Dragon Clan: Lu Mingfei who returned from Sekiro

Chapter 115 Revision of the paper (thanks to the leader of "Ugly Swordsman"!)
Early in the morning, the early birds were chirping on the branches, and the sunlight was refracted into the windows along with the dewdrops, dyeing the room with a touch of gold. There were people coming and going in Kassel College, including construction teams and students going to class Hurry down the path paved with red cobblestones.

"Both sides are flush. There should be no line cut in the middle"

"Two surfaces intersect, and the projection of the intersection line should be drawn at the intersection"

"Two surfaces are tangent, no line should be drawn at the tangency"

"The two sides are not even, and there should be a line separating them!!!"

Lu Mingfei trembled all over, opened his eyes suddenly, and saw Fingel's bed board.

"Huh, so it was a dream." He exhaled, scratched his hair like a chicken coop, and half sat up from the bed. The textbook "Magic Mechanics Design Level [-]" was open and placed beside the bed.

He also realized the truth that when people are in a hurry, they can do anything except mechanical drawing.

The more he studied hard, the more he discovered that human comprehension has a limit.

His foundation is really poor. When he reads a sentence, he has to stop and look through the notes for several minutes, and he even has to go to Google to check and look it up, but he may not be able to understand it.

It's like forcing a primary school student to take a mobile phone and textbooks connected to the Internet to do the finale of college physics. Let alone solve the problem, let him understand the problem and figure out what it means. It takes effort.

As you read, the words and symbols fly out of the book, turning into whirling mosquito coils that circle around your eyes with annoying buzzing sounds.

Lu Mingfei sighed, put on his dark green school uniform, and took his toothbrush and toothpaste to the bathroom to wash up.

White foam came out of his mouth, bloodshot eyes could be seen vaguely, and there was a faint black circle around the eye sockets.

After washing his hair, he held a silver hair dryer in one hand to dry his hair, and in the other hand held an A4 paper full of words to ponder over.

[Expectation on the use of prosthetics in combat]

This is the title of the thesis, roughly using the terminology of the book to describe the strategies that the various organs on the "Ninja Prosthetic Hand" should deal with when facing different enemies.

In fact, it is not expected, because Lu Mingfei has experienced it all himself.

For example, when facing an enemy with a thick shield, you can pop out the machine ax to split the opponent's shield. When dealing with wild animals, you can place the stored firecrackers and make a loud noise to make them panic.

Most of them are written about some experience in actual combat, and there are relatively few theoretical things.

After all, the ninja prosthetic hand is not a mechanism at all, it is more like some kind of strange ninjutsu.

Except that the hook can be used all the time, other things need "paper dolls" as fuel support, and the way to get "paper dolls" is to kill enemies.

Lu Mingfei believed that the "paper figurine" was the soul of the dead, and the soul-driven "ninja hand" was like an evil prop of the villain.

He doesn't expect to make the "ninja prosthetic hand" in this world, it's not realistic at all, this thing is too magical, but the hook should be able to be made, with the hook, he can become Spider-Man , the combat ability and life-saving ability directly increased by one hundred percent.

"I don't know if it will work, let's show it to Professor Mance first." Lu Mingfei pulled out the plug of the hair dryer, straightened his collar, and sighed.

Learning makes people happy. Although he didn't go to bed until three o'clock in the middle of the night, at least he didn't suffer from insomnia and nightmares.

Hmm. Dreaming about drawing blueprints should not be considered a nightmare.
In any case, I have to thank Master Erika. He once wanted to give up in the process and let the professor guide him tomorrow, but when he thought of the master's teaching, he gritted his teeth and persisted in reading.

Lu Mingfei patted his face and smiled in the mirror.

"Come on, Lu Mingfei, you can definitely do it!"

"Taking the first step is half the battle!"

He took a deep breath, put the first draft of the thesis written in the textbook in his textbook, and strode out of the dormitory door.

The class bell rang, the students hurried into the classroom, and the crowd in twos and threes strolled leisurely on the road.

Lu Mingfei cautiously leaned against the wall, moving little by little, like a spy spying on information.

Along the way, he accidentally touched Professor Mance's office, and he stood at the door and knocked.

"Come in, the door is unlocked." Professor Mance's voice came.

Lu Mingfei turned the doorknob and walked in.

Professor Mance is eating breakfast, steamed buns and soy milk, holding the steamed buns with his left hand, and flipping through the materials with his right hand.

"Professor, I have finished the first draft and outline of my thesis, and there are still some questions I would like to ask." Lu Mingfei weakly handed over the thesis he had written.

There are many traces of revisions on the paper, because he wrote it according to another paper. Many nouns were used incorrectly. When he checked and filled in the gaps in the book later, he realized that the usage was wrong.

Professor Mance didn't speak. He put the half-bitten bun aside, took the paper, and looked down quietly.

There was no sound in the room, and Lu Mingfei's hands unconsciously grasped the textbooks. This was his habit. Whenever he felt uneasy, he always wanted to grab something in his hand. In the past, he grabbed the handle of the wedge knife, but today he held it. Just this book.

The pendulum of the wall clock on the wall swayed from side to side, ticking.

Professor Mance looked down for a long time, his brows were furrowed, and he touched his lips, as if he was in deep thought.

"Show me your book." He raised his head, his face was expressionless, and he couldn't see anything.

Lu Mingfei pursed his lips, and handed over the textbook. There were some folded pages on the book, and many places were outlined.

Perhaps his thesis was too rough, making Professor Mance's eyes a little dizzy.

There is no way, in order to ensure that the words and sentences are as standard as possible, he checked and calculated several times over and over again, resulting in black marks and circles all over the paper. The writing looks like a composition written by a third grade elementary school student, or written by a poor student .

The Chinese teacher always said that the written score accounts for half of the total score. If you write well, you have an advantage over others for the same article. One side is crooked, that is, there are too many circles and crosses, which shows that his attitude is not correct enough.

"I should copy it again." Lu Mingfei felt a little regretful.

At this time, Professor Mance put down his textbook, and his brows stretched.

"It's well written, much better than I expected." Professor Mance said lightly.

If his former students heard this, their jaws would probably drop to the ground.

When did Man Tieban praise a student?
No student's knowledge reserve can surpass Mance. Even if you write well and don't make any mistakes, you can always extend something else, right?Can you always describe what you originally wanted to express in a more refined way?

Professor Mance is very good at picking and beating people's self-confidence.

You know, the students of Kassel College are all selected. It doesn’t mean that you can enroll if you are a mixed race. It is an overflowing number.

Therefore, as long as you successfully enter the school, it proves that you are the elite of the mixed race and the best seedling of this generation.

If Lu Mingfei hadn’t opened the back door, he would not have been able to get into school with such a poor academic record, and his name would not have been on the interview list. Those who come here to study are both civil and martial arts, and some even studied at SCI in high school. A genius who has published papers on.

If a mixed race who has not received a good education has the idea of ​​further study in Kassel, he must attend the preparatory class and can only enter the school after meeting the assessment standards.

Every student at Kassel College was the most outstanding among their peers before they came in, but Mance never praised them.

"A full score of [-]" is not a metaphor. Most of the people in this course can only get a passing grade and barely earn credits. It is enough to imagine how strict Mance's requirements are.

But today, he actually used the word "not bad" to describe Lu Mingfei's article at the bottom of the crane, which can be regarded as shocking.

"At first, I wanted you to suffer a little bit, so that you could correct your attitude towards study, but I didn't expect you to be enlightened." Mance nodded, and beckoned Lu Ming to bring a stool to sit beside him, "'Trapezoidal thread 'The basic standard is Tr40 multiplied by 7-7S, your calculation formula here is very standard, but in the actual process of designing the magic mechanism, you also need to reserve the engraving position of the alchemy pattern."

Mance patiently explained to Lu Mingfei, starting from the basics and slowly deepening, matching the papers and textbooks, Lu Mingfei seemed to be enlightened, and immediately understood many ambiguous points.

The two of them discussed and communicated in this way, slowly revising the thesis and the outline. Gradually, Lu Mingfei was also able to talk to Mance a few times. He had personally experienced battles, so he must have a deeper understanding than theoretical ones.

Lu Mingfei finally understood the joy of learning knowledge.

The two of them just spent the whole morning like this. Professor Mance didn't eat any steamed buns, and the soy milk was cold, so his mouth was dry.

"Just write in this direction, don't use it at noon, and finish the rest of it first." Mance finally had time to take a sip of the cold soy milk, "You are very talented and improving quickly, but don't be impetuous, Take one step at a time and walk slowly.”

"I'm really sorry to trouble the professor so much." Lu Mingfei bowed slightly, "Then I'll go first and come back tomorrow."

"The responsibility of a teacher is to teach. If the students understand everything, why do you need a teacher?" Mance waved his hand, "Go, I have something to do tomorrow morning and I'm not in the office. Come back at noon."

"Okay, professor." Lu Mingfei nodded, turned and left.

I took out my phone and took a look. It was 11:20, and there were still 20 minutes before get out of class was over. There should not be many people outside.

He arrived at 8:10, which means that Professor Mance gave him a small stove for 3 hours.

For the whole three hours, he remained immersed in his study, which was really unimaginable. He could roughly understand the symbols that looked like heavenly scriptures.

Lu Mingfei gave most of the credit to "Master Eliyi". If the master didn't enlighten him, he would definitely not be able to persevere. He would either lie on the bed with sentimental insomnia, or play games or watch TV until his eyelids started to fight.

In fact, learning is not as difficult as imagined. The key lies in whether you can calm down and persevere.

A good teacher is also very important. There is no doubt that Lu Mingfei enjoys the world's top teacher resources.

He feels that the future is bright, and his empty life seems to have seen the direction. If the research on prosthetics can go on smoothly, it will not only be used for fighting, but also for many disabled people and people who have to be amputated due to accidents. Helps quite a bit.

Perhaps this is what "Master Erikai" said: "The happiness that ordinary people should have, you have to give it up and dedicate it to the world forever."

He is willing to contribute to the world the little blissful moments of dozing off in the morning.

"Come on! Lu Mingfei, fight for the privilege of not being exempted from the exam, and not failing all subjects!" He clenched his right fist, and his figure gradually disappeared into the aisle.

Lionheart headquarters.

Susie bit her pink headband in her mouth, stretched her slender hands from her neck, gathered her long black hair into a bundle, wrapped her soft and slender hair with her left hand, and tied her long hair into a ponytail with her right hand holding the hair tie.

She put on a white apron, a hair tie, and a kitchen knife with a cold light in her hand, cutting the long strips of dough into small lumps.

This is the president's office, not the kitchen.

There is no way, there is no kitchen in the base of the Lionheart Club, the back kitchen of the cafeteria is only open when it is free, but now it is approaching lunch time, all the kitchens are on fire, and if you want to cook, you can only use this method.

In fact, you can entrust the chef in the canteen to do it for you, but Susie has never considered it. She always makes the meals for Chu Zihang by herself.

The dough was kneaded by her before and woke up for 10 minutes.

There are three people who want to eat, Chu Zihang, Lu Mingfei and Finger, each of them needs to make 20 pieces based on 60 pieces, but Finger is so fat, 60 is definitely not enough, so she prepared four loaves of dough, Can do eighty.

She didn't count herself, because the time would be too late, Chu Zihang's lunch time was always very accurate, 12:15, as long as there was no emergency, he always had lunch at this time.

Dong dong dong, it was the sound of knocking on the door.

Susie put down the kitchen knife and went to open the door.

"Hello, senior." Lu Mingfei greeted with a smile while holding the big book.

"Come in." Susie pulled him into the room and quickly closed the door.

If the other members of the Lion Heart Club knew that she and Lu Mingfei were doing this kind of thing in the office, they would not know what kind of jokes would be made.

She told the cadres yesterday that she invited Lu Mingfei to join the Lion Heart Club, but they didn't know that the two were making dumplings in the president's office.

All the documents on the desk were pushed under the desk, replaced by an induction cooker and an iron pot filled with water.

Three balls of dough were placed in a transparent glass bowl, covered with plastic wrap, a large piece of fresh meat was placed in the bowl, and two handfuls of leeks were stained with water.

"Can you make dumplings?" Susie asked.

"Yes, but I haven't done it for a long time." Lu Mingfei said.

At his aunt's house, he often helped with housework, such as unpacking garlic, peeling green beans, chopping onions, and burning lard.

He also knows how to make dumplings. When the little chubby boy goes to the piano cram school during the winter vacation, he will be called by his aunt to help make dumplings, but that was a long time ago for him, and he doesn’t know his craft How much is left.

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