Dragon Clan: Lu Mingfei returns from Sekiro

At night, at the Regent Hotel, Chen Motong was wrapped in a white bath towel, letting her burgundy hair wet with water stick to her snow-white shoulders.

Under the floor-to-ceiling windows are bright neon lights and lighted traffic. This is the presidential suite of a five-star hotel, and of course it has the aura of a president.

Noble and willful, she sat in front of a pure white laptop, like a little witch with the power of life and death. She would throw a token to the kneeling eunuch if she didn't like anyone, and he would have until noon tomorrow to kill anyone who offended her. The criminals were executed late.

"S-level, Lu Mingfei." There was a photo on the glowing screen. Lu Mingfei with messy hair had a silly smile on his face, like an old chrysanthemum with an IQ of less than fifty.

This is a file that records in detail Lu Mingfei's experiences from childhood to adulthood, including the elementary school he attended, the junior high school he attended, and even the No. 72 machine next to the toilet where he likes to sit in Internet cafes.

After reading this file, you can understand his personality and talents better than his parents who are far away in foreign countries.

Chen Motong didn't understand why such a loser was rated S-level. In recent years, the highest students in Cassel College were only A-level, and the only S-level student had committed suicide by swallowing a gun.

There are so many elites selected from thousands of places who have not been rated as S-level. How come this Chinese student, who looks like a silly little boy with a runny nose in Crayon Shin-chan, can get this unique rating before he even enters school? ?

His resume is that of an ordinary student who grew up in a middle-class family. His grades are average, his athletic ability is at the bottom, and the only thing he is good at is playing games? What kind of bad joke is this?

But this file was personally evaluated by the principal, and no one at Kassel College dared to question Principal Angers.

"Norma, check if Lu Mingfei is online." Chen Motong asked.

"Lu Mingfei is on a video call with an American account." A calm female voice came from the computer.

"Yeah." She closed the laptop cover and stared at the long object wrapped in a strip of cloth that had been placed beside the bed for a long time.

She decided to test Lu Mingfei tomorrow.

Since he can be rated as S-level by the principal, he must have something special about him. He can't only play StarCraft, right?

If Professor Guderian knew the crazy thoughts in her head, he would definitely not send this lunatic to China.

You should know that the maximum penalty for using weapons without permission from the school administration department is to be expelled from school.

But she didn't care, she just wanted to know what this Chinese boy who looked like a piece of celery was capable of.

"Hey, Old Tang, do you know what questions are asked in interviews at American universities?" Lu Mingfei was typing on QQ.

"What? Did you get an interview opportunity?" Old Tang's panda avatar jumped excitedly.

Old Tang was the only person Lu Mingfei could think of who could help. Old Tang lived in New York and was of Chinese descent. However, because he grew up in the United States, he was not fluent in Chinese, but he still had no problem typing online.

"Well, there will be an interview the day after tomorrow, but I searched online for a long time and don't know what the interview is about."

Lu Mingfei still had the idea of ​​​​just getting lucky. If he won, he wouldn't have to do those tedious and troublesome review questions.

"Well, different schools have different interview questions. For example, Cambridge and Harvard are completely different."

"Which one are you familiar with?"

"Didn't I tell you that I entered social work after graduating from high school?"

"ah"

"Come on, let's make a video call."

Lu Mingfei glanced at the empty bed. His cousin was still sitting on the balcony blowing the cold wind and missing his sister Sunset. He probably wouldn't be able to come back for a while.

"Okay, you can teach me a few more words."

"no problem."

The video beeped twice and then connected. A guy with drooped eyebrows who looked like a comedian waved his hand.

"Hey, brother!" The voice was as loud as thunder: "Brother, how old are you, and the police want to arrest you?"

"He will be eighteen soon." Lu Mingfei said casually. He was not lying. Calculated based on his physical age, he only turned eighteen on July 17 this year.

"I didn't have enough fun last time. If you come to New York, just come to me and I'll drive my Greyhound and take you to the Internet cafes in the United States for a few laps." A mouthful of off-key Chinese came out, and Old Tang spat. The stars splashed and fell on the camera.

"Do you also eat KFC over there?"

"KFC is nothing, big brother will take you directly to eat steak." Old Tang assured, patting his chest.

For a moment, Lu Mingfei was a little moved. After surfing the Internet for a while, he happened to see Old Tang's profile picture dancing, so he tapped Old Tang's profile picture with the intention of giving it a try.

He and Old Tang were not familiar with each other, they just often made appointments to play games on the Star Channel.

Besides, this happened two years ago for him. It turns out that there is still someone who can help him in a corner that he didn't expect. He has an inexplicable big brother mentality to take care of his little brother.

Loyalty, this is loyalty!

If there had been such a big brother who traveled to Ashina with him back then, how could he have suffered so much?

Serving tea and water and wiping sweat for his elder brother are his ideal occupations.

Unfortunately, he had no one to rely on and had a child and a weak woman to take care of, so he could only rush to the front and chop people with a knife until his hands and feet became numb and cramped.

Most of the time, he was hacked to death and then resurrected with Long Yin's immortal power.

Two years later, he had at least gained experience in being beaten. If he were to do it again, he would be a little more confident, but he was not proud at all. Whenever he felt that he was good again, he would often end up badly. awful.

"Okay, no more bragging, let's get started quickly." Old Tang looked serious, but with his raised eyebrows, it only made people laugh, "Hurry up and finish the tutoring, I have to play a few more games ."

"The most commonly used opening questions in interviews are, why did you apply to our school? Why did you apply to this college? Please show me some reason."

"But I didn't apply"

"Stop talking nonsense! Practice with me."

The night is getting deeper and deeper, and this small southern city has become completely silent. The street lights illuminate the empty streets, and most of the lights in the buildings are extinguished. Only a few night owls are still staying up late. The young man is learning to pronounce each word, thousands of miles away. There, a man was eating yogurt one bite at a time, correcting his pronunciation.

The figure on the balcony was still feeling sad, sighing like a flood.

"Naruzawa! It's almost time to go to bed!" A middle-aged woman's voice came from the next door room, "We have classes tomorrow! Don't stay up late!"

Some people are happy, some are sad, and some are mumbling incomprehensible words like "S-level, take advantage of me." in bed.