Lu Mingfei, who studied Dragon Clan before slaying the dragon

The emperor of the Kassel Academy, Caesar Gattuso, was eliminated.

The parking lot has become a battlefield filled with smoke. On the battlefield, "corpses" and the remains of various weapons are spread out in an extremely tragic scene. The last two figures in embarrassment stand facing each other in the "mountain of corpses".

Lu Mingfei's face was stained with blood, and there was a bright red and thick mark on his neck. He looked at Chu Zihang with funny panda-like eyes, full of stubbornness that refused to give in.

"Brother, I'm sorry, I must win this round!" Lu Mingfei's voice was hoarse but full of determination.

"This is the honor you won with your sword and fists. There is no need to apologize." Chu Zihang shook his head gently. He looked at Lu Mingfei. In fact, he knew better than anyone else the reasons behind the strong strength of the boy in front of him. The sweat and effort put in.

No matter it is the scorching heat of winter or the deep darkness of night, Lu Mingfei seems to be constantly swinging his knife, swinging his knife at himself like a defeated dog that cannot be supported by the mud, and at his fate that is like a tragic elegy.

Every time he swung the knife, he cut off a trace of cowardice in his bones, and every drop of sweat he shed became more tenacious, until the tough character filled his most vivid heart, and the unyielding spirit enveloped his body. .

The boy finally stood upright!

"Thank you, senior brother." Lu Mingfei said suddenly, and then he staggered out and rushed out. His body couldn't stop swaying from side to side, but he took every step with determination.

"Thank you too." Chu Zihang also murmured, and also stumbled towards him.

They struggled to fight and fought happily. Every punch and kick they made was full of youthful spirit.

…

Kassel College fell into complete silence. The sun shone on the smoke and dust that covered the sky, coating it with a beautiful layer of gold. From a distance, it looked like the flowing morning mist.

In the mist, the ground was full of fallen bodies, and only a single figure stood silently in the center of the battlefield.

His nose was bruised and his face was swollen, blood and dust were stained on the torn school uniform, his wrists were twisted, and there were countless scratches and blood marks on his body. He was in such a mess that it seemed as if a gust of wind could blow him down.

But Lu Mingfei just stood there, like a straight spear. His posture seemed to tell everyone that he could be injured and bleed, but he could not fall!

A rustling sound of electricity flowed through the campus's loudspeaker system, and then a sonorous and passionate march sounded very suddenly, as if someone had raised a torch in the midst of oppression, completely breaking the tranquility and oppression.

The door of an unknown building suddenly opened, and doctors in white coats and nurses carrying suitcases rushed out frantically. The boxes had red emblems printed on the corners.

They held up slender needles and injected the yellowish medicine in the syringes into the "corpses" who fell to the ground. One injection after another, one person after another, the whole set of movements was so smooth and skillful that it made people feel distressed. , as if this scene had been rehearsed countless times before.

Professor Manstein, wearing thin round-framed gold-rimmed glasses, stepped out of the door. He covered his mouth and nose with a white handkerchief, and his bald head shone like a light bulb in the sunlight.

"Money, it's all wasted money!" Professor Manstein shouted sadly. It is not known which Chinese martial arts film he learned this line from, and it is now very suitable for the occasion.

He walked to the parking lot, and his eyes behind the lenses couldn't help scanning the scrapped vehicles, bullet holes in the walls, and the "corpses" lying on the ground. His mouth under the handkerchief kept mumbling, and he frowned every time he muttered. I frowned until it turned into a deep "mountain", and my mind quickly calculated the total loss of this free day.

"Mingfei, where's Mingfei?" Professor Guderian followed Professor Manstein and ran out, picking up the unrecognizable "bodies" in the parking lot, looking for the figure of Mingfei who was longing for him.

"Are you blind, old guy? Stop here!" Professor Manstein yelled at his old friend who was causing trouble here, and then pursed his lips, "In the middle of the parking lot, just stand and play. Did you see the cool one?”

Professor Guderian took a closer look and saw the blood-stained figure from a distance. His nose was sore and he ran in that direction. Looking at his appearance, he thought that the old man had found his long-lost wife. grandson.

"This crazy boy Lu Mingfei must bear at least half of the responsibility for the loss of freedom this time!" Professor Manstein shouted angrily behind Professor Guderian, "Tell that guy that in the future his I won’t take care of his homework, he will be strict!”

"Mingfei, why are you so brave!" Professor Guderian led a highly respected old Western doctor to Lu Mingfei. He looked at Lu Mingfei's hideous wounds all over his body, and there was a look in his old eyes. Full of heartache.

He helped Lu Mingfei sit down on the floor, and the old Western doctor took out tweezers, cotton swabs, gauze, alcohol and saline from the suitcase to briefly disinfect the exposed wounds on Lu Mingfei's body.

"Professor, I am... the champion."

When the saline flowed through the dusty blood mouth, Lu Mingfei did not grin in pain, but looked at the devastated battlefield and said softly.

Seeing Lu Mingfei's desperate but strong look, and hearing the young man's words, the elderly professor thought he couldn't stand it anymore and burst into tears.

"Yes, you are the champion!" Professor Guderian took off his gold-rimmed glasses regardless of his appearance and wiped the wet corners of his eyes with his sleeves. "I have always believed that you are the best!"

The surrounding "corpses" woke up one after another after being injected with the anesthetic antidote. They looked at the vast medical team with big eyes and small eyes, as if they had not yet understood the situation at the scene.

"Is it over? How did I die? Why does my butt hurt so much?"

"You may not believe it, but before I died, I saw a vague shadow passing in front of me like a ghost. The ghost was still wearing the uniform of our Kassel College!"

"Who is the champion of Freedom Day? The Student Council? Or the Lionhearts?"

"It seems that Lu Mingfei won."

"Lu Mingfei? The 'S' class freshman who stabbed the dragon's eye with a knife?"

"Has Caesar and Chu Zihang been killed by him? Is this guy a monster?"

"Shut up, it's too rude to call me 'this guy'. Now I should call him 'that S-class man'!"

The crowd gradually gathered around Lu Mingfei, including members of the Student Union and the Lion Heart Club, and like a thick human wall, they enveloped Lu Mingfei, who was still receiving treatment, airtightly.

Two crisp applauses suddenly sounded from the front of the crowd, led by Caesar and Chu Zihang, and then the entire parking lot rang out with waves of applause and cheers.

"Lu Mingfei!"

"Lu Mingfei!"

"Lu Mingfei!"

Amid the crowds and cheers, Lu Mingfei raised his head slightly, as if looking through the crowd into the distance. The young man with a dirty and bloody face had a slight smile on his lips...

The smile is brighter than the sun.