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

Chapter 36 The Night Before School
Gu Yi pinched Finger tightly, "So you are a fucking running dog of the News Department?"

"Let me correct you," the loser pressed on the mattress raised his greasy index finger, "I should say that all the people in the news department are my dogs." There were still potato chip crumbs on the corners of his grinning mouth, making him look like a mouse that had stolen oil.

Gu Yi was furious, "In other words, every word I say to you will become a hot topic on the Night Watch forum?!" The iron bed made a wailing sound as it was about to fall apart as it shook violently.

"Clicks are worth Galleons, Junior Brother!" Finkel managed to utter with difficulty, on the verge of suffocation. "Poor people have their own philosophy of survival."

"Then I'll let you see my way of dealing with people!" The golden light in Gu Yi's eyes suddenly increased, and he suddenly caught a glimpse of the cold light seeping in through the crack in the door, casting a third shadow on the ground.

Chu Zihang pushed open the door, his sweatshirt zipped up tightly, just below his Adam's apple. Finger immediately curled up like a shrimp and screamed, "Junior brother with facial paralysis! Help! This S-rank is trying to murder me!"

Gu Yi's foot rolled heavily over the other's back. "You used to call him the cold-faced junior brother, why did you change your tone to look expressionless?"

"Because I originally thought he just liked to keep a cold face." The golden-haired loser suddenly straightened up like a corpse, "Now I realize he really has a cold face!"

"I also found out that you are a real bitch!" Gu Yi grabbed the pillow and pressed it against that bitch face. A dull howl was heard amidst the flying down.

“I joined the Lionheart Society.”

Chu Zihang's calm voice cut through the clamor like a scalpel. The two struggling figures suddenly froze, and when Finger sat up with his hair down, he looked like a dandelion.

"what?"

The double exclamation made the window frame buzz. Gu Yi let go and jumped out of bed. "Didn't you say you need to think about it for a while?"

"Normal, normal," Finkel patted the debris off his body, as if performing some mysterious dust-clearing ritual. "Our expressionless junior brother's temperament—" he suddenly clasped his hands together like a samurai sword, holding it to the tip of his nose, "is simply tailor-made for the Lionheart Society."

Chu Zihang untied his sports wristband. "They found my rating on the forum and reached an agreement after meeting with Norton Hall tonight."

"What are the membership benefits?" Finger suddenly approached like a hyena smelling meat. "Free alchemical weapon maintenance? Priority access to missions? Or the ability to reserve afternoon tea with beautiful female members?"

Chu Zihang shook his head.

"There has to be some kind of ceremony, right?" Finkel insisted, clinging to the railing of the upper bunk. "Like, swearing a blood oath in front of the portrait of the first president? Or carving their names somewhere?"

"The oath will be taken at Norton Hall next week." Chu Zihang unscrewed the mineral water bottle and took two sips.

"So boring!" Finkel slumped back onto the bed. "Do you know how hardcore the student union initiation ceremony is? Running naked! Running around Amber Hall three times!"

Gu Yi was unscrewing the soda bottle when white foam spurted out: "Are you going to do something this big?"

"What do you think?" Finkel said, "The moonlight flowing on the young man's tight gluteus maximus is the breath of freedom! It's a hymn to youth!"

"So you too..." Gu Yi's eyes gradually drifted towards the other person's loose waistband.

"Of course!" Finkel puffed out his chest proudly. "I deliberately chose the night of the new moon. I can be called a ghost runner in the dark night."

The silent Chu Zihang suddenly turned around, a barely perceptible ripple crossing his indifferent eyes. "Did Caesar Gattuso also participate?" "More than just participate!" Finger suddenly raised his voice in an aria. "That nobleman rushed to the front carrying a hunting knife. The moonlight gilded his buttocks with silver that shone brighter than his Dick Tudo! In his opinion, he would have won first place even if he ran naked."

Gu Yi shook his head. "I'd rather be chased and bitten by Deadpool than join the student union. It's too explosive."

"So, do you want to join the Lionheart Club?" Chu Zihang suddenly said, "They asked me to tell them that the Lionheart Club's doors are always open to S-rank."

"No, I really don't want to join any clubs. Brother, you know me well. I'm a quiet person by nature."

Chu Zihang nodded: "Okay."

Finger spoke slowly from the upper bunk, "That's not right. You're S-rank, so you're already at the top of the academy's food chain. Of course, you don't need to join an organization."

"By the way, Finger," Gu Yi looked up, "don't you have a backdoor to the Night Watch Forum? Delete all the posts related to me."

"This won't do! It's too obvious!" Finger jumped up like a cat whose tail was stepped on. "If the vice-principal finds the backdoor loophole, I'll be devastated! I'm still trying to make a fortune from this!"

"I'll cover your midnight snacks this semester, but you have to ensure the hygiene of your dorm and yourself."

"Deal!" Finger instantly turned into a hyena pouncing on the keyboard, his nails tapping like a rainstorm. "Dad, how much do you want to delete? Top ten or top twenty? Or all of them?"

"Deleted them all."

Gu Yi stared at the cascading [Deleted] logos on his screen when he suddenly heard the crunch of a metal can being crushed. Finger was sipping the last few drops of Coke through a straw, like a brown bear licking a honey pot.

"By the way, Junior Brother, how about you bring tomorrow night's supper up to noon?" Finkel molded the can into an abstract sculpture. "It just so happens that I have to attend Old Man Ange's class."

"You're taking this class too?" Gu Yi was about to explode again, "Do repeaters need to retake 'Dragon Genealogy'?"

"To be precise, this is my third retake." Finkel raised his thumb and flashed his white teeth. "By the way, Junior Brother with Paralyzed Face, have you chosen this class?"

Chu Zihang shook his head. "I heard this course is difficult. The principal is very strict about essays, so many people choose to take it in their junior and senior years when the pressure is less. So I'm going to take 'Dragon Tribe and World Mythology History' first. It starts at 10 AM."

"What a mistake!" Finger pounded the bed like a bereaved mother. "I was thinking of tricking one more person into accompanying me in my rebuilding."

"Didn't you say that it's better to take this course in the freshman year? Didn't you say that it's easier in the freshman year?" Gu Yi's voice was as cold as frost.

"If I don't say so, you won't choose, Junior Brother."

"Fingal!" Gu Yi suddenly jumped onto Fengal's bed.

Dormitory 303 was filled with the sound of pig-slaughtering cries: "Brother is being murdered!"

(End of this chapter)