Lu Mingfei, the Martial Saint of the Dragon Clan

The screen on the mobile phone changed, and the girl in the white skirt stood up and down. She was as lifelike as a life living in two dimensions. She was completely different from the beautiful girls like Shana Ayanami Lisaya that Lu Mingfei had seen before.

The difference is not technical means such as rendering intensity or image quality refresh rate, but a mysterious and mysterious factor, just like the difference between a papermaker's painstaking works of boys and girls and ordinary people. You can tell at a glance that the former are just buried with them. A paper man, no matter how clever he is in confusing the real with the fake, is still fake after all. A fake is just a fake, a dead thing without life.

But the girl in the white dress is different.

The first time Lu Mingfei saw her, both the warrior's intuition and the dragon's blood premonition told him that she was a living person.

Or, real life forms.

"Nice to meet you."

The girl in the white dress smiles like the nameless wildflowers blooming in the corner of the road, clean and simple yet so tenacious.

"Hello."

Lu Mingfei tried to clasp his fists.

The girl returned the favor with a stiff smile, and folded her delicate little fists together. As expected, a good-looking girl is pleasing to the eye even if her movements are lame.

The screen went black the next second. Lu Mingfei quickly checked and was surprised to find that the battery level had dropped from 100% to 3%.

Damn it, the phone is obviously always plugged in with the data cable.

Lu Mingfei checked unbelievingly and found that yes, when the phone was unplugged, a prompt box showing that charging had ended popped up.

Norma's cold voice sounded again.

This time, Lu Mingfei discovered it.

Norma and the girl in the white dress have exactly the same timbre.

But one is dead and the other is alive.

There is a world of difference between the two.

"Keep playing."

Norma said.

Then came the principal's voice.

"Mingfei, Norma can help you deal with all the trivial matters in life."

"As for what artificial intelligence is and the boundaries of Norma's abilities, I don't need to nag too much as an old man. Young people are always creative and exploratory, like the sun at seven or eight o'clock in the morning. How wonderful, but It’s really nostalgic, and it reminds me of the days when I was studying in Cambridge.”

It seems that the principal is also a high-level intellectual.

Lu Mingfei was respectful.

"Every day, more than three beautiful girls ask me to dance."

The legendary dragon slayer said this in a tone of "reminiscing about the glorious past."

It turns out you are missing those girls, you damn old man!

Lu Mingfei began to worry about his college life. Under the leadership of such a legendary dragon slayer, you have to tell him that the highlight of every semester in Cassel is not the opening ceremony and graduation party, but the girls in swimsuits in the summer. He believes in catwalk competitions.

Haha, how could it be possible? It was a higher technical college that taught the art of dragon slaying. It offered a job after graduation. Students from such a serious place must be sharpening their guns and swords every day, ready to fight to the death with the resurrected dragons at any time. , these little bourgeois corrupt things like swimsuits, lace, balls, etc. will only corrode the hot blood of the warriors. Even if you tell them, the cold-blooded dragon slayers who are preparing to kill you will definitely dismiss it.

Lu Mingfei was sure that he had imagined what Kassel looked like. It was a building similar to the Gundam War Fortress. Every student was so cold and unsmiling. When the two met and chatted, they would always talk about "Did your brother slay the dragon today?" Something cool and handsome.

Ahhh, just thinking about it made Lu Mingfei's blood boil. If it were Kassel College, he would definitely be able to find many worthy opponents.

Can't wait, can't wait.

Lu Mingfei smiled brightly.

But his smile stiffened the next second.

"etc."

He realized a serious problem.

"Norma."

"exist."

Lu Mingfei's throat moved.

"You...how much data did you use?"

Even if Lu Mingfei is a computer idiot, he can still understand that no matter how you look at things like artificial intelligence, they definitely need the Internet to maintain their work, right? Didn’t you see that in the game, the Red Houtian Network is the master of the virtual world? , then the mobile phone card he just charged up is not enough for an artificial intelligence to squander, no matter how much he thinks about it.

"Yam Luo, your mobile phone account has been bound to the principal's identity card. All expenses incurred when I am active will be borne by the principal."

"That's it."

Lu Mingfei scratched his hair.

"That old man is really thoughtful."

"By the way, he said let me explore the boundaries of your abilities and so on."

Lu Mingfei thought for a while.

He looked at his phone and said cautiously.

"Can you transform?"

Europe, Vienna, seven o'clock in the evening.

The setting sun reflected the fairy tale town red. The old man walked out of the theater. He was wiping his folding knife leisurely. When a silk scarf turned as red as blood, the folding knife became shiny again.

The old man put away his folding knife, folded the silk scarf slowly, and strolled down the steps. A group of young people with solemn faces came forward to greet him.

"Gao Wen, a 02-year graduate from Kassel and currently the Commissioner of the Executive Department in Austria, would like to say hello to the S-level Commissioner."

said a handsome man.

"Oh, my boy."

The old man has an appreciative look in his eyes, as gentle as a grandfather telling you about Snow White with a blanket on his legs by the fireplace.

But no grandpa would go to the theater with a folding knife, sit elegantly in the audience and listen to a Mozart symphony. When the musicians took the curtain call, they would applaud and praise their superb performance while smiling at a speed that no one could see clearly. Appearing from the stage to the stage, his pocket knife has been inserted into the conductor's heart.

"Please don't call me that, kid."

The old man said gently.

"I would rather hear you call me principal than the cold title of S-class specialist."

A brown-haired girl among the young people blushed slightly and called softly.

"headmaster."

The old man smiled heartily.

"That's great, that's great."

He nodded at the girl.

"Next time you go back to school, don't forget to come to the principal's office for a cup of afternoon tea."

The girl's face was flushed with excitement.

"Yes, it is!"

"My pleasure!"

As we all know, it is a supreme honor to have afternoon tea with the principal in Kassel, and those who can win this honor are the best students in Kassel.

The number one and number two here specifically refers to your bloodline or your appearance.

Good-looking girls always make people feel happy, right?

"Please don't harass my members."

The sound of Executive Director Schneider's voice, as physically uncomfortable as fingernails scratching on frosted glass, came from the mobile earphones.

"My dear Mr. Principal."

The old man has opened the door of his Maserati GRANCABRIO and gracefully stepped into the cab. At the moment of ignition, the roar of the engine of this top luxury car makes you suddenly see the majesty of the lion rising up and roaring on the grassland.

But the moment you step on the accelerator, the push-back feeling conveyed by Maserati Lock can tell you clearly and clearly.

No, not Lion King.

It's a rocket, my friend.

This crazy old man even only used one hand to control the steering wheel, and with the other hand he picked up the red wine on the console pedestal and sipped it with a smile.

The vice-principal can abuse his power and order the geniuses in the equipment department to modify his projector into a high-explosive grenade that is loved by the bearded men in the Middle East. Oh no, it is a universal projector. How can the principal, who is more unscrupulous than that dead cowboy, give up?

This Maserati GRANCABRIO is the work of the equipment department.

After walking around in that ridiculously terrifying place, I could tell with my knees that apart from the shell, this metal monster was still original, and even a single screw inside would definitely explode instantly.

When Minister Mohammed of the Equipment Department excitedly showed his masterpiece to the principal, in view of the rare excitement of the minister, the principal asked with a rigorous and scientific attitude.

"This thing shouldn't be deformed."

It’s not that the principal has a childlike innocence and keeps up with the pace of young people and pays attention to the two-dimensional world. It’s because he knows all the people in the equipment department very well. Counting from the minister Mohammed down, every one of them has Coke and potato. Pillow Ayanami Rei Cup Shana's senior otaku, they also submitted a plan to develop the Decepticons a while ago, with hundreds of pages covering everything from planning to feasibility studies and even subsequent investment-output ratios.

Not to mention, with the technical level of the Equipment Department that combines cutting-edge human science and the alchemy of dragons, it is really possible to build a Decepticon as long as the problem of general versatility and flexibility is overcome.

But who is the principal? He took one look at the title of the plan and threw it in the trash can. Just kidding, he still doesn’t know the moral character of your equipment department. He said that the romance of the man in the Decepticon’s big mecha is not humanoid in the end. Removable bomb.

As for the car, it should be said that the principal is the principal. He actually made the geniuses in the equipment department put aside their pride and modify a red wine coaster and cigar lighter on the Maserati console. It is unimaginable that this kind of thing is just for enjoyment and cannot explode. The incombustible girly thing was actually made by the Equipment Department. This must be an indelible stain on their glorious resume.

The old man held the steering wheel with ease. His upper body, which was still strong enough to hold up a shirt at the age of 130, was lazily leaning on the back of the chair. He left the cars behind him, but the respected principal did not use them at all. Worrying about something as trivial as speeding or violating traffic rules will result in your driver's license being revoked by the Austrian traffic police.

After all, how can something be revoked if it doesn’t exist?

Ah ha, perfect logic, impeccable.

Schneider, the director of the execution department, was sitting in the command vehicle, reviewing the aftermath of this operation submitted by the frontline commissioner, while listening to the old man's leisurely humming coming from the headphones.

It's Mozart.

Schneider judged.

But which movement specifically?

He couldn't remember clearly. Schneider seemed to have become a different person after the tragedy in Greenland. The flame of revenge was licking the man's heart all the time. The collection of vinyl discs that he once regarded as his life was also covered with dust and scratched. I am afraid that no matter how good the gramophone is, it will not be able to read out the moving melody. After using the reading needle, I will only hear sharp and harsh noises.

Like the lingering souls of his students who are sleeping under Greenland.

The sea must be very cold.

"Never mind, my friend."

Angers said to the Minister of Implementation with a smile.

"The smile of a young girl is a treasure more precious than the heart of the ocean."

The Heart of the Ocean, a legendary blue diamond weighing 45.52 carats, has been praised by the world for its beauty and preciousness, and has even been given the mysterious title of "Heart of the Ocean".

"I'm glad that our principal is still active on the front line of the battle."

If the vice-principal were here, he would definitely scold him as an old gangster, but if it were Lu Mingfei, he would say with admiration, "The principal is really old and strong."

But alas, this man is Schneider.

Unlike Angers, this man has the flame of revenge engraved on his body, and his face is always livid, somewhere between the living and the dead.

It is unimaginable that even with a mixed-race physique far beyond ordinary people, a guy like Schneider, who walks, sits, and sleeps dragging an oxygen trolley to stay alive, can actually become the head of the Executive Department, one of the most violent organizations in the West. People can only be described as incredible.

A man like Schneider is as straight as steel, and his words are as straight as a sword forged from steel.

"However, I hope Mr. Principal will pay attention to the impact next time he goes on a mission."

"Your act of killing the dangerous hybrid in front of an entire symphony orchestra and the entire audience during the curtain call was indeed extremely imaginative and artistic."

"But it will be quite troublesome for the boys in the enforcement department to deal with the aftermath."

"We need to hypnotize two hundred people and cleanse their memories."

"Damn, we still have the Austrian police to deal with."

Schneider listed Angers' crimes one by one, wanting to rush in front of the old man and smash his face with the oxygen cart.

Angers put down the wine.

Heck, the old man actually took his hands off the steering wheel, took out a cigar, cut it gracefully, and slowly put it to the cigarette lighter to light it.

During this period, he even had time to smile and greet the couple in the car next to him.

The two young men and women were stunned with "Oh, my God" on their faces. They must be either thinking about when Maserati will launch a smart self-driving model, or they are thinking about how the slutty old man in a black suit will hit the car in a few minutes. die.

Damn it, that old man still has roses on his chest, which is great. Now he can give himself flowers when he dies. He is such a foresighted guy.

Of course Angers won't be killed.

He has not lived enough.

He was not willing to die until he saw the dragon kings go to hell with his own eyes.

As for taking your hands off the steering wheel.

Believe me, my friend, if you also have the power to play with time like Time Zero, it doesn’t matter if you let your hands go in the car at 120 miles. You can even rush to the Middle East and dance a tango while biting a rose in a hail of bullets. When you come out, if there are any stains on your white suit, it is a blasphemy against your spirit.

The so-called time zero is a realm similar to the bullet time in The Matrix. It has unparalleled power. As long as Angers opens his realm, the world will pause at his words. You can dance, sing and even sing to the Mona Lisa. Don't worry, no one will be able to notice you if you have a mustache on your face. The toy-like cameras in the Louvre may not even be able to capture your clothes.

Seeing that the Maserati's tires were slipping and it was about to rush out of the guardrail and hit it to death with the momentum of a Spanish bull. The couple in the car behind showed unbearable expressions. The man even cursed and said such words as "deserve it" and "madman".

But the imagined picture did not appear.

They seemed to feel that their eyes were dazzled. In fact, even such thoughts were just illusions. They saw that the Maserati had returned to the route it should be on, moving straight forward.

The two blinked hard and looked at each other blankly.