radicalducati Chapter 42 I was just kidding, I can't ride a motorcycle at all.
Chapter 42 I was just kidding, I can't ride a motorcycle at all.
"I don't understand why people who ride motorcycles in and cause a disturbance are considered to be a dragon invasion? I thought it was some kind of school fight, and the principal would be holding up a flaming cup and making us throw our names in or something."
"It seems you really like Harry Potter."
Seeing that the entire Anbo Pavilion was completely empty, Caesar responded to Lu Mingfei's constant taunts, leaving Lu Mingfei flattered.
"I thought someone as important as you wouldn't read literature like Harry Potter, but rather things like The Count of Monte Cristo, Hamlet, and Macbeth."
"Don't treat me like someone special. I had a childhood too... As for what you're talking about... I've read and explored them all... By the way, are you planning to just stand here or go join the battle?"
Although Norma had just said that the new students should go back and stay, in Caesar's eyes, Lu Mingfei did not have this option.
After all, Lu Mingfei is a genius, an S-class, and the most impressive elite among all the boastful people in his speech. Putting aside everything else, Lu Mingfei's attire is like that of a special character with an independent model in a game.
Would someone like that cower in their dorm room when facing a battle?
Caesar did not believe it.
Lu Mingfei shrugged. It's just a fight. How powerful can a dragon invasion riding an old motorcycle be? It's not like they flew in with wings. Riding a motorcycle would just lower your status.
So Caesar smiled and extended his hand to him.
"Come on, let me take you to try out the motorcycle I gave you."
"Wow, going to fight them on a motorcycle? That's so cool! I'll go tell Findog."
Lu Mingfei completely forgot that he had just been thinking about how riding a motorcycle would lower his status, and his expression changed very quickly.
However, Fingel was too fast. Just as Lu Mingfei was about to go look for him, the man had already vanished without a trace.
All that remained was Lu Mingfei's phone on the table. Lu Mingfei jumped down from the second floor and saw that Guderian had called him.
He answered the phone and heard the old professor speaking to him urgently in a low voice.
"Mingfei! They're going to steal from the ice cellar. Valhalla and the church are the most likely targets. You choose one! I believe in you! After you win, I'll take Professor Manstein with me to steal some wine for you!"
Then Lu Mingfei heard Manstein's agitated voice on the other end of the phone, and then the call was disconnected, leaving him feeling confused.
"No, does the professor think he can control me with alcohol...? How can he be so accurate at judging people?"
After muttering something to himself, Lu Mingfei followed Caesar to the other party's parking lot. Caesar lifted two tarpaulins, one of which was a sports car and the other a motorcycle.
"They're all yours, which one do you want to drive?"
"Of course! It's definitely this one!"
Caesar immediately jumped onto the motorcycle with great enthusiasm, and then he saw Lu Mingfei turn the incredibly cool motorcycle handlebars and immediately shift into gear!
"Boom—Bang!!!"
..........
Lu Mingfei looked at Caesar with a disheveled expression, while Caesar gave Lu Mingfei a look that seemed to say, "Were you doing this on purpose?"
This person just twisted the throttle of the motorcycle like an idiot, completely disregarding the fact that he doesn't know how to ride a motorcycle at all, and sped off, veering wildly in all directions, showing no signs of being a skilled rider.
Lu Mingfei even went so far as to idiotically pull on the front of the car in the same way he would stop a horse.
The result was that the car's front end bounced up and down wildly, like an acrobatic act.
Ultimately, he crashed into the wall while accelerating, and Lu Mingfei was sent flying in a very anime-like manner.
Fortunately, before Caesar could exclaim that he was alright, he patted his sleeves and returned unharmed, looking extremely embarrassed.
"Well, I think it's safer to walk. You drive first, it's okay, I'm pretty fast at running... By the way, how much does this car cost? Can I afford to pay for it?"
"It's already your car, so you don't need to pay for it, but the repair costs might be outrageous... Get in."
It was definitely not appropriate to let someone walk while he rode a motorcycle; that would be too un-aristocratic. After hesitating for a moment, Caesar got into the Bugatti Veyron, and Lu Mingfei awkwardly got into the car as well.
As the co-pilot, Caesar remained skeptical of Lu Mingfei's driving skills.
The car headlights illuminated the road surface white, and the two people inside remained silent.
At their destination, Valhalla, the shadowy figures who had just stormed into the campus huddled close to the walls.
Although they looked arrogant rushing in, they ended up looking quite pathetic.
But they still put on a show.
The captain in the shadows was anxiously considering how to proceed when she received a phone call.
"Hey! What do we do now?!"
The voice on the other end of the phone sounded completely in control, though it seemed like he was chewing potato chips.
"You won't have to wait too long, Mai. The campus is under the control of the Night Watchers' rules, and no one is allowed to use them. But that's not the point. The boss just got a new mission, targeting you."
The captain's eyebrows seemed to be furrowed together. They were standing in the gap between two buildings, relying on a kind of bone-shrinking technique to deflate their ribs, so not many people could spot them.
Then, at this suffocating moment, your boss suddenly tells you that you have a new task?
The captain spoke through gritted teeth.
"What mission?"
"Don't get so angry. The boss wants you to test your mettle when you're released from discipline. Just do a good job of that."
Her brows relaxed, and the captain suddenly seemed much more at ease. It turned out that she had been given a simple task: fighting, which was something she excelled at.
"Did the boss give any additional instructions, such as not hurting the cute little white rabbits?"
There was a long silence on the other end of the phone, and then a sentence came through.
"There are indeed additional instructions, but the content is... you can escape midway, and you can decide the timing yourself."
Then the call was disconnected.
In the attic of the church bell tower, a potato-like man dressed like a cowboy was lounging on the sofa, watching noon on TV, with a beer in his hand.
Suddenly, the phone rang. It was the principal calling. This potato cowboy was the vice principal, in charge of the "rules" of the entire campus.
Within the rules, no one is allowed to use the power of words; the ability that the hybrid stole from the dragons is nothing short of miraculous.
Potato Cowboy received two phone calls in a short period of time, one asking him to lift the rules, and the other also asking him to lift the rules.
One came from the principal, the other from the son of a potato cowboy, Manstein.
The old cowboy was a playboy in his youth, and that's how Manstein came to be.
Unlike some children who come into the world with love and anticipation, Manstein was a byproduct of a lack of safety awareness and anti-abortion laws.
His mother raised him alone, shielding him from prejudice and criticism, until Manstein came to the school because of his dragon lineage.
Looking at Manstein, the cowboy laughed and said, "You might be my son."
And it turned out to be true; the cowboy, suddenly becoming a father, was at a loss, and Manstein didn't know whether to hate or what to do.
But the old cowboy still wanted to give the child an early birthday present, so everyone on campus except Lu Mingfei was in an uproar.
Because they could clearly feel it, their long-suppressed spirits had been revived.