Two weeks had passed since the one-on-one cold weapon combat class.
Lu Mingfei's morning run mileage successfully doubled, and his cultural classes were temporarily suspended. Every morning, he had to spend three hours in the principal's office to cultivate his control over the uncorroding ribbon.
In the past few days, he had already managed to make the ribbon transform into shield-swords, sleeve-swords, and hand-bound weapons like punch-blades.
Among them, he was particularly satisfied with the punch-blade transformation. The punch-blade's design Inspiration came from the Protoss' common weapon in StarCraft—the Psi-Blade, which made him feel especially good when using it.
The only regret was that punch-blades were better suited for those with strong physical combat skills. Even with his diligent practice during this period, he had only learned the basics.
Every afternoon, he fixed an hour to train the A-ranks in Enyan · Emperor, and then used the remaining time to ask Chu Zihang or Caesar for guidance on physical combat skills. Occasionally, he could also catch the principal.
From time to time, he would also audit Caesar's passionate speeches to improve his rhetoric, making Lu Mingfei's life incredibly fulfilling.
And Fingel, uncharacteristically, did not spread these matters as news.
He only occasionally made an outrageous statement after getting information.
For example, yesterday's: “Junior brother, your physical combat skill level is at least C-rank now.”
Lu Mingfei scoffed after hearing it, but after several sparring sessions with Chu Zihang, he had to admit Fingel had some skill, because Chu Zihang also said his current physical combat skill level was at the average of C-rank students.
However, his performance in physical fitness aspects was still far behind, not even comparable to the worst B-rank, completely inconsistent with an S-rank's positioning.
At first, Lu Mingfei was indignant. After all, he borrowed Lu Mingze's teaching time every night to practice physical combat and enhance his physical fitness, so how could he only be at this level?
But his Rune fundamentals were as poor as his physical combat skills. It could only be said that he was making progress every day, still far from achieving great enlightenment.
At the same time, the Disciplinary Committee's admission notice was also released, and Lu Mingfei honorably became a member of the Disciplinary Committee.
Following Professor Manstein to randomly check for absences in early morning classes every day also had a unique charm.
Then came new highly popular videos on the Night Watcher Forum, edited footage from live broadcasts.
The first was Caesar's last video fighting the principal.
Undoubtedly, it was a video that deserved eleven out of ten points. The hidden attack methods were impossible to guard against. Many people put themselves in the situation, wondering how they would deal with that attack. It was a perfect feint; no one expected the final attack method to be a fist.
The debate raged for hundreds of layers, finally concluding with a life-for-injury trade-off. The Student Union president truly lived up to his name.
The second was Chu Zihang's video fighting the principal.
The most intriguing episode. Everyone didn't understand why the principal suddenly changed his defensive stance and was then seized by Chu Zihang. But the A-ranks all swore it was the most stunning attack, so onlookers could only lament that they hadn't been there to experience that strike firsthand.
The third was Lu Mingfei chanting a Rune to suppress 12 A-ranks.
Everyone was surprised that Lu Mingfei's bloodline was so powerful that it could ignore the effects of the Night Watcher's precepts. At the same time, they never expected that Enyan · Emperor would have such a deterrent effect. The Emperor chants from Rune studies professors during enlightenment never had such an effect.
For a period, universal textbooks containing Enyan · Emperor Dragon Script became sought-after books, but soon, most people who tried the effects outside of school found that they simply didn't have that ability. Let alone creating a deterrent effect on others, even the resonance of their Dragon bloodline during the chant was pitifully small.
The S-rank's reputation soared to the heavens for a time, with daily discussions raging in the forum about what Rune the S-rank had awakened.
“Why don't you tell me what Rune you awakened first, Senior Brother?” Lu Mingfei snatched a chicken leg from Fingel's family bucket.
During his rare free time, Lu Mingfei would lie sprawled on his bed, enjoying the warmth of the large bed.
His cheap senior brother on the top bunk was squatting in front of the computer, enjoying life. It seemed that four years of repeating grades had not given Fingel any sense of urgency, and a fifth year of repeating was already a foregone conclusion.
“Junior brother, aren't you going to Norton Hall to get the bugatti veyron keys?” Fingel stiffly changed the subject. “A good horse deserves a hero. Your current fame, junior brother, is very suitable for driving a good car and taking junior sisters out for a spin. Not to mention the condition of not being able to refuse pursuits for three months, just with your conditions, junior brother, it's absolutely no problem to have beauties lying in your arms.”
“I'm only a freshman, where would I find any junior sisters?” Lu Mingfei pouted. He did want a sweet romance, but he had been busy working non-stop for the past half-month. He wished he could split himself into four parts: the principal's office, the cold weapon training hall, the physical combat classroom, and the Rune fundamental practice space, one part for each.
“No time for romance, I'm afraid. In another half-month, I'll be heading to the dragon-slaying front line. If my luck is bad, I might even have to trouble you, Senior Brother, to collect my corpse,” Lu Mingfei said expressionlessly.
He pitied himself, for he had wanted to join the Disciplinary Committee, relying on Professor Manstein's hands-on approach, to have time to slack off in the club. Now, he was reduced to a point where he didn't have enough time.
“Don't worry, Senior Brother, I will definitely give you a grand burial according to your family's customs. Not to mention nine dragons pulling the coffin, at least I'll get you a four-person coffin bearers,” Fingel said very righteously.
Lu Mingfei, gnawing on a chicken leg, couldn't help but roll his eyes, “Why don't you first explain what's going on with the paparazzi who have been following me recently?”
“You actually found out? Junior brother, you've made great progress!” Fingel was surprised. “But I still have to defend myself. There are actually no one from our news department among that group.”
“Really? Or fake?” Lu Mingfei's tone revealed a hint of disbelief. After less than a month of getting along, did he not understand Fingel?
Master of rhythm, clickbaiter, academy intelligence mole, and so on—there were simply too many nicknames for Director Fingel. His popularity was currently high, and at this time, to say that the news department wasn't paying attention, Lu Mingfei absolutely couldn't believe it.
“Junior brother, heaven help me, everyone knows you're the news hotspot of our academy right now. I racked my brains to persuade my subordinates not to follow you, and I didn't expect you to see me like this,” Fingel took a bite of his chicken leg, showing an expression of being wronged.
“If not the news department, then who?” Lu Mingfei couldn't think of a second possibility.
“Your fan club. I think it's called the Seek Path Society.”
“Wait, wait, wait, wait…” Lu Mingfei was so shocked by the news that he stammered, “You said, my? Fan club?”
“Yes, your, fan club, the Seek Path Society,” Fingel repeated clearly and precisely.
Lu Mingfei felt as if he had been struck by lightning. He never expected this day to come. He used to envy Chu Zihang for having a navigation club. Now that it was happening to him, he couldn't feel happy at all.
“It seems you've been busy strengthening yourself these past few days and haven't paid any attention to the development of public opinion on the forum.” Fingel turned the computer screen towards Lu Mingfei, and with his mouse, he clicked on a post hanging in the middle of the hot list.
“Little Lu is the cutest in the world!”
Lu Mingfei frantically pressed down on the computer screen, unable to look anymore.
