pertwk Chapter 32 Dinner Invitation
Chapter 32 Dinner Invitation
While chatting with Fingel in the hospital observation room, Lu Mingfei learned that Kassel College strongly encourages students to establish clubs.
After all, strictly speaking, Kassel College is just a military camp disguised as a college.
The academy has always strongly supported things that can enhance team honor and improve combat effectiveness.
Lu Mingfei had already secretly created a sect, but it was just a casual move.
After all, Mai Shude had too many secrets, and he couldn't entrust her with more things.
But it's different when you establish a club within the college.
Kassel College recruits students from all over the world. Those who are selected are at least among the best of their peers in terms of lineage and spiritual power, so there is no need to worry about the quality of the students.
Apart from some students from mixed-race aristocratic families, the other students had very simple backgrounds, making them suitable to be recruited into the true sect he wanted to establish.
As for why the title "First Sage" was chosen, there is a reason for that.
The beginning is the origin of heaven and earth; the sage is the ultimate state of all things.
The First Sage is the one who is purest, truest, most virtuous, most natural, and most beautiful among all things in heaven and earth.
After all, as the saying goes: "At the end of the Great Way, who stands at the peak? The two words 'First Sage' reveal his awe-inspiring name."
After giving Fingel a few more instructions, Lu Mingfei hung up the phone.
Soon after, college staff delivered the books he needed to his door.
The next step is to complete one's own cultivation technique.
Lu Mingfei focused his mind and became engrossed in the ocean of knowledge.
But he didn't notice that a wisp of black smoke was rising behind him, eventually transforming into a dragon shape and disappearing into the air.
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Norton House.
This luxurious conference hall is now the headquarters of the college's student union.
The current student council president, Caesar, whom some call a "rich second-generation playboy from the Sicilian Peninsula," has turned this place into his own palace.
The banquets here never stop, and the air is always filled with the aroma of wine.
Caesar Gattuso reclined comfortably in his chair, flipping through the reports in his hands.
The news of a new S-rank student appearing in the academy might be able to be kept from ordinary students, but it couldn't be kept from him at all.
"Looks like our S-class had a pretty ordinary first half of life." He put down the documents and looked at the girl beside him.
Nono rolled her eyes at him. This chairman had been trying to woo her all this time, but to her, it was nothing more than a male peacock in a park strutting around with its tail feathers.
But as a member of the student council, she still offered a word of advice: "I advise you not to underestimate him. You have no idea what price the principal paid to get him to come."
"Let me guess, a full scholarship plus an annual bonus? That should be enough to tempt an average high school student, right?" Caesar tapped his finger on the armrest.
For him, money is nothing more than a string of numbers in an account; whether it increases or decreases cannot cause the slightest fluctuation in his emotions. This is the confidence of the Gattuso family heir.
Nono shrugged and didn't continue.
Because if the principal doesn't announce it, she'll have no choice but to keep quiet.
"Whatever you want," she said.
"Let me think about it. After all, he's an S-rank, so let's hold a grand banquet to welcome him." Caesar became interested, but seemed to be happy that he had found another reason to hold a banquet.
at the same time.
Lionheart Society.
Chu Zihang, who has been designated as the next president of the Lionheart Club, is handling club affairs in his office. The previous president, now a senior, has been sent to South America for an internship, so Chu Zihang, as the successor, is now the president in name only.
"The new S-class? Lu Mingfei?"
Chu Zihang's hand, which was flipping through the documents, suddenly stopped, because he seemed to see a familiar name.
More detailed information confirmed that his memory was correct—Shilan Middle School, wasn't that the school he graduated from?
The name instantly evoked his memories, even bringing his thoughts back to four years ago.
Rainy night, overpass, Maybach.
A golden light flashed in Chu Zihang's pupils.
He will never forget that day, he will never forget it in his entire life.
However, even if he comes into contact with the real world and awakens his own bloodline, he would still be far from being able to truly defeat that person.
However, his thoughts returned to the present. Since it was an S-rank student and a junior brother from the same school as him, he couldn't let the student council take him away no matter what.
After a moment's thought, he dialed the vice president's number: "Hello, this is Chu Zihang. I think we should hold a banquet."
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Lu Mingfei entered a state of flow.
At this moment, his world consisted only of himself and the thick stack of books in front of him.
Through thousands of years of compilation and collection by wise men and scholars, information about various lower dragon species has become quite comprehensive.
But above all that, the four kings who control the earth, fire, wind, and water remain shrouded in mystery. No one knows in what form they live in this world, nor does anyone know how to truly defeat them.
If some clues about the four kings can still be found in old papers, then the Black King, the legendary funeral director and messenger of the end times, is truly mysterious and unpredictable.
The records that can be found are nothing more than myths and legends passed down orally, and are nothing more than vague and ethereal stories.
Lu Mingfei's mind stirred, and he withdrew from the flow state.
By this time, the sun had already disappeared behind the mountains, and the sunset had quietly faded away not long ago, leaving only the last ray of light lingering in the world.
The sky was a melancholy blue.
Although the tentacles would occasionally rummage through the refrigerator for food to satisfy his hunger, the mental energy he had exhausted from reading still made him feel hungry.
He opened his phone, ready to order dinner from the college cafeteria, but saw two unread text messages in his inbox.
The two text messages, from different numbers, were largely the same, both welcoming him, the new S-class, and inviting him to a dinner party in three days.
However, the signatures were quite different; one of the short messages was signed "Cesare Gattuso, President of the College Student Union".
"What Caesar? I don't know him." Lu Mingfei quickly passed by.
Given his current status, the so-called student council president is nothing special.
He looked at another text message.
The message was much more concise and direct than the previous one, but the signature made Lu Mingfei raise an eyebrow.
Chu Zihang, acting president of the Lionheart Club.
In Lu Mingfei's previous life, he did not know a person named Chu Zihang, but in this life, the name Chu Zihang has been a constant throughout his high school career.
There's no way around it; the other person has too many accolades and honors, almost making them the standard model of "other people's children" in the eyes of parents.
And that's not all; almost half of the girls in the school have a crush on him, while the other half openly admire him.
This is the formidable reputation of the number one on the "List of Officials Who Should Be Executed".
So, could this be the Chu Zihang I know?
Lu Mingfei remembered that he did indeed go abroad to study after graduation.
So it's such a coincidence?