And on the forum of Kassel Academy, there was an explosion around a certain S-class freshman.

"! The S-class freshman is actually a dumb species! ”

"Fuck, the dealer is making a lot of money!"

"Why can't the S-class awaken the spirit of words? Forget about the A-level Chen Motong, the S-level Lu Mingfei can't awaken the spirit of speech, damn it, my living expenses for a year! ”

"Obviously, when the bloodline is awakened above level C, there will basically be a spirit of words, these few sessions are really strange, fuck, accompany me for three months' salary!" An ID named Night's Watch appears on the forums in Kassel.

"Catch the Vice Principal in the front row!"

"He's too fat for a Poke Ball to fit in."

"Do you want to go through my class anymore?" The Night's Watch sends out a naked threatening message.

"Phew! The forums of the Kassel Academy are absolutely anonymous, and only they have exposed their own idiots, and they have not been picked up! ”

"Oh, Fingal, I don't know about you yet!"

"Who are you scolding? I'm not Fingal's, I'm the student council's Ikiki. ”

"I remember you! Wait and see! The night watchman said a cruel word, and the avatar turned gray and went offline.

After everyone teased the vice principal, they began to talk nonsense again.

"Wait, the dealer didn't make any money, it seems that he has to lose a few hundred dollars?!" A man said suddenly.

"What's going on, there are really people pressing that option of 'Lu Ming can not produce spiritual vision, but cannot awaken the spirit of speech'?"

"This luck is too good, 100,000 US dollars, 500,000 at once!"

"Can you check his ID?"

"It seems to be called...... Dragon Supreme. ”

……

Inside the Norton Pavilion.

Qin Mengxi, a black and beautiful short-haired young woman, sat at one end of the sofa, looked at Lu Mingfei, who was sitting at the other end and operated the notebook, and poured out the problems in her stomach:

"How did you multiply the scholarship by 500,000 all at once? It's not good to gamble, and most importantly, how do you know that you can't awaken the Spirit? ”

Lu Mingfei put the notebook on the coffee table, lay back on the sofa, and said lazily: "Who let them bet on me and teach the dealer a little lesson, as for why I didn't awaken the spirit of speech......"

He spread his hands: "Look at me, where do I look like a dangerous-sounding half-breed?" ”

Qin Mengxi looked at Lu Mingfei, who was wearing blue cotton pajamas, and the easy-going atmosphere of his life was like ...... Like the male lion basking in the sun on the grassland, although it is also majestic and inward, it is still different from the paranoia and agitation in the bones of the dragon half-breed.

"It's not quite like it, you're like a ...... Ordinary people alike. ”

Lu Mingfei smiled after hearing this, narrowed his eyes and yawned:

"I got up at five o'clock to do this, and I had to go and sleep a little longer, and remember to call me to class later.

By the way, the money collected in that forum handicap will be handed over to you, no problem. ”

Qin Mengxin nodded.

……

"Holy shit, what's going on?" Fingal curled up on the couch in the activity room of Dorm One, exploding foul.

More than a dozen students stood around him, their expressions serious, staring at the screen.

"It's not that I don't have any mistakes in this operation idea! I first guided Lu Mingfei's strength through public opinion, so that everyone subconsciously thought that this freshman was very strong and had great potential, and then quickly opened a bet on his performance in the 6E exam. Fingal scratched his hair, his face pale.

A mathematician-like boy said: "However, what I didn't expect was that when the market was about to be closed, someone suddenly placed a bet and chose the most unlikely option. ”

"No way!" Fingal shouted: "Actually, at that exchange rate, it's completely different from what the forum said, and we have to lose tens of thousands!" ”

A boy from the Ministry of Information shook his head: "It's not us, it's you!" You have to pay tens of thousands, and it has nothing to do with us. ”

"It's heartless, isn't it?" Fingal was dumbfounded when he heard this.

The mathematician-like boy pushed his gold-rimmed glasses: "We said that we would come over to help, and if we made money, we could divide it equally, but we didn't say that the loss would be borne together." ”

"No, I'm only a few cents up and down, and I'm counting on this to turn over," Fingal slumped on the couch and muttered, "It's over, it's all over!" ”

But then he rolled over, sat up, and said viciously, "Log in to my admin ID, I want to find out who he is!" ”

A minute later, Fingal looked at the notebook in a daze, the screen was clearly displayed, showing the ID of the annotator, using his real name, frank, as if he didn't care about any cover-up, and the three big characters on it stimulated Fingal's heart fiercely:

"Lu Mingfei."

Fingal broke out in a cold sweat: "What the is this, this and this, a paranormal event?" If he had placed the bet himself, how would he know that he would not awaken the spirit of words? ”

There was a knock at the door, and Fingal and the others shrank in fright:

"Who!?"

A clear female voice came from outside the door: "Hello, I'm here to collect money for Lu Mingfei, can you open the door and chat?" ”

Fingal opened the door and sat down on the ground, wailing and crying.

"Help! I'm going to die, how can I get out of the extra tens of thousands of dollars? ”

Qin Mengxin said expressionlessly, "How much?" ”

The mathematician-like boy hurriedly said, "36,500 dollars." ”

Qin Mengxi scolded in his heart, he deserved it, looked at Fingal who was pretending to cry and sell miserably on the ground, thinking that this kind of person would probably not be able to pay him back.

"Forget it," Qin Mengxian thought for a while and said aloud: "You can do things for Lu Mingfei to pay off this part of the debt, are you willing?" ”

"Good! Good! Good! Fingal, who was sitting on the ground, instantly got up: "You are simply the Ninth Great Good Man, a Living Bodhisattva!" ”

Qin Mengxi twitched the corners of his mouth, where did this school learn Chinese, how could he even know this kind of thing.

"Okay, inject the rest of the funds into Ming Fei's account," she instructed, "Let's talk about the rest later." ”

After a pause, Fingal tearfully watched as all the money that was supposed to be his own flew away.

He screamed miserably to stop Qin Mengxi, who was about to leave, swallowed his saliva, and asked:

"Do you want to help Lu always do things, including room and board?"

"Yes."

Like a parable from heaven, Fingal was touched, and at this moment he was sublimated.

"I've been Lu Mingfei's person all my life." Fingal swore a solemn oath as if the most devout of a believer were offering a gift to the gods.

Qin Mengxi, who was standing at the door, looked at this living treasure and already regretted it a little.

"Did I make a mistake in this matter?"

She thought to herself.