Dragon Raja: Oh no! Lu Mingfei has been diagnosed with depression!

The black Hummer sped down the road, with Caesar and Chu Zihang sitting in the back, admiring the Tokyo skyline in the early morning.

This is a city that is always running. Everywhere you look, you see commuters rushing to work. Large crowds surge across the streets in front of them, and everyone's face shows anxiety. Pedestrians cross the street at a fast pace, and those in front are almost being pushed by those behind.

"Unexpectedly, we ended up being the two who had the most free time."

Caesar was somewhat melancholy. Fingel, unusually early in the morning, was washing up while complaining that Norma had assigned him a new task. The principal had arranged for another freshman to work with them and that they would arrive in Japan this morning on a special plane. The principal had specifically asked Fingel to go and pick them up at the airport.

Caesar also saw the email sent by the principal. In the email, the flamboyant old gentleman repeatedly assured Fingel that the new student would be a very beautiful Russian girl. He thought highly of Fingel, which was why he went against his conscience and gave this opportunity to this good-for-nothing who had repeated four years.

They didn't see Lu Mingfei when they went downstairs, but they did receive a note from him at the front desk. The note said that he was going to accompany the head of the Uesugi family to go out for a stroll today, and that Caesar and Chu Zihang should make their own arrangements after they finished sparring with Genjiro.

Caesar stared at the note in silence for a long time, lamenting in his heart that the other two members of the group had beautiful girls by their side, while he could only sit with a wooden-faced guy, and then he had to fight another wooden guy.

"After sparring with Genjiro, I will stay at the kendo dojo to learn Japanese swordsmanship. Lu Mingfei said that the Japanese branch has hired many masters of various schools."

Chu Zihang glanced at his phone. "So the only one who's truly free is you."

Has anyone ever told you that you're bad at chatting?

"Indeed, someone said that."

Chu Zihang paused for a moment, then nodded. "But Lu Mingfei told me that it's not a big deal if you're not good at conversation. As long as your words are sharp enough, others will understand what you mean..."

"stop!"

Caesar quickly called a halt, staring at him in disbelief:

"Weren't we always together? What have you been doing behind my back? Now you're talking about Lu Mingfei like it's some kind of Confucian classic."

"We didn't stay together when we slept."

Chu Zihang silently turned his head back. "I exchanged contact information with Lu Mingfei. I had some insomnia last night, and Lu Mingfei was also awake, so we chatted for a while. He's very capable."

"Of course I know he's amazing, but shouldn't I be included in this kind of thing?"

Caesar was taken aback. "You're making me think I'm being ostracized!"

"I thought you weren't interested in online chatting..."

Chu Zihang felt a little embarrassed. After Caesar's words, he realized that this kind of thing did indeed seem to have the potential to exclude his companions. He opened his phone and hesitated for a moment:

"Do you have QQ on your phone? Lu Mingfei uses QQ..."

Sakura was driving in front. She didn't mean to eavesdrop, but Caesar and Chu Zihang didn't lower their voices when they talked, so she heard their conversation clearly.

Are they really the elites from headquarters?

Sakura couldn't help but speculate in her heart. To be honest, she didn't sense any seriousness from Caesar and Chu Zihang. They were on their way to the kendo dojo, where they would be facing the young master of the Snake Clan, the only emperor among Japanese half-bloods!

But what are they doing now? They're arguing over a man, like two girls in high school fighting over a boy, while the boy is with another girl and doesn't care about them at all.

With Chu Zihang's help, Caesar finally downloaded the software, registered an account with great excitement, and turned to look at Chu Zihang, his eyes asking, "What's next?"

Chu Zihang took Caesar's phone expressionlessly, opened the account's homepage, and saw a selfie of Caesar. The photo was obviously taken at a banquet. Caesar was wearing a tuxedo and standing in front of velvet and crystal chandeliers, with his eyebrows raised and his chest muscles so prominent they seemed about to burst out.

Chu Zihang's eye twitched, and he couldn't help but remind him:

"You don't have to use your own photo as your profile picture; you can use something else."

"I know, but don't you think this photo is cool?"

Caesar raised an eyebrow, carefully admiring the photo, and nodded in satisfaction. "I think this photo is quite good... Don't worry about these things. Give me back my phone when you're done. I need to take some more photos to post on the college forum."

Chu Zihang stopped talking, silently added Caesar as a friend, created a small group, and after thinking for a while, sent a text message to Fingel and got his QQ number. This guy was a master of surfing the internet and had basically registered accounts for every popular software.

Thus, a small group of four was established. Chu Zihang gave Caesar and Lu Mingfei administrator privileges and returned the phone to Caesar.

"Is that all?"

Caesar stared at the screen in surprise. Fingel sent a message as soon as he joined the group:

"No, why do you all have that permission but I don't?"

"I protest! This is discrimination against students who have repeated a grade! I also want administrator privileges!"

The phone kept vibrating. When this guy opened the member list, he felt like the sky had fallen. There were three privileged dogs riding on his head.

The chat interface was scrolling by at high speed. Finger used the fastest typing speed of his life to protest their injustice and vowed to fight for administrator privileges.

Caesar ignored the oblivious guy and started studying the group chat function on his own. In just a few minutes, he figured out how to use it.

He logged out, first muted Fingel, and then changed the group name to "Dragon Slayer Squad".

Caesar snapped his fingers, feeling that the name suited them well. Apart from Fingel, the other three members of this group were all elite dragon slayers!

On a sudden whim, he turned on his camera, held his phone against the car door, adjusted the angle, and watched the bustling traffic rush past him. Caesar faced the camera with an air of righteousness, pressed the shutter, and sent the photo to the group chat.

At Narita Airport, Fingel stared at the flashy selfie on the screen and felt a wave of dizziness. He gritted his teeth and typed furiously, wanting to continue denouncing Chu Zihang's injustice, but the pop-up mute notification was like a bucket of cold water poured over him.

"Power-hungry dog!"

Fingel cursed under his breath, then put his phone away and continued to stand in the crowd holding up the sign that read "Zero," staring longingly at the exit.

"Kassel College?"

A nearly transparent hand waved in front of Fingel's eyes.

Fingel was startled, thinking, "Where did this monster come from? It doesn't even have a physical form! Is it a ghost in broad daylight?"

He backed away repeatedly until he finally saw the owner of the hand.

She was a petite girl with skin so white it was almost translucent, and light-colored blonde hair braided and tied into a hairpin.