Dragon Clan: Lu Mingfei Returns from Warhammer Retirement

Chapter 25

"$100000 Press 'No'."

The originally one-sided situation was once again stopped by a large bet.

"What's the situation? Is there anyone pressing 'No' here?"

"And it weighs more than Caesar?"

"Who is it, Joseph?"

When everyone looked at the user name of the bettor, all of them were shocked.

"User name: Lu Mingfei."

"Damn, I really vote for myself."

"Can anyone tell me why he voted 'No'?"

"Dare to press 100000 US dollars, but he can't do it himself. Is he confident or not?"

"They're messing me up."

Both the professor and the president of the student council think that Lu Ming can't do it, so he should really do it.

But Lu Mingfei himself felt that he was not good enough, so he should really be bad.

So can he do it?
Just when everyone was lost, another bettor dropped a bombshell again.

"$20000 for 'yes'."

Compared with Lu Mingfei's $100000 bet, this amount is not large, even worse than Professor Guderian.

But the ID of the bettor is very conspicuous.

"Cambridge Knife"

This is the ID of Principal Angers.

"The principal is blown out."

"The principal actually took the lead in gambling!"

"The principal is also optimistic about the S-level freshmen!"

The forum exploded once again, and the headmaster's bet completely messed up the entire handicap.

Everyone didn't bother to analyze any more, and bet casually according to their mood and preferences, and the amounts on both sides quickly reached similar numbers.

"How could this happen?! Obviously I planned it first."

Fingel felt a mysterious force persecuting him.

"The S-level freshman you are optimistic about seems to have no confidence in himself."

In the elegantly decorated office, Executive Minister von Schneider said to the principal Angers.

"On the contrary, I think he is very confident."

Angers smiled.

He has a serene old man's face, and his silver-white hair is neatly combed.

The years have left deep marks on his face, turning his skin into cracked ancient trees or weathered rocks, but the lines are still hard, and the silver-gray eyes are dancing with light.

Even in the middle of the night, he was still wearing a straight suit, and his figure was as tall and straight as the suit, like an old lion king.

"It took a lot of courage for him to bet against it when I and everyone else was bullish on him."

Angers added.

"I think it's a broken jar."

Schneider said coldly.

It can be seen that Kassel's Chinese promotion is very successful.

"Tomorrow is the 3E exam, let's wait and see."

He smiled, and the moonlight shone on him through the window, and the brilliant reflection seemed to symbolize his eternally burning vitality.

"get up."

At five o'clock in the morning, Master Fen, who had been busy all night, received a kind wake-up service.

But he didn't buy the wake-up service.

Fingal intended to ignore it, but the intensity of the voice quickly reached the level of breaking into the door.

"I'm coming."

Before the door opened, he turned over with difficulty and got out of bed.

"What are you doing, Junior Brother Lu, the rooster hasn't even crowed yet."

Finger opened the door and complained that it was Lu Mingfei and Chu Zihang who came.

"Get up and exercise."

Lu Mingfei said lightly.

"Wake people up at five o'clock in the morning, you are more skinny than Huang Shiren. If you don't go, I've already passed the physical class."

He shook his head and let the bed go.

Then Fingal noticed that he had walked several steps and the bed was still the same distance.

"Go to exercise."

Lu Mingfei pressed his shoulder with one hand, like Wuzhishan pressing Sun Monkey.

"Don't go, don't go."

Fingel shook his head frantically.

"Pay back the money."

Lu Mingfei stretched out his other hand.

"Go and go."

Anyway, it was only this time, when the market closed at night, he would have the money to pay back.

Under the supervision of Lu Mingfei, Finger rarely went through a full set of washing procedures.

He even changed into a set of clean sportswear, although Lu Mingfei bought a spare.

As a military school, Kassel College of course has a 24-hour free gym with complete equipment.

Looking at all kinds of fitness equipment, Fingel couldn't remember when he was last here.

Probably before repeating a grade.

Lu Mingfei and Chu Zihang practiced according to their own habits, while Finger found a spinning bike.

He adjusted the resistance to the lowest level, and then began to fish openly.

Just when he was about to fall asleep, a feeling of a beast approaching made him suddenly open his eyes.

The sharp murderous look disappeared in a flash, and Fingel instantly switched back to that tired look.

"Have you finished training? Let's go back then."

he said happily.

"Go for a run."

Lu Mingfei broke his fantasy.

"What?"

Fingal couldn't believe it.
"Endurance is also an important part of fighter training."

Lu Mingfei pulled him up from the spinning bike.

"But I'm not a fighter."

He tried to pull himself out.

"Didn't you say that Kassel College is a military school? The students there are all soldiers."

Lu Mingfei refuted him with his words.

"No ah ah ah!"

Finger screamed all the way and was dragged out by Lu Mingfei.

"I didn't expect Fingel to have such a time."

Several muscular masters who also came to exercise early in the morning talked about it.

"That's the S-rank freshman, I saw him in 'Freedom Day'."

"It turned out to be him, no wonder he was able to clean up Fingel."

"Today is the 3E exam, and he came to the gym so early."

"It's no wonder that you have developed such a high-purity muscle, we have to work hard."

A muscular tyrant whose bust was a circle larger than the others said with emotion.

"Yes, yes, let's practice quickly."

Inspired by Lu Mingfei, the atmosphere in the gym was as hot as the sun at noon in the morning.

On the plastic running track of the college, a burly and bloated figure is running fast.

And another equally burly figure followed behind him unhurriedly.

"I can't do it anymore, let's take a few minutes rest."

Fingal said out of breath.

"Based on the standards of an ordinary person, you haven't reached the limit yet, let alone you are a mixed race."

Lu Mingfei was unmoved.

"I'm the kind with a genetic mutation, positive and negative."

Fingel belittled himself mercilessly.

"It's useless to pretend, I know your physical condition better than you yourself."

he said lightly.

Fingel gritted his teeth. Indeed, his speed has been stuck at the critical point of Lu Mingfei's tolerance.

"I can't do it anymore, what's the matter with love."

Fingel tilted his body, intending to lie down on the spot.

But after he thumped for a long time, he found that he couldn't lie down at all.

"Keep running."

There was a stabbing pain in his buttocks, and looking down, a sharp long sword was biting his buttocks.

(End of this chapter)