Dragon Clan: Thought So Far

Chapter 7 007.Chicago Train Station

"Xia Mi, when I arrive, I will secretly take you a handsome photo of my senior brother and send it to you together with other gifts." Lu Mingfei stood in the bustling crowd of Chicago train station and sent QQ to Xia Mi using N96. .

Xia Mi's avatar was a Rilakkuma, and she replied instantly: "Thank you, Senior Brother Lu, Senior Brother is the best!"

Lu Mingfei giggled, holding two huge suitcases tied together with thick nylon ropes in his right hand. In addition to clothes and books, there was also a twelve-hole quilt, two pillows, and dried meat pickled by his uncle and aunt. Carrot sticks, Lao Ganma, which is popular all over the world, were also stuffed into the cracks of the box and traveled across the ocean to become a foreign thing among Americans. The Seven Deadly Sins were still carried in the hiking bag on his back, and a pressure cooker was attached to the box, making the bag push up to a large size.

Thinking about it, if the King of Bronze and Fire knew that the Seven Deadly Sins of Purgatory made of bronze were so casually stacked and put in the same container as the pressure cooker used by humans to press pig trotters, they would definitely endure it before raising the battle flag and crossing the wasteland. Just smash Lu Mingfei to death with a pressure cooker.

Speaking of which, the Seven Deadly Sins almost didn't come with United Airlines, but Norma helped Lu Mingfei apply for a VIP channel and upgrade to first class before bringing her to Chicago.

"Norma said that some new students will go with me, and I don't know who it will be." Lu Mingfei stood waiting outside the gate of the Chicago train station, wondering if the sign he held was written in Arabic or Latin. Then I can only feel helpless and sigh.

Norma sent a text message saying that the CC1000 express train was already waiting at the platform. As soon as the noble S-class Lu Mingfei stepped onto the battleship that was used to go to Kassel, it immediately roared like a silver snake in the atrium. Drive past the mines and into the valley.

But Lu Mingfei suddenly saw the Coke machine at the entrance of Subway, and flashed in his mind Xia Mi's long legs raised in the sun. Every line was youthful and smooth, and every inch of skin was as gentle as jade. He chuckled, thinking that his senior brother had really good taste, and his junior sister was a soft girl at the level of a fairy. When she cosplayed Haruhi Suzumiya, she was like a otaku god.

At this time, someone stood in front of him. It was a blond girl. She was not tall but breathtakingly beautiful, and her skin was so white that it made her cold.

Compared with Lu Mingfei's large and small bags, Ling looked relaxed. She glanced at the suitcase in Lu Mingfei's hand, which was larger than the two she stacked, and there was a trace of panic and confusion on her iceberg-like face: "You Didn’t you use the baggage check-in service provided by the school?”

"What? Is there such a service?" Lu Mingfei leaned back tactically. He was so shocked that his teeth hurt a little. He thought Lu Mingfei was an S-level student and had been the president of the student union. When did he enjoy this kind of thing in school? What kind of treatment?

"Freshmen whose pedigree is A-level or above and undergraduate students who are A-level or above and have failed no more than three subjects in the academic year can enjoy the gift and check-in service." Norma's text message came in.

Lu Mingfei made an expression of sudden realization. It turns out it’s Jiang Zi. It turns out it’s because I fail too many subjects every semester. Then I don’t understand! Then why, as a freshman, and an S-class freshman at that, don't I get this kind of aristocratic treatment?

"The college has not seen a new S-class for forty years. When the last S-class was studying in school, transportation was not as developed as it is now. We usually do not provide any additional services, and Lu Mingfei has been the student for forty years. The first S-level was actually not entered into the additional services system, which is considered a dereliction of duty on the part of the school." Norma was like a roundworm in Lu Mingfei's belly.

"I have learned about you from the file, Lu Mingfei. I am Ling, and I am your traveler." Ling said. She hesitated for a moment, then stretched out a palm, with the palm drooping slightly, like a gift from a princess to a knight. Taking the opportunity to kiss her hand, Lu Mingfei knew that she actually just wanted to shake hands, so he also extended his right hand: "Classmate Ling is Russian, right?"

"Yeah." Zero quickly withdrew his palm and stood next to Lu Mingfei. He stood upright, but a little short.

Zero is an iceberg of beauty.

Lu Mingfei suppressed his inexplicably restless complaints and continued to wait where he was, because Norma sent him a text message saying that there was still a professor and a new student who had not arrived, asking them to wait a little longer.

At this time, the phone rang, and it was Xia Mi calling him.

"Moxi Moxi?" Lu Mingfei's voice became lighter when he answered the phone. He was thinking that the love between his younger sister and his senior brother was indeed deep and shy. He had clearly given her Chu Zihang's QQ number a long time ago. and mobile phone number, but at the moment he still wants to get information about Chu Zihang through his senior brother Lu.

"Brother, senior brother, look to the left, look to the left, what a surprise!" Xia Mi's voice rang from the phone, but it seemed to be right next to him. Soon the two voices overlapped each other. Lu Mingfei looked up in shock and looked at Junior sister Xia Mi, who was wearing a camisole, hot pants and sneakers, came over to this side on the arm of a coquettish and handsome old man.

"What's going on? Junior sister, you shouldn't be here, right?" Lu Mingfei looked shocked. Seeing Xia Mi at the Chicago train station at this time was as incredible as Uncle Liu Huang meeting Zhuge Liang during the Three Heroes battle with Lu Bu. Ah, and as a little dragon girl, why are you with the leader of the dragon-slaying society? There's something wrong with the way the plot unfolds, junior sister!

"Xia Mi has passed the 3E exam. According to the school regulations, of course she can apply to enter Kassel one year in advance!" Xiang Lu Mingfei, an old gentleman wearing a custom-made Burberry striped suit and carrying a Globe-Trotter bag, and Ling He took off his hat and put a crimson rose on his chest.

"I'm the principal of the school, Ange. I'm glad to see you here, Mingfei, Ling." Ange naturally pulled his arm out of Xia Mi's arms, then took it from Lu Mingfei's hand and used it with a nylon rope. The huge suitcase bundled up looked like a very elegant British gentleman.

"Senior brother is indeed a master who is good at flirting with women! He hooked up with a Russian goblin after not seeing each other for a few days!" Xia Mi jumped up and whispered in Lu Mingfei's ear. Lu Mingfei was speechless and said to his junior sister. Junior sister, you know it’s easy for others to misunderstand you if you come so close, look at you, look at you, we’re both going to touch our chests, junior sister!

He had no reason to think that Chu Zihang was looking at him with Murasumi covered in Jun flames, his golden eyes lit up, his Adam's apple rolled, he swallowed, and he jumped back to distance himself from Xia Mi.

"Junior sister! We are innocent!" Lu Mingfei said carelessly.

"It's great to be young." The principal seemed completely unburdened when he lifted the suitcase weighing dozens of kilograms. Instead, he had a beautiful expression recalling his youthful years.

"When I was your age, I was still studying in Cambridge. At that time, my friends and I would pretend to love literature. I would often bring a copy of "Don Quixote" and we would gather together at St. Mary's Cathedral. Here, I am looking forward to someone who can attract the attention of the girls in the seminary who like to wear nun uniforms. Sometimes the wind blowing from the Cam River will lift the skirts of the girls, revealing their slender white calves." The principal said and whistled , the old guy's eyes seemed to be flashing with the yearning for girls when he was young, but this yearning was quickly swallowed up by some kind of flame called hatred.

Although he was still smiling, his gentle face clearly hid anger as sharp as a sword.

That anger has been burning for a hundred years and will not be extinguished until the overthrow of a certain race.