He is currently in the Dragon Clan and has married Erii.

"My brother isn't here again today. He promised to play games with me! I don't like him going out. Every time he comes home after disappearing, he always has a strange smell on him..."

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47. A Day of Freedom

After lying in the hospital bed for nearly a month, Tang Yu felt like his bones were about to rust!

"If I keep lying here like this, I'm going to go crazy!" Tang Yu yelled in frustration on his hospital bed one day.

Just as he was plotting his "escape," the muscular medic from the medical department pushed open the door.

"Mr. Tang Yu, your health has recovered very well during this time, and you are ready to be discharged from the hospital! However, please do not engage in strenuous physical labor and try to avoid consuming animal fats..."

The doctor talked on and on, but Tang Yu let it go in one ear and out the other; he only had one thought in his mind.

I'm finally free!!!

The day Tang Yu was discharged from the hospital was a major event for the entire Kassel College!

A large group of students gathered outside the medical department, banging drums and gongs to welcome Tang Yu home. There were even a few pretty girls holding flowers and rubbing them against Tang Yu.

For Kassel College, a peculiar university obsessed with slaying dragons, a dragon slayer who has faced the Dragon King is like a legendary hero, worthy of everyone's admiration.

Tang Yu, who suffers from mild social anxiety, had never seen anything like this before. He looked at the students who had come to see him with admiration with some embarrassment, and soon he was so frightened that he fled in panic.

Wherever he went, the crowd would automatically part to make way. That scene inexplicably reminded Tang Yu of the myth of Moses parting the Red Sea…

At the very edge of the crowd, Tang Yu spotted Lu Mingfei and Fingel, the two good-for-nothings with smirks on their faces, grabbing Tang Yu's hand and showering him with concern.

Beside the useless brothers were two unexpected people: Chu Zihang with a cold expression and Caesar with a smile in his eyes.

Tang Yu chatted with Lu Mingfei for a few minutes, hugged Fingel, and then walked over to Caesar and bumped fists with him.

As for Chu Zihang... Tang Yu still hasn't figured out how to get along with someone with a poker face.

A slight nod was enough to acknowledge Chu Zihang's greeting.

Lu Mingfei looked extremely excited. He patted Tang Yu on the shoulder forcefully and said with a big smile, "Good brother, congratulations on being discharged from the hospital! Where should we go to have fun tonight?"

Just as Tang Yu was about to speak, Caesar, who was standing next to them, stopped him.

"Don't rush to discuss where to go for fun, business comes first! There's a big event between the Lionheart Club and the Student Council tomorrow, do you want to participate?"

"What kind of event?" Tang Yu had a guess in his mind.

"A day of freedom! This is a legitimate activity that we won from the principal through our own efforts, and the disciplinary committee can't touch us." Caesar looked very proud.

"You can think of it as a large-scale live-action CS game, but maybe a bit more realistic... How about it, interested?"

"I hope you can join us," said Chu Zihang, the expressionless man on the other side. "Join us and fight alongside the Lionheart Society!"

Tang Yu had originally wanted to join the Lionheart Society, so he was a little reserved at this moment, and then reluctantly accepted Chu Zihang's invitation, officially becoming a member of the Lionheart Society.

Unlike the student council, the Lionheart Society doesn't spend money extravagantly, so their initiation gifts are quite ordinary: a high-strength carbon steel dagger and a small gold medal engraved with a lion's head.

Tang Yu held the medal in front of his eyes, turning it over and over in his hands for a long time, before gently pinning it to his collar.

……

The next day.

Just as dawn was breaking, Tang Yu was awakened from his deep sleep by a series of urgent phone notifications.

The phone screen lit up slightly, displaying a majestic golden lion—the Lionheart Society's dedicated communication channel.

"All trainees, please proceed to the Moro Pavilion immediately to collect your equipment. Freedom Day will officially begin in half an hour. Today, there are no rules, only slaughter. Let the revelry begin!"

"This copywriter is a master; reading it has me feeling quite excited."

Tang Yu quickly dressed, took care of her personal hygiene in the restroom, and headed straight for the Moro Pavilion.

The Moro Building is a large three-story Western-style building with lead-gray stone walls, mottled reliefs, and old-fashioned wooden windows. This simple building seems out of place with the luxurious Kassel College.

However, it is the most historically valuable building in the Kassel College.

If you look closely, you'll see that although the building is simple, it reveals a touch of luxury in certain details.

Yes, this is the original headquarters of the Lionheart Society. After the "Summer Mourning" incident, only Angers remained of the original Lionheart Society. This old man spent more than ten years rebuilding the Lionheart Society and then restored this building as the Lionheart Society's headquarters.

Although the current student council is on par with the Lionheart Club in terms of strength, it is far inferior to the Lionheart Club in terms of its historical foundation.

In front of the Moro Pavilion, which is steeped in history, President Chu Zihang was already waiting fully armed.

He carried a long sword called "Muramasame" on his back and a gun resembling a Chicago typewriter hanging at his waist. This bizarre fusion of cold weapons and firearms had a strange aesthetic. Tang Yu almost couldn't help but blurt out an old internet meme.

"My lord, times have changed!"

Tang Yu lowered his head, gathered his equipment, then pulled down his mask and pretended to be invisible, blending into a group of Lionheart Society agents, intending to survive until the end of Freedom Day.

Tang Yu didn't expect to carry the whole team. After all, he was just a greenhorn. Apart from his invincible naval warfare ability, his combat power was basically equivalent to air in front of a group of elites.

However, Tang Yu seemed to have forgotten one thing: those two old guys, Angers and Mans, had agreed to a condition for him a month ago...

……

Kassel College, Principal's Office.

The layout of the principal's office has remained unchanged since its inception. Angers is a sentimental person who likes to reminisce about his life in his own little space.

At that moment, the gentle old man stood by the window, holding a cup of expensive Blue Mountain coffee. Listening to the noisy voices below, he couldn't help but sigh.

"It's so good to be young! I went through the same thing back then."

Angers reminisced about his youthful days, then downed his coffee in one gulp and dialed someone's number.

“Mans, Freedom Day has begun, it’s time to keep my promise… Be careful not to let those little guys find out, I don’t want to leave a stain on my educational history of ‘helping students do things behind the scenes’.”

"Don't worry!" Mans replied calmly on the other end, then cut off the communication.

At this moment, the thug in the suit was standing on the top of the pavilion in Valhalla, peering through the narrow window at the students who were all ready to go.

Beside him was a greasy middle-aged man dressed in 19th-century Western cowboy attire, with a beer belly, who looked somewhat puzzled.

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48 An unfavorable start

"Hey Mans, what exactly are you and that old Angers up to?"

“When did the vice principal start getting involved?” Mans took a puff of his cigar. “He just wants to pull some strings behind the scenes to help a certain kid win the championship.”

Upon hearing this, the Night's Watchman's expression froze. The shock he received from this news was even greater than when he learned of the Japanese attack on Pearl Harbor.

After a long silence, the severely out-of-shape vice principal finally spoke up, "Angers always claims to be an excellent educator, but would an educator help students cheat?"

Mans shrugged, his expression nonchalant. "Once or twice is fine, but I'll have to trouble the vice principal to temporarily curb the suppression of [Discipline] on me later."

“Since this is Angers’ idea, I won’t say anything more.” The Night Watchman pulled out a half-empty bottle of beer from a pile of striptease magazines and gulped it down.

"Anyway, if the board of directors finds out about this, they'll only go after Angers, not bother this old codger."

Mans nodded, neither agreeing nor disagreeing.

……

"Bang!"

The whistling sound of bullets cutting through the air shattered the tranquility of the mountain morning.

This was the first shot of Freedom Day, marking the official start of this student carnival.

The student council and the Lionheart Society had roughly the same number of members and similar weapon configurations.

Therefore, to achieve final victory, it still depends on the battle of wits between the two commanders, plus a tiny bit of luck...

"One small team will charge in and take that high ground over by the parking lot as quickly as possible," Lancelot, the second-in-command of the Lionheart Society and the same name as a medieval Knight of the Round Table, said in the communications.

Upon receiving the order, several Lionheart members dressed in blue slung their weapons over their backs, grabbed several riot shields, and charged forward, launching a fearless assault toward the parking lot.

Unfortunately, Tang Yu was among these brave soldiers who launched their fearless charge.

The Moro Pavilion is very close to the parking lot, only about 200 meters away, but this is not an advantage for the Lionheart Society. The problem is that this section of the road is flat and open, with no cover whatsoever that can be used as a shelter.

In other words, charging down this route is equivalent to exposing one's own flesh and blood directly to enemy fire.

From a tactical perspective, most members of this "first squad" were destined to be cannon fodder; they would all fall on the way to the charge.

However, their sacrifices were all meaningful!

If the Lionhearts take control of the high ground near the parking lot first, they will instantly gain an overwhelming advantage over the Student Council.

That hill was notoriously easy to defend and difficult to attack. Due to its terrain, even snipers couldn't hit the people on the hill.

Seizing the high ground signifies a stage victory!

Seeing the Lionheart Society members launch their attack, the student council was not to be outdone.

The student council members, dressed in fiery red battle suits, with their front-line members also wielding large shields, protected the firepower behind them as they swiftly pressed towards the target.

Compared to the Lionheart Society, the student council's headquarters are still some distance from the high ground. If it's simply a matter of speed, then the Lionheart Society will definitely come out on top first.

Therefore... the student council needs to use some other methods.

Standing on the top floor of the Moro Hall, Lancelot, who was in charge, keenly noticed the unusual behavior of the student council group.

At first glance, the student council's assault team seemed to be quite conventional, with the front line and output positions very evenly spaced and the defense tight, not giving the snipers any chance to pick off any targets.

But upon closer inspection, their positions seem to have some subtle differences.

There seem to be too many defenders in the squad!

A dozen or so defenders stood on the outermost edges of each direction, forming a thick defensive circle. Inside the circle, four or five strong, muscular men could be vaguely seen.

Lancelot instinctively sensed something was wrong, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it, so he could only frown and stare intently at the student council team, not giving them any chance to pull off any tricks.

But he failed.

When the two teams closed the distance to a certain point, the student council team suddenly stopped without warning.

The burly men in the very center of the group revealed a strange smile. They reached into their crotches (?) and pulled out several regularly shaped oval objects.

"This is bad." These two words simultaneously popped into the minds of every member of the Lionheart Society's First Squad.

The truth is out! Although the student council team put on a show of wanting to seize the high ground, it was just a feint. Their real goal was not only to seize the high ground, but also to take down the Lionheart Society's first team.

These "alchemy grenades" are products sealed in the ice cellar, gadgets developed by a member of an equipment department in his spare time.

Like the Frigg bullets, these grenades do not cause serious harm to the human body. Upon detonation, the alchemical chemicals contained inside the grenade are ejected, causing anyone who comes into contact with it to fall into a short-term drowsy state.