Dragon Clan: Lu Mingfei Returns from Warhammer Retirement

Chapter 4 Want to learn from me and teach you
In exchange for being outspoken, my aunt scolded him for ten minutes at the dinner table.

The reason why it was 10 minutes was because he felt that what his aunt said made some sense.

If you don't get points for such an essay, you won't be able to get into Harbin Institute of Technology.

In order to complete his retirement plan, he decided to give up non-fiction literature.

"I'm done eating."

Lu Mingfei took the bowl and chopsticks and threw them into the sink.

"He's getting more and more disobedient now."

The aunt whose spellcasting was interrupted was furious.

"Maybe it's the rebellious period."

Uncle responded.

"The rebellious period? That's because your Lu family has genetic problems. Lu Mingze doesn't have a rebellious period, right?"

The aunt yelled at the uncle, then stared at Lu Mingze who was still cooking.

Lu Mingze lowered his head to cook, not daring to look at his mother.

"One or two, it doesn't make people worry."

My aunt let out a sharp breath through her nose.

Lu Mingfei returned to his room and turned on his laptop.

Although the configuration and network speed are not very good, it is still enough to play a single machine.

After hours of man-machine games, he quickly regained the feeling he once had.

At the same time, Lu Mingfei discovered that his fingers were unexpectedly flexible and his reaction speed was amazing.

"Since you have this kind of talent, why choose to be a waste material?"

Lu Mingfei couldn't understand what he had thought.

If the body he passed through had such talent, he wouldn't have paid so much to enter the recruit selection process.

After playing the game, Lu Mingfei took his bag and prepared to go to the gym.

Open the door, uncle is reading a newspaper in the living room.

"Go, your aunt is playing mahjong."

He nodded his chin.

Lu Mingfei nodded in response, put on his shoes and went out.

Two months passed quickly in such a simple and unpretentious life of fitness, training, classes, and playing games.

In the past two months, Lu Mingfei's body has also undergone tremendous changes.

"Old Lu, do you think Lu Mingfei has grown up too fast recently?"

My aunt looked at Lu Mingfei who was changing the light bulb, with a rare hesitant tone.

"It's grown a lot. Mingfei, did you measure your height and weight?"

Uncle looked at it, and then asked.

"178cm, 85kg."

He exploded his stats.

"Is fitness so useful? You can also make one for Narusawa later."

The aunt glanced at the cousin who looked like a gas tank, and her heart was moved instantly.

"I'm not going!"

Lu Mingze screamed and rushed out the door.

Practicing the piano is enough torture, and working out is really killing him.

"Fitness can't grow taller, but it will affect the growth."

Lu Mingfei punctured his aunt's fantasy.

"Really? That's it."

My aunt gave up immediately.

It doesn't matter if you are a little fatter, but if you don't grow taller at 160, it will be difficult to find a partner in the future.

Lu Mingfei changed his clothes, took his sword and prepared to go out.

"Lu Mingfei, what are you doing with this thing?"

Aunt's eyes were like lightning.

"Engrave the inscription."

He replied.

"What kind of inscription to engrave? Your parents' money was not blown away, can it stand you spending it so recklessly? And it's so dangerous to wield a sword. It's okay if you hurt yourself, but you have to pay for medical expenses if you hurt others. "

Aunt went into battle mode.

"Boy, I also liked to play with wooden swords and sticks when I was young. I didn't start anyway, so let him play."

Uncle came to smooth things over again.

"Hmph, just get used to him."

Aunt left angrily.

Maybe it was because she felt the change in Lu Mingfei, maybe it was because Lu Mingfei had grown up, and her aunt's attitude was much better than before.

Although I have passed the aunt's test, I will definitely not be able to pass the security guard's test, even if it is unopened.

He put the sword in the guard room, and another man entered.

"Chu Zihang?"

Lu Mingfei quickly remembered who this person was.

Chu Zihang nodded, he was not surprised, not many people in this school did not know him.

Although he himself is not happy, he still occupies No.1 of "The Most Popular Person in Shilan High School" for a long time.

Chu Zihang looked at the steel sword in the corner, it was wide and solid, not like an old man doing morning exercises.

He originally wanted to put down the wooden knife and leave, but an inexplicable feeling prompted him to have a few more conversations with this man he had never met.

"You also practice swords?"

Having said that, Chu Zihang regretted it a little.

His tone was too blunt, as if provocative, and he didn't want to cause trouble.

"It's okay to practice."

Lu Mingfei nodded.

Although it was not enough to affect him, he did feel that inexplicable sense of closeness.

Chu Zihang breathed a sigh of relief, but luckily the other party didn't know how to speak.

"Did you learn Chuanwu swordsmanship?"

he continued.

"No, it's the warrior's swordsmanship."

Lu Mingfei shook his head.

For thousands of years, he has learned countless kinds of swordsmanship, including those of mortals, those of space fighters, and even those of aliens.

So he doesn't know what genre his swordsmanship is, it can only be summarized as warrior's swordsmanship.

"Sounds great."

Chu Zihang nodded.

He seldom judges others, but it's not like he doesn't praise others.

This slightly polite sentence made Lu Mingfei's eyes light up, and he took out the booklet from his pocket.

"Randall Cohen, born in Macragge."

"Identity: A Veteran of the Origin Battle Group"

"Origin: The son of a small workshop owner."

"Once upon a dream: to become a professor at Macragge University after retiring."

"Die to fight No.13 Dark Crusade."

Randall is a knowledgeable space warrior, especially in philosophy and history.

He is a devout believer in the Emperor, but at the same time possesses a considerable rationality.

Lu Mingfei admired Randall very much and gave him a captured iron halo.

Unfortunately, he still died under the wave of the Black Legion.

I can't be a university professor for the time being, and I have accomplished my small goal by teaching a middle school student first.

"Do you want to learn?"

Lu Mingfei closed the booklet and asked.

"what?"

Chu Zihang was a little baffled by his actions.

"Learn my sword skills."

He replied.

"Class is about to start."

Chu Zihang checked the time.

"Then after school, I'll wait for you at the school gate."

Lu Mingfei left the guard room without waiting for him to refuse.

"weirdo."

Chu Zihang actually didn't intend to refuse.

He is like a cold sun, everyone is intoxicated by his dazzling light, but no one dares to approach it.

But this person who came to the class with a real sword said in a higher attitude that he would teach him swordsmanship.

"Hope he's not putting on airs."

Chu Zihang put down the wooden knife and smiled inexplicably.

Since the last time Zhao Menghua's mind was broken, Chen Wenwen has alienated him a lot.

But in the same way, Zhao Menghua tried to talk to her several times, but she was also silent.

It can only be said that the thoughts of young literary and artistic women are really elusive.

Zhao Menghua's lungs were about to explode. The good thing about boiling frogs in warm water was ruined by Lu Mingfei.

"Lu Mingfei, what do you think about this matter?"

He finally couldn't bear it, and took two followers to block people in the toilet.

"what's up?"

Lu Mingfei asked back.

"Stop pretending, if you didn't talk nonsense, would Chen Wenwen ignore me?"

Zhao Menghua growled.

"What do you want?"

He asked again.

"Find a way to make Chen Wenwen take care of me."

Zhao Menghua said.

Lu Mingfei didn't speak, just looked at him and his followers with his eyes.

"Have you thought about it?"

Zhao Menghua knocked on the toilet door impatiently.

"I'm thinking about how hard I can beat you so that you won't be fired."

He replied seriously.

This is indeed a very complicated issue, involving medicine, school regulations, and criminal law at the same time.

"Don't think it's a big deal that you've gotten bigger recently, there are three of us, and I can call a bunch more."

Zhao Menghua was not frightened.

Anyway, it is the monkey version of "Chu Zihang", and the strength of coders is still there.

If it doesn't work, you can spend money to invite some people from the society.

"Then let's start with the hands."

Lu Mingfei nodded.

As soon as the words fell, he grabbed Zhao Menghua's head and pressed it against the wall.

"What do you want? Ah! Ah!"

Zhao Menghua screamed twice, and his hands dropped unnaturally.

"It's just a dislocation."

Lu Mingfei put him aside, then looked at the two followers.

Xu Yanyan and Xu Miaomiao, a pair of twin brothers, are equally chubby, standing there like two inflated basketballs.

"Boss Lu, we were wrong, please let us go."

The two brothers surrendered without hesitation.

"Come together, let's go together."

Lu Mingfei shook his head and walked over slowly.

Two minutes later, the three walked out of the toilet with drooping arms.

He is not afraid of them suing, dislocation is not even a minor injury.

After waiting for 10 minutes, Lu Mingfei reset them.

Of course, they can also refuse, then he will enthusiastically tell the teacher.

Of course, they did not refuse.

Ten minutes later, Zhao Menghua and his two brothers approached Lu Mingfei and asked for a reset.

In a few blinks, he restored the arms of the three people to their original state.

Lu Mingfei, who has been hacked for thousands of years in the world of Warhammer, knows the anatomy of all kinds of creatures like the back of his hand.

"I'm not interested in the matter between you and Chen Wenwen, you'd better not challenge my patience."

"By the way, let me have a look at your English notes."

He said to Zhao Menghua.

Zhao Menghua's family hired an American tutor for him, and he learned English quite well.

In fact, Lu Mingfei's English is not bad, but after thousands of years, he can only remember yes and no.

The official languages ​​of the Empire are High Gothic and Low Gothic, which are related to English like Ultraman Tiga and Ultraman Guga.

Zhao Menghua reluctantly presented his English notes.

Lu Mingfei has changed so much in the past few months, it's almost like a different person.

He has seen a movie.There is a murderer in it who has undergone a major change in personality due to strong stimulation.

Yes, Lu Mingfei must be the same.

Tolerance to the mentally ill is out of humanitarianism.

The monkey version of "Chu Zihang" quickly completed self-comfort.

"Chu Zihang's physical condition is very good. If his talent is as good, he can be cultivated as a training partner."

Lu Mingfei stared directly at the blackboard, while wandering off.

Compared with those warband brothers, Chu Zihang naturally has a little gap

But no matter how bad a sparring partner is, it is better than an empty swing. During this period of time, he has already felt that the level of swordsmanship has declined a lot.

If this continues, after 100 years, his level of swordsmanship may not be as good as the emperor's champion.

"Lu Mingfei, come and solve this problem."

The math teacher interrupted his thinking.

"The value range of the function defined on R y=f(x) is [m, n], then."

This is a math contest question that the math teacher took out to scare them.

He originally wanted to make an example of those top math students, but he could use Lu Mingfei as an example.

Dare to be in a daze with such a conspicuous figure, obviously he doesn't take him seriously.

Lu Ming has nothing to do with himself, a question of this level is nothing more than a dessert after a meal.

After translating the topic into high Gothic and imperial common mathematical notation, he fluently wrote down the process of solving the problem.

"Although it is an unmodified brain, it is still easy to use."

Lu Mingfei acknowledged his brain.

"Lu Mingfei, what did you write?"

The math teacher looked at him with a sore face.

"Um"

Looking at the out-of-fit characters on the blackboard, he felt a rare embarrassment.

"If you don't know how to do it, don't make trouble, go down."

Seeing that he wrote so much, the math teacher didn't scold him.

"There's a long way to go."

Sitting back in his seat, Lu Mingfei, an elder who had left the era, clenched his fists.

(End of this chapter)