipment department this time was a bit small and not exciting enough.
For Lu Mingfei, some things were more exciting than the sudden appearance of a fireball, such as Su Qian in front of her who looked like she was here to accuse him, and Chu Zihang with a cold face behind her.
"Hi..." Lu Mingfei greeted weakly: "Brother, hello, senior sister."
Then Lu Mingfei watched helplessly as Susie stretched out her hand and pinched her cheek.
"What benefits did that big golden retriever Caesar give you to join the student union so quickly?" Susie stared at Lu Mingfei, as if she wanted to see something wrong on his face.
"Sister Qian, stop making trouble." Lu Mingfei pushed away Su Qian's clutches: "I am going to undergo labor reform."
"Is it because you injured Nono?" Susie couldn't believe it: "You are too honest. If Caesar forces you to do this, come to us, and senior sister will stand up for you."
"No, no." Lu Mingfei shook his head repeatedly: "I just...uh..."
"You're not attracted to Caesar's group of white stocking secretaries, are you?" Susie's eyes were full of doubts: "Boys should still pursue something, and don't be blinded by beauty."
"Absolutely not!" Lu Mingfei shook his head faster: "I have never seen a secretary in white stockings."
"Brother and sister, what are you doing here?" Lu Mingfei abruptly changed the subject to prevent Su Qian from eating him alive later.
"I'm here to express my condolences to you." Chu Zihang stepped forward, and the muscles on his face squeezed out a weird smile: "Congratulations on becoming S-class."
Chu Zihang handed Lu Mingfei a box that looked exquisitely packaged. Lu Mingfei weighed it in his hand for a few times. It felt very good and was definitely not light.
"This is a condolence gift, it will be very important in the following military training." Chu Zihang nodded: "Especially for a student like you who has zero foundation."
"Thank you, senior brother." Lu Mingfei felt warm. It seemed that many people still thought of him.
But he quickly remembered what Chu Zihang said before: "Brother, you said that I am S-level, which means..."
"You don't know?" Chu Zihang's eyes showed a hint of surprise: "The results will come out this afternoon."
"So," Susie continued, "you are now a real S-class, and Norma never makes mistakes."
"Ah... this is too sudden." Lu Mingfei sighed: "It is indeed high technology."
Chu Zihang stepped forward and patted Lu Mingfei on the shoulder, and said: "It doesn't matter if you don't join the Lion Heart Club. Chinese students sometimes have dinner together. Remember to come if you are free."
"Thank you, senior brother." Lu Mingfei hugged the gift box and smiled happily: "I will definitely come, just contact me."
"I won't disturb you anymore. You will continue training tomorrow." Su Qian said goodbye to Lu Mingfei: "If you are bullied in the student union, Lion Heart will welcome you at any time."
"Thank you, senior brother and sister." Lu Mingfei waved and watched the two of them walk away before returning to the dormitory.
"Congratulations, junior." Fingel was now sitting at the table playing with a computer: "Thanks to you, I won two hundred dollars, and I can have a big dinner tonight."
Lu Mingfei responded casually and couldn't wait to open the gift box given by Chu Zihang.
"What is this..." Lu Mingfei stroked the rows of silver gadgets in the box: "Bullets?"
"9mm pistol bullets, for M9." Fingel leaned over and said, "You will start firearms training tomorrow."
"But what does this mean?" Lu Mingfei was a little confused: "Do students have to bring their own bullets for shooting?"
"No, look at the color of the bullet." Fingel pointed to the silver on the tip of the bullet: "This is a mercury-plated silver bullet, a special bullet for dragons."
"Wow." Lu Mingfei ran his fingers across the mirror-like bullets, with a puzzled expression on his face: "But can this kind of bullets kill a dragon?
I mean, the bullet is so small and the dragon is so big."
"Of course... you can't." Fingel looked at Lu Mingfei as if he were looking at a fool.
"But it's very useful for Deadpool." Fingel picked up a bullet, and the silver mirror reflected his eyes: "Deadpool is as fragile as a human being in front of it."
"It seems that you have high hopes from the violent maniacs of the Lionheart Club." Fingel put the bullet back into the box: they seem to be eager for you to be able to complete the task independently when you are as old as Chu Zihang."
"It sounds pretty bad. I want to enjoy my college time more," Lu Mingfei sighed.
But soon, he experienced another kind of "good time" on the lawn of the school playground. He was pressed down by a big Russian man and had to masturbate constantly.
"Tell the instructor, can you get up from me?" Lu Mingfei looked at the instructor pressing on him and felt uncomfortable all over.
"Shut up." Instructor Anton showed no mercy: "Last year, a fool shot and killed a military training instructor during firearms training. Otherwise, why do you think the school would allow me to use the word spirit?"
Lu Mingfei glanced at the classmates next to him out of the corner of his eye. Behind them, there was a big man with his hands behind his back, waiting for him, but he was the only one who was pinned down by Anton.
"Tell the instructor, why am I the only one being held down?" Lu Mingfei wanted to give one last try.
"Because you are S-level." Anton said angrily: "And you have no foundation. You told me that the last time you touched someone was when you were thirteen years old."
"You are the most dangerous person in the whole playground. Now, shoot me quickly!"
Anton yelled the last sentence, and Lu Mingfei didn't dare to neglect and quickly adjusted his movements to aim at the target.
After the round, Lu Mingfei heard Anton say:
"Boy, your grades are good." Anton patted Lu Mingfei on the shoulder: "It seems you are quite talented. Stay and practice for an extra hour at noon!"
"But the instructor..."
"No but, you are S-level, so you can add another hour of physical training in the evening!"
The students around him looked at Lu Mingfei with a mixture of pity and envy. Since the 3E exam, Instructor Anton seemed to have his eye on Lu Mingfei and has been giving this poor guy extra training."
In this regard, most people think that this is just the school's task, and it is normal for S-class to receive preferential treatment.
In this regard, the black young man Bradley said: "With great ability comes great responsibility."
On the high platform next to the playground, two figures were watching Lu Mingfei during military training.