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

Every day when Chu Zihang opens his eyes, he is met with overwhelming praise from the outside world and relentless paparazzi, which once gave our Lionheart Association president a great headache.

Mixed-race people around the world have been very excited these past few days. Similarly, the main campus of Kassel College in Illinois is experiencing a similar level of excitement.

Most of the faculty and students abandoned their work, indulging in the joy of slaying the Dragon King. No one could escape this joy; even the lunatics from the equipment department crawled out from underground.

This dangerous group, with their potentially explosive "devices," cast a shadow over the otherwise cheerful Kassel College.

……

Kassel College, Principal's Office.

At this moment, Angers, dressed in a custom Armani suit, was quietly leaning back in his executive chair, with a steaming cup of hot cocoa beside him, looking quite relaxed.

Angers is indeed very leisurely.

Even in the principal's office, Angers' keen hearing allowed him to faintly hear the melodious tune coming from the Amber Hall.

"Caesar has trained these musicians well; they're at a master level!" Angers murmured in admiration.

After a long while, the music ended, and the sounds coming from the Amber Pavilion gradually became noisy. Angers then opened his eyes, and in his pupils, which were like those of a lion king on the African savanna, a flash of golden light as fierce as a sword disappeared.

"Hey! Angers, I'm not trying to be mean, but who are you trying to fool with that deadpan look on your face?" A somewhat dejected middle-aged male voice came from the sofa next to the desk.

The owner of the voice is also a very famous person: the vice principal of Kassel College, a legendary alchemy mentor, and a member of the Night's Watch!

“It’s just you and me here. If we don’t put this up for you, are we going to put it up for the ghosts?” Angers answered the night watchman’s question. This guy spoke the most infuriating words in the gentlest voice, clearly lacking the harsh realities of life.

The Night's Watchman's eyes flickered with fire. He clenched his fist several times, then slowly relaxed it, but ultimately he didn't strike...

It's not that we don't want to fight, it's that we're too afraid to fight!

Just kidding. Although both of them are centenarian monsters, the Night's Watchman is not as skilled as Angers.

While the effects of Word of Power: Discipline are indeed incredibly powerful, it can only suppress hybrids whose bloodline level is lower than that of the caster.

The Night's Watch's bloodline rating is "A", but Angers' bloodline rating is a dazzling "S".

Therefore, the Night Watchman's Word of Power had no effect on Angers; in Angers' eyes, he was basically just an ordinary person with slightly better physical abilities.

Even if Angers, considering their decades-long friendship, were to hold back a bit during the duel, allowing the Night's Watch to use his hands and feet, he could still use his face to press the Night's Watch to the ground and rub it back and forth.

Angers had no idea that so many things had flashed through the Night's Watchman's mind in an instant; he simply sighed softly.

"I really miss those days! Back then, Yamahiko and I used to play like this, but things have changed so much now, sigh..."

"You've even learned some Chinese idioms after just a few days?" The Night Watchman looked at Angers with surprise, his expression somewhere between looking at a god and a curly-haired baboon.

“You…” Angers was momentarily speechless. The somber atmosphere he had painstakingly created was instantly shattered by the Night Watchman’s words.

The atmosphere gradually veered further and further down the path of "joy" and "silliness," the kind that nothing could pull back...

"Ahem... Enough with the reminiscing, let's get down to business."

Angers became serious, lit a cigar, and pulled a document from his desk drawer.

On the kraft paper file folder, a tin seal was branded, with the pattern of a half-decayed World Tree on the seal, indicating that this was a confidential document.

Based on the confidentiality level of the executive department, this document is classified as approximately Level A.

With the authority of the principal and the night watchman, they could both access this document.

The night watchman took the brown paper bag and spent a few minutes flipping through the documents inside. Then, the greasy, pot-bellied middle-aged man's face suddenly darkened.

"What the hell are those bastards trying to do? Chu Zihang and the others are heroes of the Secret Society now. Do those bastards want to incur the wrath of the masses?" the Night Watchman roared angrily.

Faced with his old friend's anger, Angers helplessly shrugged, "Do you think those bastards would do something so stupid? They're very clean in their dealings; they would never let you catch them red-handed."

“But…” The night watchman trembled with anger. He slammed the file onto the desk, his face flushed with rage.

"What do you mean by 'questionable bloodline'? So, of the seven-man team that went to the capital this time, only the Gattuso family heir is a normal person, and the rest are all traitors with questionable bloodlines?"

“What’s the point of yelling at me?” Angers looked at his old friend helplessly. “If you’re so tough, why don’t you take a high-explosive bomb from the Armaments Department and go take those bastards on the Board of Trustees down with you!”

"Well... let's forget about it." The Night Watchman decisively backed down. "I'd rather save my old life to avenge my student!"

Although the Night Watchman's expression was very calm, Angers could see... a bone-chilling coldness, like the coldest days of winter.

As expected, the Night's Watchman remained silent for a moment before speaking again.

"Heh... Pontine splitting surgery, leukotomy, prefrontal lobe resection... How could those bastards even think of such things! Do they really think that by clinging to a little power, they can control everything? The Elders' Council? The Board of Trustees? They are nothing but rotten products created by a bunch of greedy bastards under the circumstances of the times!"

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113 Lonely George

“Is that so? I think so too.” Angers shifted into a more comfortable position, leaning back in his chair, his gaze fixed intently on the Night’s Watch. “Since they are corrupt, then… my old friend, how about doing something big with me?”

"What's the big deal?" the Night's Watchman asked instinctively, then immediately regretted it.

Because Angers' expression was unusually serious, the Night's Watch had already guessed what the old man was about to say.

As the watchman expected, after a moment of silence, Angers uttered words brimming with murderous intent.

"Old friend, let's do something big! Together, let's bring those bastards from the school board down from their pedestals, and from now on, the Secret Party will have no more elders!"

"What about Nalisa?" the Night Watchman countered.

"There's always a way!" Angers scratched his head awkwardly, his hard-earned confidence crumbling once again.

"Alright, let's not talk about Lisa for now!" The Night Watchman's expression was serious. He knew they were discussing something of utmost importance, so he dropped his usual "weird old man" demeanor.

Surprisingly, when the Night's Watch gets serious, they actually have a very manly feel to them.

As the Night Watchman spoke, he gradually entered a state of deep concentration, as if he had rediscovered the passion of his youth—the wisdom unique to the legendary alchemist.

The Night Watchman: "My old friend, how are you going to overthrow the Board of Governors? All by yourself? Don't be naive! Putting aside the Board of Governors' overt power, those old monsters preserved in life support pods who should have been dead decades ago are enough to give you a run for your money!"

"They were legendary figures with pure bloodlines decades ago. Now, although they've become neither human nor ghost, three of them could still take on one of you without a problem. So, tell me, how do you plan to fight them?"

The Night Watchman took a breath and continued his analysis: "Leaving aside high-end combat capabilities, to overthrow the Board of Trustees, you need sufficient troops, right? The Executive Department is unusable; there are too many Board of Trustees spies within it. We can't command the Equipment Department, and the tenured professors are a bunch of madmen who only care about science..."

"There are only a few big cats and small cats left. Do you expect us trainees to rise to the top?"

The watchman's lips moved up and down, spitting everywhere, almost washing Angers' face.

"Why are you so agitated? I didn't say anything about the trainees pushing forward." Angers calmly took out a white handkerchief from his breast pocket, gently wiped the drool off his face, and soothed his angry old friend.

"How can you be so calm? Do we have some hidden power?" The Night Watchman asked, his expression genuinely puzzled.

Angers has always been a mysterious old man. Even though the Night's Watchman is Angers' closest living friend, he still doesn't know what Angers is up to.

After a moment of silence, Angers stared into the Night Watchman's eyes and said softly, "I've contacted those mixed-race people in the West, and... something interesting has happened at the Japanese branch recently. I'm confident I can get them to join us in dealing with the Board of Governors."

"Wait a minute, there's too much information, let me catch my breath." The Night Watchman rubbed his head and began to analyze slowly and methodically.

“Angers, didn’t you despise those cowardly guys in the West the most? Why are you thinking of joining forces with them now?”

“I had no choice but to accept the situation! Compared to those bastards in the West, I still hate those old guys on the board of directors more!” Angers replied.

"What about the Japanese branch? Those unruly lunatics, aside from respecting you, have always looked down on everyone else in the academy." The Night Watchman was slightly worried.

“You don’t need to worry about that! I have my own way of handling them.” Angers squinted, took a puff of his cigar, and then exhaled a milky white smoke ring.

Snow-white smoke filled the air, carrying a unique tobacco aroma.

"So... old friend, wanna pull this off?"

The night watchman fell silent.

As time went by, the eyes of this former "most handsome man in the West" gradually turned red, the veins on his forehead bulged, and the muscles on his body gradually changed from relaxed to tense.

After a long while, the night watchman suddenly slammed his hand on the table, and Angers' poor table immediately shattered into pieces.

However, Angers didn't care. He just smiled at his old friend and waited for him to continue.

After letting out a hard sigh, the Night Watchman began to curse: "Damn it, I did it! Those bastards who gave birth to sons without an anus should have been removed from office long ago. The best place for them is to become toilet paper in a public toilet, having intimate contact with strangers' anuses every day!"

Listening to the Night's Watchmen's curses, Angers smiled knowingly; he had already foreseen this outcome.

Like Angers, the Night Watchman always identified himself as an "educator".

An educator, even the most unsuccessful or incompetent one, would never allow anyone to harm their students in front of them.

And so, on this ordinary evening, the dragon slayer and the Night's Watch joined forces to declare that the life of the ancient and authoritative Board of Governors was coming to an end.

……

After returning from slaying the dragon in the capital, Tang Yu's life returned to normal. Apart from the first few days when paparazzi kept following him, his days were uneventful.

During the day, Tang Yu would attend lectures and conduct fun experiments with Professor Mans; at night, he would shamelessly sneak into the student council's parties to eat and drink to his heart's content, and in the early hours of the morning, he would play StarCraft online with Lu Mingfei.

My days are very fulfilling.

By the way, thanks to Lu Mingfei's tireless efforts, Tang Yu's interstellar technology has finally made great progress!

At least... he's not as bad as before, making his teammates question their existence.

In the blink of an eye, a month passed.

After finishing their not-too-busy coursework, Tang Yu and Lu Mingfei took Fingel to the cafeteria for a meal of braised pork knuckle.

The other two returned to their dormitories first, while Tang Yu walked alone through the beautiful campus of Kassel College, digesting his food as he strolled...

When Tang Yu walked into a grove of trees, he suddenly stopped.

"Judging by the time, they should be almost there by now..."

Tang Yu murmured something softly, then took out his phone from his pocket and dialed a number at the top of his contact list.

The contact's profile picture is quite interesting; it's an adorable tortoise, scientifically known as a giant tortoise. This is the last giant tortoise on Earth, hence its melancholic name—Lonely George.

The man on the other end of the phone had been very lonely for the first twenty-odd years of his life, just like George, but thanks to someone's change, he was able to enjoy all kinds of happiness in the second half of his life, which was indeed good news for him who had been lonely.

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114 The Current State of Neon

A pleasant melody came from the phone; the voice was very familiar, probably the theme song from some popular anime.

A moment later, the ringing stopped, and a clear, slightly hoarse male voice came through the receiver.

"Mr. Tang Yu, this is Yuan Zhisheng! You finally called!"

When speaking with Tang Yu, Genji used honorifics. Apart from Tachibana Masamune, Tang Yu was the first person whom the young master of the Snake Clan would respect so much.