As a price for speaking out, his aunt reprimanded him for ten minutes at the dinner table.

The reason why it was ten minutes was because he felt that his aunt had a certain point.

If you can't get a score for such an essay, you won't be able to get into Harbin Institute of Technology.

In order to complete his retirement plan, he decided to abandon non-fiction.

"I'm done."

Lu Mingfei took the dishes and chopsticks and threw them into the sink.

"He's getting more and more disobedient now."

The aunt who was interrupted in her spell was furious.

"Maybe it's time for rebellion."

Uncle answered.

"Rebellious period? That's because there is a problem with your Lu family's genes, and Lu Mingze has no rebellious period, right? ”

The aunt scolded her uncle, and then stared at Lu Mingze, who was still cooking.

Lu Mingze lowered his head to cook, not daring to look at his mother.

"One or two, it's not worry-free."

The aunt let out a sharp breath from her nose.

Lu Mingfei returned to the room and opened the laptop.

Although the configuration and network speed are not very good, it is still enough to play a single machine.

After a few hours of human and machine fighting, he quickly regained the feeling he once had.

At the same time, Lu Mingfei found that his hand was unexpectedly flexible, and his reaction speed was also amazing.

"If you have this talent, why do you choose to be a scrap?"

Lu Mingfei didn't understand what he had thought.

If the body he crossed had such a talent, he wouldn't have spent so much money to enter the recruit selection.

After finishing the game, Lu Mingfei took his bag and prepared to go to the gym.

Opening the door, my uncle was reading a newspaper in the living room.

"Go ahead, your aunt is playing mahjong."

He nodded his chin.

Lu Mingfei nodded in response and went out with his shoes on.

Fitness, training, classes, playing games, such an unpretentious life passed quickly for two months.

And Lu Mingfei's body has also undergone tremendous changes in the past two months.

"Old Lu, don't you think Lu Mingfei has grown too fast recently."

The aunt looked at Lu Mingfei, who was changing the light bulb, and her tone was rarely a little hesitant.

"It's a lot longer. Ming Fei, have you measured your height and weight? ”

Uncle looked at it, then asked.

“178cm，85kg。”

He blew up his own data.

"Is fitness so useful? Later, you can get one for Narusawa too. ”

The aunt glanced at her cousin, who looked like a gas canister, and her heart was instantly moved.

"I'm not going!"

Lu Mingze screamed and rushed out of the door.

Practicing the piano is tortured enough, and it really kills him if he works out again.

"Fitness can't grow taller, but it will affect growing taller."

Lu Mingfei punctured his aunt's illusions.

"Really? That's it. ”

The aunt immediately gave up.

It's okay to be fat, but if you don't grow taller at 160, it won't be easy to find a partner in the future.

Lu Mingfei changed his clothes, took his sword and prepared to go out.

"Lu Mingfei, what are you doing with this thing?"

Auntie's eyes were like electricity.

"Engrave the inscription."

He replied.

"What inscription is engraved? Your parents' money is not scraped, can you afford to spend it so indiscriminately? And how dangerous it is to dance with a knife and sword, it's okay if you hurt yourself, but you have to pay for medical expenses if you hurt others. ”

Auntie goes into battle mode.

"Boys, when I was a kid, I also liked to play with wooden swords and sticks. Anyway, he didn't start, so let him play. ”

Uncle came over again to play the round.

"Hmph, you just get used to him."

The aunt left angrily.

Maybe she felt the changes in Lu Mingfei, maybe it was because Lu Mingfei had grown up, and her aunt's attitude was much better than before.

Although I passed the aunt's level, the security guard must not be able to pass the level, even if it is unopened.

He put his sword in the guard's room, and another man walked in.

"Chu Zihang?"

Lu Mingfei quickly remembered who this person was.

Chu Zihang nodded, he was not surprised, there were not many people in this school who didn't know him.

Although he himself was not happy, he still occupied the first place in the "Most Popular Person in Shilan High School" for a long time.

Chu Zihang looked at the steel sword in the corner, it was wide and solid, and it was not like an old man who was exercising in the morning.

He wanted to leave with the wooden knife, but an inexplicable feeling prompted him to want to talk more to this person he had never met.

"You also practice swords?"

When he said that, Chu Zihang regretted it a little.

The tone was too blunt, as if he was provocative, and he didn't want to get into trouble.

"It's okay to practice."

Lu Mingfei nodded.

Although it was not enough to affect him, he did feel that inexplicable sense of closeness.

Chu Zihang breathed a sigh of relief, fortunately, the other party didn't know how to speak.

"Did you learn the martial arts swordsmanship?"

He then asked.

"No, it's a warrior's swordsmanship."

Lu Mingfei shook his head.

Over the course of thousands of years, he has learned countless swordsmanship, from mortal to interstellar marine, and even to aliens.

So he didn't know what genre his swordsmanship was, and it could only be summarized as a warrior's swordsmanship.

"Sounds amazing."

Chu Zihang nodded.

He rarely evaluates others, but he does not fail to compliment.

This slightly polite sentence made Lu Mingfei's eyes light up, and he took out the booklet from his coat pocket.

"Randall Cohen, born in Macurag."

"Identity: Veteran of a Company of the Origin Warband"

"Origin: The son of a small workshop owner."

"Once a dream: to become a professor at the University of Macullag after retiring from the army."

"Died against the Thirteenth Dark Crusade."

Randall is a knowledgeable space marine, especially in philosophy and history.

He was a devout believer in the emperor, but at the same time quite rational.

Lu Mingfei admired Randall very much, and gave him a captured iron halo.

Unfortunately, he still died under the wave of the Black Army.

University professors can't be a professor for the time being, and teaching middle school students first can be regarded as completing a small goal.

"Do you want to learn?"

Lu Mingfei closed the booklet and asked.

"What?"

Chu Zihang was a little baffled by his actions.

"Learn my swordsmanship."

He replied.

"It's going to be class soon."

Chu Zihang looked at the time.

"Then after school, I'll wait for you at the school gate."

Lu Mingfei didn't wait for him to refuse, and left the guard room.

"Strange people."

Chu Zihang actually didn't intend to refuse.

He was like a cold sun, everyone was intoxicated by his dazzling light, but no one dared to approach it.

But this person who came to class with a real sword said in a higher position that he would teach him swordsmanship.

"Hopefully he's not posturing."

Chu Zihang put down the wooden knife and smiled inexplicably.

Since the last time she pierced Zhao Menghua's mind, Chen Wenwen has been estranged from him a lot.

But in the same way, Zhao Menghua wanted to talk to her several times, but she was silent.

It can only be said that the idea of young women in literature and art is really elusive.

Zhao Menghua's lungs were about to explode, and the good thing of boiling frogs in warm water was stabbed by Lu Mingfei's second pole.

"Lu Mingfei, what do you say about this?"

He finally couldn't help it, and took two followers to block people in the toilet.

"What's the matter?"

Lu Mingfei asked rhetorically.

"Don't pretend to be garlic, if you don't talk nonsense, will Chen Wenwen ignore me?"

Zhao Menghua roared.

"What do you want to do?"

He asked rhetorically.

"Find a way to let Chen Wenwen ignore me."

Zhao Menghua said.

Lu Mingfei didn't speak, just looked at him and his followers with his eyes.

"Did you think of it?"

Zhao Menghua knocked impatiently on the toilet door.

"I'm wondering how far I can beat you up so that you won't be expelled."

He replied earnestly.

It's a very complex issue, and it involves medicine, school rules, and criminal law.

"Don't think you've been strong lately, there are three of us, and I can call a bunch more."

Zhao Menghua was not intimidated.

It's a monkey version of "Chu Zihang", and the strength of the code people is still there.

It's really not good, and you can also spend money to hire some people in the society.

"Then let's start with the hands."

Lu Mingfei nodded.

As soon as the words fell, he grabbed Zhao Menghua's head and pressed it against the wall.

"What do you want to do? Yes! Yes! ”

Zhao Menghua screamed twice, and his hands fell unnaturally.

"It's just dislocated."

Lu Mingfei put him aside, and then looked at the two attendants.

Xu Yanyan and Xu Miaomiao, twin brothers, the same round and fat, stood there like two inflated basketballs.

"Boss Lu, we were wrong, you have a lot of spare us."

The two brothers surrendered without hesitation.

"Come together, let's go together."

Lu Mingfei shook his head and walked over slowly.

Two minutes later, the three walked out of the toilet with their arms slumped.

He was not afraid of their complaints, and a dislocation was not even a minor injury.

After waiting for ten minutes, Lu Mingfei will reset them.

Of course, they can also refuse, then he will enthusiastically tell the teacher.

Of course, they didn't refuse either.

Ten minutes later, Zhao Menghua and the two brothers found Lu Mingfei and asked for a reset.

In the blink of an eye, he had the arms of the three people back to normal.

A man who has been hacking people in the Warhammer world for thousands of years, Lu Mingfei knows the anatomy of various creatures well.

"I'm not interested in your and Chen Wenwen's affairs, you'd better not challenge my patience."

"By the way, I'll lend me your English notes."

He said to Zhao Menghua.

Zhao Menghua's family hired an American tutor for him, and he learned English quite well.

In fact, it turns out that Lu Mingfei's English is okay, but after thousands of years, he only remembers yes and no.

The official languages of the empire are High Gothic and Low Gothic, and they are related to English in the same way as Ultraman Tiga and Ultraman Guga.

Zhao Menghua reluctantly presented his English notes.

Lu Mingfei has changed too much in the past few months, it's like a different person.

He's seen a movie. There is a murderer in it, but he has been strongly stimulated and his personality has changed.

Yes, Lu Mingfei is not necessarily like this.

It is humanitarian to be tolerant of the mentally ill.

The monkey version of "Chu Zihang" quickly completed self-comfort.

"Chu Zihang's physical condition is very good, if the talent is as good, he can be trained to become a sparring partner."

Lu Mingfei looked directly at the blackboard while wandering outside.

Compared with those war group brothers, Chu Zihang naturally has a little gap

But no matter how bad the sparring partner is, it is better than swinging in the air, and during this time, he has already felt that the level of swordsmanship has declined a lot.

If this continues, a hundred years later, his swordsmanship level may not be as good as the God Emperor Champion.

"Lu Mingfei, you can solve this problem."

The math teacher interrupted his thoughts.

"If the domain y=f(x) of the function defined on R is [m,n], then ......"

This is a math competition problem, and the math teacher took it out to scare them.

He originally wanted to use those top math experts to kill monkeys and make an example, but he could also use Lu Mingfei to open the knife.

With such a conspicuous body shape, he dared to be in a daze, and it was clear that he didn't take his ghost in his eyes.

Lu Ming has nothing to do, this level of topic is just a dessert after dinner.

Translating the problems into Gothic and Imperial mathematical symbols, he wrote down the process of solving the problems fluently.

"It's a brain that hasn't been modified, but it's still easy to use."

Lu Mingfei recognized his brain.

"Lu Mingfei, what did you write?"

The math teacher looked at him with a pained face.

"Hmmm......"

Looking at the misfit characters on the blackboard, he felt a rare hint of embarrassment.

"If you don't know how to do it, don't make trouble, go down."

For the sake of what he wrote, the math teacher didn't scold him.

"There's a long way to go."

Sitting back in his seat, Lu Mingfei, an elder who was out of the times, clenched his fists.