Dragon Clan: Fujimaru-san is saving the world

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[Citizens please note that the weather is cloudy today and heavy rain may occur at noon. Please avoid going out as much as possible]

[Attention residents in the community——]

The United States is a developed country, but it cannot be said that every American resident is rich. It is better to say that the rich people may not even be called the "majority".

In front of the door of the bakery outside the suburbs, a loudspeaker with an obvious product style from the last century was playing mechanical messages, but most residents just glanced at it and continued to do their own things. Some people looked at it with a gloomy look. The sky, as if billowing thick ink was about to come over, whistled and took photos.

Overall, no one took it seriously.

Click it————

"Old Tang, get a drink."

"Um."

The door of the Internet cafe box was pushed open, and Lu Mingfei leaned against the door of the room, holding a tray from the waiter in his hand.

When he opened the door and came in, he saw Ronald Tang sitting on a dark blue gaming chair. The light from the computer screen was only slightly bright, illuminating Old Tang's somewhat weathered face. He was holding a book. The yellow book was flipped through casually.

At first glance, it was obvious that the book was not his. Old Tang was not that literary and artistic, but this Internet cafe was in a Japanese style. There were several volumes of comics and books on the shelves for customers to browse.

The parts that Lu Mingfei could understand were "Dragon Ball" and "Naruto", but the other books were less clear.

However, Lu Mingfei was somewhat impressed by Old Tang's book.

The cover is a cross between black and white. Several irregular circles are placed together, as if they are touching each other, but they seem to be separated. The empty white turns into droplets and drips down.

Lu Mingfei took a quick glance.

The book was mixed with English and Chinese, so Lu Mingfei picked through the parts he understood.

"The Story of Your Life"

Oh, the cover looks like a Japanese suspense mystery novel, but the name still sounds quite literary.

Just kidding, Lu Mingfei actually knew about that book. Although he didn't finish it, the author's name was so familiar that it left an impression on him.

Ted Jiang was born in Jeffersontown, New York City, in 1967. He graduated from the Computer Science Department of Brown University and is one of the best contemporary Chinese-American science fiction writers in the United States.

He has won the Hugo Award, the Nebula Award, the Sturgeon Award, the Campbell Award. It can be said that this man has won almost every American science fiction award.

In Lu Mingfei's era, almost all teenagers in junior high school had fantasized about pretending to be a deep and melancholy artistic young man, in order to distinguish themselves from others and improve their inner status.

The same goes for Lu Mingfei.

When he passed by the bookstore before, he looked through the masterpieces of this Chinese-American writer. He was attracted by the cover of this style, and then he started reading.

This book is very interesting. Although Lu Mingfei doesn't remember the specific plot, he left this impression inexplicably. At that time, Aunt Lu Mingfei was not willing to give him too much pocket money, so the boy read it bit by bit in the bookstore, sometimes not the same book. In order to silently scold him for such free prostitution, the clerk He changed the position of the book again and again because of his disdainful behavior, but Lu Mingfei still finished reading the book with his innate aloofness and shamelessness.

The memory of the first year of junior high school has been blurred, and Lu Mingfei only remembers the general plot.

It roughly tells the story of how after 12 mysterious alien spacecrafts landed on the earth, humans sent a linguist protagonist to communicate with the aliens in order to solve the language barrier problem.

What’s interesting is the author’s own interpretation of the concept of words, or language.

like

"Okay, let's book a room."

"Huh? But I'm not an adult yet."

His train of thought was interrupted, Lu Mingfei subconsciously replied to Old Tang, then waved his hand sheepishly under the other's frightened gaze and started the game.

Well, the content of the book is secondary.

The game is still important.

Da da

It had been a while since he played games with Old Tang, and Lu Mingfei was looking forward to it. After a decent start, the gaming boy glanced at the pop-up window in the lower right corner of the computer, but he didn't take it to heart either.

Instead, he noticed that Old Tang's game seemed a bit unfamiliar, as if he was remembering something.

Hey, this is what happens after not playing StarCraft for too long.

There is still a long way to go before we can regain the realm of heaven and man that “does not require vision”.

Then let me wake you up!

But this thought only lasted for dozens of minutes——

"Here, Old Tang, your skills are quite good. You've made a breakthrough after not playing for a while, right?" He suddenly spoke with admiration.

"But that operation was nothing at the beginning. I thought you couldn't even build a bunker."

Lu Mingfei said carelessly, while the man opposite him had an unknown expression.

The white light from the electronic screen turned Old Tang's face pale, and the word "failure" on the game interface made the man slightly stunned.

He was inexplicably silent for a moment, then pinched his wrist and stopped talking, as if he didn't want to talk anymore.

Until Lu Mingfei asked.

"Still fighting?"

"Hit me!" He answered quickly, but then fell into a strange hesitation, as if he was pretending to be calm.

"Ahem, just give me another hit."

"OK, wait until I go to the toilet."

"..Oh, lazy people poop and pee a lot."

His voice was a little stiff, and Ronald Tang watched Lu Mingfei push away the Internet cafe box and leave.

After confirming that the sound disappeared, he suddenly covered his face and rubbed it violently.

What am I doing?

With such a stiff tone, wouldn't it be easy to spot the flaw? I just lost a game, why are you so excited? ? !

Damn it. Forget it, it shouldn't be exposed.

Although my memory of the game content itself is a bit blurry, I vaguely remember that I defeated Lu Mingfei several times, so it is natural that I would show unwillingness and entanglement after being defeated.

right.

This is acting, reasonable acting.

I am not willing to give up because I lost the game. I am not a petty girl like Jörmungandr.

Preface backtracking.

Although Norton had a lot of thoughts in his mind, he was still in a hurry, and what happened to him was just to get rid of his nostalgia as a "human".

After solving this matter, I will leave.

So after talking to Lu Mingfei, the two of them chose to make effective use of this short period of time——

Go to an Internet cafe to play games.

There was nothing he could do about it, useless people were like this. Norton despised people like Lu Mingfei who were bad at playing games, and at the same time felt ashamed of the "self" he once was.

but

Memory shapes personality, and the soul carries the essence.

The color of Norton's soul will not change if he loses his memory.

From an alchemical perspective, Don is Norton.

Norton, as the ancestor of alchemy, certainly knew this kind of thing.

But it doesn't matter, he will deny ()

So the two of them walked to the Internet cafe. Norton skillfully opened StarCraft with muscle memory, and Lu Mingfei did the same, choosing the human race and the Zerg race in a tacit understanding.

Although he initially thought of playing casually, Norton was still slightly stunned when he actually saw the defeat settlement page in the game.

He thought to himself that it was his "first time" to play a human game, so this was normal.

Although I don’t quite understand what Ming Ming’s level is, according to “Old Tang’s” memory, Ming Ming claims to be a so-called amateur master.

Then, can you be a little more serious?

After that, Norton started studying a little more seriously and surpassed Old Tang's original level in less than one game. He reached the professional level with the second game and the third game.

The progress is rapid, and the rapid speed here is not even an exaggeration.

But...lost.

Lu Mingfei on the opposite side kept laughing and praising him, but Norton was still losing.

You lose, lose, lose, and in the end you lose, lose, lose.

Norton narrowed his eyes.

It's pretty good for a human game, but there's no problem

The next one will be the next one.

While Lu Mingfei was going to the bathroom, Norton began to adjust the details of the game, and his eyes changed slightly.

And at the same time——

*

"It's really interesting. Fujimaru Ritsuka and Chu Zihang are performing SS-level missions in Japan, while I am eating American hot dogs and spying on my juniors playing games with their same-sex friends in Chicago."

On the rooftop of a coffee shop across from the Internet cafe, a man with hair as dazzling as golden spikes complained in a deep voice.

Of course, this person is Caesar Gattuso.

Just a few hours ago, Caesar, who was still immersed in the sadness of "everyone else had a mission but he was derailed," happily accepted the mission issued to him by Norma.

So the mood changed to "Everyone has a mission, but my mission is so rewarding."

No, saying it was fished out is just an appearance.

In terms of the level of the task itself, Norma’s answer was “under evaluation.”

Tentatively rated A++.

Ha, before telling the content, who can tell me what this A++ means? Is it twice as powerful under special circumstances?

Caesar kept complaining in his mind.

Speaking of which, men have only developed the habit of complaining recently, of course because they have been hanging out with guys like Fujimaru Ritsuka and Lu Mingfei for a long time.

The saying that environment changes people is really true.

But at the end of the day, Caesar Gattuso will never let go.

Since the task is to ensure Lu Mingfei's safety, Caesar will definitely do his best to do it.

And this mission is not without its highlights.

"I didn't expect that the two teammates on this mission would be such beautiful ladies. Should I say it was an unexpected bonus?"

Yes, there are two girls beside Caesar.

A woman was lying on the stone slab on the roof, not caring whether it was clean or not. The telescope was pointed forward, and her long and transparent white hair covered her delicate white back, outlining the faint curves.

The other woman had long red hair. She was wearing a pair of long jeans and a pair of familiar purple-gold Mary Jane shoes. She had cold eyebrows and an expression of indifference on her pretty face.

Nono sat on the folding bench he brought and ate a sandwich. Occasionally he opened the plastic film packaging and took a bite. Only occasionally did he glance at the Internet cafe where Lu Mingfei was.

He looks at the sky more often than at the Internet cafe. He really doesn’t look like he’s out on a mission.

Caesar:.

Caesar found that no one was hanging on him, so he was not discouraged. He just felt that this situation was quite strange. He wiped his nose lightly and couldn't help but take another look at his teammates.

At this time, Zero was still looking into the distance like a scarecrow, but Nono noticed Caesar's gaze when he was about to take a bite, stopped and looked at him.

"I'm not lazy." Nono stopped himself from eating and explained.

"I didn't say that." Caesar nodded.

Um.

Perhaps because there was a hint of condescending laughter in Caesar's expression, Nono couldn't help but continue speaking.

"Although I don't know the specific content of this mission, since it is an initial A-level surveillance and protection mission, we must ensure that we cannot alert the enemy when observing the mission target. This is the first priority of the mission."

"The third lesson of the combat practice class said that eye contact with the target is naturally the most avoided. In addition, even the act of directly monitoring the target should be avoided as much as possible. It is best to use " "Cameras that automatically turn at regular intervals", "passers-by who are not surprised to appear at the scene", "or observation through indirect media"——"

Nono pointed at Ling who was lying on the ground.

"For example, she indirectly observed the situation in the Internet cafe by reflecting the light from the mirror of the barber shop facing the Internet cafe door. She also tried her best to choose a location where the sunlight was not too strong to avoid being spotted by the other party."

"But I'm lucky. It's cloudy today, so it shouldn't be noticed. But if it rains for a while, it will be troublesome."

Snap, snap, snap.

Caesar couldn't help but applaud after hearing Nono's explanation.

What I just said are the basics of combat, but for freshmen, it is a rare talent to be able to apply textbook knowledge in practice and clearly express their ideas when they go out for internship for the first time.

Of course, there is another problem——

"You said it very well, so -" Caesar pointed, "What are you doing?"

"There is only one telescope." Nono said.

"It looks like it, so what are you doing?"

"I'm being lazy, do you have to make it clear?"

Caesar nodded with satisfaction, confirming Nuonuo's statement.

He felt that his vision was right at the beginning. Although they only had a few conversations, this Nono was indeed an intelligent and mysterious woman.

"Can I have a bite?"

"No, you have to buy it yourself." Nono didn't give Caesar a good look, but he was not stingy either. He took out a coin from his trouser pocket and flicked it to Caesar.

Caesar grabbed it easily, opened his hand and saw that it was a half-cent coin with President Kennedy's face on it.

All right. (Spread hands)

Caesar couldn't do such a thing as leaving his post to buy food, but it seemed petty to throw back the gift given by the lady, so he simply put it in his pocket.

However, in addition to the part analyzed just now, Caesar also had further thoughts.

Question: Why are there three Caesars?

The three of them were a temporary combat team. Unlike the professional troops of the Executive Directorate, the oldest among them was only a sophomore. No matter how brilliant Caesar's grades were, he was not a regular member of the Executive Directorate.

If it is really an A-level mission, forget it. A special mission issued directly by the school equipment department, no matter how you think about it, three school students should not be solely responsible for it, and even the protection target is the school's important S-level.

So, try changing the question "Why three Caesars" to - "Why not the Executive Council"?

Answer: It must be a few people from Caesar, and the Executive Board cannot accept the task.

"A question of blood."

Caesar stood on the top floor with his chest raised and let the strong wind sweep his golden hair. His sharp eyes did not look directly at the Internet cafe, but [Word Spirit. Kamaitachi] had already started to operate, and countless wind monsters were wandering and circling in the atmosphere.

"The special nature of the mission is that the school cannot judge the threat level of the target in front of us, and in the worst case scenario, the opponent will be the next generation species or even the Dragon King."

"Under the huge bloodline pressure, it is difficult for ordinary A-level hybrids to react. It is useless to send them to die. It is better to carry out evacuation work on the periphery."

After hearing this, Nuonuo answered subconsciously.

"So, the school wants to rely on the three of us students to deal with someone who may be the next generation?"

"After all the impossible options have been eliminated, the rest is the truth no matter how unreasonable it is. If the target is really suspected of being a next-generation species or even a Dragon King, the academy would rather send us than call back the real elites of the academy in Japan. , such as Principal Ange and Fujimaru Ritsuka, that can only explain——"

"The mission over there is also of the same level, no, it's even a completely certain mission to defeat the Dragon King."

With no other information, Caesar almost inferred the facts.

Like said before.

In terms of strategy and overall view, Caesar has the ability to be as good as anyone.

As a general, he will remain calm in times of crisis.

But even if the current situation is clear, what to do is still a problem.

Again, although Caesar was proud, he was not arrogant.

Three people facing dragons? And no heavy weapons?

No, after all, since the head-on contact with Fujimaru Ritsuka, Caesar no longer believes that conventional thermal weapons can threaten dragons.

It is better to place our hope in a more practical existence.

There are two possibilities.

1. The person who issued this mission in the school believes that we have the ability to eliminate dragons without posing a threat to the surrounding people.

2. The school believed that the dragon would not deliberately damage the surrounding environment, so sending us was just a feint attack.

Hmm. Second, it's unlikely. After all, dragons are such cruel creatures.

Then if it is possibility one——

"Miss Zero, as the only bloodline S-level among us, do you have the means to cause harm to the next generation?"

Caesar turned his attention to Zero, who had been silent from the beginning, and said softly.

Zero's name was suddenly called but he didn't even move his body up and down. It was like a snake living in the depths of a dense forest, completely covering his habitat, leaving only his quiet eyes monitoring the scene in front of him.

After hearing Caesar's voice, there was a lag of about a few seconds before Zero responded calmly.

"Yes, but no need."

Zero's voice was calm and indifferent, as if he was not performing a dangerous job that might involve the Dragon King, but something as simple as going downstairs to buy Haitian soy sauce.

The girl pointed to the men's room in the Internet cafe.

There, a young man named Lu Mingfei looked at them and waved gently.

"Our S-class will take care of it themselves."

*

Susu

The water swirled in the dark toilet, and when it was drawn into the narrow water hole, it made the sound of air pumping. The boy lowered his head to wash his face, and stood with his legs straight to prevent the sagging hem of his clothes from getting wet from the water in the sink.

It seems that the rolling thunder can be heard outside the window, and the sky gradually becomes rippling black when viewed from the window.

Lu Mingfei lowered his head and wet his face with water again and again. Only the cold temperature could calm down his slightly heated brain after the intense game.

The water drops slid into the pool along the contours of the face, making ripples with tick-tock sounds.

".Knew it."

The boy whispered to himself in a low voice, not knowing what he was affirming. In this empty toilet, no one could hear his voice.

A faint movement could be seen on the boy's lips, but no sound came out. Lu Mingfei seemed to be worried about something and did not express all his thoughts. Instead, he looked up at the mirror and faced the dark and dim version of himself. See.

That person is not Old Tang

The face of the boy in the mirror was dim, and the laughter and laughter during the game seemed to have suddenly faded, leaving only Lu Mingfei's tired expression at the moment.

Lu Mingfei took out his phone and looked at the message sent to him dozens of minutes ago.

Zero: [Look to your left. 】

Lu Mingfei looked into the distance. He waved and said hello subconsciously, while whispering softly to himself echoed in his mind.

He didn't want to speak because he had been to that rainy night and had seen the methods of the God King. Even the sound of the entire city was shrouded in his own domain.

According to his worst guess, Lu Mingfei was unwilling to speak.

But it does not matter.

If it was "that person" communicating, I wouldn't need words.

The boy looked into the distance and thought silently in his heart.

[Lu Mingze, I know you are here. 】

【please. 】

【Please do me a favor. 】

ps: First of all, I definitely don’t know how to count words, so what I wrote must be foreshadowing.

ps: I can't bear it. Why does this author have so little information? The plot can't be pushed through at all. What the hell! ! I’m so convinced that I can’t even do it after ten thousand updates!

Miscellaneous fish, miscellaneous fish, miscellaneous fish, author of miscellaneous fish.

There is another chapter in the afternoon, which should be two in one. I also want to get through the plot quickly.