Dragon Race: Lu Mingfei Returns from a Wolf

It was an incredible thing to see such an elegantly dressed conductor appear in a modern Chicago train station in the middle of the night, but no one paid any attention to him.

"Is everyone blind?" Lu Mingfei asked.

"It's just the effect of his voice. That guy is a normal living person and a fan of the Backstreet Boys." Fingel said and walked over there.

"Yan Ling?" Lu Mingfei was a little confused.

Before he came here, he had never heard that this was an academy that taught magic.

He had doubts, but since he was here, why not get on the bus?

The two of them took out their tickets from their pockets, dragged their large and small bags to the ticket gate.

Different from the classical dress, the conductor was chewing gum and blowing bubbles. He looked quite fashionable, like an American boy who plays rap.

The conductor took Fingel's ticket and crossed it through the ticket gate. The green light turned on and there was a "beep" sound.

"Fingel, why don't you drop out of school?" the conductor said, "I thought I wouldn't see you this year."

"I am a person who has a beginning and an end." Fingel said: "The bus came very quickly this time. I thought I would have to wait for several days like last time."

"You have been downgraded to the 'F' class. This express train was specially added for our 'S' class freshman Lu Mingfei. Under normal circumstances, you have to wait until the evening of the day after tomorrow to get on the train." The conductor yelled.

Fingel hurried inside.

"Welcome, Lu Mingfei." The conductor wore white gloves and gracefully helped Lu Mingfei pick up the bag and saluted.

"Please forgive us for being late." The conductor apologized, "There was something wrong with the dispatch. We should have picked you up as soon as possible. Maybe your rank is too high, so the system went wrong."

"What a s!" Fingel exclaimed: "Isn't it the only principal who is a s?"

"More than that, but no more than ten people." The conductor said, "Get on the train quickly, it's almost time to stop at the station."

"What kind of ghost academy is this?" Lu Mingfei finally couldn't help it anymore.

He had so much to complain about that he didn't even know where to start.

What is the Word Spirit? Some kind of magic that cannot be shown to Muggles?

What is class? It’s both S and F, and it’s not like I’m running QQ Express.

"Is this really an official train?" Lu Mingfei felt that everything on this train was weird. Could it be that the next stop was hell?

"Of course, the Chicago government-approved train goes directly to Cassel College. It's a branch line train, so you can't find it on the train schedule. You know the kind that goes from the public railroad but leads to some mines and factories.

A special train? We are the same as those." The conductor replied calmly.

Following the conductor onto the platform, the front of the train stopped on the tracks with its dazzling headlights on.

The car is black, with a streamlined body and dazzling silver-white vine patterns blooming on the black paint surface, which is as gorgeous as a work of art.

Outside the sliding door, stood a familiar figure—Professor Guderian.

...

The train roared and sped through the dark night.

Across an oak table, Lu Mingfei, Fingel and Professor Guderian sat across from each other.

The carriage is in European style, very classic, with patterned walls on all sides, portholes wrapped in solid wood, and dark green leather sofas embroidered with gold thread.

Lu Mingfei put on the uniform of Kassel College, which was the same as the one that Ye Sheng wore when he interviewed him. However, the tailor of the college obviously did not measure his figure, but made the clothes extremely close to his body. He opened the cuffs and found out what was inside.

The words "ricardo.m.lu" are also embroidered on it.

He felt that he was incompatible with this car and had nothing in common with it.

He might feel more comfortable if he covered his face and curled up in a condom.

"Coffee or hot chocolate?" Professor Guderian asked, his back leaning against the wall, behind a huge painting covered by canvas.

"Just boiled water will do," Lu Mingfei said.

"I want hot chocolate." Fingel raised his hand shyly.

"It's freshman tutoring time now." Professor Guderian scolded: "Shut up for those who have nothing to do with it."

"If you don't give it, I won't give it to you. You're going to hurt me..." Fingel complained softly like a little girl.

Lu Mingfei didn't pay much attention to this little incident.

"Professor Guderian, let me ask straight to the point, what kind of college is this?" Lu Mingfei stared at Guderian's cloudy eyes, trying to see something from it.

"Not bad psychological quality." Professor Guderian nodded and received a glass of boiled water. "I thought you would scream to go home."

"What I'm going to say next may overturn your three views of the past eighteen years. Are you mentally prepared?"

"I think my three views have been subverted a long time ago." Lu Mingfei glanced at Fingel who was standing aside.

The amazing power hidden under that lazy body may be explained.

But according to them, Fingel is F-level, so what are the other students in this college?

"Okay, then I won't lay the groundwork." Professor Guderian cleared his throat, "First of all, I'm sorry that I'm late. I was delayed in Russia for a while, and I didn't wait until you called me.

I found there was a problem with the dispatch, so I decided to follow the train."

"Secondly, the college requires every student to take an entrance exam, which we call the '3e' exam. If you fail to pass, you will not be admitted, and your scholarship will not be valid."

"Qualification exam, okay, I know it's not that easy." Lu Mingfei had a headache.

He hates exams, of any kind.

"There is a confidentiality agreement here. You need to sign it first." Professor Guderian handed over a document.

Lu Mingfei read it carefully. It was mixed with English and some other crooked words, like Latin, which he couldn't understand, but he signed it anyway.

After all, he really wanted to know what this college was about, and it might have something to do with what he was looking for.

"Okay, make sure you sign it." Professor Guderian carefully put away the document, "Then, let's witness the real world."

The professor stood up, grabbed a corner of the upper canvas of the giant oil painting behind him, and shook it open.

The ferocious picture was exposed to the light. The moment Lu Mingfei's eyes touched the painting, he felt as if he was about to be pushed out by a huge force.

He heard the ringing of bells...the same ringing of bells that he had heard somewhere...

On the picture, the sky is the color of iron blue mixed with flames. A single giant tree stands, with dead branches extending in all directions, forming a dense network to support the cracked sky. The wasteland is covered with dead bones and giant black trees.

The beast is rising from the depths of the pile of bones, its wings are covered with skeletons, and after opening its huge membrane wings, it looks up to the sky and spits out black flames.

"Big lizard?" Lu Mingfei asked, tilting his head.