NABC Chapter 10 Kicking the Ball
Chapter 10 Kicking the Ball
Although Lu Mingfei's words were strange, Chu Zihang still understood what he meant, so he spoke again.
"Even if the one with the higher bloodline has resistance, if the difference between the two is not too great, the former's bloodline reaction will still be activated... and my bloodline is rated A in Kassel."
"Is it very high?"
"Kassel College recruits students all over the world, but even so, for a behemoth like Kassel, the number of its A-level students can be counted on two hands."
"That sounds pretty rare."
Lu Mingfei stroked his chin. So, he's a species with abnormal stats? Then why doesn't he feel anything? And speaking of intimidation, Lu Mingfei still thinks that the bastard immortal's smile is more terrifying. Maybe he's just gotten used to something more terrifying?
"Rare is an understatement. Someone like you who can remain calm under my provocation... I've only ever seen one like that, and he's a living legend at Kassel College." Looking at Lu Mingfei in front of him, Chu Zihang seemed to see a white-haired old man in a suit before his eyes, and then his tone changed.
"Let's put the matter of bloodlines aside for now. I want to know what you mean by 'Nirvana Corpse'?" he asked.
This title is definitely not any kind of title for Deadpool. Chu Zihang believed he had searched through all the Dragon Clan's records, and he had never heard of this title before.
Unless it's a name specific to the local area... but this is where he grew up.
"Um... well, have you ever read any cultivation novels, senior brother?" Lu Mingfei looked at Chu Zihang, whose expression was serious and who didn't seem like he could be fooled, and forced himself to speak.
"It's like the zombie transformation that's common in cultivation novels, the kind of drama where the dead start to resurrect with their obsessions after death, and then there's the bloodlust that comes with losing consciousness... a fantasy tradition?"
His body stiffened, fangs sprouted from his mouth, his eyes turned red, and then he became like a ghoul from anime, only able to survive by eating people, unable to even muster the most delicious food..."
Lu Mingfei racked his brains to remove the element of the seeker of the Dharma from the story. Although this made the whole story sound like a novel, he was telling the truth.
"I know..." Lu Mingfei cleared his slightly dry throat, his voice tinged with self-deprecation, "It sounds like I've been fantasizing after reading too many cultivation novels, uh... that's what you think, right?"
As he said this, he was quickly calculating in his mind: Yes! That's it. If Chu Zihang thought like that, that would be perfect. Treating him as a delusional teenager with delusions of grandeur would be the most ideal outcome!
In this way, he neither lied nor failed to answer the other party's question perfectly. In any case, the Nirvana Corpse doesn't exist in this world, so even if Chu Zihang wanted to investigate, he wouldn't be able to find out.
He was even prepared to receive the kind of look he imagined the other person would give him, a look that was a mixture of pity and "care for the mentally challenged," and he had even thought about what expression he should make next.
However, when he composed himself and looked up from his coffee cup to meet those golden eyes, the gaze he expected did not appear.
Chu Zihang's reaction was completely different from what he had imagined.
The man's face remained expressionless, and his eyes held none of the mockery Lu Mingfei had imagined. Instead, they were filled with a serious gaze, a cold and focused intensity.
He was listening.
They weren't in the mood to listen to a fantasy story at all; they listened intently to Lu Mingfei's description of the "Nirvana Corpse," word by word.
"It's so real. What you said is so real, just like you saw it with your own eyes."
"Of course." Lu Mingfei muttered to himself. He had not only seen it with his own eyes, but he had also hit it with his own hands. But how was he going to explain it to Chu Zihang?
He said he fought something like that in his dream? Come on, that doesn't sound scientific.
"Um, it's like I've seen something like this before, in a dreamlike world where it's raining... I guess."
Lu Mingfei was at his wit's end. If he had known that Chu Zihang would listen to him so attentively, he would have made up an excuse to get away with it. But telling the truth directly ruined the situation. He never thought he would encounter such a situation, where he had to lie to cover up the truth.
This is so ironic.
Isn't there anything that can stop this cold-faced handsome guy? Lu Mingfei had never wanted to get a signal to extricate himself from the topic of "Nirvana Corpse".
"Where have I seen this before!" After mentioning the illusion, Chu Zihang was clearly more interested, his eyes fixed on Lu Mingfei.
"Uh... Ah..." Lu Mingfei really couldn't think of any more ways to make this up. He could say that the Nirvana Corpse was real, but this illusion was something he made up!
How can he make something up if he has no basis for it?
"Buzz... Buzz... Buzz"
A bell rang; it was the clock in the coffee shop. The short hand had already pointed to the top. Normally, it should have been closing time long ago, and the waiters should have asked people to leave. But obviously, no one would do that in a coffee shop that had been booked out.
But this also means that no one can rescue Lu Mingfei. He has to find a way himself: either make the best of a mistake and make the story work, or pass the buck and change the subject.
Lu Mingfei isn't some kind of storyteller, so naturally, he could only choose the latter.
"Um, isn't it getting a bit late, senior brother?" Lu Mingfei hesitated before changing the subject. "How about we talk about it another day? Let's find another time. Now, let's all go home and find our own mothers. I'll walk, and you can drive. My uncles and aunts don't care. Is your dad, who drives a Maybach, that open-minded too?"
Although I remember my uncle being quite dashing..."
Just as Lu Mingfei was racking his brains, trying to use trivial family matters as a smokescreen to dissuade Chu Zihang from his research.
However, at that very moment-----
The person in front of him suddenly changed his aura. It wasn't murderous intent, but something even heavier, and he instantly locked onto Lu Mingfei.
Lu Mingfei's pupils suddenly contracted. He didn't even think about it; it was just his body's subconscious reaction—his right hand moved faster than the hand that wanted to touch his shoulder.
"Uh, senior brother? What do you mean by that?"
He tilted his head slightly, his gaze fixed on the hand he was holding. If he didn't move, that hand would end up on his shoulder...
Was it an attack? Lu Mingfei immediately dismissed the idea; he saw the look in Chu Zihang's eyes—
The look in those eyes wasn't murderous intent, but rather a kind of expression Lu Mingfei had never seen before—a mixture of surprise and excitement, as if he had witnessed an impossible miracle.
"Um... Senior brother?"
Chu Zihang didn't care at all that his hand was being held; he just looked at Lu Mingfei as if he saw a glimmer of hope, and even his golden eyes seemed to start burning.
His voice carried a strained, over-the-top quality that Lu Mingfei only heard in bad movies, and his voice trembled uncontrollably.
"That man... do you still remember him?"