Dragon 2: Pupil of the Mourner

This sudden text message was just like the time when Chen Wenwen invited him to join the literary club, serendipitous, casual, and joyful. It was also a summer day, with cicadas chirping playfully, the sunlight outside the house burning, and the shadows of the eaves falling on the ground like knives, he was leaning on the windowsill, bored, and Chen Wenwen was wearing a blue and white cloth skirt and sandals with a light heel, walking lightly like she was slightly tiptoeing through the night to pass in front of him.

　　"Are you Lu Mingfei? Do you like to read books?" Chen Wenwen suddenly stopped.

　　Lu Mingfei looked up in surprise, Chen Wenwen's pupils were like water, slightly rippling and reflecting the sunlight.

　　"What a loser." Lu Mingfei muttered. Now Chen Wenwen has boyfriends, at first, which also made him full of depression ...... can remember that moment of raising his eyes, or swirling up.

　　"Good." He replied.

　　"Ming Fei, you haven't left yet?" The aunt crashed in headlong.

　　"This will go this will go!" Lu Mingfei jerked upright in fear.

　　"It's good that you haven't left yet." The aunt shook something in her hand, a cracked toilet seat, "The toilet seat is cracked for your uncle, go to the building materials city and buy me a new one, a beech wood one, a higher grade one. Your uncle and I will take Naritsugu out to buy a suit to wear at the graduation ceremony! Don't waste time, buy the toilet seat and ask the property owner to install it, we'll be back at 4:30 pm, steam the sausages and pick the green onions, and cut me some radishes for soup!"

　　The aunt put down the order to turn head and go, outside the door "bang" put on, a few minutes later downstairs uncle that small BMW engine sound far away.

　　Lu Mingfei had a bit of a headache, this birthday is busy, a literature club party, and aunt's many tasks, and tonight is to celebrate Lu Mingze to study in the United States family dinner.

　　Eleven time zones apart, Illinois, USA, Cassell College headquarters.

　　Late at night, the central control room on the second floor of the library is lit up. Manstein stood in front of a giant 3D projection, a 5-meter-high virtual Earth hovering in front of him, which would quickly turn to the position he wanted to see as he gently waved his hand. The feeling is that God is manipulating his creation, people have the pleasure of wielding, power in the hands of joy. If politicians know that there is such an advanced projection system in the world, they will compete to buy it to satisfy their desire to point the finger at Hitler, Hitler, Genghis Khan, Genghis Khan, like the gentleman in "From the Bacchus Garden to the House of Three Flavors", "Iron Ruyi, commanding the suave, a all surprised it; gold malicious, upside down dripping Welp, a thousand glasses not drunk ho ......"

　　But Manstein did not enjoy it at all, Manstein wanted to die.

　　On the surface of the blue "Earth" at the same time seven or eight red light flashes, the sound of alarms. The entire central control room was filled with the clatter of high-speed keyboard tapping, the hiss of the printer, the mechanical cipher machine to translate the secret message of the click, and the pressure of his head to explode. It was the same atmosphere in this control room day and night, and tonight it was Manstein's turn to be the unlucky professor on duty.

　　As many as seventy specialists and interns were working here, each of them facing several terminals at the same time. The secretary of the Academy, or rather the super-machine called "Norma", grabs all the information related to the Academy from all over the world and eventually has to be analyzed and decided by human beings, the central control room is the think tank of the Academy.

　　"In the cabin of the plane, we found very valuable alchemical equipment from Egypt, dating back to 700 B.C.! At the moment they have full control of the situation," an intelligence officer hissed with his head in his headset, "but they shot down the plane ...... they are making a forced landing and requesting rescue from headquarters!"

　　"Here is the financial reimbursement form, please sign it, our commissioner in Greece is waiting for the funds to be credited!" The secretary ran to Manstein on high heels and handed over a bill.

　　"Seventy thousand dollars?" Manstein's eyes were bigger than brass bells, "They have to write an official report to me for such a high amount!"

　　"It's too late. ...... They're dealing with the mob."

　　"We're colleges! Are educators! What are we dealing with the mob?" Manstein burst out in anger.