"Our hero is back, welcome."

Anger smiled and put a glass of freshly soaked West Lake Longjing to the man's table.

This is his office, from here you can clearly see the school gate, where the students are welcoming the warriors who returned from the dragon slaying.

That was a single killer who killed two second-generation gods. The students all wanted to meet this S-level man who had been staying in his door since he came to the academy and had a big deal as soon as he went out. They were curious about what kind of person this guy was.

You should know that in the history of the Secret Party, no one has ever been able to fight the dragon alone and come back alive. Every awakening of the dragon clan means many sacrifices.

The ancestors of the Secret Party almost had to come out to compete with those dragons with great power. Every victory was a tragic victory with life and blood. This time, only sacrificing one person was like a sprinkling water. It was quite ironic to say that if the S-class person was investigating at the beginning, there might be no sacrifice? But the S-class person was busy slaying dragons in Japan, and as soon as it was solved, he ran to Alshan to slay dragons. He looked quite diligent.

The members of the Lionheart Society were also waiting here, and Lancelot and everyone from the Lionheart Society were waiting here, but there was no joy of victory on their faces at this time, because this was not their victory.

Although it is indeed exciting to successfully kill a second-generation seed, as the people of the Lionheart, their president died, and they know that the real victory was not because of the president's sacrifice, but because of the arrival of a person. Although that person is also a member of the Lionheart, everyone knows that this person may come to the Lionheart just because it is "fun". Even this rescue was Tereya begging him to come back.

The friction sounded outside the school gate, and the black train slowly stopped. Everyone stared at the door, looking forward to the return of the 'hero'.

Accompanied by a deflated sound, the heavy door opened, but to their disappointment, there was no "Dragon Slaying Warrior" they were expecting from the car.

The leader was a stern-faced boy. He held the sword and walked in front, followed by a girl with a black ponytail, and then there was no more, and only the two of them got out of the car.

“Welcome… back.”

Lancelot brought the members of the Lionheart Association forward. He looked at the man and the woman in front of him with a complicated expression. He had also brought people to see him off when they left, but there were three people at that time.

Chu Zihang and Susie shook their heads slightly.

"It's good to come back, thank you for your hard work..."

Lancelot leads the Lionheart people to open the way.

"Where is Teria and…the President?"

"Treya took the president back to Japan." Susie said, "She sent the president home..."

"Let's go back to Norton Hall first..."

Chu Zihang walked in front. He didn't care about the eyes of the students around him, but just wanted to do what he should do first.

In the mission report, the process of slaying dragons has been blurred by Schneider who arrived at the scene. The record of Chu Zihang's bloody dragon wing was naturally not written into it. This is not something worth showing off, but will cause trouble to Chu Zihang. As a teacher, he certainly had to avoid such things, so he pushed all the "credits" to the S-level, and probably Xuan Hao wouldn't mind either.

"Don't you accept your honor? You are the heroes of the dragon slaying and have the right to accept their cheers."

Anger smiled and looked at the man sitting opposite him.

"Hero? Honor?"

Xuan Hao took a sip of tea, and his eyes revealed disdain, "It is best to stop playing this kind of joke in the future."

Even if you kill a dragon, you are a hero? The word "hero" is too cheap. Perhaps it is indeed a "hero" for Angers.

Slaying dragons and saving humans seems great, but is the purpose of the Secret Party really just like this?

As for the so-called "honor", he was even more disdainful. Can that thing be eaten as a food?

He knew it would be troublesome to come back, so he took a step ahead.

"Haha," Anger chuckled, "It's the first time you've come to me by yourself. Is there anything important?"

"No," Xuan Hao put down the teacup in his hand, "I just came to inform you that I will go back to China for a while."

"Oh? This is pretty good."

To Xuan Hao's surprise, Angers accepted it so happily.

"It's spring now, and it's the season for seedlings to grow." Angers didn't know what he said.

Xuan Hao couldn't understand what the old man was going around, "speaking human words."

"Haha, I mean, spring is a good time, youth is restless and seedlings grow, and our Kassel Academy is ready to welcome new blood." Anger looked at Xuan Hao with interest, "So you are just going back to China now."

"You mean recruitment?" Xuan Hao frowned. Of course he understood what this guy meant and wanted him to go back to China to help recruit students. "I don't have time."

"Don't refuse so quickly," Anger's face still smiled. "China is a country with a large population, and there are countless talents. Cassel Academy does not want to give up such a high-quality source of students."

"Then you guys go and ask for help!" Xuan Hao looked impatient.

"But," Angers was a little confused, "didn't you say we are not allowed to act casually in China? You also said that you must notify you first of all matters about China and get your permission."

Damn, I was careless. Xuan Hao only remembered that he seemed to have said that, isn’t this digging a hole for himself? It’s so troublesome.

"Don't I agree now?"

"No, no, no, how dare I go wild on your territory? It would be better if you come in person. If the academy hurts the flowers and plants in China, I can't afford it." Anger looked scared.

Pretend, you continue to pretend, Xuan Hao looked at the old man who was not flat in front of him and was covered in black thread.

"Tell me, your true purpose."

He glared at Angers. This guy wouldn't be so bored. He would definitely be making some tricks on him by making such jokes.

"Ah, I really just want you to help me recruit a student," Angers said.

"Lu Mingfei?" Xuan Hao raised his eyebrows lightly.

"you……"

Anger's face finally changed. He really didn't expect that the man in front of him could guess his purpose and accurately say that name. Could it be that this guy also pays attention to it?

"I can't hide anything from you..." Anger sighed helplessly. Every time he thought he had the upper hand, this man would always slap the back of his head, "I want to ask, do you have anything else to know?"

"Yes, I don't know when I will die."

Xuan Hao stood up and prepared to leave.

"Okay, I've taken this task and I'm very interested in this little guy."

"Oh, by the way," Anger seemed to remember something and called him, "We are going to send an investigation team to China to explore the traces of Baidi City..."

"Yes, I'm in a good mood now, so I'm sure, but don't bother me."

Xuan Hao didn't look back and just waved his hand casually.

Anger smiled again at the corner of his mouth as he looked at his departure, but he couldn't see Xuan Hao laughing, and he smiled disdainfully.

Of course Xuan Hao knew what they were going to investigate, and even the results were known. However, if others like to give away their heads, why did he stop them?

...

The road is clear and dangerous.

For some reason, Lu Mingfei felt a chill behind him and his body couldn't help but tremble.

Isn't spring now? It shouldn't be so cold, Lu Mingfei was a little puzzled.

Yes, it's spring again, but this year is a little different. Lu Mingfei is already in his third year of high school and will be eighteen years old.

Whether it is age or study, this year is a big hurdle. Of course, he doesn't know that his destiny is the same.

What does it feel like to not be expected from memory?

Lu Mingfei himself couldn't say it, but it seemed that he was a slight suffocation feeling with a little anger but powerlessness.

When he was twelve years old, he was sent to his aunt's house six years ago, but to be honest, he couldn't remember what happened before, only knowing that he seemed to have parents, but the figures of his parents in his memory were blurry and ambiguous in his mind, like bubbles, and they would break when they touched.

But from time to time, there would be letters reminding him that he had parents, and his parents seemed to be quite powerful, both of whom were knowledgeable archaeological experts, but why did he not inherit this excellent gene at all?

The letter always says that they are very busy and busy with projects. As for whom the project is, he asks who to go? In short, every letter is nothing more than one content. He can now predict what will be written in the next letter. It is probably 'I'm sorry, my baby Mingfei, my parents are very busy, and things have made new progress recently, and the plan to go home has been postponed again'.

What else can he say? Apart from wishing them a smooth journey and making a great discovery that shocked the world, it seems that he can do nothing.

At first he was quite proud. My parents were archaeologists and he would brag about it to his classmates after school, but when the classmates were all picked up by their parents, leaving him alone to walk home alone, he realized that it was meaningless.

He envied those children who had parents to pick them up, but those children were still envious of him!

"Lu Mingfei's family is so nice to him. He never cares about him and goes wherever he wants."

When he heard these words, he really wanted to slap them to death, but after thinking about it, forget it, classmates have a fight, okay, it's actually just a coward.

But fortunately, I still have a stake in my heart, right? If he hadn't received letters from his parents from time to time, he might have really thought he was popping out of the crack of the stone.

So should he be the unawakened Sun Wukong? To be honest, he did fantasize about his life and being like the Monkey King, but this was when he was dreaming. Over the years, he had already accepted the fact that he was an ordinary person.

From middle school, he already understood that he was an ordinary person, and his grades that were already decent, became average and slightly lower in high school, which made his aunt who had disliked him even worse.

But this is his own problem. He understands that the more pressure he is in his studies, the lazier he is. In addition to playing StarCraft, he just stares at the rooftop on the bed, and in short, he just doesn't care about studying.

He knew that he lacked excellent talents, and his grades had always been a level that was perceived but not outstanding. He could not attract the attention of teachers and probably would not be able to get into any prestigious universities in the future.

As for literature... I just said that he did not inherit his parents' talents, and he didn't even know how to talk to others about the "literary girl" he liked. It's so embarrassing that he is still a director of the literary club. If he had that talent, the first thing he had to do was to write his own story, which would be a "tragic epic".

Musical talent... Well, he is just a silly man with incomplete tone. If he can know the stalk, he has to praise himself for saying "Lu Mingfei, you are so awesome." When he sang with his classmates, he always hides in the corner. It's not because he is cowardly, but because he really can't afford to lose this person. Why do he make things boring for himself?

As for exercise, he felt that his physical strength was pretty good, at least much better than ordinary dead houses. Thanks to his aunt who often asked him to run errands, but it was just pretty good and useless.

Maybe he is better at playing games, and he is quite confident in this. He can even use the red dots to abuse everyone in the friend list. Well, the only one who is willing to play games with him with his friend list is probably "Old Tang". He will let go from time to time.

Thinking of this, Lu Mingfei smiled unconsciously on his face.

He himself had no idea how shocking his talent in games was. He could even be described as a monster. In the e-sports circle, he could reach the top of the world in minutes and stand out in the most heroes. But what's the use? In this era when he was born, playing games was regarded as not doing his job and could never stand up. If he knew the future development of the e-sports circle, would he sigh, "I am really born at the wrong time."

Business mind? Alas, Lu Mingfei sighed and patted his head. Why is he so uneasy? He has thought about his future, perhaps he is to get into an ordinary university, and then after graduation, he can find out if he can find a sales job. He can make a living and live a stable life. This is his ambition.

However, God has closed the door for you, and he still has to block the windows with confidence, and even block the sewer.

He also needs talent when he is a salesman. He is a dead child and lacks the ability to communicate with others. Although he thinks his emotional intelligence is pretty good, at least he hasn't had any conflicts with anyone over the years, and he can barely guess what others think, but he racked his brains and couldn't say anything beautiful. In the end, all the bad words popped up, and saying them will only make both parties feel embarrassed, otherwise he wouldn't be single until now.
Chapter completed!