Lu Mingfei trot all the way, inserted the key, and opened the door of the Literature Club.

　　 No manuscript was seen on the table, there was only one book. Lu Mingfei walked quickly and picked up the book. It turned out that the manuscript was crushed. No wonder Chen Wenwen would forget it here.

　　 The school celebration actually started in the morning. The students who are on campus are not here for class today. They are here to participate in the school celebration activities, which is somewhat similar to the cultural festival he has seen in Riman.

　　 But to Lu Mingfei's disappointment, their senior high school students were ordered not to participate in activities, and they must continue to attend classes...

　　Only when the school leaders give a speech in the afternoon, they will have a "big break" to listen to the teachings. After the end, the first and second grades continue to enjoy the happy campus life, while their senior high school students go back to continue their classes.

　　 The Student Union asked the Department of Literature to prepare a speech, saying that it was for a senior back to school, but before the official start, the student union had to check the manuscript again to prevent the Department of Literature from letting it go too far.

　　 Although I really want to appreciate Chen Wenwen's beautiful fonts and outstanding literary talent, Lu Mingfei doesn't have this skill now, and he will soon be late for early reading.

　　 So Lu Mingfei quickly picked up the manuscript in the paper bag and rushed out of the literature club.

　　 "Hoo——Hoo——Hoo——"

　　 Although Lu Mingfei wanted to be calm, running up and down to get a manuscript was a trivial matter for him, a "strong" boy, but he was still out of breath when he returned to the door of the classroom.

　　 Almost all the classmates are looking at him, which is not worthy of glorious attention, especially when he is tired now like a defeated dog, coupled with the stern gaze of the head teacher, he knows that he is still late after all.

　　 "Lu Mingfei, what are you doing in a daze, do you want to endorse at the door? Come in!"

　　 Under the scolding of the head teacher, Lu Mingfei's just-rising "Why do my heroes fear a death" disappeared without a trace, and he could only walk back to the classroom quickly with his head down.

　　 talked back to justify or something, he didn't dare, not to mention that he felt that the head teacher was in a good mood today, and he didn't let him stand for punishment, so let's have fun.

　　 When he passed the front row of seats, he put the manuscript on Chen Wenwen’s table without a trace. He also heard the small "thank you" amid the noisy reading.

　　 is so beautiful, as if his exhaustion disappeared without a trace at this moment.

　　 He felt that he had done a major event without anyone knowing, and contributed to the celebration of Shilan Middle School.

Sitting in his seat, he casually carried the words in his English textbook, but he was actually observing Chen Wenwen's every move. After seeing the other party putting the manuscript in the drawer, he began to endorse the book seriously. Lu Mingfei suddenly felt less sense of accomplishment. .

　　 He turned his head and looked out the window. The pair of mandarin ducks disappeared. The sun outside the window was still shining. It still seemed to be a peaceful daily life, but there were a few waves.

　　 Lu Mingfei opened and closed his mouth, but he was not actually memorizing words at all. This is what he learned in the morning reading, and it is completely muscle memory.

　　 As long as he doesn't say anything, he can't tell what he is saying in a noisy environment. The head teacher who occasionally inspects will only nod in relief when he sees him. It feels that the child is very motivated today.

　　 But in fact, his gaze has already followed the tree branches outside the window, extended to the clear sky, and finally fell into a vast ethereal fantasy.

　　 It's only a month since the college entrance examination, but at this time he inexplicably calmed down. It was not because of his excellent grades and calmness, but because he had broken the pot.

　　 Shilan Middle School is a so-called "noble" middle school. Students generally have very good grades and a high rate of enrollment, but Lu Mingfei is the exception.

　　 In the words of the head teacher, he is a heavyweight, and one person can lower the average score of the whole class.

He is not very good in all subjects, so he can still use English. Some time ago, he passed the TOEFL test with his hard power... It's really not a **** luck, his English is really good, so my aunt suggested that he go abroad to go to university. .

　　 In the past few years, studying abroad is still very prestigious, regardless of whether I went to Pheasant University or not. After I came back, my academic background was bright, and I could always fool some small companies and get a decent job.

　　 Of course, Lu Mingfei is not without ambition. How could he rush to the pheasant universities as soon as he came up. Under the guidance of his netizens and the urging of his aunt, he filled out more than a dozen university applications.

　　 Now he has received many reply letters one after another, the openings are similar, basically: "Dear applicant: Thank you for your interest in this college, but unfortunately..."

In fact, he himself has no sadness or anger about being rejected, and he does not have any second-degree thoughts such as "Thirty years in Hedong and 30 years in Hexi, don’t bully the young and poor". He has basically understood the reality of his future, so It can also be done without arrogance or rashness, just like an old monk enters concentration.

But my aunt didn’t think so. She paid a few hundred dollars to fill out the application form for herself, so Lu Mingfei could only show "sorrow" in cooperation. She often saw him as "sorrowful" and her aunt complained. The words were swallowed.

　　 The first period was English class. Lu Mingfei took it for granted and started fishing. He knew the knowledge in the textbook, and he needed to strengthen his oral English.

　　The scorching sun gradually rose, and the light spilled on Lu Mingfei's head. After a long time, he felt warm. Perhaps it was because he was tired from the previous rush, and he was a little drowsy at this time.

　　 What a calm and boring daily life. He had imagined countless times that when he was sleepy and dozing off in class, the teacher called him up to answer questions.

　　 He got up at a loss, but when he couldn't answer the question, the door in the class was suddenly opened.

　　 A few people with extraordinary temperament in black suits walked in. The headed sister Yu looked like a knife, scanned the audience, and suppressed all the students, even the teacher forgot to continue to ask his own questions.

　　 Just when all the boys in the class were intoxicated by the queen-like temperament of Yu Jie, she looked at herself with a sharp voice and the elegance of aristocrats, "Lu Mingfei, we have no time, the world is waiting for you to save."

When the voice fell, everyone heard the sound of propellers outside the window, and a helicopter was landing on the lawn of the playground.

　　 Then he smiled indifferently in the surprised eyes of his classmates, nodded, and Sister Yu walked to him and arranged his collar for him, like a full-time secretary.

　　 He walked out of the classroom vigorously, leaving only a legend in the hearts of his classmates.

　　 "Lu Mingfei!"

　　 The serious and sharp voice made Lu Mingfei arouse his spirit, and called him back to reality. He was the English teacher on the podium.

　　 "What I just said was funny?"

　　 asked the teacher.

　　 The person next to Lu Mingfei chuckled softly: "You just laughed like you were having a spring dream."

　　 Lu Mingfei wanted to stare at the other person, but he had no confidence, so he could only lower his head and admit his mistake, "Sorry, teacher, I'm lost."

　　 After that, without waiting for the teacher to attack further, he consciously got up and went to the penalty station at the back to refresh his mind. After this time in the morning, he would not be so sleepy.

　　…………

　　 "...This is not delicious."

　　 Eriyi held a crepe in her hand and said hesitatingly.

　　Eriyi is not picky, but the taste of this crepe is really hard to say, like the work of a kitchen ghost.

　　 Lu Chen took the crepes from Eliyi, "Eliyi won't eat this anymore. Let's go shopping for others."

　　 As he said, he glanced at the crepes with small teeth marks and took a big bite. As a child from a poor family, Lu Chen never wastes food. This is a virtue.

But the next moment his face changed slightly, sweet, salty, creamy, mixed with a little toasted taste, and reached a delicate balance, just like moldy bitter almonds. He chewed twice and swallowed. He went down, and when He Eriya walked by the trash can, he escorted it to where it should go without a trace.

　　Life comes before virtue.

　　 They bought it at the booth set up by the students during the Shilan Middle School celebration. The taste is really not guaranteed.

　　 "Brother Chu, isn't it that our high schools are quite strict now, they can still engage in this kind of activities, I thought it was only in anime."

　　 Lu Chen was a little confused and looked at Chu Zihang.

　　 "Shilan Middle School is an aristocratic high school, which has always been relatively...advanced."

Chu Zihang wanted to say that he was a fan of foreigners, but he felt that his alma mater was a bit unpleasant. "Today is the forty-seventh anniversary of the school. In addition, the past two years of Shilan Middle School has been very good, so this kind of activity was carried out. "

　　 "Brother Chu's school is very good."

　　 Eriyi praised that she was indeed very happy. Although she had just eaten unpalatable crepes, activities such as school festivals had always been what she longed for.

　　 She has seen it many times in anime, but she did not expect to experience it personally in her hometown.

　　 At this time, a girl stopped in front of Chu Zihang and asked timidly: "Yes, is this Chu Zihang senior?"

　　 Chu Zihang nodded blankly. This kind of thing has happened several times today.

　　 He took Lu Chen to tour the campus without deliberately dressing up. Except for the freshmen in the first year of high school, the juniors and sisters of the second year can recognize him, and they always have the courage to greet him.

　　 But most of these people retreated in front of Chu Zihang's reluctant words. After a few words, they ended the topic. After turning around, they showed excitement on their faces, as if it was a glorious thing to have a conversation with Chu Zihang.

　　 "Senior, can you take a photo with me?"

　　 The girl made a request carefully.

Chu Zihang nodded in the girl’s surprised gaze, and Ling consciously took the phone from the side, and took a group photo of Chu Zihang and the girl. The picture of Chu Zihang was "cold," and people who didn’t know thought it. It is a killer intimidating the girl.

　　 "Haha, what did I say before, Brother Chu, you are very popular here."

　　 Lu Chen smiled, making Chu Zihang a little embarrassed, he didn't want to be so conspicuous.

　　 After this episode, a few people walked to the back of the campus where there was no one else, and Hui Liyi hugged a roasted sweet potato and nibbleed, reminiscent of a certain kind of rodent.

　　 "Brother Chu, you said Lu Mingfei is the boy we saw around the corner today?"

　　Of course, they can't talk in front of the public on the subject of the college.

　　 Chu Zihang nodded, "My memory is very good. If there is no transfer student with the same name as him, then he is right."

　　 Lu Chen felt a little puzzled. Thinking back to the meeting today, "Couldn't the principal be mistaken? Is he an S-level?"

　　 Chu Zihang thought for a while, and explained: "There is a big difference between the ancestry of the mixed race before and after the awakening. After awakening, you can get a lot of physical improvement."

　　 "What about you, Brother Chu, had poor physical fitness before awakening?"

　　 Lu Chen asked back.

　　 Chu Zihang was silent, "...I was the basketball captain in junior high school."

　　 And when he awakened his blood in anger and regret, his five fingers could even be embedded in the asphalt!

　　 "But Brother Chu, you were Grade A before. As far as I know, all mixed races, as long as their bloodline is above Grade B, even if they are not awakened, their physical fitness will be significantly higher than that of ordinary people of the same age."

　　 Lu Chen's voice changed, "But I think Lu Mingfei doesn't seem to reach the average level of a boy of his age. The physique is not average, but a little weak."

　　 "Maybe his speech spirit is not in the direction of combat, but it will be a speech spirit such as Tian Yan, and his physical fitness is relatively poor because of his negligence in exercise."

　　 helped Eriya peel off a small sweet potato, and said "analysis" with zero opening.

　　 "Is it possible? Brother Chu, how is his academic performance?"

　　 Lu Chen felt unlikely, mainly because the principal clearly told him that Lu Mingfei was as good as his S-level, and he could still fight alongside him.

　　 This is... too weak.

　　 Even if Eriyi was eroded by dragon blood before, she didn't exercise at all, and she was definitely the top physical fitness girl of her age, let alone now.

　　 So it doesn't make sense to say that Lu Mingfei's speech spirit is a super "mage" such as judgment.

　　 "I don't know much about ~lightnovelpub.net~ but it doesn't seem to be very good. If Brother Lu is interested, you can ask Norma to send you the information directly."

　　 Although Chu Zihang has a good memory, it is impossible to pay attention to the academic performance of a junior and senior who does not have much overlap.

　　 Lu Chen nodded, "It makes sense, but I think it's better to ask someone directly."

　　 After that, he took out his cell phone and dialed a number.

　　 "Hey, the principal hasn't slept yet, right?"

　　 It's almost noon here, and it should be close to 12 o'clock in the evening in Chicago. Lu Chen wondered if centenarians would have a healthy schedule.

　　 "Principal, drink んで～(Principal, drink

　　 However, Lu Chen didn't hear the principal's voice. Instead, he heard the soft and gentle voice of a Japanese girl, which sounded familiar to him.

　　 Lu Chen was a little confused, "Where are you principal?"

　　 "A student's home visit is going on right now, what's wrong, it seems that there is something wrong with our S-level trump card."

　　 Ange replied with a smile, listening to some small movements over there, he seemed to be drinking.

　　 "Home visit? Headmaster, are you in Japan?"

　　 Lu Chen remembered that the voice just now belonged to Kotono, which means that the old man went to Japan on a public travel trip, and it was the time to eat there.

　　 "Yes, you are in a hurry, but there are still many things that need to be reconnected with the academy in the Japanese branch. There are so many important things that have happened, I always have to come."

　　 The sound of anger sounded together with the clinking of glasses.