Lu Mingfei trotted all the way, inserted the key and opened the door of the literary society.

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

In fact, the school celebration began in the morning. The students on campus didn't come to class today. They came to participate in the school celebration activities, which is somewhat similar to the Cultural Festival he had seen in rimanzhong.

But to Lu Mingfei's disappointment, their senior three students were ordered not to participate in the activities and should continue to have a good class

Only when the leaders of the school give a speech in the afternoon will they have a "big break" and go down to listen to the teaching. After that, the freshmen and sophomores continue to enjoy the happy campus life, while their senior three students go back to class.

The Student Union asked the Ministry of literature to prepare a speech for a senior brother returning to school, but before the official start, the student union also had to check the manuscript to avoid the Ministry of literature from flying too far.

Although I really want to appreciate Chen Wenwen's beautiful font and outstanding literary talent, Lu Mingfei doesn't have this Kung Fu now. He will be late for reading early.

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

"Hoo Hoo Hoo"

Although Lu Mingfei wanted to be calm and ran up and down to get a manuscript, which was a piece of cake for him, a "strong" boy, he was still out of breath when he returned to the classroom door.

Almost all the students in the class looked at him, which was not worthy of glorious attention. Especially now he was tired like a loser. With the stern eyes of the director, he knew he was still late after all.

"Lu Mingfei, what are you waiting for? Do you want to pestle your endorsement at the door? Come in!"

Under the scolding of the head teacher, Lu Mingfei's newly raised pride of "why should our heroes fear death" dissipated without a trace, so he had to walk back to the classroom with his head down.

He didn't dare to talk back and defend. Besides, he felt that the head teacher was in a good mood today. He didn't let him stand as a penalty. Let's have fun.

When he passed the front seat, he put the manuscript on Chen Wenwen's desk without trace. He also heard a small "thank you" in the noisy sound of reading

It was so beautiful, as if his physical fatigue had dissipated at this moment.

He felt that he had made a great contribution to the celebration of Shilan middle school without anyone knowing.

Sitting in his seat, he held the English textbook and casually recited the words. In fact, he was observing Chen Wenwen's every move. When he saw that the other party put the manuscript into the drawer, he began to endorse seriously. Lu Mingfei suddenly reduced his sense of achievement by more than half.

He turned and looked out of the window. The mandarin ducks also disappeared. The sun outside the window was still bright. It seemed that it was still a calm day, but there were a few waves.

Lu Mingfei opened and closed his mouth, but in fact he was not reciting words at all. This is the Kung Fu he practiced in early reading. It is entirely muscle memory.

As long as he doesn't make a sound, he can't see what he is reading in the noisy environment. The head teacher who occasionally patrols will only nod with satisfaction when he sees him. He feels that Mingfei is very progressive today.

But in fact, his eyes had already extended to the clear sky along the branch of the tree outside the window, and finally fell into a broad and ethereal fantasy.

It was only a month before the college entrance examination, but he was inexplicably calm at this time. It was not because of his excellent results, but because he had broken the jar.

Shilan middle school is the so-called "noble" middle school. The students' grades are generally very good and the enrollment rate is also very high, but Lu Mingfei is an exception.

In the words of the head teacher, he is a heavy weight. One person can lower the average score of the whole class.

He is not very good in all subjects, so he is good at English. He passed the TOEFL with his hard power some time ago... It's not lucky. His English is really good, so his aunt suggested that he go abroad to go to college.

In recent years, studying abroad is still very good. Regardless of whether you go to pheasant university or not, once you come back, you can always bluff some small companies and get a decent job.

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

Now he has received many reply letters in succession. The opening is similar, basically: "Dear applicant: Thank you for your interest in the college, but unfortunately..."

In fact, he himself has no sadness and anger about being rejected, and there is no idea of "thirty years east and 30 years West, don't deceive young people into poverty". He has basically recognized the reality of his future, so he can be neither arrogant nor impetuous, just like an old monk.

But her aunt doesn't think so. She spent hundreds of dollars to sign up for her application. Therefore, Lu Mingfei can only cooperate to show "Sadness". When she sees his "Sadness", her aunt's complaints will be swallowed.

The first class was English. Lu Mingfei naturally began fishing. He knew the knowledge in the textbook. What he needed to strengthen was oral English.

The scorching sun gradually rose, and the light sprinkled on Lu Mingfei's head. After a long time of exposure, he felt warm. Perhaps it was because he was tired from running before, and he was a little sleepy at this time.

What a calm and boring daily life. He had fantasized 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 pushed open.

Several people with extraordinary temperament in black suits came in. The head imperial sister looked like a knife and scanned the whole audience, calming all the students. Even the teacher forgot to continue to ask her questions.

Just when all the boys in the class were intoxicated with the Queen's temperament of the Royal sister, she looked at herself with a sharp voice and noble elegance, "Lu Mingfei, we have no time, and the world is waiting for you to save."

When the voice fell, everyone heard the sound of propeller outside the window. A helicopter was landing on the lawn of the playground.

Then he smiled calmly in the surprised eyes of his classmates, nodded, and the imperial sister came to him to tidy up his collar, like a full-time secretary.

He walked out of the classroom in high spirits and left a legend in the hearts of his classmates.

"Lu Mingfei!"

The serious and sharp voice inspired Lu Mingfei and brought him back to reality. He is an English teacher on the podium.

"What I just said was funny?"

The teacher asked.

The man next to Lu Mingfei whispered with a smile, "you just laughed like a spring dream."

Lu Mingfei wanted to stare at each other, but he had no confidence. He had to bow his head and admit his mistake, "sorry, teacher, I'm distracted."

Then, without waiting for the teacher to make further trouble, he consciously got up and stood behind him to refresh himself. After this time in the morning, he wouldn't be so sleepy.

........

"Godzilla... This is not delicious."

Hua Liyi said hesitantly, holding a Keri cake in her hand.

Painted pear clothes are not picky about food, but the taste of this Coriolis cake is really indescribable, like the work of a kitchen genius.

Lu Chen took the Coriolis cake from painted pear clothes. "Then painted pear clothes don't eat this. Let's go and have a look at others."

Then he looked at the Keri cake with small tooth marks in his eyes and took a big bite. As a child from a poor family, Lu Chen never wastes food. This is a virtue.

But at the next moment, his face changed slightly, sweet, salty, creamy, mixed with a little baking paste, and reached a delicate balance, just like a moldy bitter almond. He chewed it twice and swallowed it. When he walked past the garbage can with the painted pear clothes, he sent it to the right place without trace.

Life comes before virtue.

They bought it at the booth set up by the students on the school day of Shilan middle school. The taste is really not guaranteed.

"Brother Chu, it's not that our high schools are very strict now. They can still engage in this kind of activity. I thought it was only in animation."

Lu Chen was puzzled 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 worshiped foreign countries and fawned on foreign countries, but he felt that it was a little bad to say so about his alma mater. "Today is the 47th Anniversary of the school. In addition, Shilan middle school has been very good in the past two years, so he carried out such activities."

"Elder martial brother Chu's school is very good."

Hua Liyi praised that she was really happy. Although she had just eaten the awful Coriolis, activities such as campus sacrifice have always been what she longed for.

She has seen it many times in animation, but she didn't expect to experience it in Godzilla's hometown.

At this time, a girl stopped in front of Chu Zihang and asked timidly, "yes, is it the senior of Chu Zihang?"

Chu Zihang nodded expressionless. This has happened several times today.

He took Lu Chen to visit the campus without deliberately disguise. Except for the freshmen in senior one and the junior brothers and sisters in senior two, they could recognize him and always had the courage to say hello to him.

But most of these people were defeated in front of Chu Zihang's few words. After a few words, they ended the topic. After turning back, they looked excited, as if it was a glorious thing to talk to Chu Zihang.

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

The girl made a request carefully.

Chu Zihang nodded in the surprised eyes of the girl, took the mobile phone consciously and took a group photo of Chu Zihang and the girl. Chu Zihang was "cold faced" in the photo. People who didn't know thought it was a killer threatening the girl.

"Ha ha, what did I say before? Brother Chu, you are very popular here."

Lu Chen smiled and embarrassed Chu Zihang. He didn't want to be so conspicuous.

After this episode, several people went to the deserted place behind the campus, painted pear clothes holding a baked sweet potato and nibbling, reminiscent of a rodent.

"Brother Chu, you said Lu Mingfei was the boy we saw at the corner today?"

Naturally, they can't talk in public about the topic of the college.

Chu Zihang nodded, "my memory is very good. Among the students in this senior three, if there is no student with the same name, he is right."

Lu Chen felt a little confused and recalled today's meeting. "The headmaster can't be mistaken? He's an S-class?"

Chu Zihang thought for a moment and explained: "there is a great difference between mixed race before and after awakening. After awakening, they can improve their physical quality."

"What about you, brother Chu? Your physical quality was very poor before you woke up?"

Lu Chen asked.

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

When he awakens his blood in anger and regret, his five fingers can even be embedded in the asphalt!

"But brother Chu, you used to be A-level. As far as I know, as long as the blood of all mixed races is above level B, even those who have not awakened their blood will have significantly higher physical quality than 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 boys of his age. His physique can't be said to be average, but he is a little weak."

"Maybe his words and spirits are not the direction of battle. They will be words and spirits like Tianyan. Coupled with his neglect of exercise, his physical fitness is relatively poor."

After peeling a small sweet potato for the painting pear clothes, he said "analysis" with zero opening.

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

Lu Chen feels unlikely. The main reason is that the headmaster Mingming told him that Lu Mingfei is an S-class as excellent as him and can fight side by side with him.

This is... Too weak.

Even if the body was eroded by dragon blood before painting pear clothes, I don't exercise at all at ordinary times. I'm definitely the top physical fitness among girls of the same age, let alone now.

Therefore, it doesn't make sense to say that Lu Mingfei's speech is the speech of super "mages" such as trial.

"I don't know much, but it doesn't seem very good. If brother Lu is interested, you can ask Norma to send you information directly."

Chu Zihang has a good memory, but it is impossible to pay attention to the academic performance of a junior who has no intersection.

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

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

"Hey, hasn't the headmaster slept yet?"

Now it's close to noon here, and it should be close to 12 p.m. in Chicago. Lu Chen doesn't know whether centenarians will have a healthy work and rest system.

"Headmaster, drink... (headmaster, drink)"

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

Lu Chen was confused. "Where are you, headmaster?"

"At the moment, students are visiting their homes. What's the matter? It seems that there is something wrong with our S-class ace."

Angre replied with a smile, listening to some small news over there. He seemed to be drinking.

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

Lu Chen remembered that the voice just now was qinnai's, that is to say, the old man traveled with public funds to Japan, where it was the time for dinner.

"Yes, you're in a hurry, but there are still many things that need to be reconnected with the college in the Japanese branch. So many major events have happened, and I always have to come."

The hot voice sounded together with the clinking of glasses.