"Chen Motong, my best assistant and the director of the Organization Department of the Student Union, you have also seen it."

At the door of the luxurious hall, Caesar covered his forehead helplessly. He pointed at the leaping red figure not far away, as if he didn't know what to say.

Most of the people in the venue were very elegant, and they showed their aristocratic attitude when facing these expensive foods, with the exception of the two.

One is a red-haired witch, and the other is a defeated dog wearing exquisite school uniforms into beggar's outfit.

"Who called me?"

The red-haired witch turned her head with a steak, and it looked like a starving ghost was reincarnated. This made Lu Mingfei recall that the barbecue stall they met for the first time, Chen Motong was as heroic as drinking a drink.

The speed of eliminating food is not as high as a noble birth, but rather a poor girl.

"Yo, it turns out that our dear Chairman invited the president of the maintenance meeting to come over. Welcome."

She said welcome, but her movements were not slow. Before the other salty hand reached out, she snatched the last plate of foie gras in front of her.

Caesar looked at them helplessly, his eyes shifting from the red-haired witch, pointing to another guy who was eating wildly.

"Finger von Flins, the Minister of the Student Union's News Department, the only F-level student in the college, and the administrator of the college forum."

The exquisite school uniform is covered with stains. I don’t know if it was not washed clean before or accidentally touched it while tasting the delicious food.

Bowing slightly, Finger quickly moved. Since the plan to grab foie gras failed, the Australian lobster was his. In this hurry, he looked back at Lu Mingfei.

"Hello commander-in-chief, I wish you a good time."

After saying that, he began to sweep the winds of these foods and vowed to regain his reputation as the Minister of Information at the dining table.

Caesar looked at the two student union backbone with a headache. He was wondering whether he would invite them alone, but probably only the shameless Fen Dog would come.

After introducing these two people, he pointed to several people on the field. They were all cadres of the student union, and they were undoubtedly at least B in terms of blood. After coming out, they worked hard and got the status of A-level commissioners before retirement.

These people are also the backbone of his student union, and they support this college community to defeat the Lionheart Association. Even if they enter and leave society, they are also comrades who have fought together in the past and are partners who can trust each other.

But it is obvious that the guild hall not only contains these elegant noble members of the student union, but also a group of students who are as stable as old monks.

Caesar pointed at the group of ascetic students, "The guys from the Lionheart Club are not much earlier than you, and they should have been here in just a few hours."

It was a group of quiet young men, even if they were talking, they were only discussing quietly between the two. The first impression they gave was to work hard.

Caesar looked at the leading man and woman again, "Did you see the girl with short black hair in front of them? That was Susie, one of the two vice presidents of the Lionheart Club, and she was the right-hand assistant of that guy Chu Zihang.

Another young man with purple hair and black clothes, his name is Lancelot, is another vice president. His family is a local French nobleman. Although he is not as good as the Colonel Charlotte family, he is also one of the best mixed-race families."

With Caesar's introduction, members of the Lionheart Society also discovered the people here, and many students had admiring eyes. The action of attacking the fierce ghosts is still fermenting in the mixed-race world.

Many young people regard Lu Mingfei as their goal and become the powerful figure with justice.

"Lancelot, Vice President of the Lionsheart Society."

The purple-haired young man came over and made a medieval knight ceremony to Lu Mingfei, with a solemn and solemn expression.

Lu Mingfei remembers this person. As an A-level bloodline in the academy, he has also participated in the fight against the fierce ghosts. With his spirit of words, it is difficult for people to remember such a big light bulb.

"Lu Mingfei."

Lu Mingfei nodded with a smile, as if he had received a meeting ceremony.

"Suzy, Vice President of the Lionheart Society."

That was the last day of freedom, and he secretly fought with Chen Motong. Ling was forced to understand the ability to escape into the elemental world by her.

Shaking hands with each other, Lu Mingfei looked behind them strangely, "Where are the presidents of the gang?"

"President Chu Zihang separated from us when he arrived in France. He said he wanted to go to investigate first and ask us to come and meet with the student union first."

Susie didn't know what she thought of, but suddenly sighed, perhaps because of the feeling that they would be fighting alone.

"That's how that facial paralysis is. The person who has performed a mission with him doesn't want to go with him anymore. The facial paralysis will only take care of the matter by himself."

This is how Caesar commented on Chu Zihang. As his only opponent before the academy, he had already analyzed the character of this person.

During the chat, a sudden vibration came from Caesar's pocket on his clothes, and Caesar took out a cell phone from his pocket.

"Executive Department?"

He pressed to answer the call, a huge projector fell from the center of the venue, half of the dark iron face appeared from the shadow screen, and his iron gray eyes were like hell.

He stared at the extravagant party below, swept through the crowd, and finally locked in the Caesars and the others gathered at the gate.

"Caesar, it's time for the mission. Please put away your ridiculous party for me."

His voice was hoarse as a snake, which was a poisonous snake returning from hell, who wanted to devour all life in the world.

“I think it’s a relaxing and pleasant party to help with the task before going on a thrilling task, and you see how happy these students are.”

Caesar shrugged, not as afraid as the general student, the executive director, and even talked about his own theory.

"You forgot, how did you agree to me when you got this mission? Perhaps, it's not impossible for me to give the commander-in-chief of this mission to Chu Zihang."

Executive Minister Von Schneider, who stared coldly at the elegant noble son, had no intention of sending this task to this guy.

But Caesar came over to argue that his family's power in Europe could provide great help, and at the same time he promised that he would never do anything wrong. Schneider reluctantly agreed to let him perform this mission.

Wait, when it comes to Chu Zihang, Schneider's iron-gray eyes searched the entire venue, but no, his beloved student was not there.

"Suxi, where is your president? Where is Chu Zihang? He shouldn't have come with you to support the student union. Why are there only a few of you in the venue?"

Schneider's face changed instantly. He probably guessed it when he saw this. No one knew his students better than him, but he needed to hear other people's answers in person.

"Minister, President Chu went to the place he discovered before to investigate, and let the rest of us meet with the student union first."

Susie's calm report betrayed her president in an instant.

When he heard the answer, he saw the iron-blooded executor in the shadow screen. His right hand fist hit his car with a force, and the crisp sound echoed in the venue instantly.

Everyone was completely quiet now, only Finger dragged the food under the table to share the food, and did not care about the actions of the executive director.

"The mission time is ahead of time, end your meaningless party, start now, until the goal is over, everything is subject to wartime standards.

Susie, get your president back. Whoever dares to fight with me alone will deduct his credits!"

The moment the words fell, the noble elites who had been chatting in the venue before turned into warriors who had been through the battlefield.

They stood straight, waiting for the mission executor ahead to issue orders to go to the battlefield to complete their mission.

Although Caesar was helpless, he still waved his hand and set off with this group of mixed-race elites.

The luxurious venue suddenly became empty and lonely. Schneider on the huge shadow screen looked at the only person standing below, Lu Mingfei.

"Lu Mingfei, wait a moment, the principal has something to say to you."

His angry and hoarse voice calmed a little. I don’t know if it was Caesar who gave him a headache, or if he was optimistic about Lu Mingfei.

Lu Mingfei, who originally wanted to go to the scene with Caesar, heard that the principal was about to see him, turned around and returned to the venue and began to destroy the huge amount of food.

He reached out and held the edge of a cake tray and was about to take it away when a hand appeared strangely from the opposite side, and the two began to compete with each other.

"Click."

Neither of them was doing anything, but the tray could not bear the competition between the two people, and under the influence of these two forces, it collapsed into countless pieces.

Lu Mingfei grabbed a plate of lobster next to him again, and the strange hand also followed. The two of them fought again, and another tray was shattered.

After repeating this, the person who could only see his hands was finally impatient.

"Who is it? Why did I see the same piece as me for so much food?!"

An angry voice sounded from below, and he tried his best to lower the voice, as if he wanted to yell but didn't dare.

Lu Mingfei knew where the other party was. He bent down and lifted the tablecloth, hummed and gnawed with his elbow in one hand, and disappeared from the other end of the tablecloth with the other hand.

"Ah?"

Lu Mingfei stretched out his head from under the tablecloth, then retracted it back down. After repeated several times, he finally confirmed his thoughts in his heart.

"No, right? Do you need to eat like this as the Minister of the Information Department of the Student Union?"

That's right, the one who snatched Lu Mingfei for food was Finger, a super veteran member of the student union and the super hacker not long ago.

At this moment, no one would consider Finger a social elite, let alone a noble mixed-race aristocrat.

He was really embarrassed, like a starving ghost reincarnated, and the appearance of an ordinary person after seven days of not eating. This food appearance is definitely the best choice for the food broadcast.

What he ate was really delicious. Even with ordinary German elbows, he had a luxurious meal, which was a huge boost of appetite.

"You wait first, wait until I finish this sauce elbow."

He was lying vague words in his mouth, and it was obvious that he had a lot of elbows stuffed into his mouth. After a chewing sound, he finally swallowed the food.

The other hand that poked out the tablecloth took back a tray for him. The tray was placed with an exquisite snack, a circle of palm tree hearts with some green leaves, Finger crawled out from under the table with the snack in his mouth.

He patted his clothes with his hands, and then he had time to look around. The entire huge venue was empty and lonely, with only the two of them, and Schneider on the huge shadow screen.

Finger didn't dare to move for a moment. He stared blankly at the executive director on the shadow screen, his eyes drifting around, as if he was looking for better escape.

"Hey, Finger, your student union presidents have taken people away. Don't you go on the mission?"

"This is more me, not more me, not less me, not less me, not less me, and with Caesar's leadership, this mission will definitely be completed perfectly."

Finger's eyes rolled around in his sockets, and his eyes lit up instantly when he looked at Lu Mingfei.

"If it weren't for you, Caesar wouldn't have noticed me. At this time, I should have had a comfortable sleep at the Cassel Academy, rather than being forced to run to France by Caesar.
To be continued...