After eating his elbows, he cleaned his desk, and after gently asking Lu Mingfei for his opinion, Angers soaked in black tea smoothly.

"Principal, have you ever learned Japanese tea ceremony?"

"Well, I spent a pretty memorable time in that country when I was young."

Angers burned the tea set in turn. When the boiling water flowed through the white porcelain cup, it showed faint ink marks. The large patches of white and fainted black, like the distant mountains in the university in the middle of winter, reminding people of Jiang Xue of the Tang Dynasty poet Liu Zongyuan.

Birds fly across thousands of mountains, and people die in thousands of paths.

I think the principal is the old fishing man sitting alone.

"It's so quiet."

Lu Mingfei said.

Anger smiled and looked at him.

"Do you want some music?"

"How is Chopin? Compared to Beethoven and Bach, Chopin may be more in line with the tastes of young people."

"chopin……"

Lu Mingfei pondered.

"Can you put Jay Chou here?"

"Of course, I've heard of this artist."

The old man sighed.

“Young people are always creative.”

"Artist? Although Jay Chou's songs are very good, is it a bit exaggerated to your comment?"

"No, no, not at all."

"Young people should not set limits for themselves. If you are always worried that you are not worthy of honor, then the highest crown will not be retained for those who bow their heads."

"Besides, are those masters just some amazing guys?"

The old man smiled.

“Bach was just a craftsman who wrote choir music for the church back then.”

"After all, what makes a person great is time and distance."

“Not great cause.”

The old man injected red tea soup into three cups of white porcelain cups.

He pushed a cup into Lu Mingfei's direction.

"After all, what great achievements can attract is not only glory, but also abuse and jealousy."

"No, Yama."

Lu Mingfei lowered his head and looked at the black tea reflecting the boy's eyebrows.

"No, principal."

"It will attract jealousy, just because the person who builds great things is not strong enough."

"As long as you have absolute power, no one dares to slander him."

"Absolute force?"

The old man smiled and his pupils shrank slightly.

He looked at the young S-Class in front of him.

At that moment, Anger suddenly had a thought. If he opened his spirit of speech at such a moment, could he send a folding knife into the boy's chest in the fifty times the realm of time?

Before he could think about it, the boy looked up and looked at him.

Both of them smiled and drank tea silently.

But Angers picked up the teacup's hand, which was a little heavy.

Is it a coincidence?

Or, sensed it?

What a monster.

"Speaking of this, principal, do you have any people to wait for?"

Lu Mingfei looked at the remaining cup of tea curiously.

"Oh, this one."

Anger suddenly patted his forehead and smiled.

"You are old and confused, and it is inevitable that you remember mistakes occasionally."

"After all, the world belongs to your young people."

Lu Mingfei lowered his eyes and played with cups.

"Principal, you don't look old at all."

"Hahaha."

The old man smiled generously.

"But I agree with your other sentence very much."

"Um?"

The old man stopped laughing.

Lu Mingfei held the cup tightly, raised his head, his eyes shining.

"The world is the world of young people."

“You can rest more.”

"let me."

Angers did not answer.

A heavy momentum brewed in the room.

He is a legend, a legend made with countless dangerous hybrids and the bones of Deadpool.

The illusory thing like momentum, or murderous aura, really exists in this old man.

Legend has it that the Dragon King has a unique word spirit, named King. Any creature that looks directly at its golden eyes will naturally feel the pressure of a mountain, which is the manifestation of the monarch's aura, which makes people unable to help but kneel down.

Angers was just a mixed race, so naturally it was impossible for only the four great monarchs to do what they could do.

But the aura of legend is not something that ordinary mixed races can compete with.

Unfortunately, the person in front of him was S-level.

"If you have a chance, can I fight with you?"

Lu Mingfei said.

"Of course, I'm looking forward to it."

Angers looked around.

"But not now, I'm sorry, I don't want to mess up here."

"It's a pity that this is the case."

Anger shook his head and laughed.

"It sounds like Ming Fei, you are here this time, just holding me, the old man, to fight."

"After all, you are a legend."

Lu Mingfei's smile is so clean that it reminds people of the warm sun in June and the blue sea.

"I'm very curious, how much worse is than the legend now."

"Do you use your martial arts?"

"No."

The boy said.

"It's martial arts."

Angers added black tea to the two.

"Martial Arts."

He was chanting the word.

"Okay, I'll talk to me for so long, and it's time to get to the point."

"Mingfei, do you still remember the phone call that day when I was free?"
To be continued...