Chapter 250 Is this S-level too weak?

Chapter 250 Is this S-level too weak?

Lu Mingfei ran all the way, inserted the key, and opened the door of the literary club.

There was no manuscript on the table, only a book. Lu Mingfei walked quickly and picked up the book. It turned out that the manuscript was pressed down. No wonder Chen Wenwen forgot it.

The school anniversary actually started in the morning. None of the students coming and going on campus came to class today. They came to participate in the school anniversary activities, which were somewhat similar to the cultural festivals he had seen in Japanese comics.

But what makes Lu Mingfei disappointed is that their senior high school students were ordered not to participate in activities and to continue attending classes...

Only in the afternoon when the school leaders give speeches, they will have a "big break" and go down to listen to the teachings. After that, the first and second grade students continue to enjoy the cheerful campus life, while the senior high school students go back to continue their classes.

The Student Union asked the Literature Department to prepare a speech, saying that it would be used by a senior brother returning to school. However, before the official start, the Student Union had to check the manuscript to prevent the Literature Department from letting themselves go too far.

Although he really wanted to appreciate Chen Wenwen's beautiful handwriting and outstanding literary talent, Lu Mingfei didn't have the time now. He would be late for his morning reading.

So Lu Mingfei quickly picked up the manuscript in the paper bag and rushed out of the literary club.

"Hoo-ho-ho-"

Although Lu Mingfei wanted to appear calm, running up and down to pick up a manuscript was a piece of cake for a "strong" boy like him, but he was still panting from exhaustion when he returned to the classroom door.

Almost all the students in the class looked at him, which was not an honorable attention, especially since he was as tired as a lost dog now, and coupled with the stern look from the class teacher, he knew that he was still late after all.

"Lu Mingfei, why are you standing there? Do you want to stand at the door and endorse it? Come in quickly!"

Under the scolding of the class teacher, Lu Mingfei's newly aroused pride of "Our heroes are not afraid of death" disappeared without a trace, and he could only walk back to the classroom quickly with his head lowered.

He didn't dare to talk back and defend himself, not to mention that he felt that the head teacher was in a good mood today and didn't even ask him to stand, so he was just having fun.

When he passed by the front row seat, he placed the manuscript on Chen Wenwen's table without leaving a trace. He also heard the small "thank you" among the noisy reading.

It was so beautiful, as if all the fatigue in his body had dissipated without a trace at this moment.

He felt that he had done something big without anyone knowing and made a contribution to the celebration of Shilan Middle School.

Sitting in his seat, he held the English textbook and memorized the words casually. In fact, he was observing Chen Wenwen's every move. After seeing the other party put the manuscript in the drawer, he began to endorse it seriously. Lu Mingfei suddenly felt that the sense of accomplishment in his heart was reduced by most. .

He turned his head and looked out the window. The pair of mandarin ducks had also disappeared. The sunshine outside the window was still bright. It seemed like it was still a peaceful daily life, with just a few disturbances.

Lu Mingfei opened and closed his mouth, but in fact he was not memorizing words at all. This was a skill he had developed during early reading, and it was purely muscle memory.

As long as he didn't make a sound, you couldn't tell what he was reading in the noisy environment. The class teacher who occasionally inspected him would only nod happily when he saw him, feeling that this child was very motivated today.

But in fact, his gaze had already followed the branches of the trees outside the window, extended to the clear sky, and finally fell into a vast and ethereal fantasy.

There was only one month left before the college entrance examination, but at this moment, he felt inexplicably calm, not because he was calm and composed because of his excellent grades, but because he had already broken through.

Shilan Middle School is a so-called "aristocratic" middle school. The students generally have very good grades and a high enrollment rate, but Lu Mingfei is that exception.

In the words of the head teacher, he is like a weight, and one person can lower the average score of the whole class.

He is not very good in all subjects, but he is only good at English. Some time ago, he passed the TOEFL with hard skills... It is really not a piece of luck. His English is really good, so his aunt suggested that he go to university abroad. .

In recent years, studying abroad is still very prestigious. Regardless of whether you go to Pheasant University or not, once you come back and your academic qualifications shine, you can always bluff some small companies and get a decent job.

Of course, Lu Mingfei was not without ambition. How could he rush to those pheasant universities as soon as he came up? With the guidance of his netizens and the urging of his aunt, he filled out more than a dozen university applications.

Now he has received a lot of reply letters one after another. The beginnings are similar, basically: "Dear applicant: Thank you for your interest in this college, but unfortunately..."

In fact, he himself has no sadness or anger about being rejected, and he has no secondary thoughts such as "Thirty years in Hedong and thirty years in Hexi, don't bully young people into poverty." He has basically recognized the reality of his future, so You can also be neither arrogant nor impetuous, just like an old monk entering concentration.

But her aunt didn't think so. She had spent hundreds of dollars to fill out the application form for herself, so Lu Mingfei could only cooperate and show "sadness". She often saw him looking "sad", and her aunt complained. The words were swallowed.

The first period was English class, and Lu Mingfei naturally started fishing again. He knew the knowledge in the textbook well, and what he needed to improve more was his spoken English.

The scorching sun gradually climbed up, and the light shone on Lu Mingfei's head. He felt warm after being exposed to the sun for a long time. Maybe it was because he was tired from the previous run, and he was a little drowsy at this time.

What a peaceful and boring daily life. He had imagined countless times that when he was sleepy and dozing off in class, the teacher would call him to get up and answer questions.

He stood up at a loss, but just when he couldn't answer the question, the door to the class was suddenly pushed open.

Several people with extraordinary temperament in black suits walked in. The leader, Sister Yu, glanced at the whole place with sharp eyes, and calmed all the students. Even the teacher forgot to continue to ask her questions.

Just when all the boys in the class were intoxicated by Sister Yu's queen-like temperament, she looked at him and said in a sharp voice with aristocratic elegance, "Lu Mingfei, we don't have time. The world is waiting for you to save it."

As soon as the words fell, everyone heard the sound of propellers outside the window, and a helicopter was landing on the playground lawn.

Then he smiled calmly in the surprised eyes of his classmates and nodded. Sister Yu walked towards him and arranged his collar, like a full-time secretary.

He walked out of the classroom in high spirits, leaving only legends in the hearts of his classmates.

"Lu Mingfei!"

The serious and sharp voice jolted Lu Mingfei and brought him back to reality. It was the English teacher on the podium.

"What I just said was funny?"

the teacher questioned.

The person next to Lu Mingfei laughed softly: "You just laughed like you were in an erotic dream."

Lu Mingfei wanted to glare at the other person, but he didn't have the confidence, so he could only lower his head and admit his mistake, "Sorry, teacher, I was distracted."

Then, without waiting for the teacher to challenge him further, he consciously stood up and stood in the back to refresh himself. After the morning period, he would not be so sleepy.

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"Godzilla...this doesn't taste good."

Eriyi said hesitantly while holding a piece of crepe in her hand.

Eri Yi is not picky about food, but the taste of this crepe is really hard to describe, like the work of a kitchen wizard.

Lu Chen took the crepe from Eriyi's hand, "Eriyi won't eat this, let's go shopping for something else."

As he spoke, he glanced at the crepe with small tooth marks and took a big bite. As a child from a poor family, Lu Chen never wastes food. This is a virtue.

But the next moment his face changed slightly. The sweet, salty, buttery taste, mixed with a little roasted taste, reached a delicate balance, like moldy bitter almonds. He chewed it twice with difficulty and swallowed. It went down, and when Hei Liyi walked past the trash can, he sent it to where it should go without leaving a trace.

Life comes before virtue.

They bought this at a stall set up by students during the school celebration of Shilan Middle School. The taste is indeed not guaranteed.

"Brother Chu, isn't it true that the high schools here are very strict? They can actually engage in such activities. I thought they were only in anime."

Lu Chen was a little confused and looked at Chu Zihang.

"Shilan Middle School is an aristocratic high school. It has always been relatively... advanced."

Chu Zihang wanted to say that he admired foreigners, but he felt that it was a bit inappropriate to talk about his alma mater like this, "Today is the forty-seventh anniversary of the school, and Shilan Middle School has been very successful in getting admitted in the past two years, so we organized such an event. "

"Senior Brother Chu's school is very good."

Eriki praised that she was indeed very happy. Although she had just eaten an unpleasant crepe, events like the school festival had always been what she longed for.

She had seen it in anime many times, but she never expected to experience it firsthand in Godzilla's hometown.

At this time, a girl stopped in front of Chu Zihang and asked timidly: "Is it, is it Senior Chu Zihang?"

Chu Zihang nodded expressionlessly. This kind of thing has happened several times today.

He took Lu Chen and others around the campus without deliberately changing their clothes. Except for the freshmen in the first year of high school, the juniors and juniors in the second year of high school all recognized him, and there were always those who were brave enough to say hello to him.

But most of these people retreated in front of Chu Zihang's reticence. After a few words, they ended the topic and turned around with excitement on their faces, as if it was an honor to talk to Chu Zihang.

"Senior, can you, can you take a photo with me?"

The girl made her request carefully.

Chu Zihang nodded in the surprised look of the girl. Ling consciously took the phone and took a photo of Chu Zihang and the girl. In the photo, Chu Zihang had a "cold face". People who didn't know it thought that It's a killer threatening the girl.

"Haha, what did I say before? Brother Chu, you are very popular here."

Lu Chen smiled, which made Chu Zihang a little embarrassed. He didn't want to be so conspicuous.

After this episode, the group of people walked to a deserted area at the back of the campus. Eri held a roasted sweet potato and nibbled on it, making people think of some kind of rodent.

"Brother Chu, do you think Lu Mingfei is the young man we saw at the corner today?"

Naturally, they cannot talk about the academy in public.

Chu Zihang nodded, "I have a very good memory. If there is no transfer student with the same name as him among the current high school students, then he is right."

Lu Chen felt a little confused, thinking back to today's meeting, "Did the principal make a mistake? Is he an S-class?"

Chu Zihang thought for a while and explained: "There is a big difference between hybrids before and after awakening their bloodline. After awakening, their physical fitness can be greatly improved."

"What about you, Brother Chu? Your physical fitness was very poor before you awakened?"

Lu Chen asked rhetorically.

Chu Zihang was silent for a moment, "...I was the basketball captain when I was in junior high school."

And when he awakened his bloodline in anger and regret, his fingers could even be embedded in the asphalt!

"But Brother Chu, you were A-level before. As far as I know, as long as the blood of all hybrids is above B-level, even those who have not yet awakened their blood, their physical fitness will be significantly higher than that of ordinary people of the same age."

Lu Chen's voice changed, "But I think Lu Mingfei is still not up to the average level of boys his age. His physique cannot be said to be average, but a little weak."

"Perhaps his speech spirit is not for fighting, but a speech spirit like Tianyan. In addition, he has neglected to exercise, so his physical fitness is relatively poor."

After helping Eriyi peel a small sweet potato, Ling opened his mouth and said "analysis".

"Is this possible? Brother Chu, how are his academic performance?"

Lu Chen felt it was impossible, mainly because the principal clearly told him that Lu Mingfei was an S-class as good as him and could fight alongside him.

This is...too weak.

Even though Eri's body had been eroded by dragon's blood before and she didn't exercise at all, she was still considered to be one of the best physically among girls of her age, let alone now.

Therefore, it does not make sense to say that Lu Mingfei's speech spirit is a super "mage" speech spirit such as Judgment.

"I don't know much about it, but it doesn't seem to be very good. If Brother Lu is interested, you can ask Norma to send you the information directly."

Although Chu Zihang has a good memory, it is impossible for him to pay attention to the academic performance of a junior fellow student with whom he has nothing in common.

Lu Chen nodded, "It makes sense, but I think it's better to ask someone directly."

After that, he took out his mobile phone and dialed a number.

"Hey, principal, haven't you slept yet?"

It's almost noon here, and it should be close to twelve o'clock in the evening in Chicago. Lu Chen doesn't know if the centenarian has a healthy schedule.

"Principal, drink んで (Principal, drink)"

However, Lu Chen didn't hear the principal's voice. Instead, he heard the soft and gentle voice of a Japanese girl. This voice sounded familiar to him.

Lu Chen was a little confused, "Principal, where are you?"

"We are currently visiting students' homes. What's wrong? It seems there is something wrong with our S-class ace."

Angers replied with a smile. Hearing some small movements over there, he seemed to be drinking.

"Home visit? Principal, are you in Japan?"

Lu Chen remembered that the voice just now belonged to Kotono, which meant that the old man had traveled to Japan on a public trip, and it was time for dinner there.

"Yes, you left in a hurry, but the Japanese branch still has many things that need to be reconnected with the academy. With so many big things happening, I always have to come."

Angers voice sounded together with the clinking of glasses.