Dragon Clan: Lu Mingfei who returned from Sekiro

Chapter 7 Big Brother
At night, at the Regent Hotel, Chen Motong was wrapped in a white bath towel, letting his wine-red hair wet by water stick to his snow-white shoulders.

Under the floor-to-ceiling windows are bright neon lights and traffic passing through the lights. This is the presidential suite of a five-star hotel, and of course it has the aura of a president.

Noble and self-willed, she sits in front of the pure white laptop, like a little witch who has the power of life and death. When she sees who doesn't like her, she throws a token to the kneeling eunuch, and before noon tomorrow, anyone who offends her will be punished. Sinners were put to death late.

"S-level, Lu Mingfei." There was a photo on the glowing screen, Lu Mingfei with messy hair was smiling like an old chrysanthemum with an IQ of less than fifty.

This is a file, which records in detail Lu Mingfei's experience from childhood to adulthood, the elementary school he attended, the junior high school he attended, and even his preference to sit on machine 72 next to the toilet in Internet cafes.

After reading this file, you can understand his character and specialties better than his parents who are far away in foreign countries.

Chen Motong didn't understand why such a good-for-nothing was rated as an S grade. In recent years, the highest grade of students in Kassel College was only A grade, and the only S grade had already swallowed a gun and committed suicide.

There are so many one-in-a-thousand elites who have not been rated as S-level. This Chinese student with a dull face, like a snotty little Chinese student in Crayon Shin-chan, can get this unique rating before entering school. ?
His resume is that of an ordinary student who grew up in a middle-class family, with mid-to-low grades and bottom-bottom athletic ability, and the only thing he is good at is playing games?What kind of cold joke is this?

But this file was evaluated by the headmaster himself, and no one at Kassel College dared to question the headmaster Angers.

"Norma, check to see if Lu Mingfei is online." Chen Motong asked.

"Lu Mingfei is making a video call with an American account." A calm female voice came from the computer.

"Yeah." She closed the lid of the notebook and stared at the long thing wrapped in cloth by the bed for a long time.

She decided to test Lu Mingfei tomorrow.

Since he can be rated as S by the principal, there must be something special about him. It's impossible that he can only play StarCraft, right?

If Professor Guderian knew the crazy thoughts in her head, he would definitely not send this madman to China.

You should know that if you use a weapon without the permission of the janitorial department, the maximum punishment will be to be expelled from school.

But she didn't care, she just wanted to know what this Chinese boy who looked like a dropped celery was up to.

"Hey, Old Tang, do you know what questions are asked in American university interviews?" Lu Mingfei was typing on QQ.

"What? You got an interview opportunity?" Old Tang's panda head danced vigorously.

Old Tang was the only person Lu Mingfei could think of who could help him. Old Tang lived in New York and was of Chinese descent, but because he grew up in the United States, he was not fluent in Chinese, but he could type on the Internet without any problem.

"Well, the interview will be the morning after tomorrow, but I searched the Internet for a long time, and I don't know what the interview is about."

Lu Mingfei still had the idea of ​​hitting the dog shit in his heart. In case, he won, he would not have to do those tedious and annoying review questions.

"This... different schools have different interview questions, for example, Cambridge and Harvard are completely different."

"Then which one do you know well?"

"Didn't I tell you I went into social work right out of high school?"

"what"

"Come on, let's make a video call."

Lu Mingfei glanced at the empty bed. His cousin was still sitting on the balcony blowing the cold wind while missing his sister Xiyang. He probably wouldn't be able to come back for a while.

"Okay, teach me a few more words."

"no problem."

After two beeps, the voice of the video was connected, and a guy with drooping eyebrows who looked like a comedian waved his hand.

"Hey, brother!" The voice was as loud as thunder: "How old are you, brother, the police still want to arrest you?"

"I'll be eighteen soon." Lu Mingfei said casually. He wasn't lying. According to his physical age, he only turned eighteen on July 7 this year.

"I didn't have enough fun last time. If you come to New York, just come to me. I'll drive my greyhound and take you to an Internet cafe in the United States for a few laps." An out-of-key Chinese came out, and Old Tang spit Stars splashed and landed on the camera.

"Do you also eat KFC over there?"

"What is KFC, big brother will take you directly to eat steak." Old Tang assured, patting his chest.

For a moment, Lu Mingfei was a little moved. He happened to see Lao Tang's head dancing after wandering around the Internet for a while, so he tapped Lao Tang's head with the mentality of trying it out.

He is not familiar with Old Tang either, but they often make appointments to play games on the interstellar channel.

Besides, it was two years ago for him, and it turned out that there was someone who could help him in a corner he couldn't think of, and came to take care of his little brother with an inexplicable big brother mentality.

Loyalty, this is righteousness!
If there was such a big brother who traveled to Weiming with him back then, how could he have suffered so much?
Serving tea and pouring water, wiping his eldest brother's sweat is his ideal career.

It's a pity that he has no one to rely on, and there is a child and a weak woman to take care of, so he can only rush to the front and chop people with a knife, until his hands and feet are numb, and his hands and feet are cramped.

Most of the time, he was hacked to death, and then he was resurrected by relying on Long Yin's immortal power.

Two years later, he has at least gained experience in being beaten. If he is allowed to do it again, he will be a little bit more confident, but he is not proud at all. awful.

"Okay, stop bragging, let's start quickly." Old Tang had a serious face, but with his eyebrows jumping up, it only made people laugh, "Hurry up and finish the tutoring, I still have to play a few games .”

"The most commonly used opening question in the interview is, why do you want to apply to our school, why did you apply this college, please show me some reason."

"But I didn't apply"

"Don't talk nonsense! Practice with me"

The night is getting deeper and deeper, this small southern city is completely silent, the street lamps illuminate the empty streets, most of the lights in the buildings are extinguished, only night owls in twos and threes are still staying up late, the teenager is learning to pronounce words word by word, in a place thousands of miles away In the place, a person is eating yogurt bite by bite, correcting his pronunciation.

The figure on the balcony was still dejected, sighing continuously like a tide.

"Naruzawa! It's almost time to go to bed!" A middle-aged woman's voice came from the next room, "There's class tomorrow! Don't stay up late!"

Some people are happy, some are sad, and some people are muttering "S-level, give me a trick." These inexplicable words in bed.

(End of this chapter)