Dragon Clan: My Dad is Ange

In the past five days, he has tried to attack Ye Fan countless times, but has never succeeded.

That man was like an insurmountable mountain. No matter how hard Lu Mingfei tried, he could not shake him at all.

"What if I win?" Lu Mingfei asked cautiously.

Ye Fan smiled. He was very satisfied with Lu Mingfei's courage. "Then I will tell you some truths about Kassel College, things you will never see in the admissions brochure."

"This thing is related to you. I believe you will be shocked when you know it."

"Of course, that's on the premise that you can win."

"I'm stuffed."

Lu Mingfei stood up and drank the last mouthful of soup in his bowl. He looked so heroic, as if he was finishing a bowl of farewell wine.

Ye Fan's eyes were a little surprised. Usually, this little coward would drag things out for as long as he could. Why was he so decisive today?

"Really? Then come on." Ye Fan said with a smile, without questioning or suggesting anything. He just completely obeyed the rare decision of the poor guy.

Lu Mingfei's hand holding the sword was shaking.

It wasn't fear, but something deeper awakening in the blood.

The iron sword was heavy, as heavy as all his unfulfilled expectations of the past ten years.

The moonlight leaked through the woods, and the sword blade flowed with mercury-like light, reminding him of the corridors of Shilan Middle School on rainy days, those wet and deserted afternoons.

He didn't suddenly think of these things, but Ye Fan in front of him also took out a sword from the bag.

As the hilt of the sword was grasped by Ye Fan's white and slender hand, the whole air was filled with a sense of oppression.

That feeling of oppression was like a depressing rainy afternoon, the air was full of moisture, just like the gloomy youth, almost extinguishing the fire that had just ignited in Lu Mingfei's heart.

"Are you ready?"

Ye Fan asked.

His voice was soft, but it was like a knife cutting through the night. It was also like a bucket of hot oil poured on the nearly extinguished fire in my heart.

Lu Mingfei nodded. He suddenly realized how absurd this scene was—a loser holding a sword, standing in the wilderness, ready to challenge a monstrous man.

Just like Don Quixote rushing towards the windmills, it was destined to be a ridiculous tragedy. But some wars are not fought for the sake of victory.

He was really curious about the secret that Ye Fan was talking about, and he also really wanted to know if he was still the same loser who had never changed?

When the first sword strike came, he heard his bones groaning.

The sparks from the collision of metal briefly illuminated Ye Fan's eyes, and the gold in them was hotter than any bonfire.

"Too slow."

Ye Fan said.

His sword was like a silver snake, swimming up along Lu Mingfei's sword spine and gently touching his Adam's apple.

The cold touch reminded Lu Mingfei of the impatient doctor who pressed the stethoscope on his neck during his junior high school physical examination.

I don't know why, but all I can think of today are some bad experiences.

Lu Mingfei remained silent, perhaps because he was worried that when he woke up tomorrow and returned to school, he would no longer be the warrior he was today, but the same loser as before.

The second sword, the third sword... every confrontation was like a silent movie being replayed.

Ye Fan's sword always appears at the most appropriate time, as unavoidable as fate itself.

Lu Mingfei's arms began to feel numb, sweat flowed into his eyes, and the world turned into a blur of colors.

He suddenly understood why the ancients said "the sword is like its swordsman" - Ye Fan's swordsmanship carried a kind of almost cruel tenderness.

Why is gentleness cruel? Perhaps it is because gentleness contains expectations that he cannot meet.

When he was knocked back for the seventh time, Lu Mingfei's knuckles were cracked, and blood flowed down the hilt of the sword.

Strangely, he didn't feel any pain. Something hotter was burning in his chest, burning away all his timidity and hesitation.

"Do you want to continue?"

Ye Fan asked.

There was something in his voice that Lu Mingfei had never heard before, like expectation, and like pity.

Lu Mingfei wiped his face with his sleeve.

He thought of the 800-meter test in junior high school. He felt the same way at the last bend. His lungs felt like they were filled with lead, but a voice in his ear said: Keep running, you loser. At least running can prove that you are still alive.

Who was that voice coming from? It seemed to be his mother when he was five years old. Whenever he couldn't hold on any longer, that voice would always appear in his ears.

Chapter 43: Lu Mingfei uses strange tricks frequently! Ye Fan can’t stand it!

Men are born mama's boys. Who makes them say "unfilial son" even when they are about to sacrifice themselves?

If it's for his mother, every boy will roar like a warrior and fearlessly charge into the battlefield!!

So he did a very stupid thing - he threw the sword at Ye Fan's face.

The iron sword spun and cut through the moonlight like a clumsy meteor.

Lu Mingfei saw Ye Fan’s surprised look.

The moment Ye Fan turned his head to avoid, Lu Mingfei had already pounced on him.

When he fell on Ye Fan, he smelled the smell of pine and rust, which reminded him of the attic in his hometown and those forgotten, dusty childhood toys.

Those dusty things should be cleaned up today!

At least it should be cleaner!!

Lu Mingfei's heart was burning with anger, and he didn't know who he was angry at.

This is the king's anger, there is no reason!

Is it towards my aunt and uncle? No, although they are a little biased, I am indeed grateful for their kindness in raising me.

Was it towards those indifferent classmates? No, we were all born by our parents, no one was superior to anyone else, and they had no obligation to accompany him, Lu Mingfei.

So who should he be angry at? Who should he vent all this rage on?

Who would be willing to accompany him to vent?

Too many questions filled Lu Mingfei's mind, but he still rushed forward desperately. He wanted to touch Ye Fan, even if it was just a corner of his clothes!

At least in these 10 years of failure, let him win once, even just once!

Because the person in front of him is the only one who has always been with him besides his mother!

If he will become that bad kid tomorrow, at least let him be a bad kid who will not let Ye Fan down today!

Lu Mingfei suddenly realized who his anger was directed at. He was resentful of himself for not being able to meet Ye Fan's expectations.

When the tip of the sword touched Ye Fan's shoe, both of them were stunned.

Lu Mingfei looked at his trembling fingers and suddenly laughed.

"Haha, hahaha..."

The laughter was hoarse, as if it came from far away. He won in the most shameless way, like a cheating child.

But what does it matter? This world never rewards good children.

The moonlight shone on their overlapping shadows, like a gentle stamp on this absurd duel.

Ye Fan's eyes suddenly softened.

The majestic and brilliant gold disappeared in the pupils, leaving only the warm and soft blue.

He looked down at the sword blade against the tip of his shoe, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, revealing a rare, almost gentle smile.

"You win, Lu Mingfei." He said, his voice as light as a falling leaf.

Lu Mingfei was stunned.

He knelt on the wet soil, his fingers still holding the sword. Blood oozing from the gaping wound on his knuckles dripped onto the dead leaves, making a slight "tapping" sound.

The night wind blew through the woods, and the leaves rustled, as if applauding this absurd victory.

Lu Mingfei suddenly felt his nose sore. He turned his face away and pretended to wipe the sweat off his face, but in fact he was wiping away the moisture from the corners of his eyes.

"I...really won?"

Lu Mingfei's voice trembled a little, as if he couldn't believe this fact.

For five days, a full five days, he was thrown, suppressed, and knocked down by Ye Fan, and never once was he able to touch the corner of his clothes. And now, he actually did it?

"Yes, you did a great job."

Ye Fan put away his sword and reached out to pull Lu Mingfei up. His palms were warm and dry, in stark contrast to Lu Mingfei's hands, which were covered in cold sweat.

"Okay, time to tell us about those secrets that aren't in the school brochure."

Lu Mingfei covered his eyes and said that he had to change the subject quickly.

Ye Fan smiled knowingly, took out a manila envelope from his pocket and handed it to him: "Take a look at this first."

Lu Mingfei took the envelope in confusion, and inside was a yellowed old photo.

The photo shows two young men standing in front of a European-style manor, one wearing a sharp suit and the other a traditional Chinese gown. The man in the suit has a typical European look, while the man in the gown...

"What is this...?" Lu Mingfei's breathing quickened.

"Caselle Manor, 1908."

Ye Fan said softly, "The one wearing a suit is Menech Cassel, one of the founders of the Cassel Academy and the teacher of Principal Angers. And the one wearing a long gown -"

"My grandpa?"

Lu Mingfei's eyes widened. The man in the long gown in the photo did bear some resemblance to him, especially that slightly melancholic look.

Besides, his mother is a foreigner, and the man in front of him who looks obviously Chinese cannot be his mother's father.

"Not your grandfather, but your great-grandfather."

Ye Fan explained, "Lu Shanyan was one of the first Chinese students to study abroad in the late Qing Dynasty and one of the earliest Chinese to come into contact with the secret party. He was not only a friend of Menech, the owner of Kassel Manor, the predecessor of Kassel, but also one of the most outstanding dragon slayers."

"The dragon blood in you and your father comes from this ancestor."

Lu Mingfei felt dizzy.