Dragon Race: Lu Mingfei Returns from a Wolf

Lu Mingfei opened his eyes and found himself lying on a cowhide bench with a blanket covering him.

This is a quaintly decorated study room, surrounded by bookcases and a crystal chandelier hanging from the roof.

Lu Mingfei sat up and looked around. Professor Guderian was taking a nap at the desk not far away.

"You're awake." Professor Guderian raised his disheveled head.

Lu Mingfei shook his head and took a few deep breaths, "We... didn't encounter an earthquake?"

"There was no earthquake, and you suddenly fainted." Professor Guderian said: "Fingel said that you stayed up all night at the Internet cafe for several nights before coming here, and today you stayed up all night fighting with him until one o'clock in the morning. It is probably due to physical persistence.

Can’t stay any longer.”

"Young people should pay attention to moderation and don't stay up late all the time. When you reach middle age, you will have to pay back these things." Professor Guderian said with an experienced tone.

"Where is this?" Lu Mingfei pressed his forehead, as if a blood vessel was beating in his head.

"We have arrived at the academy. Are you okay? I'm really afraid that our S-class died suddenly because of surfing the Internet. Then you will really become the first person in the world, unprecedented and unprecedented." Professor Guderian asked with concern.

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"I'm fine, nothing happened at all." Lu Mingfei waved his hand.

"Okay, I know you are afraid of trouble, but I still have to take you to see a doctor. We must be responsible for the health of our students." Professor Guderian clapped his hands.

"I'm really fine!" Lu Mingfei was a little anxious. He had disliked those sharp pinholes and middle-aged men in white coats since he was a child. "Look, I can jump."

He did a difficult backflip on the spot and landed smoothly.

"Mental health is also a very important part of health." The door of the study room opened, and a middle-aged man with "I am Japanese" written on his face walked in quickly.

On each hand is a black suitcase with silver metal edging, which looks quite sturdy.

After putting the two suitcases on the table, he bowed respectfully to Lu Mingfei and introduced himself in fluent Chinese: "My name is Toyama Masashi, a psychological counseling teacher at Kassel College. I am very happy to meet you."

There have been no S'-level freshmen for more than 40 years."

"Your body indicators are very healthy." Masashi Toyama said: "But just in case, we decided to provide you with psychological counseling."

"Just in case, just in case?" Lu Mingfei asked doubtfully.

It wasn't just an injection. He sat on the chair honestly because he felt that he really needed a psychological treatment and that there was something wrong with his head.

"The last 'S' grade freshman committed suicide by gunshot in the second semester of his sophomore year. Later we created the position of psychology teacher."

"Hiss~." Lu Mingfei took a breath: "Why did he commit suicide by swallowing a gun?"

"Because my grades were so good, I fell into some philosophical difficulties while studying dragon allusions. I couldn't free myself for a while, so I committed suicide by shooting myself."

Masashi Toyama made a gun shape with his hand and pointed it at his mouth.

The action was very humorous and the atmosphere relaxed a lot.

At this moment, he is like an old friend who has not seen you for many years and is joking with you, rather than a rigid psychiatrist.

"It's like there are two railroad tracks in front of you. One person is tied to one side and ten people are tied to the other. Then I ask you which way to go?" Lu Mingfei shrugged.

"Almost." Masashi Toyama opened the suitcase with the password and fingerprint, "I'm here to give you two tutorials. The first is to prove that dragons do exist in this world, and the second is to answer all your questions.

They will all be answered for you.”

"These two pieces are high-level cultural relics. We specially borrowed them from the college archives."

After peeling back the layers of foam, Lu Mingfei saw a piece of black scale, about half the size of the palm of his hand, showing a perfect shield shape. The surface was as smooth as if it had been newly oiled, and the texture was clearly visible under the light.

Lu Mingfei has also seen similar scales on Yinglong, but Yinglong's scales are larger, and perhaps due to the loss of strength and life, they are paler, as if dead, and the scales in front of him are

, but it seems there is still life.

"Pinch it." Masashi Toyama said.

Lu Mingfei pinched both sides of the scale with two fingers. The texture was a bit like steel, cold and tough, but the weight was very light, like plastic.

At this time, Toyama Masashi stuffed something into his palm.

Lu Mingfei touched it and found it was a pistol.

"Walter ppk, caliber 7.65 mm, muzzle velocity 280 meters per second, effective range 50 meters. People in the equipment department have made some improvements to it, and you can now use it to shoot scales." Masashi Toyama put the scales on the windowsill.

Lu Mingfei expected that this academy was abnormal, but he did not expect it to be so abnormal.

The United States allows private ownership of guns, but it requires very strict examinations, and the price of guns is not cheap.

No one is legally allowed to give a firearm to an untested freshman, but they gave it to themselves so easily, as if to say, friend, this is no big deal, in our school,

Everyone has this thing, even the cafeteria lady carries it in her pocket at all times. When someone cuts in line, you can fire freely.

In our college, you can enjoy the thrill of shooting! Have a friendly live-action CS with your classmates!

Lu Mingfei felt that either he was crazy or everyone in this school was crazy.

He gripped the butt of the gun tightly, something he was no stranger to.

When he was in Ashina, he also used guns, but they were all old-fashioned flintlock guns. The shooting distance was very short and the power was not very powerful. He had to stick it to the face to shoot to cause fatal damage. It was not as good as being able to endure the killing.

The wedge pill is easy to use.

Ashina Isshin did have a good pistol, but Lu Mingfei had no source of bullets, so he could only throw it in a box as a collection when it was used up.

"Don't worry, just shoot." Masashi Toyama and Professor Guderian covered their ears.

Lu Mingfei nodded. He held the gun in a standard posture. He raised it with one hand, pointed it at the scales, and calmly fired a shot.

There was a loud bang and ppk's recoil was strong, but he was well prepared and his hands did not shake at all.

"Great shooting action!" Professor Guderian cheered, "You will definitely become a dark horse in the shooting competition!"

He loves this Chinese student so much that as long as Lu Mingfei can graduate successfully, he will be able to obtain the lifelong teaching qualification of Kassel College.

He was supposed to have become a lifelong teacher at the Kassel Academy four years ago, but Fingel stayed in grade four years and the evaluation of his qualifications has been delayed until now.

Now, he has given up on the second-stringer, and instead put his hope in Lu Mingfei, who has a bright future.