Dragon Clan: Avoid the College Entrance Examination to Slay the Dragon

Chapter 29 Finger

The head of the school's work department slapped the brass key on Chu Zihang's palm, "Area 1, Room 303, Four-person Dormitory."

The burly man, his biceps bulging his uniform, lowered his voice. "But you have to be prepared—" He glanced meaningfully at the two Chinese freshmen. "That guy inside is a genius. I'm afraid you'll have to clean up after yourselves."

Gu Yi raised one eyebrow: "Shouldn't the freshman dormitory be brand new?"

"Ha!" The muscular man laughed briefly, "You'll understand when you meet that living fossil." Before he finished speaking, the sound of his military boots echoed away in the corridor.

"Let's go, brother."

The two of them dragged their suitcases through the dormitory building. The iron-gray stairwell was filled with the lingering smell of gunpowder, and the smoke from the free day had accumulated a thin layer of ash on the ground.

Chu Zihang calmly stepped over the overturned vending machine in the corridor, with a deformed bullet still embedded in the aluminum can.

Gu Yi stepped aside to let two medical department members who were running with a stretcher. The brown-haired girl on the stretcher was covering her chest which was dyed red, wailing in full force that the student union had no martial ethics.

The two of them stopped at the door of 303 at the same time.

The rancid smell of grease mixed with the scent of stale chili powder wafted into his face, as if someone had dumped the entire fast food restaurant's garbage bucket in there. The hairs on the back of Gu Yi's neck stood up, and he had a foreboding premonition.

He took a deep breath and flung open the door.

A late summer draft, carrying the smell of rust, rushed into the room, lifting packages of finger-licking Original Chicken printed on the floor. Chu Zihang lowered his eyes to avoid the half-sliced ​​hamburger wrapper flying towards him, his brows slightly furrowed beneath his tangled black hair.

Gu Yi's pupils suddenly contracted when he saw the whole scene in the room - nearly a hundred KFC family bucket cartons were piled on the greasy floor, three of the four iron beds were occupied by fried chicken remains, and a mountain of meat was curled up on the only bed that could be occupied.

He was a blond man, over 190cm tall. His greasy white tank top, stretched translucent by his round belly, had been tucked into the folds of his chest, revealing a chest covered in curly hair. His long, messy blond hair had clumps on the pillow, and his stubble had the burnt-yellow sheen of fried food.

When Gu Yi jumped onto the iron bed, the whole bed let out a teeth-grinding groan.

"Asshole, wake up!" Gu Yi grabbed the man's greasy collar. As the man shook violently, the fried chicken crumbs accumulated on his belly slid down, forming golden pieces on the bed sheet. Chu Zihang silently took a half step back.
"Ah! Hail Caesar!" The man jumped up in shock. His sunken eye sockets were dark blue from a hangover. His gray-blue pupils suddenly widened when he saw who was coming. "What the hell, what time is it? Is the day of freedom over?"

Gu Yi's forehead veins popped, and his grip on the man's collar tightened a bit: "Is this the time to ask such stupid questions? Look at this pigpen!"

The man grabbed Gu Yi's hand, his eyes sincere, "You must tell me that I am also a member of the student union."

"What student union? The free day is over." Gu Yi looked helpless.

The sturdy man looked out the window in shock, only to see a pitch-black sky.

"Who wins?" he screamed.

"Student Union."

"Caesar's king crab cold!" The man suddenly burst out with agility belying his size, rolling off the bed like a frightened polar bear. When his bare feet touched the floor, the sticky grease made an unpleasant hissing sound. "Get out of the way! Get to Amber House now and you can still get some tuna belly sashimi."

Before he could finish his words, Gu Yi's palms had already clamped around the man's neck. His knuckles whitened from the force, his fingers digging into the man's sweaty collar. "I said—" Each word was icy, "Clean it up." Instantly, the blond man's muscles tensed as if facing a formidable enemy. He slowly turned his head, his greasy hair brushing across Gu Yi's murderous face. "Junior, have you heard of Finger von Frings?" A sly glint flashed in his gray-blue eyes. "I'm also a legend at Kassel Academy. You shouldn't disrespect me like this."

Chu Zihang silently drew the dagger he had just snatched, pressing the tip of the blade against the waist of the man who was stealthily moving toward the door. Moonlight slanted in through the open window, illuminating the winding dark patterns on the blade and also reflecting Finger's suddenly stiff and comical expression.

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It was late at night, the noisy college gradually quieted down, and dormitory 303 became brand new.

I have to say that Finkel has his own way. He cleaned up the dormitory in just a few hours.

At this moment, Finkel was lying on the iron bed with his arms and legs spread out. His wet blond hair had water marks on the pillowcase, and his freshly washed face exuded a handsomeness like that of an ancient Greek sculpture in the moonlight, provided one ignored his aura of being invincible even at the lowest level.

"My two junior brothers," he said, rolling over with his tongue out, "considering that I didn't even try Caesar's tuna belly sashimi, can you give a poor soul like me a Hygiene Model Award?"

Upon hearing this, Chu Zihang looked up at the floor that was reflecting the detergent.

Gu Yi sneered, holding the clothes hanger. "A secret?" He shook out the last shirt. "Are you referring to your habit of turning the dorm into a fried chicken museum?"

"God, I beg your pardon!" Finger suddenly jumped up like a corpse, the bed frame crashing against the wall with a loud bang. "I don't want this to happen, but I'm staying on campus. You have no idea how ruthless those lunatics in the Equipment Department are in running experiments while there are fewer students during the summer vacation! I can only stay in my dorm and order takeout. I don't even dare to go to the cafeteria to buy pork knuckle!"

Gu Yi recalled the suspicious burn marks on the magnificent building called Valhalla when he entered the school. It seemed that what Finkel said was true.

"Never mind, what grade are you in, Finkel?"

"Seventh grade."

"Seventh grade?" This time, not only Gu Yi, but even Chu Zihang, who had been silent, looked up at Finkel.

"Fourth grade, to be exact!" Finger sat up straight. "Back then, I was an A-level elite riding a Harley across Chicago. Those crazy guys in the equipment department would avoid me."

"So you failed a grade for three years?" Chu Zihang asked.

"Yes, cold-faced junior brother. I also had a glorious past!" Finkel sighed.

Gu Yi looked at the big man in front of him who was picking his toes, and it was hard for him to imagine what the glorious Finger looked like.

"By the way, I don't know your names yet," said Finkel.

"His name is Gu Yi, and my name is Chu Zihang." The cold-faced junior brother's self-introduction was shockingly concise.

Instantly, a hungry green light flashed in Finger's eyes. He jumped off the bed barefoot, causing dust to fall from the ceiling. His vest barely covered his round belly. "It's you two? My day of turning over has finally arrived! Hahahahahaha—"

The crazy laughter echoed in the midnight corridor until shouting and cursing were heard all around.

(End of this chapter)