Dragon Tribe: Still Thinking Until Now

Angers actually had no property under his name, but since the beginning of the last century he had been relying on grants from the board of directors to maintain a decent life. Kassel College received huge amounts of funds from the seven directors every year, and a considerable portion of these funds eventually went into his pocket.

He had evidently misunderstood Caesar, or perhaps deliberately misunderstood him.

"No, what I mean is that you, Principal, don't look like you were injured in the battle with the Dragon King." Caesar hesitated for a moment, and finally decided to skip the issue of budget fraud in the college's annual report, even though a large part of the money that Angers received from the board of directors came from the Gattuso family.

This was actually nothing big. Although Frost often used this kind of thing as an excuse to criticize Angers at board meetings, the board members didn't care.

A leader with desires is always better than a leader without desires.

Moreover, Angers needs money, and they happen to have money. If they can gain Angers' support with such a tiny bit of benefit, it will only benefit the board of directors and not harm it.

The moment Caesar said this, the atmosphere in the tea room seemed to freeze.

Obviously, even though Ange is now the leader of the secret party and their principal, Caesar and Chu Zihang still hope that he can give a reasonable explanation.

It doesn’t matter if you don’t explain, the seeds of doubt will be planted.

"Ming Fei is the most powerful half-blood I have ever seen. I even suspected that he was actually the Dragon King undercover among us." Angé's expression became solemn. He looked into Caesar's eyes through the steam rising from the teacup. The iron-gray eyes unique to the Aryans did not show any ripples.

"The killing of Fenrir was more of Lu Mingfei's credit. The timing when we arrived there was very important. The King of the Earth and the Mountain and Odin were both injured. They were in very bad conditions." Angé actually started to explain, but the story he told was completely different from the truth.

"Of course we were badly injured, but don't forget what Ming Fei's Word Spirit is. The academy's evaluation agency named that Word Spirit Redemption, and it can even snatch a dying person back from the hands of the god of death. Our condition was not good at the time, but with the help of this Word Spirit, I can recover to peak condition in a short time." Ange took out a cigar box from under the table, pried it open with a folding knife, then pulled out a cigar, cut off the end, lit it with a match and held it in his mouth.

The steam merged with the smoke, and Ange's face was vaguely visible.

"So, this is the mission report you have to write." Ange said, "Fenrir fell, the godslayer..."

"Lu Mingfei."

In the fog, Caesar could not see Ange's face or his expression clearly, but there was a faint flash of gold in the depths of his ice-blue eyes.

"But in this operation, Lu Mingfei was carrying out a top-secret mission. I think that mission has nothing to do with Fenrir. Caesar and I are unable to modify Norma's mission record with our authority." Chu Zihang said. When he said this, he still looked like a ruthless killer, but his eyelids drooped, and shadows covered the pair of golden pupils that never extinguished.

He had obviously realized something, but Chu Zihang thought that no matter what the principal wanted to do, it would probably be harmless to Lu Mingfei, and might even be of great benefit to Lu Mingfei.

If this is the case, he is willing to lend a helping hand.

"In Norma's system, the authority of the black card is in the first tier, and the authority of the black card belonging to the principal is even above the first tier. It doesn't matter. I can change Lu Mingfei's task record." Angé narrowed his eyes, seeming to be immersed in the enjoyment of the cigar.

"One last question, Principal, why isn't Lu Mingfei with you? And Chen Motong and Xia Mi, we lost contact with all three of them at the same time." Caesar looked at the Ceylon black tea in his hand, then took a sip.

"Didn't they tell you? Xiao Xia Mi's favorite band is holding a concert at the Workers' Stadium tonight, and Lu Mingfei and Chen Motong are going there together." Angé was obviously stunned.

Caesar raised his eyebrows and looked at Chu Zihang beside him.

"Junior sister's favorite band is Mayday. I didn't know they would come to BJ to hold a concert at this time." Chu Zihang was also stunned.

Ange waved his hand.

"There's no need to always stay with an old guy like me. Caesar, Zihang, go if you want to. Young people should be with young people. You are not at the age like me who is keen on sitting in the office drinking tea any afternoon." The old guy finally laughed.

Watching the young people stand up one by one in front of him, turn around and leave, the door of the tea room was pushed open, and the May sunshine was like the wind, blowing in from the open door and falling on Angers face, making the old face flushed.

He is really old, almost dying.

If he had not gained the favor of the Wind King, he probably wouldn't even have the confidence to survive until the day of Ragnarok.

The world has always belonged to the young. Angers smile came from the heart and he was willing to return the world to its rightful owners.

At the same time, he was not completely lying, for example, "Everyone took a firm stand at the beginning of the story and refused to waver. They fought each other until they fell down, and they did not say a word of repentance."

What is Hilbert Jean Angers' position?

A wildfire of hatred has put him on the wrong side of the dragon, but what if that hatred finally finds its source?

"Caesar." He called the boy who had already stepped into the sunlight, and Caesar turned around to look at Ange.

"Give my regards to Pompey if I get a chance, and tell him I'll visit him."

Caesar hesitated, "Although I seldom see him, I will tell him."

The leaves of the sycamore tree outside the door were falling like snow. Chu Zihang, carrying a tennis bag, leaned against the old and big sycamore tree waiting for Caesar. Then the two of them walked side by side among the fallen sycamore leaves. A few leaves fell on Caesar's hair, and a few leaves fell on Chu Zihang's shoulders.

The girls passing by all cast curious glances at these two rather cool guys. Some students who have passed the 3E exam recognized that they were actually Caesar Gattuso, the president of the Kassel College Student Union, and Chu Zihang, the president of the Lionheart Club. They hesitated whether to come up and talk to them. Maybe they could get in touch with these two big shots in the college, which would make their college life much easier.

This is the affiliated middle school jointly established by Peking University and Kassel College. The Kassel College Chinese Preparatory Class is located in this school.

The teahouse was left behind when Angers first came to China many years ago. It was quite old, but quite clean, retaining the style and appearance of those days. There was no dust in the room, and the papered windows were replaced probably every year. They were not full of holes, and the patterns on them had not faded, but were still brand new. When the sunlight came in, it was as hazy as a girl's gauze skirt. The Tyndall effect allowed Angers to see countless dust particles suspended in the beam of light coming through the paper window, which was swept into a small cyclone by the wind outside the door.

The old man puffed on his cigar and watched the young people go away until he could no longer see their backs.

The door was quietly closed by the commissioner waiting outside, and the rain of light that was coming towards him slowly shrank, from almost occupying the entire tea room to only covering the tea table, until finally only a thin crack was left, and that crack went up and down along the center of Ange's eyebrows, until finally nothing was left, and all the noise and restlessness disappeared from the old man's side.

He drank tea quietly until he had finished all the tea in the cup, then gently lifted the teapot and filled his cup again. Finally, he squinted his eyes and pulled out an envelope from under the teacup.

The folding knife silently cut open a corner of the envelope, and he poured out the letter paper in the envelope. There was only a name and a place name written in ink on it. The person who wrote these words must have been introverted and deep, because those words were as restrained as carrying a mountain on the paper.

Just two lines of words, but with an inexplicable smell of blood, they rushed straight into Angers nose and then into his brain. Something called anger and hatred almost couldn't be suppressed and overflowed from his eyes.

"Friedrich von Roon".

"Fenglong Hall".

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There were people everywhere, crowds upon crowds, and the noisy sounds seemed to spread from the human world to hell. A huge projection screen covering the curtain stood at the end of the stadium, and a few small figures were jumping on the curved stage.

As some kind of sharp whistle sounded, the people in the stadium stands suddenly fell silent for a few seconds, and then the curtain slowly opened behind a few small figures. Monster and Stone holding guitars, Masha standing with the bass, Guanyou sitting in the middle of the electronic drums, and the lead singer Ashin who always had a bit of baby fat, the members of Mayday appeared on the big screen, everyone waved in all directions, and everyone's face was still full of high-spirited smiles as they did ten years ago.

Applause, crying and cheering came one after another, like waves surging from all directions.

Hundreds, perhaps thousands of glow sticks were waving in front of Lu Mingfei. A girl was riding on the neck of a character who was probably his boyfriend, and together they pulled out a huge banner with words like "I love you, Stone" or "Go Mayday" written on it.

There are very few bands that have been popular from before the millennium to today in 2010, especially in mainland China today. The era of traffic seems to have taken shape, and people have become accustomed to those big names that are promoted as mere fresh meat. There are fewer and fewer musicians like Mayday who still have -year-old girls cheering for them today.

Lu Mingfei was squeezed in the crowd, with Xia Mi and Nuonuo on his left and right respectively. The junior sister cupped her hands into a trumpet shape and put them to her mouth, shouting loudly, "Ah Xin, I love you!" Nuonuo was on his right, hugging the man's arm tightly and waving a fluorescent stick vigorously with her left hand.

The senior sister and junior sister were huddled together, laughing and whispering about something, with shy looks on their faces. Lu Mingfei felt quite isolated, so he leaned over to eavesdrop, but was discovered by Nuonuo. The two stopped talking, and one of them grabbed one of the guy's ears and twisted it hard. At this time, both ears were still burning with pain.

It rained heavily a few days ago, so the air in the city was surprisingly fresh today. Even the May sunshine was so beautiful that it seemed to be through a filter. The sun slowly moved towards the western skyline of the city, and then disappeared behind the western hills, leaving only clouds that seemed to be burned by flames on the horizon, and the night gradually enveloped it from the east.

Countless fluorescent sticks were lit up around the stadium, like countless fireflies chasing the music.

Perhaps what they are pursuing is not music, but the unforgettable times and years from the millennium to the present.

"Good evening, friends who have come from afar."

"I am your Ashin." "I am a stone." "I am a monster." "I am Martha." "I am Guanyou."

“We are Mayday!”

"It's been a long time since we last met. We are all very happy to meet again..."

Lu Mingfei didn't feel much moved. In fact, he didn't like rock music very much. Even when listening to exciting songs, he would choose piano accompaniment.

However, he has always admired those who dare to stand in front of many people and show themselves. They are very confident, and confident people are warriors.

Lu Mingfei remembered a story from a friend he forgot to mention. Ashin first sang on stage in 1997. He wore very tight narrow-legged pants. The judges laughed when his legs trembled in the trousers. So he preferred to wear black dress suits and jeans. So not all brave people are born brave. Some people's bravery is squeezed out of their bones.

At this time, the big boy named Ashin raised the microphone above his head, and the two guitarists played an almost roaring prelude, followed by electric drum beats. Lights fell from the sky and shone on the five men.

"For the first song tonight, we will bring you——"

"You Are Not Really Happy!" Ashin screamed at the top of his lungs.

The audience became more and more excited, the girls screamed, and the men stood up and leaned forward. The night fell completely at this time, and the world became quiet and lively.

Lu Mingfei squeezed into the aisle quietly. He felt much better and could breathe again. Xia Mi and Nuo Nuo were jumping around happily. Their black eyes and deep red eyes were like the most beautiful gems in the world. The surface of the gems reflected countless stars, which were the glow sticks waved by people in the venue.

Lu Mingfei took out a pack of cigarettes he had bought that morning from the pocket next to his lining. There was only one cigarette left in the box. Thin shreds of tobacco were hidden in the folds of the tin foil. Scattered rays of light fell into the cigarette box. Lu Mingfei took out the last cigarette, hesitated for a moment but did not light it. He just clamped it between his ears.

He thought that one day in life, people would learn to drink and one day they would learn to smoke. It seemed that both cigarettes and alcohol could numb the sadness and desolation.

He didn't smoke this cigarette because it was not the Mild Seven Stars. After returning from Japan, Lu Mingfei learned to smoke, but apart from cigars, he only smoked the Mild Seven Stars.

This is the cigarette that the brothers smoked. The younger brother of the brothers bet on him to win when he died.

It was indeed a great song. Lu Mingfei leaned against the railing in the corridor. A security guard was about to scold him, but was stopped by his companion. The uncle's companion was a very trendy young man with dyed yellow hair. The young man was probably a bad student who dropped out of school early to work hard. The expression on his face was careless and unruly, but he still had some sense. The clothes on the well-dressed guy in the corridor could buy the life of any of them in China. This is not to say that it is a sale of human lives beyond the law, but to say that if the two of them had an accident while working for Boss Lu, the clothes would be equivalent to the compensation for one person. It is better not to provoke such people.

Xia Mi leaned forward and took Lu Mingfei's hand. The girl had a faint floral scent on her body, like the scent of tulips, or like a fragrance from far away in memory. The junior sister's hands were soft and white, slender and a little cold, and her little face was a little flushed.

"Senior brother! What are you thinking about!" Xia Mi asked in a hoarse voice.

"Maybe he's thinking about a young lady named Uesugi!" Nuonuo actually leaned over and held Lu Mingfei's other hand, and the girls worked together to pull Lu Mingfei back.

Lu Mingfei smiled silently. He thought that he had done something wrong again. He made people misunderstand him and got himself involved.

At this time, the song sung by Ashin had reached its climax and also its ending. Its ending tune was surprisingly the same as the prelude. Lu Mingfei was suddenly stunned. He looked into the distance, and it seemed as if stars were twinkling in his eyes. On the big screen, huge fireworks were blooming. It seemed as if the world was about to be shattered at this moment.

"...I stand on your left side but it's like the Milky Way is between us

Do I really have to hold on to my regrets until I grow old and then regret it?

You Deserve True Happiness

You should take off the protective color you wear

Why should I be punished for losing?

Can we let all the sadness end right now?

Start living again—"

The deafening high notes made Lu Mingfei want to cry, until all the accompaniment ended, and the ending note of "start living again" was still gushing out, clearly passionate but inexplicably sad.

Right behind the stadium, that is, behind the stage and the big screen, the sound of fireworks and a long whistle suddenly sounded before the singing had even ended.

There really were bunches of fireworks being launched on this summer night in May, like backward shooting stars streaking across the sky. Probably dozens of boxes of fireworks were ignited at the same time, and the light from the sky illuminated the entire stadium. Xia Mi and Nuo Nuo looked up at the same time, while Lu Mingfei looked at Xia Mi and then at Nuo Nuo.

It was as if a whole field of flowers were blooming in their eyes.

The girls' profiles were illuminated by the fireworks with a faint light.

"It's so beautiful." Lu Mingfei said softly. He stopped looking at the girls beside him and looked up at the prosperous fireworks in the sky like them. He had not felt such noisy beauty for a long time.

In the soft light like skirts, the girls' eyes met in the flowing light. Nuonuo and Xia Mi's cheeks were painted with an attractive blush, their eyelashes trembled, their skin was white, and the light of the fireworks was not even one-tenth as beautiful as the girls' shyness.

The soft thing gently touched the man's cheeks at the same time, accompanied by a dizzying fragrance and the slightly low and messy breathing of the girl.

The gentle kiss flashed by, like morning dew or sunset glow, and you even doubted whether it had really happened. Lu Mingfei stood there in a daze, as if he had practiced some kind of unshakable kung fu.

Xia Mi and Nuo Nuo giggled and hugged his arms. At this moment, Lu Mingfei's face suddenly turned red from bottom to top as if it was painted with a layer of red ink, and steam seemed to come out of his ears.

"Brother, you are such a loser." Xia Mi whispered to Lu Mingfei.

Chapter 147: Once a promise is made, nothing can stop it