"A freshman who won eight of the top ten headlines of the day in one day really couldn't have imagined it before." "He defeated Caesar and Chu Zihang!" "Wouldn't that be fun?" Such a person is not in the top 10 headlines, who is in the top 10 headlines?" Has anyone posted all the links to all eight Lu Mingfei news?" Astound! "S" class student Lu Mingfei is suspected of being the boyfriend of the red-haired witch Chen Motong!" To whom does the crown of a day of freedom ultimately belong? Who killed Caesar and then killed Chu Zihang?" For a lavish dinner, Lu Mingfei ordered a 497 US knife dinner late at night, including foie gras and caviar!" The corridor outside dormitory 303 in District 1 is full of people!'" Lu Mingfei's collection of selfie photos! Pay a dollar to watch! "Who is better than Lu Mingfei and the former "S" students? Judge from above! "Looking at this resume comparison, Lu Mingfei's first eighteen years are simply mediocre!" At least now he has a $100,000 credit line. ”……

Professor Manstein, who was dressed in pajamas, shook his head and closed the discussion board page of the Kassel Academy's campus network forum, tonight was probably a sleepless night, the number of people online rushed to a new peak, and the students of the entire academy and even those professors who wore vests were talking about the student named Lu Mingfei. Will a new "S" Class bring hope, danger, or simply a laughing stock?

Professor Manstein was also a little confused, the pure-blood's guess was not reliable, he just instinctively felt wary of Lu Mingfei, who took Caesar and Chu Zihang alone.

He turned off the lights, sat alone in the dark for a while, turned on his phone and connected, "Father." "Professor Manstein can't see it, but the discussion area continues to refresh at a high speed, and the messages keep moving." Maybe tomorrow he will suffer in the 3E exam, I don't think his life resume in the first 18 years is not good, maybe Norma misjudged his rank. "Someone left a message." Wrongly convicting an "S" student? Unlikely. ”

"As long as it is a machine, there will always be miscalculations, maybe he was just lucky and won Chu Zihang and Caesar."

"The biggest specialty is StarCraft! What's the funny specialty?" Hi! It's better to open the market, who bets on what Lu Mingfei's final rating will be after passing the 3E exam tomorrow?" Fingal with the administrator's logo left a message, his appearance brought a new round of craze, this waste wood brother who could not graduate for eight years is a popular figure in the Kassel Academy campus network forum, and can always get some valuable news.

"I don't think he's going to be relegated anymore and I'm off to a good start. Under 100 yuan, bet that he will not be relegated!" While Fingal said this, the theme of the polling area had already been opened.

"Fingal, are you going to bet all your chances of paying off your credit card debt of thousands of dollars on your good roommate?" Someone replied and mocked.

The pool of funds on the "No" side is soaring rapidly, soon exceeding $20,000, while the "Yes" side is still only Fingal's $100, and in just one night, everything after Lu Mingfei arrived in the United States has been excavated, no matter how you analyze his first eighteen years, he was a waste. It is by no means like the legendary genius "S" class student with incomparably pure blood and infinite potential.

"You can't play like this, you can only win my 100 yuan, and now the bet that Lu Ming will not be relegated after passing the exam is 1 to 130."

"I bet 500 yuan, Lu Mingfei will not be relegated." Leave a message with the ID name "Murayu".

The discussion area was silent for a moment, that was Chu Zihang's forum ID, and he rarely appeared in the discussion area, this usually taciturn Chinese student, the leader of the Lionheart Club, and a rare "A" level student didn't like chattering discussions, and he actually pressed 500 yuan to bet that Lu Mingfei would not be demoted.

Chu Zihang sat up straight, his eyes glued to the screen, showing that after the bet was successful, he collapsed on the computer chair tiredly.

The cracked tiger's mouth was still aching, he pressed his eyebrows, and recalled the details of today's battle with Lu Mingfei, it was by no means lucky, Lu Mingfei was just overpowering him and Caesar with strength.

There is also a strange familiarity with him, this "S" level junior disciple seems to be wrapped in a fog all over his body, which is incomprehensible, and the more you want to know more about it, the more you will fall into this bottomless pit.

"I'll press 5,000 yuan." Someone with the ID name "Dick Pusho" left a message.

"It's Caesar!" Someone left a message exclaiming.

"Bet Lu Ming Fei will not be relegated." Caesar finished speaking and went offline, leaving another discussion board that was frozen for the time being.

Caesar stood in front of a floor-to-ceiling window, slowly shaking half a glass of crimson cognac in his hand.

On the huge projection screen behind him, the pool of funds was still slowly rising. He logged out of his "Dick Pusho" ID and logged in with his "Sonic" ID, a humble ID that shrank silently in the corner of the online list.

"Is it the same as Chu Zihang......" Caesar took a sip of his wine glass, feeling the bitter liquid explode on his taste buds, "It's a pity, I still want to compete with him, we surprisingly have the same opinion on the issue of Lu Mingfei." ”

If there is such a thing as an old enemy in the world, then Caesar and Chu Zihang must be, in the memories of the students, the two of them have never agreed on any thing.

But today there is finally one, oh no, it is two, after "Freedom Day" was magically single-handedly destroyed by that freshman, the leaders of the "Student Council" and the "Lionheart" both announced their approval of the result, and there was speculation about the results of Lu Mingfei's 3E exam, and both of them thought that Lu Mingfei's "S" class was well deserved.

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Zone 1 dormitory activity hall.

"Three more minutes to seal! If you have not yet placed a bet, please place your bet immediately, all bets must be credited to my account before the 3E exam tomorrow, and I will manage it on my behalf, otherwise it will be deemed invalid. Fingal curled up on the couch, shaking his head in his laptop, fingers bouncing on the keyboard.

"Don't run away tomorrow, right?" Someone taunted below.

"How is that possible? I, Fingal, have been working hard for eight years, and I have been serving my brothers as cattle and horses, and I can't do such an immoral thing as running away with a bucket! Fingal said as he threw another 500 dollars into "YES."

"Fengou, where did you get so much money? I can't borrow it from the Department of Public Information again. Someone asked curiously in reply.

"If you lose, your debt is a notch...... If it's a black usury, you'll probably be hacked to death, right?" Another person gloated and left a message.

"It's okay, borrow it." Fingal shrugged his shoulders and typed back, "Cassel is an institution of higher learning, and they are all literate people, and I believe that the brothers will not use knives and guns casually." ”

Fingal was surrounded by a group of students, more than a dozen pairs of eyes fixed on the narrow laptop screen, his old creditors gritted their teeth and reopened their pockets to lend him money in order to be paid off for their old debts, and Fingal the defeated dog looked like the old seafaring profiteers in Sinbad's fantasy tale.

"Good! Fundraising is complete! The total amount is 12,500 yuan!" Fingal jumped onto the table and raised his index finger to the sky, "How much time is left?" To suddenly inject funds before the end of the day, you can't tell that we are operating in a black box!"

"Countdown to 34 seconds! I've synced to system time!" The elite members of the campus trading gang opened the countdown software on their laptops and gave the answer with the rigor of scientists.

"Three to four seconds in advance, the handicap is locked, and the last few seconds should be the time when the funds are most concentrated, and the network may be a little stuck." Someone reminded.

"Is your ID already logged in?"

"I'm using "JinHeZai" and I'm already logged in."

"The amount of money that bets on Lu Mingfei to be relegated has accelerated...... 70,000 yuan was broken...... In addition to Caesar and Chu Zihang, the bet that he can pass has added another 2,000 yuan, and some people want to speculate. ”

"It's okay, don't worry, after our 12,500 yuan is in, we are the dealer! We'll win 80% of the money!" Fingal said with a strong sense of encouragement.

"10,9,8,7,6,5,4," the countdown said, licking his slightly dry lips, "Inject money!"

"It worked! Seal!" Fingal jumped up and waved his hands when he saw the window of "Injection Success" pop out, his messy hair fluttering in the air, making his head look like a dandelion about to fly away.

"Bet that the amount he can't pass exceeds 100,000 yuan! The biggest trader in the history of the Kassel Betting Club! Let's ......" The eldest brother of the loan shark gang was infected by Fingal, and he also clenched his fists and shouted, but he was suddenly stunned.

The people watching the screen fell silent, and Fingal, who was bouncing around, felt the strange silence in the lounge.

"What's wrong?" He asked, turning his head.

"The amount of money bet on Lu Mingfei is...... 40,000 yuan, and in the last second, someone raised 20,000 yuan......" someone said with a trembling voice.

"Who's stirring things up? Who also has inside information? Want to snatch food from my poor dog's mouth? Fingal was furious, "Log in to my admin ID and find out who this is!"

A minute later, Fingal froze in front of his notebook, and the screen clearly displayed the ID of the annotator, using his real name, and he was frank and undisguised - Gerd Rudolf Manstein. There is also a title at the end: "Professor".

"Is the chairman of the Discipline Committee also gone...... Isn't he the master of cheating?" Fingal felt a cold sweat break out on the top of his head, "This time I really hit the iron plate,"

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Professor Residence, Manstein's home.

"That's it, father." Professor Manstein said into the phone.

"That's right, son, you're going to make a lot of money!" On the other end of the line was a greasy old man's voice.

"I still don't quite understand...... Whether it's you, father, or Principal Ange, why do you value Lu Mingfei so much. Professor Manstein asked, confused.

"Oh, this is not for your son, you should worry about, I can only tell you one thing, Lu Mingfei is the person we have chosen, and one day he will shine on the stage of dragon slaying." The man was babbling, and there was a faint soundtrack of an old western movie.

"Are you watching Westerns again......" Manstein asked, somewhat helplessly.

"The charm of the West! Son, it's a pity that you haven't experienced that era, I want to ...... your father back then."

"Okay, okay, I'm ready to go to bed, about Lu Mingfei, I will still pay attention to him." Professor Manstein interrupted the man's recollection.

He pinched his phone and hesitated for a moment, then said, "Good night, Dad." ”

"Good son," the man's voice sounded a little surprised and a little twisted, "Daddy loves you." ”

Professor Manstein closed his phone and smiled faintly.

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Dormitory 303 in District 1.

Lu Mingfei was lying on the bed holding his mobile phone, his fingers rising and falling.

"What are you doing?" There is a message in the editing dialog box that says "Nono".

Lu Mingfei hovered his fingertips on the send button and thought about it, but deleted these three words.

"I miss you a little."

Lu Mingfei deleted the message again, shook his head vigorously, it was so oily, he felt disgusting himself.

"Sleep well and good night."

After thinking about it, it ended with such a sentence, the text message flew out, the whole dormitory was black, Fingal didn't know where to run again, only the N96 screen flashed faintly fluorescent.

He closed his phone, sat up with his knees folded, and whispered to himself, "Nono, I really miss you a little." ”

"I'm annoyed!" Lu Mingfei lightly clasped his chest, got up and opened the window and shouted, his voice echoing in the empty campus with the night wind.

Lu Mingfei didn't know who he was shouting at, and he always felt very distressed inexplicably after being reborn, as if something was missing in his heart, making him want to say something out loud.

Actually, actually...... I didn't miss her very much, but in the middle of the night I suddenly remembered that a long, long time ago, when he felt cornered, the door to the unknown road opened in front of him, and the girl who looked like a princess and a witch wore a skirt and stepped on high heels, and walked up to him, and put all the unbearable things in order.

After all, what decrepit boy can refuse such a girl. When you were about to cry out of grief, she pushed open the door like an angel.

Under the lights of the cinema, her hair is a bright burgundy color, shining on your face, as if she wants to fill your whole world with that red with her overly dazzling outline.

In front of everyone's eyes, she took your hand and said, there is no time, let's go quickly.

Then she turned away, graceful and haughty, eh, I'm sorry, fellow students, he must go with us soon, and there is a great business waiting for us to complete.

So you go, follow the red-haired witch to the end of the world, you have heard that Cao Cao has a good horse called "Jueying", so fast that even the shadow can't catch up with it, and then drove the world's fastest production sports car Bugatti Veyron, which accelerates to 100 kilometers in only 2.5 seconds, but you still miss the fiery red Ferrari, because it can run through time and can also run through the fate that has long been predestined.

This time, he was in front of her, but could he do it?