Dragon Raja: Lu Mingfei finds a Freylian

“Actually, Uncle is a good person, it’s just that Aunt is a bit narrow-minded.” Lu Mingfei stopped halfway through his sentence, “Never mind, let’s not talk about this.”

He took out his keys and opened his own door.

Dust swirled in the moonlight as the long-abandoned house finally welcomed its new owner.

"Would you like some tea?" Lu Mingfei opened the refrigerator, which contained several bags of tea leaves. "I'll brew some now."

Frilian gently pressed his hand down: "No need, let's rest first."

Chapter 40 Lu Mingfei's Birthday

Lu Mingfei was woken up by the sunlight, which made his bottom feel warm and cozy.

He blinked. He had rushed back to Hefei from Beijing last night, and then returned from his uncle's house at 3 a.m. He fell asleep almost immediately.

"What time is it?" Lu Mingfei muttered, reaching for his phone on the bedside table.

My fingertips touched the phone, and I grabbed it, squinting at the time: 11:30 AM.

The lock screen is piled with unread messages, with a message from Norma at the top:

"Happy birthday, dear Lu Mingfei. The entire faculty and student body of Kassel College wish you a peaceful and prosperous new year. —Norma"

Lu Mingfei was stunned for a moment; today was indeed his birthday.

In previous years, at this time, he would at most receive a perfunctory "Happy Birthday" from his uncle and aunt, and then be ordered to run errands to buy things.

Swipe open the screen, and messages unfold one after another.

Chu Zihang: "Happy birthday. A new batch of training knives arrived; I'll try them out after school starts."

Simple and direct, which is very much in line with my senior's style.

Caesar: "Happy birthday, Lu Mingfei. The student council ordered a new PS3 this year and placed a few in your club. Play as you like. PS: Take Frilian to the social party after school starts."

Lu Mingfei's lips twitched. Young Master Gattuso's gifts were as extravagant as ever.

Nono: "Little White Rabbit! Happy Birthday! My present is in your dorm, remember to check it after school starts! PS: Don't tell Caesar what I gave you."

Lu Mingfei couldn't help but laugh; his senior sister's gift was so mysterious.

He put down his phone, and another message popped up.

Xia Mi: "Happy birthday, senior! Buy me cake after you enroll!"

After getting dressed, Lu Mingfei smoothed his unruly hair in front of the mirror and heard a soft knock on the door.

"Awake?" Frilian pushed open the door and poked half her head out. "Breakfast is ready."

"Ah, thank you," Lu Mingfei said, scratching his head a little embarrassedly. "I overslept."

Frillie shook her head: "You got home very late yesterday, it's normal to sleep in a little longer."

She pushed open the door and came in, holding a small box in her hand. "Here you go."

Lu Mingfei took the box; it was very light.

He carefully unpacked the package, inside was an exquisite silver bookmark with a lifelike little dragon engraved on the top.

"This is?"

"I saw this at the BJ Market. Xia Mi and I both think it suits you very well. Happy birthday."

Lu Mingfei felt a tightness in his throat and carefully stroked the bookmark: "Thank you, I like it very much."

Frillie nodded: "Come and have breakfast, it won't taste good if it gets cold."

A simple breakfast, but one that Frillie had prepared with care. The fried eggs were golden and crispy on the edges, the bacon was toasted to perfection, the toast was spread with a thick layer of jam, and there were two steaming cups of milk.

"You did all of this?" Lu Mingfei asked in surprise.

Frillie sat opposite him: "Hmm, I don't know if it suits your taste."

Lu Mingfei took a bite of the fried egg, and the runny yolk overflowed perfectly: "It's so delicious! When did you learn to cook?"

“Recently,” Frillie said, taking small sips of her milk.

Ding, my phone vibrated again.

Chen Wenwen: "Happy birthday, Lu Mingfei. The Literature Club is having a get-together at Sofilard's Pizza this afternoon. Come over if you're free."

Lu Mingfei stared at the screen, his thoughts suddenly drawn back to his high school days.

Chen Wenwen, the girl sitting quietly reading in the corner of the literary society, was the person he used to have a crush on.

He still remembers her hair falling as she turned the pages of a book, and the way she softly recited poetry.

He once thought he would love Chen Wenwen forever. But now, looking at this message, he feels very calm.

He replied, "Okay, but I need to bring one more person."

Chen Wenwen quickly replied, "Sure, you're welcome."

Lu Mingfei put down his phone and looked up to find Frilian looking at him.

"Are you going out this afternoon?" she asked.

"Yeah, it's a high school reunion," Lu Mingfei smiled. "Want to come?"

"it is good."

At the Kassel College headquarters, thousands of miles away, Professor Manstein was furious in his office.

"This is what you call your 'improved' alchemy equipment?" He pointed to a pile of wreckage billowing black smoke on the table, veins bulging on his forehead. "Improved to the point of almost blowing the entire lab up?!"

Several researchers from the equipment department shrank back, one of them whispering in defense: "Theoretically, this kind of problem shouldn't occur."

“Theory?!” Manstein’s voice rose eight octaves. “What I need is practical, usable equipment, not your damn theories!”

He slammed his fist on the table, his face ashen, and pointed at several students, "And you lot! You managed to botch a D-level mission, shouldn't you go back to the preparatory class for a second time?!"

The students lowered their heads, not daring to breathe.

With a "bang," the office door was pushed open, and Schneider strode in with Guderian, his face grave.

Manstein frowned: "What's the rush? Can't you see I'm here?"

"I have something to say," Schneider interrupted him directly, his voice very low.

Manstein waved for the others to leave, and only after the door closed did he ask, "What is it?"

"We lost important documents in China."

"level?"

“SS-level.” Schneider took out an encrypted USB drive from his pocket and inserted it into the computer. The screen displayed a top-secret file.

"The Board of Directors' stuff?"

Schneider nodded: "Yes."

Manstein gasped: "How could it have been lost?"

“Raymond, who was in charge of receiving the documents, is dead,” Schneider said coldly. “He was a B-class hybrid, with the Word of Power ‘Blazing Sun.’ His body was shattered, and the briefcase containing the documents has vanished.”

Manstein's expression darkened further: "Who did this?"

“I don’t know, but the documents must be retrieved as soon as possible.” Schneider looked at the two of them. “The Board of Trustees’ suggestion is to send a student from the nearest school to handle it.”

"Where should we choose?"

“S-rank Lu Mingfei, A-rank Frillie,” Schneider paused, “and add another A-rank Chu Zihang.”

Guderian frowned: "Mingfei's birthday is today."

“Birthdays can be celebrated later,” Schneider said coldly. “The lost documents cannot be replaced.”

Manstein took a deep breath and picked up the phone: "I'll inform them."

Lu Mingfei and Frilian pushed open the door of Sophia's Pizza and smelled the aroma of roasted cheese and tomato sauce.

The tables in the restaurant's private rooms were full of familiar faces from the literary society.

Zhao Menghua sat in the main seat, his arm draped over the back of Liu Miaomiao's chair.

"Hey, Lu Mingfei, why are you so late!" Zhao Menghua deliberately raised his voice, "I thought you were too scared to attend the party."

Lu Mingfei smiled slightly but did not respond.

Liu Miaomiao wore exquisite makeup and a light blue dress today. Zhao Menghua was dressed head-to-toe in designer brands, and the Rolex on his wrist gleamed under the lights, clearly indicating that he had come prepared.

"I was stuck in traffic and I'm late," Lu Mingfei said, pulling out a chair for Frillie to sit down before taking his own seat.

Zhao Menghua squinted: "This person looks somewhat familiar."

“Frilian, you met her during the interview,” Lu Mingfei introduced.

Zhao Menghua clicked his tongue and recognized the girl who had embarrassed him in front of everyone.

"I heard you're studying abroad now?" a boy from the literature club asked Lu Mingfei curiously. "Which school?"

“Kassel College, a niche private school,” Lu Mingfei replied casually.

Chen Wenwen looked at Lu Mingfei with a complicated expression: "Mingfei, you've changed so much."

People always grow.

Chapter 41 All My Classmates Are Cheap

The basketball court was empty. Chu Zihang dribbled the ball, jumped, and shot. The basketball drew a perfect arc and went into the net.

There were no cheers, no opponents, and not even a drop of sweat was shed.

His movements were as precise as a machine; every dribble, change of direction, and fadeaway jump shot seemed to be the result of countless calculations.

Half an hour later, Chu Zihang stood still, breathing steadily, put away the basketball, and walked towards the shower room.

They took off their sportswear, revealing their strong, muscular bodies.

Chu Zihang stood under the showerhead, first enduring a minute of scalding hot water, then a minute of bone-chilling cold water. This shower was meant to train the body's ability to adapt to extreme environments.

The phone vibrated inside the waterproof bag. Chu Zihang turned off the tap, and water droplets rolled down his sculpted body.

I took the phone out of the waterproof bag, and the screen displayed "Professor Schneider".