Is this Hogwarts, no, Cassell's Gate?

Chapter 9 Is this Hogwarts... Oh no, Cassell's Gate? Lu Mingfei propped his cheek with one hand, not taking in a single word of the math teacher's eloquent lecture on the podium.

Since that day, the shadow named Chu Ke, who claimed to be his Familiar, had never appeared again. Everything that had happened before felt like a dangerous and mysterious dream.

After that, it wasn't like Lu Mingfei hadn't tried to transform in his room, enduring the embarrassment, but there was no reaction at all.

But the cracked stone bricks in the alley and the pendant hanging around his neck constantly reminded Lu Mingfei that it was all real.

Lu Mingfei remembered that during that transformation, his Familiar Chu Ke seemed to have said, "Because it's the first time, and the situation is urgent, you only need to hold the gem and shout 'Transform' to do it."

In other words, the real transformation incantation wasn't just "Transform"; there should be more detailed operations.

Like Spider-Man just starting to try shooting webs, Lu Mingfei also tried changing slogans and actions, quietly attempting to exhaust all possible transformation incantations. He had tried at least every anime with magical girl elements on the market, but none of them worked.

Then Lu Mingfei changed his approach. He started searching the internet for others like him who had become magical girls, using the keywords "Pink Heart" and "XX Heart" that his Familiar had mentioned, but he found nothing.

However, when he searched for keywords based on the appearance of the monster that had appeared that day, he inexplicably jumped to a university's homepage, scaring Lu Mingfei into thinking his computer was broken.

"Lu Mingfei! What are you daydreaming about? Stand up and answer this question!" The math teacher on the podium noticed Lu Mingfei's distraction and threw a piece of chalk at him.

Lu Mingfei stood up abruptly. He had been completely focused on thinking about magical girls, and he didn't even know what the question was, so how could he answer it? He could only stammer, "Sorry, teacher, I don't know."

"If you don't know, go stand at the back." The math teacher delivered his final judgment.

In fact, the teacher himself knew that Lu Mingfei couldn't answer, he just wanted him to stand as punishment.

With the college entrance exam just around the corner, as a member of Shilan High School, a well-known private school in the city, Lu Mingfei's grades were quite... hard to describe.

Everyone had different ways of evaluating his grades. The class teacher said, "Lu Mingfei, are you made of lead? Do you know how much you've lowered our class's average score?" His aunt said to his uncle, "Mingze's good grades are all thanks to our family's genes. Look at your family's genes, they just don't work!" Only when he used his cross-dressing account to tease his cousin could he get some comfort from him: "Xi Yang! What's there to be afraid of if your grades aren't good? I'll go my own way, that's what people like us should do! Anyway, in my eyes, you're a good girl!"

Recently, at his aunt's request, Lu Mingfei had been dragged to fill out application forms for studying abroad. Among Lu Mingfei's grades, only English was passable, and he had gotten lucky on the TOEFL test. Plus, it was trendy to drop out of the exam and go abroad, which sounded very impressive, so Lu Mingfei had no choice but to take the path of going abroad.

It's just that almost all the letters he's received from foreign schools recently have been rejections.

Forcing himself to stay awake until school was over, Chen Wenwen came to comfort him once, but Lu Mingfei didn't know why he suddenly felt that Chen Wenwen didn't seem as attractive as before.

In the past, he would always take the initiative to find Chen Wenwen, waiting with a computer for seven or eight hours just to hear a special notification sound from a certain software. Now, it was the other way around, with Chen Wenwen feeling that Lu Mingfei hadn't been looking for her much lately and starting to ask what was going on.

After school, he went home and picked up today's mail from the old man at the entrance of the residential area. He opened it and looked, and sure enough, it was a "rejection."

Wait, what's this at the bottom?

Lu Mingfei looked down and saw an invitation from a school called Cassell, which actually said that they "believe you have met the admission standards of Cassell College." Lu Mingfei chuckled.

With my level, I've met the admission standards? What kind of diploma mill is this?

He knew his own capabilities, but he didn't expect that this university seemed to be serious, and even included a phone with a professor's number! After confirming with his uncle and aunt's family, Lu Mingfei decided to go and take a look at this so-called interview.

In the evening, "Wanna play a game?" A large cat head icon flashed on a certain chat software, with the name "Nono." Lu Mingfei didn't remember when he had added this person. In the past, Lu Mingfei would never have refused.

But now he was still searching for information about magical girls and monsters. This laptop was shared by him and Lu Mingze, and he wanted to search and delete the browser history before Lu Mingze came over to play, to avoid social embarrassment.

"Not playing, I have something to do, maybe next time," Lu Mingfei replied.

"Rejected?" On the other side, a girl was sitting cross-legged in front of a laptop, gently shaking her legs. The pure silver clover pendant on her ear sparkled: "Noma, check what he's doing."

The computer emitted a mechanical synthesized female voice: "Received, querying... Query results are as follows: The other party is using a search browser to search for the keywords [magical girl] [Scaled Golden-Eyed Monster]. Among them, [Scaled Golden-Eyed Monster] highly matches the appearance of 'Deadpool'. It is judged that this person should have come into contact with Deadpool."

"Magical girl, what the heck is he up to?" Nono wondered.

Lu Mingfei searching for Deadpool was not beyond her expectations. After all, it was because the school's artificial intelligence, Noma, detected Lu Mingfei searching for Deadpool online and determined that there might be Deadpool in this small city that the school brought the interview forward by three months and sent them over.

The Execution Department also sent a small team to conduct a carpet search for the so-called Deadpool, but they didn't find anything.

The school believes that it was mostly cleared by local mixed-blood forces.

"Not asleep yet?" A blond, muscular man in shorts passed by Nono's door, noticed the light was still on, and poked his head in, asking in fluent Mandarin.

Caesar Gattuso, a noble young master of the Gattuso Family, president of the Cassell Student Council, possessor of a Rank A Bloodline, and also Nono's boyfriend.

This time, having nothing to do, he heard that Nono was going to her hometown for a mission, and coupled with the fact that the original two personnel were short of people for diving coordination training, he also applied to come along.

"After all, I'm quite curious about what kind of person this new Rank S is." Nono said without turning her head.

"Anyway, we'll see him tomorrow. We're the interviewers then." Caesar used a towel to wipe his freshly washed hair, his golden hair shining under the incandescent light. "Did your profile give any results?"

To be honest, he was also quite curious about what kind of person this Rank S, a rare occurrence in decades, would be.

"." The girl, known as the Red-Haired Witch in the academy for her overly lively personality, was silent for a moment:

"According to my profile, he's a 100% purebred otaku loser."

".This Rank S's counter-reconnaissance ability is better than mine." Caesar was also silent for a moment. "But the real strength will have to be seen when we meet. A true lion king is strong in all aspects."

"Hopefully."

Nono ignored her boyfriend's chuuni remarks and continued to look at the information Noma provided.

"I want to go stroll through the night market here. I heard on Facebook that you can find a lot of interesting things here at night." Caesar finished drying his hair, changed his clothes, and asked, "Want to go together?"

"No, I'm on a diet." Nono politely declined Caesar's invitation.

Caesar looked blank. What's the connection between dieting and going to the night market?