Angers smiled and placed a cup of freshly brewed West Lake Longjing in front of the man in front of him on the table.
This is his office. From here, you can clearly see the school gate, where the students are welcoming the warriors who have returned from slaying the dragon.
That was a man of genius who single-handedly killed two sub-genres. The students all wanted to meet this S-class who had been staying at home since he came to the academy and made big troubles as soon as he came out. They were curious about what kind of person this guy was.
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You must know that in the history of the secret party, no one has ever been able to fight against a dragon and still come back alive. Every awakening of the dragon clan means numerous sacrifices.
The ancestors of the secret party almost had to come out in full force to compete with those powerful dragons. Every victory was a tragic victory piled with life and blood. Like this time, only one person was sacrificed.
It's ironic to say the least. If it was this S-class who went to investigate in the first place, maybe there wouldn't be any sacrifices? But the S-class was busy slaying dragons in Japan at the time, and as soon as they were solved, they went to Mount Ararat to slay dragons.
, seems quite diligent.
Members of the Lionheart Club are also waiting here. Lancelot is waiting here with everyone from the Lionheart Club, but there is no joy of victory on their faces at this time, because this is not their victory.
Although it is indeed exciting to successfully kill a second-generation species, as people of the Lion Heart Society, their president is dead, and they know that what really brings this victory is not because of the sacrifice of the president, but
It was only because of the arrival of one person. Although that person was also a member of the Lionheart Club, everyone knew that this person might have come to the Lionheart Club just for fun. Even this rescue was the result of Treya's request.
Came back.
The sound of the rails rubbing against each other was heard outside the school gate, and the black train came to a slow stop. Everyone was staring at the door, looking forward to the return of the 'hero'.
With a sound of frustration, the heavy car door opened, but to their disappointment, the 'dragon-slaying warrior' they were expecting did not get out of the car.
The leader was a young man with a stern face. He was holding a sword and walking in front. Behind him was a girl with a black ponytail, and then she disappeared. Only the two of them got out of the car.
"Welcome back."
Lancelot came forward with everyone from the Lionheart Society. He looked at the man and woman in front of him with complicated expressions. He had also brought people to see them off when they left, but there were three of them at that time.
Chu Zihang and Su Qian shook their heads slightly.
"It'll be nice to come back, thank you for your hard work..."
Lancelot led the Lionheart Club to clear the way.
"Where are Treya and...the president?"
"Trea took the president back to Japan." Susie said, "She sent the president home..."
"Let's go back to Norton Hall first..."
Chu Zihang walked in front. He didn't pay attention to the eyes of the students around him. He just wanted to do what he should do first.
In the mission report, the process of slaying the dragon has been blurred by Schneider who rushed to the scene. Naturally, Chu Zihang’s record of violently killing dragon wings was not included. This is not something worth showing off, but it will give Chu Zihang
Of course, as a teacher, he must avoid causing trouble, so he gave all the 'credit' to the S-class, and Xuan Hao probably wouldn't mind.
"Aren't you going to accept the honor that belongs to you? You are a hero who slays the dragon, and you have the right to accept their cheers."
Angers smiled and looked at the man sitting opposite him.
"Hero? Honor?"
Xuan Hao took a sip of tea, his eyes showing disdain, "It's best not to make such jokes in the future."
Is slaying a dragon considered a hero? Then the word 'hero' is too cheap, maybe for Angers he is really a 'hero'.
Slaying dragons and saving mankind seems great, but is this really the purpose of the secret party?
As for the so-called 'honor', he is even more disdainful. Can that thing be used as food?
He knew it would be troublesome to come back, so he took a step ahead.
"Haha," Ange smiled softly, "Speaking of which, this is the first time you have come to see me by yourself. Is there something important?"
"No," Xuan Hao put down the tea cup in his hand, "I just came to inform you that I am going back to China for a while."
"Oh? That's good."
To Xuan Hao's expectation, Ange accepted it so happily.
"It's spring now, the time for seedlings to grow." Angers was confused.
Xuan Hao couldn't understand what the old man was talking about, "Speaking like a human being."
"Haha, I mean, spring is a good time. Youth is restless and seedlings are growing. Our Kassel College should also prepare to welcome new blood." Angers looked at Xuan Hao with interest, "So you are going back to China now.
Just right."
"You mean recruiting students?" Xuan Hao frowned. Of course he understood what this guy meant and wanted him to go back to China to help recruit students. "No time."
"Don't refuse so quickly," Angers still had a smile on his face, "China is a country with a large population and countless talents. Kassel College does not want to give up such a high-quality source of students."
"Then you go and recruit them yourself!" Xuan Hao looked impatient.
"But," Angers was a little confused, "didn't you say that we are not allowed to act casually in China? You also said that we must inform you first and obtain your permission for any matters related to China."
Damn, you were so careless. Only now did Xuan Hao remember that he had indeed said that. Wasn't this digging a hole for himself? It was so troublesome.
"Don't I agree now?"
"No, no, no, how dare I go wild on your territory? It would be better for you to come in person. If someone from the college hurts China's flowers and plants, I can't afford to pay for it." Angers looked scared.
Pretend, keep pretending, Xuan Hao looked at the slender old man in front of him with his head full of black lines.
"Tell me your true purpose."
He glared at Angers. This guy couldn't be so boring. He must be planning something else if he made such a joke with him.
"Ah, I really just want you to help me recruit a student." Angers said.
"Lu Mingfei?" Xuan Hao raised his eyebrows lightly.
"you……"
Ange's expression finally changed. He really didn't expect that the man in front of him could actually guess his purpose and accurately say the name. Could it be that this guy was also paying attention?
"I really can't hide anything from you..." Ange sighed helplessly. Every time he thought he had the upper hand, this man would always slap him on the back of the head. "I want to ask
Ask, is there anything else you don’t know?”
"Yes, I don't know when I will die."
Xuanhao stood up and prepared to leave.
"Okay, I'll accept this task. I'm also very interested in this little guy."
"Oh, by the way," Ange seemed to have remembered something and stopped him, "We are going to send an investigation team to China to explore the traces of Baidi City..."
"Okay, I'm in a good mood now, sure, but don't disturb me."
Xuan Hao didn't look back, just waved his hand casually.
Ange looked at his leaving back and smiled again, but he couldn't see that Xuanhao was also smiling, and he smiled disdainfully.
Of course Xuan Hao knew what they were going to investigate, and he even knew the results, but if others liked to kill people thousands of miles away, why would he stop them?
…
Lu Mingfei, dangerous.
For some reason, Lu Mingfei felt a chill on his back, and his body couldn't help but shiver.
Isn't it spring now? It shouldn't be so cold, Lu Mingfei was a little confused.
Yes, it's spring again, but something is different this year. Lu Mingfei is already in his senior year of high school and will be eighteen years old.
Whether it's age or academics, this year is a big hurdle. Of course, he doesn't know that his fate will be as well.
How does it feel to not have expectations for as long as you can remember?
Lu Mingfei couldn't explain it himself, but it seemed like he was a little angry but powerless, with a slight feeling of suffocation.
When he was twelve years old, that is, six years ago, he was sent to his aunt's house, but to be honest, he couldn't remember much of what happened before that. He only knew that he seemed to have parents, but in his memory, the figures of his parents were in his
My mind is fuzzy and ambiguous, like a bubble that bursts when touched.
But from time to time, letters would come in, reminding him that he had parents, and his parents seemed to be quite powerful, and they were both knowledgeable archaeological experts. But why didn't he inherit this good gene at all?
The letters always say that they are very busy, busy working on projects. As for who the project is, who does he ask? In short, each letter has nothing more than the same content, and he can now predict what the next letter will say. It's probably
'I'm sorry, my baby Mingfei, my parents are very busy, things have made new progress recently, and my plan to go home has been postponed again.'
What else could he say? Apart from wishing them success and making a great discovery that would shock the world, it seemed that he could do nothing.
At first he was quite proud. My parents are archaeologists. He would brag to his classmates after school. But when his classmates were all picked up by their parents, he was left to walk home alone.
, he realized that it didn't make any sense.
He envied those children whose parents came to pick him up, but those children were still envious of him!
"Lu Mingfei's family is very kind to him. He never cares about him. He can go and play wherever he wants."
When he heard these words, he really wanted to slap them to death, but after thinking about it, forget it, it's just a fight with classmates, okay, actually he is just cowardly.
But fortunately, he still has something to rely on in his heart, right? If he hadn't received letters from his parents from time to time, he might really have thought that he had jumped out of the cracks in the rocks.
Then should he be the unawakened Sun Wukong? To be honest, he did imagine his life to be like the Monkey King, but this was when he was dreaming. Over the years, he had already accepted that he was an ordinary person.
fact.
Since middle school, he has understood that he is just an ordinary person. His grades, which were passable in the first place, became average or slightly below in high school. This made his aunt, who already disliked him, have an even worse attitude toward him.
Already.
But this is his own problem. He knows that the greater the pressure to study, the lazier he becomes. Apart from playing StarCraft, he just stares at the roof in bed in a daze. In short, he just doesn't focus on studying.
He knew that he lacked outstanding talents, and his grades had always been at a passable but not outstanding level. He could not attract the attention of teachers, and he probably would not be able to get into any prestigious university in the future.
As for literature... As I said just now, he didn't inherit his parents' talents. He even didn't know how to talk to the 'literary girl' he liked. It's really embarrassing that he is still the director of the literary club.
If he had that talent, the first thing he would have to do is write his own story, which would be a "tragic epic" after all.
His talent in music... well, he is just a tone-deaf fool. He can only praise himself by saying, "Lu Mingfei, you are awesome." When he sings with his classmates, he always hides in the corner, right?
Because I'm a coward, I really can't afford to embarrass this person, so why would he bring trouble to himself?
As for exercise, he feels that his physical strength is pretty good, at least much better than the average dead body. This is thanks to his aunt often letting him go out to run errands, but it is only pretty good and of no use.
Maybe he is quite confident in playing games. He can even use red dots to beat everyone in his friend list. Well, only one of his friends in his friend list is willing to play games with him.
'One, he would release water from time to time.
Thinking of this, a smile appeared on Lu Mingfei's face unconsciously.
He himself has no idea how amazing his talent in gaming is. It can even be described as a monster. In the e-sports circle, he can reach the top of the world in minutes and be arrogant. But what's the use of it? He
In this era where he was born, playing games is regarded as not doing his job properly, and he will never get ahead. If he knew the future development of the e-sports circle, would he sigh with emotion, "I am a person who was born at the wrong time."
Business acumen? Hey, Lu Mingfei sighed and patted his head. Why was he so confused? He had thought about his future, maybe he would be admitted to an ordinary university, and then see if he could do it after graduation.
Just find a job in sales or something where he can earn a living and live a stable life, that's all he has ambitions for.
However, God has closed the door for you, sealed the windows uneasily, and even blocked the sewer for you.
Being a salesperson also requires talent. He is a dead child and lacks the ability to communicate with others. Although he thinks that his emotional intelligence is pretty good, at least he has not had any conflicts with anyone for many years, and he can barely figure it out.
Other people's thoughts, but he racked his brains and couldn't come up with anything nice to say. What finally came out were all bad words. Saying them would only make both parties feel embarrassed, otherwise he wouldn't be single until now.
Just like now, he was staring at the computer screen in a daze. The avatar of the girl wearing a baseball cap was still gray and motionless. The other party was not online. He thought about it for a long time but did not dare to take the initiative to send a message.
Thanks to: Feng Bujue, the master of Po Jian Lao Lao, and Jian Dan Qin’s crazy reward.