Dragon Race: Lu Mingfei Returns from a Wolf

In the principal's office, a fat figure squeezed in nimbly.

"Are you ready?" Principal Angers said.

"At 6 o'clock tonight, Norma will announce the results of the 3e exam. At that time, topics will flood into the forum. The new issue of the campus newspaper will also be printed and will be distributed to all tenured professors immediately.

But principal, are you sure he can get full marks?"

The strong man sat on the sofa with his legs crossed, and he skillfully picked up the bone china tea cup and poured black tea. Before drinking, he reached into the bone china plate and picked up a waffle sprinkled with rose water.

The broken biscuits fell on his school uniform, and the strong man took a sip of the tea with a golden glow.

"He can definitely do it. What do you think of him?"

"He is still an innocent little boy. He is an innocent little boy. The most intimate contact with a girl in his life is probably holding hands."

"Little boy..." The principal stood by the window with his hands folded.

"But I still feel a bit confused. They have a lot of hard information. Those old professors who look like they were dug out of the grave may not necessarily like young people's stuff. No matter how loud the students' voices are, they are just listening. Professors

You are as stubborn as a piece of iron, and cannot compare to your suaveness, principal!"

"But they are the foundation of the college. The executive department, information department, and equipment department all rely on their research results. Without them, there would be no Kassel College."

"I hope the little guy can pass the difficulty." The strong man stood up, shook a few times, and dropped the cookie crumbs on his clothes to the floor.

"The key people will arrive at the critical moment. Just wait for the opportunity and someone will solve everything for us."

...

"I'm going to have lunch, so I won't disturb you. Lu, you must think carefully about it. The freshmen need a leader." Bradley patted Lu Mingfei on the shoulder and showed his white teeth again.

"Wait, brother." Lu Mingfei stopped him.

"What! Are you willing to be our leader!" Bradley looked happy.

"No, I want to ask, what brand of toothpaste do you usually use?"

"Ah..." Bradley sighed and said dejectedly: "I use 'Mimi' brand toothpaste. If you want, I can give you a few tubes."

"Then...thank you." Lu Mingfei laughed dryly.

His clothes were stained with the tears and snot of the black brothers. It wouldn't be too much to compensate him with a few tubes of toothpaste.

The two added their contact information. It was already 12 noon, and the students left one after another to eat the welcome meal for new students in the cafeteria.

Almost everyone said hello to Lu Mingfei before leaving. They originally wanted to shake hands with Lu Mingfei and have a long chat, but after seeing someone's clothes, they wisely left someone their personal space. Some girls shyly left

Throwing the handkerchief in his face, he ran out with a blushing face.

There was a faint frankincense on the handkerchief, a very natural scent. When Lu Mingfei saw the girls running away, he could only fold the handkerchief and put it into his collar pocket, jacket pocket and trouser pocket.

Professor Manstein put all the test papers into the password box, scrambled the password, and handed the box to Nono: "Give the test papers to Norma for review."

Nono took the box and walked out. Before leaving, she took out her phone and pressed the button.

"Buzzing", Lu Mingfei's iPhone started ringing when it was in vibrate mode.

He has blocked the ringing of his mailbox for a long time, his mailbox address has been published in the marriage notice, and beautiful senior sisters send him emails all the time, using sexy photos to seduce him to go out on dates.

However, that person still had some sense of conscience and did not publish his phone number. Otherwise, the phone card would be useless and he would have to apply for a new one.

On the screen is a text message.

“ricardo:

There will be a dinner and social dance at Amber Hall tomorrow night at 18:00. If you have time, come and have something to eat. Caesar said he wants to communicate with you.

Remember to wear formal attire. Warm reminder: School uniforms are not considered formal attire. You can rent one at the college theater, but if you don’t want to wear it, it doesn’t matter, you have this privilege.”

Caesar...the handsome blond guy?

What does he want from me? He doesn't want to invite me to join the student union, does he?

Lu Mingfei lived in this world for 18 years and found that he was actually a super fragrant steamed bun. Not only did his senior sister want to eat him up, but the toothpaste spokesperson and the handsome Roman guy also had a soft spot for him.

Fingel said that Caesar was a super rich second generation, so the standard of the dinner would probably be quite high. Wouldn’t he be able to enjoy a free buffet?

As the saying goes, the highest level of eating at a buffet is to be helped in and out.

Lu Mingfei touched his chin and wondered whether he should skip lunch tomorrow. He was quite looking forward to foreign food.

During lunch time, in the cafeteria, Lu Mingfei changed into a school uniform.

There are two sets of Kassel Academy uniforms, and the soiled one is playing spinner games with the drum of the washing machine.

There are pure white dining tables under the curved dome. It is a bit vulgar to describe it as a cafeteria. It is more like a high-end restaurant. A huge tree-shaped chandelier hangs in the center of the dome. Each leaf is a small crystal lamp. The granite

The Latin inscription "Welcome New Students" hangs on the wall.

Lu Mingfei and Fingel were sitting at the end of the long dining table, with freshmen in green uniforms on both sides. The waiter placed the lunch in front of Fingel and said, "Pass it over one by one."

"I didn't expect that, brother useless brother, you are still a class cadre." Lu Mingfei helped pass the food over.

Fingel arrived a little late and didn't see him when he was changing clothes in the dormitory, but he sent a text message asking Lu Mingfei to help him fulfill his obligations.

When the freshmen saw Lu Mingfei, the most popular star in the college, sitting in the main seat, they all looked serious and behaved elegantly.

"It's just the length of the table." Fingel was also busy: "The seats in the cafeteria of Kassel College are fixed. If you want to eat cheap meals on the first floor, you must abide by the discipline. I don't have the money to order high-end dishes on the second floor. I just

Can work now."

"There was no way, there was really no room for eighth graders, so I was assigned to sit with the freshmen," Fingal said.

The main dish on the white porcelain plate is roasted pork knuckle, and the side dishes are mashed potatoes and sauerkraut.

"Is there anything like beef bourguignon that people can look forward to?" Fingal asked.

"Of course." The waiter stretched out his right hand, rubbed his thumb, index and middle fingers together, and raised the corners of his mouth slightly.

"Alas, the welcome dinner for freshmen every year is German roasted pork knuckle, don't you have anything new?" Fingel said angrily.

"Eat it, you have no choice. This menu is also the tradition of the college. Isn't German food the food of your hometown? Don't you love the food of your hometown?"

"The frogs in my hometown can pee. Do you like disgusting frog pee?" Fingal said: "Walk quickly, walk quickly, it's really annoying!"

"I hope to see you again this time next year." The waiter bowed gracefully and left his seat.

Fingel stood up and motioned for everyone to start eating, but everyone was staring at Lu Mingfei and no one paid any attention to him.

The senior brother sat down unhappily and gave Lu Mingfei a look.

Lu Mingfei was irritated by Fingel. He held it in for a few seconds and said, "Everyone, please stretch out your knives and forks. You're welcome."

My uncle always said this when he was treating guests. Lu Mingfei changed his chopsticks into knives and forks, so he could only say that he learned how to make sentences based on examples.

But he forgot that what foreigners eat is not a table of dishes, but individual meals.

But it didn’t matter, no one cared about what he said. Immediately after his speech, there was violent applause. The people at the next table also turned their eyes over. Chocolate and an Indian-looking man stood up and greeted the crowd to applaud. In an instant,

Thunderous applause erupted from the first floor, which was louder than the applause for the leader's speech.