Five years old Lu Mingfei

Chapter 11 Eleven. Open some champagne first
"Mingfei, you're awake." Professor Guderian looked at him with concern.

"You fainted on the train and were carried off."

"I already expected that you might not be able to tell the difference, so I specially prepared proof."

He clapped his hands.

The next second, a middle-aged man who could tell he was Japanese just by looking at his appearance walked in, carrying a silver suitcase in each hand. He bowed at 90 degrees and said respectfully: "I am Masashi Toyama, a psychology teacher assigned by the college. , it’s a pleasure to meet the S-class freshmen.”

Lu Mingfei thought to himself that he was indeed a master of craftsmanship, and his craftsmanship was pure.

He waved his hand: "Professor, no need to bother anymore, I already know that dragons exist in this world."

"But I want to see a real dragon, not a picture or something, okay?"

Professor Guderian was stunned for a moment. He didn't expect the progress to be so fast. He scratched his head: "Okay, of course."

At his signal, Toyama Masashi opened a suitcase, and a cylindrical glass bottle was delivered to Lu Mingfei, just like the kind of bottle used by teachers in biology classes to hold specimens.

Lu Mingfei looked at the four-legged lizard with a pair of membrane wings in front of him and wanted to rub its head.

He moved closer, almost looking into the eyes of the dragon cub who was sleeping peacefully with his eyes closed.

Suddenly, it opened its eyes, and its golden eyes were shining.

Lu Mingfei stared at it with big eyes and small eyes, and he tried to wave his hand: "Girl?"

The red dragon cub trembled, its reptile features showing obvious fear, and the next second, as if it couldn't wait any longer, it fell into a deep sleep again.

"Mingfei, what's wrong?" Professor Guderian's line of sight was blocked by Lu Mingfei, and he did not see what happened.

Lu Mingfei just thought that the lizard had slept too much and wanted to get up for some air, without saying anything else.

He shook his head, stood up, and said, "Professor, that's it. Let's continue."

"Great!" Professor Guderian's eyes sparkled with excitement, "Then let's go."

Lu Mingfei walked out of the office under the double-team of Masashi Toyama and Professor Guderian.

Just a few steps out, a shrill alarm sounded in their ears, and their expressions suddenly changed drastically. It was obvious that something was going on.

"Oops, I remembered what day it is today. Find cover quickly, they are about to start..." Toyama Masashi said hurriedly.

"It's better to go back to the office and hide for a while!" Professor Guderian looked ugly.

Unfortunately, it was too late. A group of people wearing black combat uniforms and holding submachine guns appeared on the stairs of the small building behind them.

"Damn it! Where is Lu Mingfei?" Masashi Toyama didn't care about his manners anymore.

"Here!" Lu Mingfei, who had already hid in the narrow passage next to him, waved to him. He found his position as soon as the alarm sounded.

Before those people opened fire, Masashi Toyama dragged Professor Guderian in and followed him.

The intruders in black combat uniforms completely ignored these three targets and flashed past the narrow passage at high speed, while the people in crimson combat uniforms rushed out of the church. This extremely silent campus suddenly turned into a battlefield, and the sound of gunfire was deafening.

"What does the student council president want to do? What is her name? Does she want to have her credits deducted!" Professor Guderian covered his ears and roared at Masashi Toyama.

"Has she ever cared? Her grades are not high to begin with!" Masashi Toyama said, squatting down quickly.

Lu Mingfei was a little confused. Who is the president of the student union? This is already considered an armed fight. If you don’t eat peanuts, at least you have to eat oranges. He thought about it and sighed. Brother Jing probably couldn’t control this. "Her name is Keisha Gattuso!" Masashi Toyama straightened up and said angrily, "That bad girl who drives a Bugatti Veyron!"

He took out a "hand cannon" that was obviously illegally modified from his suitcase, and looked like he was about to charge into the battlefield.

"I will remember her! If she chooses my class, I will make her look good!" Professor Guderian shouted.

Before he finished speaking, a bullet hit him in the back of the heart. Professor Guderian looked at Lu Mingfei with a dead look in his eyes and collapsed to the ground unwillingly.

Masashi Toyama, who was trying to rescue him, quickly followed suit and staggered twice, falling on top of him.

Lu Mingfei fell silent. He looked at the two corpses lying on the ground with a little regret.

He thought to himself, although he wanted to say something! Open the champagne! But the situation in front of me is obviously not suitable.

He squatted down, poked Professor Guderian, and asked, "Lao Deng?"

He was motionless and looked really dead.

No, buddy, are you serious?
Lu Mingfei had a headache. Do you want him to collect the body? Otherwise, just burn it on the spot and say it was all Kesha Gattuso's fault.

The gunfire continued, and Lu Mingfei leaned against the wall and waited boredly for them to finish.

When the time comes, whichever side wins, just surrender. Those who know the current affairs are heroes, and he is an agent with both yellow cards and yellow cards in Hangkou Liangba.

The gunfire gradually became sparse, and it seemed that it was about to end. Lu Mingfei became energetic.

Silent and cold voices came from all directions, played through a loudspeaker system, "Kesha, how many people do you still have alive? Do you want to continue?"

"Chu Zihan, you did a good job," the other party responded, with a cold smile in his voice, "If I guess correctly, there are only two people left between you and me, and your sniper is still alive. "

"Chu Zihan?" Lu Mingfei was stunned for a moment, why is she here?

"I've really sent it now..." He sighed.

"You're right, as long as she locks the parking lot, you can't get through." Chu Zihan said coldly.

Kesha snapped her fingers: "Then I have a proposal. How about we meet in the parking lot?"

"That's what I meant." Chu Zihan didn't talk nonsense.

The sound of electricity in the loudspeaker suddenly stopped, and both parties cut off communication.

The two walked out of their respective headquarters.

The long black hair is tied around the waist, and the slender fingers are holding a slender Japanese sword. His expression is indifferent, and his pupils are like burning golden flames that will never go out. He is indeed Chu Zihan, the Sword Master of the Youth Palace.

Opposite her was Kesha, the student council president, who was wearing a crimson combat uniform. After she took off her mask, her golden hair was dazzling.

Masashi Toyama said she was a bad girl, but when Lu Mingfei saw her in person, he felt she was more like a judgment angel missing a pair of white wings.

There is no need to be solemn, but majestic and self-sufficient.

Just standing there makes it hard to breathe.

(End of this chapter)