He is currently in the Dragon Clan and has married Erii.

After getting off the plane, the four of them found a small restaurant and had a simple meal of authentic Chinese food. To be honest, the food at Kassel College was really inedible!

Every day it's just sauerkraut and pork knuckle, and lots of meat and fish; you rarely even see a single leaf of vegetable...

Eating it once or twice is fine, but eating it too much... it's like hell!

After a simple meal, the four of them went their separate ways. Tang Yu took Fingel, who had nowhere to stay, to his own little place and settled him in the guest room.

Then, as usual, came another painful jet lag process...

It took Tang Yu two whole days to get his disordered biological clock back on track and return to a normal life of working during the day and sleeping at night.

It's another bright and sunny morning!

Warm sunlight streamed through the gaps in the curtains, illuminating Tang Yu's face. Beside the bedside table, a large, black alarm clock was ticking away.

Tang Yu's eyelids twitched slightly as he woke up from his dream. He slowly opened his eyes and reflexively looked up at the alarm clock, which pointed to six o'clock.

Tang Yu frowned as he put on his clothes and yawned as he came to the living room.

"Holiday missions... are simply the worst invention in human history! Whoever invented them must be the natural class enemy of students!"

Tang Yu opened his laptop, calculated today's password on a piece of paper, and then slowly entered the password into the hidden folder.

The screen suddenly went black, then lit up again a moment later, displaying a new table.

Without a second thought, Tang Yu wrote "No" in all the columns, clicked submit, and sent the form to Kassel College, which was on the other side of the ocean.

Assigning tasks to students during holidays is not a tradition at Kassel College; it was a proposal put forward three years ago by Professor Schneider of the Executive Office.

As for the reason for bringing it up... well, it's a long story.

In Professor Guderian's words, "The holiday assignment is to give students who have nothing to do something, so that they don't get bored and cause trouble everywhere."

Judging from the tone, the academy is also quite troubled by the students' strong ability to cause trouble.

This method is indeed quite effective!

Since we started assigning holiday tasks, the probability of students causing big incidents during the holidays has decreased by 80%.

Based on two long holidays a year, this could save the Board of Trustees nearly $1000 million in renovation costs.

The early bird catches the worm. After submitting the form, Tang Yu prepared to begin his morning exercise.

After drinking some water to moisten his throat, Tang Yu changed into his workout clothes, locked the door, and began his morning run.

It took Tang Yu half an hour to run from his front door to a breakfast shop two blocks away.

For an ordinary person, running this far in one go would be exhausting, but for a mixed-race person, this distance is just enough to warm up.

For him now, running is just a pastime after meals. If he really wants to exercise, he still has to follow the training plan formulated by the executive department.

"Let's go get some breakfast first. I haven't had breakfast here for three months, and I'm starting to miss the taste."

Tang Yu stood in front of a dilapidated stall, his salivary glands beginning to secrete large amounts of saliva.

The saying "Man is made of iron, food is made of steel; you'll get hungry if you skip a meal" also applies to mixed-race people.

The breakfast stall is a long-established business. The owner has been selling breakfast here since Tang Yu was five years old! For more than ten years, rain or shine.

The stall owner was a man in his fifties. When Tang Yu arrived, he was wearing a vest and vigorously tearing dough before putting the torn dough into the oil pan.

The snow-white dough tumbled in the oil, and when it was taken out again, it had become a golden-yellow fried dough stick. The aroma of fried food filled the air, tempting Tang Yu's stomach.

"Uncle Zhao, how's business lately?" Tang Yu walked over to the stall owner and helped him tidy up the scattered spice bottles.

"Oh, it's Xiao Tang! Long time no see!" The stall owner was pleasantly surprised to see Tang Yu. "Put it down, I'll take care of it later! Go find a seat over there, I'll fry you two youtiao, would you like tofu pudding with it?"

"Yeah, Uncle, you know my habits very well!" Tang Yu nodded. "Fried dough sticks without tofu pudding are soulless!"

"Sweet or salty?"

"Of course it's salty! Sweet lovers and spicy lovers are heretics!"

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53. A class reunion after parting ways in youth.

Tang Yu chatted casually with the stall owner, the scene was simple yet warm.

The two were quite familiar with each other. After Tang Yu's adoptive parents passed away, he basically ate breakfast at this breakfast stall.

Over the course of nearly ten years, Tang Yu gradually became familiar with the stall owner.

"Uncle Zhao's cooking is still so good!" Tang Yu slurped up a mouthful of tofu pudding, paired it with a fried dough stick, and let out a satisfied groan.

"Of course! I've been doing this for over thirty years, and you won't find anyone on this street who's better at it!" the stall owner said confidently, patting his chest.

Time passed slowly, the sun rose higher, and more and more pedestrians appeared on the street.

Customers streamed in and out of the breakfast stall, and the stall owner was so busy that sweat poured down his face.

Seeing that the stall owner couldn't handle everything by himself, Tang Yu also helped the uncle serve several groups of customers, and they were busy like this until after nine o'clock.

"I'm old and useless! I need you, a young man, to help me." Uncle Chen squatted on the doorstep with a bowl of rice noodle soup in his hand, slurping it down as he lamented that time is a cruel mistress.

Tang Yu didn't speak, a slight smile playing on his lips... Actually, this kind of life is quite nice! Busy, peaceful, and happy. No need to slay dragons, nor to be slain by them...

Tang Yu was lost in thought.

"Wow! Tang Yu, you're back in China! When did you come back? Why didn't you tell me?" A girl's lively and cheerful voice came from not far away, startling Tang Yu, who was contemplating philosophy.

"Su Xiaoqiang?" Tang Yu called out, somewhat puzzled.

"What's wrong? It's only been three months, and you don't recognize me anymore?" The little fairy smiled sweetly, lifted her skirt and twirled around, perfectly showcasing the youthful beauty of a young girl.

"How could I not recognize our little celestial maiden!" Tang Yu laughed and brushed it off, while thinking to himself, "Sure enough, girls change a lot as they grow up. It's only been three months, and I almost don't recognize her!"

If Su Xiaoqiang three months ago was a lush, green apple, then she is now a ripe, bright red Fuji apple.

She was so beautiful, like a fairy untouched by worldly affairs, possessing both allure and a touch of innocence...

"I heard you got accepted into a university in the US, congratulations! How's university? Are there many pretty girls?" Su Xiaoqiang rested her chin on her hand, her big, expressive eyes blinking as she fired off a string of questions.

"It's alright. The college is an associate university of the College of Chicago, I don't know if it's part of the Ivy League. There are a lot of pretty girls, and college life is quite interesting! There's a big event before leaving school, uh... a really big one." Tang Yu recalled that free day before the holidays.

"Really? That sounds pretty good!"

"Don't talk about me, what about you? Where did our little angel get into?"

"Fudan University." Su Xiaoqiang scratched her head a little embarrassedly, straightened the hair clip in her hair, and her words revealed a Versailles-like air.

"I didn't perform well in the college entrance exam, I was a little nervous..."

Tang Yu: "..."

I didn't perform well at all!

Fortunately, Tang Yu, being a poor student, didn't take the college entrance exam. If he had, he probably wouldn't have even gotten into a second-tier university.

"Oh, by the way, we have a class reunion tomorrow, do you want to come?" Su Xiaoqiang suddenly remembered something and asked, resting her chin on her hand.

"A party? Who started it?"

"Who else could it be? Of course, it's Zhao Menghua, who's rich but foolish! He said he'd treat us to this gathering and told us to go all out and eat whatever's expensive."

"So it was him..." Tang Yu remembered that he seemed to have had some unpleasantness with this guy when he was still in high school. After a moment, he slammed his hand on the table.

"Go, why wouldn't you go! If someone's treating you and you don't go, wouldn't that be foolish?"

Having shared a dorm room with Fingel for so long, Tang Yu has also been influenced by Fingel's "food is everything" personality. Now he firmly believes in the life motto "a fool wouldn't take advantage of a bargain," which is truly commendable!

“Since you’re going, I’d also like to ask you to inform Lu Mingfei as well.” Su Xiaoqiang’s tone was slightly worried. “Chen Wenwen is the closest person to Lu Mingfei, so she should be the one to inform him. But recently, for some reason, I haven’t been able to contact her, so I can only ask you for help.”

"Okay, leave it to me."

Tang Yu and Su Xiaoqiang chatted for a long time. When the stall owner was about to pack up, Su Xiaoqiang reluctantly said goodbye to Tang Yu and went to the cooking training class, which she was already late for.

After seeing Su Xiaoqiang off, Tang Yu, having eaten and drunk his fill, returned home. By then, it was almost 11 a.m.

"I'm so bored!"

Tang Yu turned on the TV, but didn't know what to watch. He idly flipped through the channels, his expression like that of a decadent teenager who had been staying at home for a long time.

Ding-dong~~

Just as Tang Yu was getting bored, the doorbell rang.

When I opened the door, I saw Lu Mingfei standing there, covered in sweat, licking a chocolate popsicle.

Judging from the dust that he hadn't brushed off his butt, this guy must have been sitting on the rooftop of some building for a while.

"Come in! What have you been doing these past few days? You haven't even been playing StarCraft." Tang Yu poured Lu Mingfei a glass of soda. "I've already reached Chapter 7 of the main story. My skills have improved a lot, so I definitely won't let you down!"

"You?" Lu Mingfei's triangular eyes gleamed with disdain and sarcasm. "If you can play StarCraft well, I'll do a handstand and have diarrhea on stream!"

"Then I'll wait for you to poop..." Tang Yu imagined Lu Mingfei pooping upside down... Hiss, the image is too beautiful, I can't even imagine it.

Tang Yu shook his head vigorously, barely managing to shake off the image that had just crossed his mind.

"Hey Mingfei, you still haven't told me what you've been up to these past few days."

"Sigh, it's all tears when I talk about it." Lu Mingfei sighed and pitifully raised his hand.

I couldn't smell it a moment ago, but now... the whole room is filled with a strong kimchi smell.

"You haven't been working at the kimchi factory these past few days, have you?" Tang Yu asked in surprise.

"Working my foot!" Lu Mingfei jumped up like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, his face flushed red.

“I’m a rich guy now, earning $20,000 a year on scholarships. Why would I need to work in a place like that?”

Tang Yu quickly debunked the idea, "Well, if I remember correctly, your scholarship was temporarily withheld by Professor Guderian because you failed a course..."

"Stop talking about it, it gives me a headache." Lu Mingfei waved his hand. "That damn Latin just doesn't sound right no matter how I read it, and that damn magical mechanics... I shouldn't have listened to that old man Angers! What a bunch of credit-passing subjects, they're incredibly difficult." Lu Mingfei muttered resentfully.

If resentment had a physical form, then his resentment would be roughly the size of a lump of Dongting Lake.

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54. Intelligence brokers in abandoned air-raid shelters

Tang Yu could only shake his head helplessly at Lu Mingfei's lament about being a poor student.

Although he was also a poor student, he had connections and resources!

Before the final grade assessment exams, Tang Yu had a little quid pro quo with Angers, exchanging two unequal treaties for a passing grade in all his subjects.