Lu Mingfei stood up and walked to the place where Lu Mingze disappeared. There was a little sadness in his eyes, but then he hid it deep in his eyes.
He knew that even if the mysterious little devil sent him from the future to the present time, the price required would be unimaginable.
And the long-distance meeting time that the little devil said just now is probably part of the price.
He has no time to be sad. Indulging in sadness will not bring any results. It can only make a person trapped in the past and have no hope for the future.
His time only allows him to continue to become stronger and stronger than anyone else, so that he can break the shackles of fate and achieve what he wants to do.
Lu Mingfei looked at the dark train station. It was like a monster hovering in the darkness, stretching out its abyss-like dark mouth to swallow him and others together.
"How can I say that I have no clothes? I share the same robe with you. I repair my sword and spear, and I share the same enemy with you."
Lu Mingfei whispered softly, his blazing golden pupils piercing the darkness like the blazing sun.
If the world regards us all as enemies, then I will become stronger than this world, so that the world can only surrender at my feet.
Little Devil, Eli Yi, Old Tang, Senior Brother, Xia Mi, Nono...
Familiar faces flashed before Lu Mingfei's eyes. This time, he would not let them die.
The ringing of bells and train whistles suddenly came from afar, breaking the deserted night at the train station and interrupting Lu Mingfei's thoughts, causing the two of them to focus on the source of the sound.
A train entered the platform in the dark night, slowing down and slowly stopping at the platform. The bright lights pierced the darkness of the Chicago train station, illuminating the platform as if it were daytime.
"The car is coming, come here quickly, or you won't be able to catch up."
Fingel raised the book in his hand and shook it crazily at Lu Mingfei under the light of the car lights, fearing that Lu Mingfei might not miss it.
Lu Mingfei raised his eyes to look at Fingel and the train, and stretched out his hand to show that he had seen it.
A dark figure appeared at the empty ticket window. He was wearing a somewhat old-fashioned dark green conductor uniform and kept shaking a small golden bell in his hand.
"Jingle Bell..."
The clear sound of the little golden bell echoed in the empty train station, allowing all mixed races who were qualified to get on the train to hear it.
"CC1000 Express, passengers, please prepare to board." The conductor's voice echoed in the hall.
"People are here, wait for us, don't leave in a hurry." Fingel ran towards the ticket gate and shouted at the same time, for fear that the conductor would leave them behind.
Another figure also appeared behind the ticket inspector. He raised his head, revealing a familiar appearance to Lu Mingfei - Professor Guderian.
"Professor Guderian, what happened? This time he came to pick up the students in person."
The conductor chewed gum and looked at Fingel, who was running towards them, and then turned to look at Professor Guderian with some confusion.
After all, Fingel, who had repeated the grade for four years, never looked like he would get lost. After all, this was an old student from Kassel who had repeated the grade for eight years.
And when it comes to who is most familiar with the academy, Fingel is definitely a strong candidate.
"It's to pick up students, but not Fingel. After all, it would be very difficult for Fingel to get lost."
Guderian made a rare remark, and then his eyes extended beyond Fingel in front to look at Lu Mingfei, who was slowly walking towards the wicket in the distance.
"I'm here to pick up Lu Mingfei, my new student this year."
Professor Guderian said with a proud smile on his face.
Seeing the unconcealable proud look on Professor Guderian's face, the conductor's beautiful green eyes looked curiously at Lu Mingfei, who was walking slowly.
As a mixed race, the darkness naturally could not block his sight, and he could clearly see Lu Mingfei who was still in the darkness.
With simple clothes, a slightly thin body, and an unattractive appearance, he does not look like a powerful hybrid.
Finally, there were the eyes. The conductor looked into Lu Mingfei's eyes with a searching look.
Ordinary black eyes, still with the gentleness of ordinary people, his pupils suddenly trembled when he came to a conclusion.
Lu Mingfei's originally dull eyes suddenly seemed like a bottomless undercurrent, trying to drag him into the deepest place.
As if it was said in the Bible, he seemed to be looking up at an unreachable existence, and he couldn't help but lower his head and look away in fear.
His beautiful green eyes flashed with surprise. Although in the mixed-race world, differences in blood would have a suppressive effect, his blood level was not low.
Even if he was facing an A-level bloodline, he wouldn't feel the same fear just now, not to mention that Lu Mingfei didn't turn on the golden eyes at all, just a very dull look.
That casual glance caused fear from DNA to surge into my bones and blood.
Such Lu Mingfei made him couldn't help but think of Chu Zihang, the president of the Lion Heart Club in the academy, and those eternal golden eyes would make him lower his head in fear.
So this could be a super hybrid like Chu Zihang, or a monster even more powerful than Chu Zihang.
In just a short moment, countless thoughts flashed through the conductor's mind, making his evaluation of Lu Mingfei rise to the highest level.
"Lu Mingfei's excellence can be seen with just a casual glance. No matter what he is, he can't stop him. His very existence stands out from the crowd."
Guderian continued to speak proudly, his eyes looking at Lu Mingfei full of satisfaction and pride.
If it were before, the conductor might have felt that Professor Guderian's words were exaggerated, but when he saw Lu Mingfei in person, he realized that Professor Guderian's words might not be able to express Lu Mingfei's excellence.
Fingel ran to the ticket gate at this time. When he saw his teacher, Professor Guderian, he said in surprise, "Professor, you came to pick me up in person. I am so happy. You are simply my second parent." "
As he spoke, he excitedly wanted to rush over and give Professor Guderian a warm bear hug, but was blocked by the conductor standing between them.
The conductor took the ticket from Fingel's hand and explained to Professor Guderian, "Fingel, you are always whimsical. The junior brother behind you is the professor's main target this time."
"But I thought you would drop out of school this year, but I didn't expect to see you here again."
After hearing the conductor's words, Fingel sighed and looked depressed, but it was actually hard to imagine what it would be like for a man as strong as a bear to be depressed.
But Fingel was able to pull it off perfectly.
"Although I have known for a long time, I will still be very sad. Teacher, I used to be your favorite student, although now my class has changed from serf to beast."
Professor Guderian didn't know what expression he should use to look at Fingel in front of him. Of course he knew what kind of character Fingel was after being together for so long.
He was naturally insulated from depression and depression.
"Okay, come here quickly, I'll pick you up by the way."
After Fingel heard this, he ran to Professor Guderian and stayed behind, and asked by the way, "By the way, teacher, should you treat us to a meal this time to pick up our junior brother?" Dust off.”
Professor Guderian chose to ignore Fingel's words.
Lu Mingfei finally walked to the ticket gate. He looked at the familiar Professor Guderian in front of him and smiled, "Professor Guderian, long time no see."
Professor Guderian also showed a sincere smile, "I am looking forward to seeing you again."
He handed his ticket to the conductor, who crossed the ticket through the ticket validation machine. The green light turned on and cheerful music sounded, which confirmed the conductor's suspicion.
Sure enough, Lu Mingfei's class was S-level, and another monster came to the academy this year.
