When I was supposed to be slaying the dragon, I accidentally started cultivating immortality

Kassel Academy, in the Norma computer room.

"Are you drinking again?" The transparent girl floated in front of Fingel, the tips of her hair floated against gravity, and she wrinkled her nose.

"I just drank a little bit." Fingel's eyes wandered and he touched the tip of his nose.

Shit! You drank at least twenty cans of beer and six bottles of hard liquor!

Hidden in the corner, Old Tang cursed.

"You should know that there are a lot of equipment here, right? Do you want me to test the alcohol concentration in your breath?" The girl rolled her eyes at Fingel.

"Ahem! I'm a mixed race, and the blood concentration of a mixed race..."

"I also have detailed data here." The girl interrupted Fingel's sophistry.

Keeping Yan Lingdong going, to avoid being discovered by the infrared temperature sensing equipment here, Old Tang frowned and looked at the girl - logically speaking, this is Norma's computer room, and the 3D virtual image she cast is indeed Norma, but This character setting is nothing like Norma. Norma is the general secretary of the school. She is very patient, gentle and polite. She cannot be so aggressive, and...

If his feelings are correct, the core position of this huge host, the alchemical matrix...

"I didn't come to see you just to impress my roommate," Fingel found a valid reason for himself, "I want to see you. It's not easy."

"Are you going on a mission again?" the girl asked.

"I can't hide it from you. You should have seen the report about me," Fingel said. "I will definitely be among the participants of 'Operation Bronze'."

Operation Bronze? This name...could it refer to this plan to go to the Bronze City? Old Tang Xin said, Senior brother, you are really not simple. You already knew the operation code name before it was announced?

"If you don't want to go, I can exclude you from this operation..." the girl said.

Does Norma still have this kind of authority? impossible?

Old Tang increasingly felt that this girl was not Norma, but just used the same avatar as Norma.

"No need," Fingel shook his head, "This time, I also have something I want to do. Besides..."

Old Tang hid in the corner and saw Fingel's eyes and temperament changing in an instant. His eyes became firm and sharp, and his slightly slumped shoulders were straightened. Although he was still wearing the dirty shirt and the messy His hair seemed to have suddenly transformed from a sloppy stray dog ​​into a wild wolf in the wild whose body was stained with mud and grass blades, and whose hard hair was rolled together.

"I haven't moved my muscles for too long." Fingel stretched out a hand to hold it together. The muscles on his exposed forearm bulged out like a pile of steel bars twisted together in an orderly manner. "If this continues, , when I go to that place again in the future, my bones may be rusty.”

"You really have to worry about your bones." The girl clapped her hands twice, and a sound generator placed somewhere in the room made a clapping sound.

A round-headed robot walked out of the corner... well, it should be driven out to be precise, because it had no legs, and its round body had two short stick-like legs ending in two sets of wheels.

The little robot is a little taller than Fingel's calves. It holds a tray in both hands. On the tray are two white pills the size of New York batteries and a cup of steaming milk.

"Milk again?" Fingel sighed.

"And calcium tablets." The girl added.

"I usually take calcium tablets and drink milk." Fingel leaned over, picked up the milk and picked up the tablets, then threw the medicine into his mouth and drank it with a sip of milk, "So I will come next time Can you prepare some Coke or other soft drinks for me?"

"Then you have to drink a glass of milk first," the girl said. "The strengthening effect of your Word Spirit on the bones is far less than the strengthening of the muscles. If the bones are not strong enough, it will snap when you say you can't actually fight the Word Spirit one day. .”

"Don't worry, my Word Spirit is a Bronze Throne, not a ghost. I will restrain my strength when I feel that my bones can't bear it," Fingel said. "Broken bones are not fun."

"Concentrate your strength? I remember you broke your own bones before, right? It was the hospital that Professor Schneider carried you to." The girl complained.

Old Tang was in the corner, thinking to himself, Professor Schneider? He looked like it would be nice if he didn't go to the hospital, but he carried others to the hospital on his back?

Many people in the school know that Professor Schneider was almost killed by a dragon with a very high bloodline in an early mission. Although he survived by luck, his lungs and trachea were severely damaged, and he even needed a machine to assist breathing. Regardless of He has to drag a tool cart that provides him with oxygen wherever he goes - sometimes for the convenience of going out, he will sit directly in a wheelchair equipped with a breathing device, so that he doesn't have to keep an eye on his oxygen cart while moving. Have you followed up?

Although Professor Schneider is second to none in the school in terms of command ability, management ability and academic... well, he may not have academic ability, but at least in terms of command and management ability, Professor Schneider is second to none in the school. If you go to the hospital, you may go to the ICU instead of entering the inpatient ward.

Unless... this happened before Professor Schneider was injured.

"Then I learned to be smart," Fingal said. "You see I've only broken one bone since then."

"Are you talking about the time we were in the Arctic Ocean?" the girl asked softly.

"Yes, that time, my fracture was the most insignificant injury among the entire team." Fingel said softly.

When did you two talk about it? Can you speak clearly? Old Tang in the corner scratched his head and ears with curiosity.

But after saying this, Fingel fell into silence. He just found a raised square device and sat on it to drink milk. The girl stopped talking and projected a chair next to Fingel, sitting silently. Stay with him.

Fingel took the last sip of milk, stood up, and placed the cup where he had been sitting.

"Dance with me, EVA." Fingel looked at the girl.

She is indeed not Norma. Old Tang looked at the girl, and then at the huge mainframe in the center of the room, which was shaped like a thick hourglass-shaped metal column.

The girl who appears in the computer room now is just a holographic projection, but her essence is definitely something completely unrelated to the holographic projection.

"You smell like alcohol," the girl said with a look of disgust, "Fortunately, I can't smell it."

"Come on then?" Fingel opened his arms to the girl.

"What are you dancing for?" the girl asked, tilting her head.

"Waltz it."

The girl snapped her fingers, and the computer room, which originally had some faint light, became completely dark. Waltz background music sounded from all directions, and a beam of light shot down from the ceiling, just covering Fingel and the girl.

The girl put her palm on Fingel's hand, and Fingel held it skillfully, and then put his arm around the girl's waist. There was almost no difference between Fingel's hand and the girl's projection, and there was no "air separation". ", and there is no "mold-through", as if the person dancing with him is not a disembodied projection, but a living girl.

There were thick and heavy cables and small devices tied up everywhere in the computer room. The light beam could only illuminate a small area under Fingel and the girl's feet, but their movements were light and agile, and they perfectly avoided the ground every time they took a step. The cables seemed to have danced together in this rugged computer room a thousand times with skill.

The round-headed little robot retreated to the corner knowingly, and its eyes made of electronic displays changed into concentration patterns. It didn't know that less than thirty centimeters to its left, squatting in the dark, in people.

Old Tang watched quietly as Fingel and the girl danced under the beam of light. The dust in the machine room floated up in the dancer's movements, drifting into the beam of light and turning into tiny light spots. Occasionally, Fingel's sleeves would scratch. Afterwards, the dust and mist changed under the light, passing through the girl's transparent body, and then surrounding the people dancing with her.

Old Tang felt that this scene was very familiar. Not long ago, he quietly opened the door of Norton Hall and danced under the moonlight with a dressed-up girl with silver hair and silver eyes in the cold hall. He could not hold the girl's hand or hold her. Holding her waist, it was as if he could feel her heartbeat.

His memory was not very good, and he forgot many details of that day. He only remembered the long eyelashes on Xiaoyin's clear eyes, and the eyelashes would tremble.

After making a farewell gesture to the two dancing people that no one could see, Old Tang quietly left the computer room.

…

At noon, Lu Mingfei and Su Xiaoqiang’s home.

After a happy ten-day vacation, Lu Mingfei and Su Xiaoqiang pushed in the door.

"Xiao Tian! Zero! We are back!" Su Xiaoqiang shouted into the room.

"Woof woof woof!"

Xiaotian happily jumped out from nowhere and rushed towards Lu Mingfei and Su Xiaoqiang. Su Xiaoqiang took two steps forward and opened his arms.

Then Xiaotian passed her by and threw himself into the arms of Lu Mingfei who was behind her.

Su Xiaoqiang, who opened his arms, froze in embarrassment.

Then she saw Zero walking out of the kitchen wearing an apron.

"Zero! I'm back!" Su Xiaoqiang kept her arms open, walked towards Zero with a natural expression, and then gave her a big hug in Zero's slightly confused eyes, as if she opened her arms just to hug Zero. Just because of the slight difference in height, Ling's delicate little face was buried in Su Xiaoqiang's curves.

"Well..." Ling, who was muffled, made an inaudible sound.

"Hiss... a critical hit!" Lu Mingfei on the side chewed a toothbrush and looked at Ling who raised his head from being buried with pity. Fortunately, Su Xiaoqiang was only coordinated and beautiful, not big, otherwise Ling wouldn't be able to do it. It was so easy to break free and be buried.

In Su Xiaoqiang's warm embrace, Ling looked at Lu Mingfei quietly - she heard it.

Su Xiaoqiang let go of Ling and pressed his claws on Ling's lovely face impatiently: "Ling! We're back. How are we? Are you used to living alone? Has Xiaotian taken good care of you?"

"Woof woof!" Xiao Tian barked twice.

"Why do I think this scene is so similar to a couple who came back from a vacation and the mother asked the nanny if the nanny had taken good care of her daughter who had been at home for several days?" Lu Mingfei complained behind Su Xiaoqiang, causing Su Xiaoqiang to glare at her.

"Well, Xiaotian... took good care of me... very well." Ling never thought that one day he would speak in such a hesitant and weird tone.

But it was really difficult for her to keep a normal mind when saying this - in the past ten days, she had witnessed Xiaotian mopping the floor, opening and closing windows, ordering takeout via text message, picking up the trash, taking out the trash, and even washing dishes. Moreover, she would go out regularly every day to sneak away by herself. When she came back, she would bring a large bag of snacks with her. She would even knock on her door and offer snacks to her.

Ling once suspected that she was dreaming, but generally speaking, dreams would wake up after she twisted her thighs hard. After she finished twisting her thighs, Xiaotian brought her a medical kit, which was even very close. Xindi opened the box and took out a bottle of topical medicine for promoting blood circulation and removing blood stasis and handed it to her - and then pointed to a bag of cotton swabs placed in the corner of the medical box as a reminder.

"As long as you take good care of her, there is no doubt about Xiaotian's ability to handle housework." Su Xiaoqiang noticed Ling's apron, "Huh? Ling, what are you doing wearing an apron? Are you cooking?"

"Well," Ling nodded, "you and your instructor said yesterday that you would come back at noon today. I know that Chinese people will cook a table of meals when welcoming their families home, so I also prepared some. However, I don't know Chinese food, so I cooked everything. It’s Russian food.”

"Huh? Are you cooking for yourself?" Lu Mingfei lowered his head and looked at Xiaotian, "Xiaotian, why don't you go and help?"

Xiao Tian: "Woof?"

zero:?

…

On the table.

Just as Zero said, she cooked all very Russian-style dishes, large pieces of barbecue, sliced ​​Russian bread, rich soup, pickled cucumbers from who knows where...

It’s hard to imagine that Zero, who is as delicate as a porcelain doll, can cook these rough dishes, but the taste is surprisingly good. Although it is not as good as a delicacy in the world, it is definitely delicious.

Considering Ling's royal status, it's really surprising that she can cook like this - even a rich second generation like Su Xiaoqiang didn't even bother to cook in person before she met Lu Mingfei. My mother practiced quite good Portuguese cooking.

Of course, Lu Mingfei didn't dare to say this, at least he didn't dare to say it out loud.

Xiaotian had just eaten snacks and had no appetite to eat, so he went out to sneak away by himself. If nothing unexpected happened, he would bring a bag of snacks with him when he came back.

Su Xiaoqiang and Lu Mingfei sat together, and Ling sat opposite. Su Xiaoqiang cut off a piece of barbecue from time to time and put it on Ling's dinner plate. Lu Mingfei poured red wine for Su Xiaoqiang like a dog, looking like a family of three enjoying themselves.

Until Lu Mingfei's phone rang.

"Hello? Principal? What's that?" Lu Mingfei chewed a piece of fascia and made an inarticulate sound.

"Mingfei, should you go back to school now?"

"Yeah, what's wrong?"

"Come to the principal's office, I have something to ask you."

"What's the matter, principal?"

"The school will carry out Operation Bronze in advance, which is to eliminate the dragons in the Bronze City and explore again. Considering that you have provided accompanying technical guidance before, this time..."

"Principal, what did you just say?"

"Huh? I said the school is going to hold a bronze walk in advance..."

"last sentence."

"You should go back to school now, right?"

"No."

Lu Mingfei hung up the phone.

PS: I made a mistake when copying and pasting the last paragraph from the coding software to the update page. It has been changed back to Orz.