thefictionvixens Chapter 67 University, if all else fails, I can always learn on my own.
Chapter 67 University, if all else fails, I can always learn on my own.
In the principal's office at Kassel College, Lu Mingfei was having afternoon drinks with Angers across a large desk.
It was supposed to be afternoon tea, but Lu Mingfei is a mobile suit fueled by alcohol, so it ended up being alcohol.
Being invited to afternoon tea by the principal is the highest honor at Kassel College, even more enviable than scholarships.
Take a look at the environment here.
The entire house is like a giant bookshelf, with the first and second floors connected, and a huge skylight in the central atrium covered with frosted glass.
The walls were covered with oil paintings and books, all of which must have been incredibly impressive classics.
In short, it has a very good sense of design and artistry.
It's like a super-enhanced version of a man's secret hideout.
Being invited here by the principal is equivalent to choosing the right option in his mysterious inner world, and you have already entered his heart.
And so you see this special CG of a room filled with his personal style.
—This is how Fen explained to Lu Mingfei the honor of having afternoon tea with the principal.
They're just incredibly awesome.
Of course, this is true for college students.
But for Lu Mingfei, who had spent fifty years navigating the chaos of war, it was a different story.
"You don't seem happy?"
Angers, with a smug grin, sipped his tea while pointing his little finger, then looked at Lu Mingfei's sour face and uttered these words.
"Because you still haven't returned my Crimson Sky, Zhanlu, Tai'a, Qinggang, Longyuan, Hanbing, and Hentian Swords."
Lu Mingfei still gave his newly acquired longsword a name.
Although the Gu Ying sword technique of the double-edged sword is not very useful for single-edged swords, the Ruthless Sword doesn't care about this or that.
Not to mention that Lu Mingfei also has his own self-created Heaven-Hating Sword Technique.
But as soon as he returned, the Hate Heaven Sword was confiscated, and Lu Mingfei almost got into a fight with the equipment department.
Angers pinched the bridge of his nose in utter helplessness and told Lu Mingfei that he wanted to have some wine to relieve his discomfort.
He thought for a moment and then spoke.
"First of all, that is the 'Pride' sword from the Seven Deadly Sins set of alchemical swords made by Dragon King Norton, not your so-called Crimson Sky, Zhanlu, Tai'a, Qinggang, Longyuan, Hanbing, Hentian Sword."
That's why I said he was the principal. I remembered his name immediately after hearing it just once.
Lu Mingfei's Sword of Benevolence and Sword of Righteousness remained unremembered by Caesar and Chu Zihang even after they shattered.
Even though Angers remembered it, Lu Mingfei still had a sour face.
"Even if he was created by Norton, I killed him and now I have the sword. So he has to change his surname to Lu and his name to the one I want."
Very domineering.
Upon hearing this, Angers realized that Lu Mingfei was no longer the high school student he once was; he had become a real university student!
"Alright, alright, arrogance... Your sword has been researched and the equipment department has made a scabbard for it."
Angers placed an exquisite wooden box on the huge desk and pushed it toward Lu Mingfei.
Lu Mingfei didn't say anything about waiting until he got home to open the gift; he just opened it right away.
Angers was pleased with this and continued speaking.
"Given your skill in using dual swords, the equipment department has created a scabbard that can transform into the exact same sword as this one, called the Han Bafang."
Lu Mingfei looked at the long, slender scabbard that gleamed with a black luster.
The sword's original scabbard was lost during the battle with Norton, so having a new one is not bad.
He drew his Hate Heaven Sword, and the bottom edge of the scabbard merged into a handle.
Lu Mingfei pulled it out, and the entire scabbard made a clicking sound, forming an eight-sided Han sword that was exactly the same shape as the Hentian Sword.
It's incredibly cool, completely black with a cold sheen, sharp edges, and entirely made of mechanical structure.
"Oh ho, not bad, then I'll gladly accept it. I didn't expect my Sword of Benevolence and Sword of Righteousness to be revived so quickly."
Angers was a little confused.
"Wasn't it supposed to be called 'Benevolence and Righteousness, Consideration of Men, Dragon and Tiger, Heroic Phoenix, Rebirth of the Phoenix, Seven Stars, Ruthless Twin Swords'?"
"Nickname, nickname, Principal, it's a bit troublesome to call me by such a long name every time. For example, although my name is Lu Mingfei, I chose the courtesy name Zhizhong for myself, so it's fine to call me Zhizhong."
In fact, the name Lu Zhizhong was given to him by Yuan Shu. Mingfei and Zhizhong correspond to each other, which probably means to distinguish right from wrong and maintain the middle way.
However, the way people address him in Twisted Three Kingdoms is rather random. Most of the time, he is addressed by his given name as a sign of respect. Since he has a relatively rare three-character name, few people call him Zhizhong.
Upon hearing this, Angers seemed to suddenly understand, and he clapped his hands.
"Oh! So that's why Chen Motong is also called Nuonuo?"
"Wait, Nono isn't her real name?"
Angers' sudden realization left Lu Mingfei's face clouded with confusion.
Angers was also puzzled.
"You've been here for a semester, and you still don't know that Nuonuo's real name is Chen Motong?"
"How would I know? I've never heard anyone call her Chen Motong!"
Lu Mingfei was a little excited because he had initially thought that Caesar was motivated to betray his own family for the greater good, but it turned out that the two of them were the same in this regard.
Although others didn't know, he felt somewhat embarrassed inside.
Good for Caesar, taking his wife to the battlefield is a true hero.
.............
"Principal, why don't you say something?"
After falling into an awkward situation, Lu Mingfei's tolerance for it was clearly less than Angers', so he was the one who spoke first.
So Angers, looking delighted to finally see Lu Mingfei suffer, handed him a piece of paper.
"GPA 4.0, congratulations, Lu Mingfei. There are very few people in history who have gotten full marks in the internship course at Kassel College. And this is only the first semester. Your future is limitless."
Unfortunately, Lu Mingfei wouldn't be swayed by a single report card from Ququ. His expression was exactly the same as Liu Bei's when he spoke.
"Headmaster, I've taken down both Norton and Constantine. Constantine's contribution is about 50/50, but Norton's contribution is definitely the greatest, so my reward is a perfect score this semester?"
At this point, Lu Mingfei suddenly remembered something.
"Wait, what's a practical course?"
Angers cleverly ignored the first question and answered the second one instead.
"Practical training is just that—practical training. It depends on the situation. If the dragons awaken, we'll slay them; if there are dragon relics, we'll dig them up. It mainly depends on our abilities."
That's what Angers said.
"Of course, with your abilities, you probably won't be able to escape most of your practical courses in the future. But on the bright side, you don't need to worry about your academic grades."
"I just hope that my four years of university won't be spent without attending a single academic class, but instead filled with so-called 'practical classes'."
Lu Mingfei tucked the knife into his waistband and complained.
"No, because the internship course requires writing an internship paper, and you need to research information while writing the paper. Researching information is learning knowledge, so how can it not be considered a general education course?"
Angers walked over, patted Lu Mingfei on the shoulder, and gave him a thumbs up. His smile revealed teeth that gleamed in the sunlight streaming through the skylight.
"I really like an old saying from your area: 'University, university, or at worst, self-study.'"
"What kind of ancient saying is that?"