vncnus Chapter 28 Bringing My Talent to the Academy
Chapter 28 Bringing My Talent to the Academy
"Junior brother, you know what, chew chew chew, the food in this VIP waiting room is really better than fast food. Chew chew chew." Fingel was stuffing all sorts of snacks into his mouth.
Although he wasn't on the list of people allowed into the VIP waiting room, he was still allowed in thanks to Lu Mingfei's connections.
However, his slovenly attire drew complaints from several passengers.
After all, this is a VIP waiting room; how can we just let beggars in?
However, Lu Mingfei's influence was obviously boundless. Even so, Fingel remained unharmed, sitting there drinking sparkling champagne he had just taken from the wine cabinet and showing off his snacks, as if he was determined to eat his money's worth at the buffet.
Facing this overly familiar senior, Lu Mingfei began to subtly probe for information, after all, knowing yourself and your enemy is the key to victory.
The introduction to Kassel College in the admission booklet that Guderian gave him was very brief, only describing it as a private aristocratic school and the honors it had achieved, without much other information, making it seem very mysterious.
"Junior brother, don't worry. Once you're in school, you can stick with me." Fingel wiped his mouth with his greasy sleeve without a care, his face beaming with joy.
"I've been studying at this college for about seven years, and I know everything about it."
"Seven years? Didn't you say you were a senior in college?"
"Yeah, I've already wasted four years of my senior year." Fingel said, not feeling embarrassed at all about repeating a year. Instead, he shamelessly asked a passing staff member for another bottle of chilled sparkling champagne.
"Come on, cheers!" He raised his glass. "If I had earned enough credits, I would have been assigned to some branch by now, chatting up some hot local beauties."
He downed the wine in his glass in one gulp, looking somewhat melancholy.
Lu Mingfei couldn't understand the other person's feelings, because for him, going to school was just a means to maintain his status.
The means used are not important; what matters is achieving one's goal.
For example, becoming stronger, transcending limitations, and so on...
"Excuse me, are you Mr. Lu Mingfei?" A man in a dark green train conductor's uniform suddenly walked up to him and asked very respectfully.
"Yes, that's me." Lu Mingfei nodded.
"Please show me your ticket. Train CC1000 is about to depart." He said with a smile.
"Damn it, what about me? You bastard!" Fingel, who had been dealing with this train conductor for countless years, was furious because the other man hadn't even given him a second glance.
The train conductor paid no attention to Finger's incompetent rant. He took Lu Mingfei's ticket with both hands, verified it, and then respectfully handed it back.
"Please follow me." The train conductor turned and led the way.
Not wanting to be left behind, Finger hurriedly gulped down the half-finished bottle of sparkling champagne before slinging his backpack over his shoulder and catching up with the two.
On his way to the platform, for some reason, Lu Mingfei noticed that the station staff seemed to ignore the classically dressed train conductor, as if he didn't exist.
There's definitely something strange about this Kassel College.
A thought flashed through Lu Mingfei's mind.
Because the incident happened so suddenly, and because it seemed that Jiu Demai was leading the newly recruited Haotian Sect disciples on some sect mission, he hadn't had time to contact them or search for information about Kassel College.
However, with his current S-rank perfect strength, there shouldn't be anywhere in this world that can trap him.
So there should be no danger.
While they were thinking, the three of them had already arrived at the platform.
Several guards who were patrolling nearby suddenly stepped forward and stopped them.
"It's not time to enter the station yet, who brought you in?"
Lu Mingfei looked at the train conductor walking at the front and found that the guards also ignored him, instead stopping him and Fingel behind him.
He had no interest in chatting with these guys, but revealing his strength at this moment would be somewhat inappropriate.
Just as he was thinking about how to cover this up, the train conductor suddenly ran up to the guards, and strangely enough, this time they actually saw him.
"I brought it, let us through." The train conductor held up a badge and waved it in front of the guard. The guard instinctively stood at attention, his previous languid expression vanishing, replaced by a tense and slightly flustered look.
"Understood, please proceed."
"This guy is using the power of words to play tricks on people again," Fingel muttered to himself, but how could Lu Mingfei, with his excellent hearing, not hear him?
Words of power?
Mixed-race!
I never expected that a mere train conductor at Kassel College would be a mixed-race person, and it seems even a good-for-nothing like Fingel knows that.
Lu Mingfei began to take an interest in Kassel College.
The high-speed train stopped at the end of the platform, its black body adorned with dazzling silver-white vine patterns.
Lu Mingfei and Finger entered the carriage, where a deep red carpet stretched from their feet all the way to the end of the carriage.
The interior of this train is extremely luxurious. Unlike the modern style that pursues simplicity, the portholes are wrapped in solid wood and the curtains are decorated with gold thread embroidery.
"Tsk tsk, isn't this the principal's car? What a lavish affair." Fingel's tone was a little sour as he unceremoniously sat down on the dark green leather sofa.
To express his criticism of decadent capitalism, Fingel deliberately shifted his position and rubbed his buttocks hard a few times.
This time, it can be considered that the serf has turned the tables and become the master; his E-level has finally entered the inner sanctum.
"By the way, junior brother, what level is your bloodline? Why are you receiving such high treatment?" Fingel asked while looking around the layout of the carriage.
For the principal to use a special train, it must be at least an A-level institution.
The college is really lively this year. Besides the flamboyant young nobleman from Sicily who is currently a sophomore, there are already two students who have achieved an A grade.
It's truly a fierce competition!
A fierce fire ignited in his eyes. After all, when so many high-level hybrids met, intense sparks were bound to fly, and that would be the perfect opportunity for his paparazzi team to put their skills to good use.
"I don't even know what level I am." Lu Mingfei picked up a brass candlestick from the table in the carriage.
"But actually I am the principal."
"Are you the principal?" Fingel couldn't hold back any longer. From the moment he met him, he realized that this junior's abnormality was no less than his own.
How can someone who doesn't even know where the train station is be the principal?
Even if we take a step back and assume the school board elects a new principal, and it's you, shouldn't we first ask our vengeful old god, the true dragon slayer, the ghost of the Lionheart Society, the great educator Hilbert Jean Angers?
However, Fingel could understand it. After all, after awakening their bloodline, hybrids would inexplicably experience the sorrow of blood, and even see many hallucinations. Some people were even arrested and sent to mental hospitals because of this.
"Junior brother, you can say these things to my face, but please don't say them to that old man..." Fingel's voice stopped abruptly.
"Principal, what brings you here?" he shouted, then jumped up from the sofa and stood up straight.
Lu Mingfei looked up at the door and saw an elderly foreign man with silver hair, wearing a black bespoke suit, walk in.
Although he was described as an elderly person, judging from his physique, he looked more like a middle-aged man around forty years old.
"Welcome, Principal Lu." Angers smiled and extended his hand, shattering Fingel's cowardice.