"Headmaster!"

Manstein angrily walked into the headmaster's room, his head slightly reflected from sweat, and he looked even balder.

"Dear Professor Manstein, what makes you so angry? Could it be that Caesar Gattuso demolished the school building again? ”

Ange sipped his tea and said slowly.

"It's that S-class Lu Mingfei! You should know very well that the Martial Arts Exchange Tournament is what you approved to host. ”

Manstein was very unhappy with his stupid behavior.

"Young people, it's good to be lively. After all, Kassel is a semi-military school, and proper competition is conducive to the growth of students. ”

Ange defended himself.

"It's a pity that your young people can't be lively."

Manstein sneered.

"What's going on? Could it be that the young man is angry? ”

Ange's tone was a little more serious.

"No, they've all been knocked down by your S-class. Hundreds of trainees, all now lying in the infirmary. If the infirmary can't fit it, you can only go back to the dormitory and lie down. A lot of teachers have complained to me that the attendance rate of the classes is at an all-time low! ”

Manstein's mouth was almost on his face.

Ange had to step back a little so as not to get saliva on his face.

"Ming Fei's attack shouldn't be so unmeasured, right?"

He said with some curtle.

"Of course he didn't miss, it was much worse than that. According to the students, Lu Mingfei squeezed every contestant to the limit. Even after the contestant is knocked down, you pull him up and continue to fight on the grounds that you still have room to try. This behavior is simply outrageous! ”

Manstein complained.

Listening to his description, Ange's mind restored the scene at that time, and he inexplicably felt a little funny.

"Headmaster! This time, Lu Mingfei's behavior must be severely punished. The Kassel Academy is not his playground, and the cadets are not his toys. ”

Manstein said solemnly.

"Don't worry, I'll call him over and talk about it."

While reassuring him, Ange dialed Lu Mingfei's phone.

"Ming Fei, what are you doing?"

He said hello.

"I'm training."

Because of the "painful cage", Lu Mingfei's voice was a little deformed.

"Diligence is a good character, but a proper amount of relaxation is also necessary."

Ange persuaded.

Although he was bent on building Lu Mingfei into a dragon-slaying blade, he couldn't make a good knife just by hammering.

"I'll remember. Can I help you? ”

Lu Mingfei asked.

Out of politeness, he did not refute the young man's concern for him.

Although compared to the endless war of the galaxy, he is now relaxing all the time.

"Professor Manstein has some questions about your behavior in the Martial Arts Exchange, and I hope you can clear his mind about it."

Ange pondered his words.

"Ten minutes."

Lu Mingfei hung up the phone.

He looked at Caesar in front of him, whose blonde hair was soaked in sweat and stuck to his scalp without a figure.

But Caesar didn't care about it, sweat is the best decoration for men.

This is the seventeenth time he has challenged Lu Mingfei in a week, and his record is naturally a complete defeat.

The man in front of him was like a reef, he didn't look flexible, and his body was full of flaws, but it was only the waves that shattered when he hit it.

Caesar was not incapable of accepting defeat, but he would never accept defeat.

He will continue to draw strength from this powerful opponent and become a true king.

"Ten minutes, and one more time."

Even though his body was aching, Caesar's back was straight.

"You've reached your limit, Caesar."

Lu Mingfei shook his head and reached out to tap on his chest.

The subtle force disrupted Caesar's balance, and he involuntarily took a few steps back before sitting down on the carpet.

Next to him, Joseph was closing his eyes and recuperating.

Hearing the movement, he opened his eyes.

"You're one less than me."

The grizzly bear from Siberia said lightly.

"But you lasted less than I did."

Caesar sneered.

Joseph's swordsmanship is a standard pig spurt, winning as fast as losing.

And in the wide hall of the Norton Pavilion, the Student Council and the Lionhearts were lying on the ground.

Hearing their bickering, everyone cast admiring glances.

The president is the president, and they all have the strength to taunt each other.

Several men in white coats shuttled back and forth through the hall, grabbing a student from time to time and pressing and pinching.

This was found through Professor Guderian's connections, and they were all Chinese Americans who had been displaced to the United States in the late Qing Dynasty.

Tuina family, and they are all half-bloods, although the bloodline rating is very low.

Of course, the fees are quite high.

However, Lu Mingfei still spent this money generously.

Regular massage can effectively promote the recovery of the body and relieve muscle fatigue, and he still loves the training equipment very much.

After all, I don't know how long they'll be able to hold out and run out of apps before they crash.

Ten minutes later, Lu Mingfei rang the bell of the principal's office.

"Please come in."

He waited until Ange called before pushing the door in.

In all fairness, Ange was good to him, so he would respect the young man's authority unless necessary.

"Rector, Professor Manstein."

Lu Mingfei nodded towards the two of them.

"Uh, Mingfei, what are you dressed up in?"

Ange was stunned.

On such a hot day, wouldn't you get heat stroke if you dressed like this?

"This is a torture instrument, and it looks like it was modified by the Equipment Department."

Lu Mingfei couldn't remember how many times he had explained the problem.

Next time, you must strictly prohibit those equipment guys from playing freely with their appearance.

"Torture instruments? Did you commit anything wrong? ”

Ange asked with concern.

Caring for the mental health of students is also an important part of the principal's work.

"This is both a torture instrument and an auxiliary training equipment."

Lu Mingfei shook his head and said.

"What is its effect?"

Ange asked.

"Limiting power and creating pain."

He replied.

"Can you let me try?"

Ange's curiosity arose.

"If you insist."

Lu Mingfei took off the "Pain Cage" and then helped Ange put it on.

The moment the function was activated, a look of pain flashed across Ange's face.

"It's a pretty hard effect."

He tried to move twice, but the increased pain caused beads of sweat to appear on Ange's forehead.

The golden light skyrocketed, and Ange subconsciously opened the golden pupils.

But he didn't stop, but insisted on walking around the office.

When Lu Mingfei helped him take off his holster, Ange's whole body was already as if he had just finished a sauna.

"That's what you're wearing to compete with them?"

Ange asked, gasping for air.

"That's right."

He nodded.

"Professor Manstein, I want you to take back your previous evaluation, Lu Mingfei never treated the students as toys, he competed with them with the greatest sincerity."

Ange said to Manstein.

Manstein did not answer immediately, but said to Lu Mingfei.

"Let me try too."

Lu Ming had nothing to do, and he also put on a "painful cage" for him.

A minute later, Manstein sat down in his chair, his eyes white.

"I think Professor Manstein has received your answer."

Ange said with a hint of teasing.

(End of chapter)