I, who was supposed to slay dragons, accidentally started cultivating immortals

Chapter 273
Kassel College, in the Norma computer room.

"Are you drinking again?" The transparent girl floated in front of Fingel, her hair lifted against gravity, and she wrinkled her nose.

"I only drank a little bit." Fingel touched the tip of his nose with erratic eyes.

Shit!You drank at least twenty cans of beer and six bottles of hard liquor!
Old Tang, who was hiding in the corner, slandered.

"You should know that there are a lot of equipment here, right? Do you want me to test the alcohol concentration of your breath?" The girl gave Fingel a white look.

"Ahem! I'm a mixed race, the blood concentration of a mixed race..."

"I also have detailed data here." The girl interrupted Fingel's sophistry.

Keeping Yan Lingdong going, so as not to be discovered by the infrared temperature-sensing equipment here, Old Tang frowned and looked at the girl—it is reasonable to say that this is Norma's computer room, and what she casts is indeed Norma's 3D avatar, but This character setting is not like Norma at all. Norma is the general secretary of the school. She is very patient, gentle and polite in character. It is impossible to be so aggressive, and...

If his feelings are correct, the core location of this huge mainframe, that alchemy matrix...

"I didn't come to see you to impress my roommate," Fingel found a justification for himself, "I think it's not easy to see you."

"Are you going on a mission again?" the girl asked.

"I can't hide it from you, you should have seen the report about me," Fingel said, "I will definitely be among the participants of 'Operation Bronze'."

Operation Bronze?This name... could it refer to the plan to go to the Bronze City this time?Old Tang Xin said, senior brother, you really are not simple, you already knew the code name of the operation before it was announced?
"If you don't want to go, I can remove you from this operation..." the girl said.

Norma still has this authority?impossible?
Old Tang felt more and more that this girl was not Norma, but just used the same avatar as Norma.

"No need," Fingel shook his head, "This time, I also have something I want to do, besides..."

Old Tang hid in the corner, and saw Finger's eyes and temperament changed in an instant, his eyes became firm and sharp, his slightly sunken shoulders were straight, although he was still wearing that dirty old shirt, and his top was in a mess. However, it seems that it has suddenly changed from a sloppy stray dog ​​to a wild wolf covered with mud and grass leaves in the wild, with hard hair rolled together.

"I haven't moved my muscles and bones for too long," Fingel stretched out one hand to hold it, and the muscles on the exposed forearm protruded, like a pile of steel bars twisted together in an orderly manner, "Go on like this , when I go to that place in the future, the bones may be rusted."

"You really have to worry about your bones." The girl clapped her palms twice, and the sound generator placed somewhere in the room made a clapping sound.

A round-headed and round-brained robot walked around the corner... Well, to be precise, it should be driven out, because it has no feet, and the two short stick-like legs under the round body end with two sets of wheels.

The little robot is a little taller than Fingal's calf, holding a tray in both hands, and on top of it are two white pills the size of a New York battery and a cup of steaming milk.

"Milk again?" Fingal sighed.

"There are also calcium tablets." The girl added.

"I usually eat calcium tablets and drink milk," Fingel leaned over, picked up the milk, picked up the pills, then threw the medicine into his mouth, and took a sip of milk to smooth it down, "So next time I come Can you get me some Coke or some other kind of soft drink sometime?"

"Then you have to drink a glass of milk first," the girl said, "The strengthening effect of your speech spirit on bones is far less than that on muscles. If your bones are not strong enough, you can't say that one day when you actually fight your speech spirit, it will crack .”

"Don't worry, my speech spirit is a bronze throne and not a ghost win. I will restrain my strength when I feel that my bones can't bear it," Fingel said, "Broken bones are not fun."

"Restrain your strength? I remember you broke yourself before, right? It was the hospital that Professor Schneider carried you to." The girl complained.

Old Tang was in the corner, thinking Professor Schneider?It's fine if he doesn't go to the hospital by himself, but he goes to the hospital behind his back?
Many people in the school know that Professor Schneider was almost killed by a dragon with a very high lineage during a mission in his early years. Although he survived by luck, his lungs and trachea were severely damaged, and he even needed a machine to assist him in breathing. Everywhere he goes, he has to drag a tool trolley that provides him with oxygen—sometimes for the convenience of going out, he will directly sit in a wheelchair equipped with a breathing device, so that he does not have to pay attention to his oxygen trolley when he is moving Have you kept up.

Although in terms of command ability, management ability, and academic... Well, maybe there is no academic ability, but at least Professor Schneider is second to none in the school in terms of command and management ability, but his body is considered a second-class disability. If you go to the hospital, you may go to the hospital, don't go to the inpatient ward, he goes to the ICU.

Unless... this happened before Professor Schneider was injured.

"Then I learned to be smart," Fingel said. "You see I've only had one broken bone since then."

"You mean the time we were in the Arctic Ocean?" the girl asked softly.

"Yeah, that time, my fracture was the most insignificant injury in the whole team." Fingel said softly.

When did you two talk?Can you make it clear?Old Tang in the corner scratched his head curiously.

But after saying this, Finger fell silent. He just found a protruding square device and sat on it to drink milk. The girl stopped talking and projected a chair beside Finger, sitting silently. stay with him.

Fingal drank the last sip of milk, got up, and put the glass down where he had sat.

"Dance with me, Eva." Fingel looked at the girl.

She really wasn't Norma.Old Tang looked at the girl, and at the center of the room, the overall shape was a huge host with a thick hourglass-shaped metal column.

The girl who appeared in the main computer room is just a hologram, but her essence is definitely something that has nothing to do with the hologram.

"You smell so strong of alcohol," the girl looked disgusted, "Fortunately, I can't smell it."

"Then come on?" Fingel opened his arms towards the girl.

"Dancing for what?" the girl tilted her head and asked.

"Waltz."

The girl snapped her fingers, and the originally dimly lit computer room was completely darkened. Waltz background music sounded from all directions, and a beam of light shot down from the ceiling, just covering Finger and the girl.

The girl put her palm on Finger's hand, and Finger held it skillfully, and then hugged the girl's waist. There was almost no difference between Finger's hand and the girl's projection, and there was no "spacing" ", and there is no "casting", as if dancing with him is not a disembodied projection, but a living girl.

There are thick and heavy cables and small devices exposed everywhere in the computer room. The beam of light can only illuminate a small area under the feet of Finger and the girl, but their movements are light and agile, and every time they fall, they perfectly avoid the bumps on the ground. The cables, expertly, seem to have danced thousands of times in this rugged machine room.

The round-headed, round-brained little robot tactfully retreated into the corner, and the eyes made of the electronic display changed into a pattern of concentrating. It didn't know that, less than [-] centimeters away to its left, there was a squatting hidden in the dark. people in.

Old Tang quietly watched Finger and the girl dance together under the beam of light. The floating dust in the computer room was suspended by the dancer's movements, and when it floated into the beam of light, it turned into tiny spots of light. Occasionally, Finger's sleeve scratched. However, under the light, the dust and mist changed, passed through the transparent body of the girl, and covered the dancers.

Old Tang found this scene very familiar. Not long ago, he quietly pried open the door of the Norton Pavilion, and danced in the moonlight with a girl in a costume with silver hair and silver eyes in the cold hall. He held her waist, but seemed to be able to feel her heartbeat.

His memory is not very good, he forgot many details one day, he only remembered that there were slender eyelashes on Xiaoyin's clear eyes, and the eyelashes still trembled.

After making a farewell gesture to the two dancers that no one could see, Old Tang quietly left the computer room.

……

At noon, at Lu Mingfei and Su Xiaoqiang's home.

After a pleasant ten-day vacation, Lu Mingfei and Su Xiaoqiang pushed the door open and entered.

"Xiaotian! Zero! We're back!" Su Xiaoqiang shouted into the room.

"Wang Wang Wang!"

Xiaotian jumped out happily from nowhere, and rushed towards Lu Mingfei and Su Xiaoqiang. Su Xiaoqiang took two steps forward and opened his arms.

Then Xiaotian brushed past her and threw himself into Lu Mingfei's arms behind her.

Su Xiaoqiang, who opened her arms, froze in embarrassment.

Then she saw Zero coming out of the kitchen wearing an apron.

"Zero! I'm back!" Su Xiaoqiang kept her arms outstretched, walked towards Zero with a natural face, and then gave her a big hug in Zero's slightly confused eyes, as if she opened her arms to hug Zero. Just because of the slight difference in height, Ling's delicate face was buried in Su Xiaoqiang's curves.

"Hmm..." Zero, who was suffocated, made an inaudible voice.

"Hiss... a critical strike!" Lu Mingfei sucked his teeth and looked at Ling who had struggled to raise his head from the burial with pitiful eyes—fortunately, Su Xiaoqiang was only beautifully coordinated, not big, otherwise Ling would not So easy to break free from burial.

In Su Xiaoqiang's warm embrace, Ling quietly looked at Lu Mingfei - she heard it.

Su Xiaoqiang let go of Ling, and impatiently pressed her claws on Ling's cute face: "Ling! We are back, how is it? Are you used to living alone? Did Xiaotian take good care of you?"

"Woof!" Xiaotian yelled twice.

"Why do I think this picture looks so much like a couple going on vacation? After returning from a trip, the mother asks her daughter, who has been at home for several days, if the nanny has taken good care of her?" Lu Mingfei complained behind Su Xiaoqiang, causing Su Xiaoqiang to glare.

"Well, Xiaotian... took good care of me...very well." Zero never thought that one day he would speak in such a hesitant and weird tone.

But it was really hard for her to maintain a normal mind when she said this sentence-in the past ten days, she has witnessed Xiaotian mopping the floor, opening and closing windows, ordering takeaway with text messages, picking up garbage, taking out garbage, and even washing dishes. Moreover, she would go out regularly every day to sneak away by herself, and when she came back, she would bring a big bag of snacks, and even knock on her door and take the initiative to give her the snacks.

Zero once suspected that she was dreaming, but generally speaking, dreams would wake up after twisting her thigh hard, but after she finished twisting her thigh, Xiaotian brought her a medicine box, which was even very nice. Opening the box carefully, he took out a bottle of external medicine for promoting blood circulation and dispelling blood stasis, and handed it to her—then pointed to a bag of cotton swabs in the corner of the medicine box as a reminder.

"As long as you take good care of it, there is no doubt about Xiaotian's ability to manage housework," Su Xiaoqiang noticed the apron on Ling's body, "Huh? What are you doing wearing an apron? Are you cooking?"

"Well," Zero nodded, "You and your instructor said yesterday that you would come back at noon today. I know that Chinese people will cook a table of meals when they welcome their families home, so I also prepared a little bit, but I don't know Chinese food, so I can cook everything. It's Russian food."

"Huh? You cook by yourself?" Lu Mingfei looked down at Xiaotian, "Why don't you help Xiaotian?"

Xiaotian: "Wang?"

zero:?

……

On the table.

As Zero said, all she cooks are very Russian-style dishes, large pieces of barbecue, sliced ​​Russian-style bread, rich soup, pickled cucumbers that I don’t know where to get...

It's hard to imagine that Ling, who is as delicate as a porcelain doll, can make these rough dishes, but the taste is surprisingly good. Although it is not up to the level of delicacy in the world, it is definitely delicious.

Considering Ling's royal status, it's really surprising that she can make such a dish—even a rich second generation like Su Xiaoqiang didn't bother to cook in person before meeting Lu Mingfei, and only found out after establishing a relationship with Lu Mingfei. My mother practiced pretty good Portuguese cuisine.

Of course, Lu Mingfei didn't dare to say this, at least he didn't dare to say it out loud.

Xiaotian just had snacks and didn't have an appetite to eat, so he went out by himself, and he should bring a bag of snacks when he comes back without any accidents.

Su Xiaoqiang and Lu Mingfei sat together, Ling sat opposite, Su Xiaoqiang cut a piece of barbecue from time to time and put it on Ling's dinner plate, Lu Mingfei poured red wine for Su Xiaoqiang like a dog's leg, looking like a family of three enjoying themselves.

Until Lu Mingfei's phone rang.

"Hello? Principal? What's hissing?" Lu Mingfei chewed on a piece of fascia and made an indistinct sound.

"Mingfei, should you go back to school now?"

"Yeah, what's wrong?"

"Come down to the principal's office, I have something to see you."

"What's the matter, principal?"

"The school will carry out Operation Bronze in advance, that is, to clear up the dragons in the Bronze City and explore again. Considering that you have given accompanying technical guidance before, so this time..."

"Principal, what did you just say?"

"Ah? I said that the school will carry out the bronze walk in advance..."

"last sentence."

"Should you go back to school by now?"

"No."

Lu Mingfei hung up the phone.

PS: I made a mistake when copying and pasting the last paragraph from the codeword software to the update page, and it has been changed back to Orz
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