Lu Mingfei, who studied Dragon Clan before slaying the dragon

The sterling silver pendulum made a crisp sound again, and Lu Mingfei slowly opened his eyes.

The bright gold flashed in his eyes.

Lu Mingfei saw light as soon as he opened his eyes - the sun shone on his face through the shadows of the trees and the skylight, and the sudden dazzling glare made him a little dazed.

A soft brown cashmere blanket was placed on his body, with a faint scent of men's sandalwood floating on it. He was lying on the leather sofa on the first floor of the principal's office.

"Well... is the '3E' exam over?" Lu Mingfei straightened up and rubbed his slightly swollen head.

"It's been over for two hours. Didn't you rest last night? Or is it that your sleep quality has always been so good?" Angers sat on a soft stool not far away and joked.

"I'm sorry, principal. I don't know why I slept for so long. My head feels heavy all the time, as if it has been filled with lead water." Lu Mingfei shook his head slightly.

"It's a good thing to be able to sleep. When you reach my age, you won't sleep much. Every night, distracting thoughts will swarm into your mind. A box of eyes will be like a hellish nightmare. Insomnia all night long will be torture." Ang. He stood up, stepped on the soft carpet with his hard leather shoes, and walked towards Lu Mingfei.

Lu Mingfei also stood up, thinking that if I am your age, there are not many people in the world who can live to your age. If you are lucky enough to live a hundred years, you should burn incense, right?

"I also had insomnia for a while. It was when I first entered high school. At that time, I also liked to think about things that were not there, and I could never find the direction in life." Lu Mingfei raised his head and looked directly at Ange's face. Eyes said.

There were deep and shallow wrinkles on Ange's face. The wrinkles at the corners of his eyes were more like the long and intertwined tails of fish. His eyelids were not as tight as those of young people. Only his eyes were different.

The old man's eyes were deep but bright. They did not have any sign of old age, but were clear and bright.

It's a pity that Lu Mingfei couldn't see anything in his eyes.

After a brief silence, Angre smiled and said, "Everyone has the period of confusion in youth. So did you find the direction of your life?"

"I found it, so I came to Kassel College." Lu Mingfei smiled.

"It's great. Young people should be goal-oriented and motivated like this. Close your eyes and just keep moving forward. If there is a mountain in front of you, climb over it. If there is a river in front of you, cross the river. If there is a wall in front of you, just hit it. It doesn't matter if it's a mess or a bloody head." Ange gently patted Lu Mingfei's shoulder.

"Principal, you are also very young."

"Really? Hahahahaha..." Angers laughed loudly, as if he had heard the funniest joke in the world, "What an interesting young man, you know what the old guys I know call me, They all call me an old monster, I’m so old that I’m about to die, and yet a child calls me still young?”

"This place is still alive and beating, how can you say you are old?" Lu Mingfei gently tapped Angre's heart, his tone also gentle.

The moment his heart was touched by Lu Mingfei's fingertips, Ange was slightly stunned.

He is an absolutely revered figure at Kassel College. It is no exaggeration to say that Angers is treated like a top star at the school. Wherever he goes, there are overwhelming cheers. His classes It's always packed, and students definitely give him more respect than all the other professors combined.

He is everyone's teacher and elder at Kassel Academy.

For many years, no one has dared to point to his heart and speak in an educational tone to the greatest educator of our time, let alone an eighteen-year-old child.

But at that moment, Ange seemed to inexplicably see the shadows of many old friends in Lu Mingfei, his teacher, his old friend, his most admired brother...

In that golden era, these people died tragically one after another in an event called "Summer Mourning", leaving him alone. So Angers buried the ashes of all his old friends with his own hands, along with his own memories. That day.

It was also from that time that the elegant, lively and conceited young man Junyan disappeared, and what remained was the aloof and iron-fisted man of power.

Angers disguises himself with the mask of an old playboy, but in his heart there is only one lone avenger, always holding a sharp pocket knife.

Angers continuously consolidated his power, cultivated cronies, and controlled the entire Kassel Academy so that he could mobilize the most elite team when slaying the dragon.

This caused him dissatisfaction with the school board, but no one could challenge Angers' position in the secret party.

He has been through hell, so he is not afraid of death.

From the beginning to the end, only a few of his old friends could understand Angers inner loneliness. Angers never expected anyone to understand, because the anger of the avenger who returned from hell would destroy everyone close to him. Burned all over!

"Principal, actually I have wanted to do this for a long time."

The gentle call brought Ange back to reality from distant memories. When he came back to his senses, the boy had already leaned over.

Angers never thought that one day he would fall into the arms of such a young boy, so much so that his hands were frozen in mid-air and he didn't know where to place them, and his old eyelids couldn't help but tremble slightly.

"Principal, I cried all night when I had insomnia. In fact, it is not just the weak who cry. When you are sad, you should cry out. At least you can vent. Keeping suppressing yourself will only make yourself worse. "

"One can make many friends in one's life. For example, I met senior brother Chu Zihang at Shilan Middle School, and then met senior brother Fingel when I came here. Professor Guderian is actually my friend. We have known each other for years."

"If the principal is short of friends, I can be your friend."

After speaking, Lu Mingfei let go of Ange, said goodbye and left.

Ange froze on the spot and didn't come back to his senses for a long time.

After the sterling silver pendulum struck once, Ange looked at the blood-red folding knife hidden in his sleeve.

The old man laughed at himself. He, who had always been upright, bent over with laughter.

He climbed the stairs to the second floor step by step, and without hesitation poured expensive red wine on his favorite huanghuali tea table. The red alcohol poured like blood.

He struck a match and threw it gently. The match fell into the red wine in a graceful arc, and the flame rose like a snake.

Then the entire tea table began to burn, and this precious tea table disappeared without a trace along with the last answer to Lu Mingfei's "3E" exam.

"Thank you, little one, but...no one can save me."

Next to the blazing fire, Ange sat on a chair. The firelight and shadows swayed on his old face. He raised his glass in the direction where Lu Mingfei left.