Dragon Raja: Lu Mingfei finds a Freylian

"Literature club? You like writing?" Xia Mi didn't realize that Lu Mingfei was a literary talent.

Lu Mingfei scratched his head: "Actually, I joined because I have a crush on the club president."

"Wow!" Xia Mi exaggeratedly covered her mouth, "Our S-class also has the thrill of puberty! Tell us!"

"It's nothing. I liked Chen Wenwen back then. She was the president of the Shilan Literary Society. I thought she was like a fairy. When we were reading, the sunlight shone on her hair, and she looked so beautiful."

"And then? Did you confess your feelings?"

Chu Zihang coughed loudly, and Xia Mi looked at him suspiciously.

"No, I was very insecure back then."

"and after?"

"Later," Lu Mingfei said, gazing at the candlelight, "I later discovered that she wasn't actually that perfect, and that she liked Zhao Menghua. My crush faded away."

Xia Mi patted his shoulder: "First love shattered, Senior Brother Lu!"

"It's not exactly disillusionment," Lu Mingfei smiled. "It's just that I realized I liked the image of her in my imagination, not the real her."

Frillie looked at him quietly: "The fact that you understand this shows that you have grown up."

The rain grew heavier, and the candle burned down to one-third of its length, the wax pooling in the glass tray like a small lake.

"Knock," the landlady knocked on the door, and Lu Mingfei called out, "Come in."

The aunt pushed open the door and came in, carrying a plate of freshly baked flatbreads, which she placed on the coffee table with a smile.

"Freshly baked, eat it while it's hot!" she said, putting down the teapot.

The biscuits are golden and crispy, drizzled with amber-colored honey, and served with a pot of steaming black tea.

Xia Mi couldn't wait to grab a piece and take a bite. Her eyes lit up immediately: "This is so delicious!"

With his mouth full, Lu Mingfei mumbled in agreement, "Auntie, it's such a waste that you don't open a shop with your skills."

Frillie sipped her black tea slowly, thinking it was better to chew slowly and carefully.

"Xia Mi, Xia Mi," Lu Mingfei swallowed the food in his mouth, "You're going to Kassel soon, you need to be prepared."

“That’s right,” Chu Zihang nodded.

Xia Mi blinked: "Explain in detail?"

Frilian put down her teacup and said calmly, "Principal Angers's 'Dragon Family Genealogy' has very little blackboard writing; most of it is PowerPoint presentations."

Chu Zihang added: "Vice Principal Flamel's 'Fundamentals of Alchemy' focuses on his oral explanations; the textbook itself is not that important."

Xia Mi took out her notebook and wrote down: "So, you can slack off in Principal Angers' class, but you must be fully focused in Vice Principal Flamel's class?"

“No,” the three said in unison, “both courses have a high failure rate, so it’s best to put in the effort for both.”

"The Mapo Tofu at the Chinese food window on the first floor of the cafeteria is limited," Lu Mingfei said in a low voice, as if revealing a huge secret, "If you go late, only strawberry dumplings will be left."

“The cakes at the dessert window on the second floor are available every Friday,” Freya said.

Chu Zihang suggested: "If you want to eat cake without queuing, I suggest arriving at the window 20 minutes early to avoid peak hours."

Xia Mi: "Are cafeterias this particular?"

“Who says otherwise?” Lu Mingfei often ate at the cafeteria with Frilian.

"You have to choose your courses early," Chu Zihang said. "Popular elective courses fill up within five minutes."

Frillie added, "If you can't get a spot, you can try 'Magic Mechanical Design.' Although there's a lot of homework, the grades are pretty good."

“Never choose art history!” Lu Mingfei lamented. “Last time I submitted a 5,000-word paper, and the professor commented, ‘It’s very well written, don’t write it again next time,’ and finally gave me a bad grade.”

Xia Mi asked curiously, "How do I increase my credits?"

“Accept the mission,” Chu Zihang said succinctly. “Internship missions in the Execution Department, testing missions in the Equipment Department, and even library organization work can earn you extra credits.”

“But try not to take on any tasks from the Equipment Department,” Frillian warned. “Last time they had Lu Mingfei test a new type of aircraft, and he ended up being thrown onto the clock tower.”

Lu Mingfei got angry just thinking about the guys in the equipment department. "Let's not bring up the past."

"The use of incantations is prohibited within the academy," Chu Zihang said, "unless you want to be invited for tea."

“You need a professor’s signature to enter the closed areas of the library,” Frillian said, “but if you have computer skills, you can try hacking in.”

"Don't try it," Chu Zihang interrupted Frilline. "Fingal tried it last month, and his campus card is still frozen."

Xia Mi bit into a baked flatbread, "That sounds so exciting!"

Lu Mingfei sighed: "Don't follow Fingel's example. He's living off my credit card now."

Xia Mi closed her notebook and stretched contentedly: "Alright, the freshman guide is finished!"

Chapter 58 Dangerous Bloodline

Lu Mingfei lay flat on the bed, with Chu Zihang so close beside him that he could hear Chu Zihang's breathing.

"Senior brother, are you asleep?" Lu Mingfei asked softly.

"No."

Lu Mingfei turned his head to the side, and with the moonlight shining through the window, he could count Zihang's eyelashes.

The distance is ridiculously close. If the girls at Shilan Middle School who are infatuated with Chu Zihang knew about this, he would probably be strapped to a rocket and launched to the edge of the solar system.

"Um, Xia Mi and Frillie seem to be asleep," Lu Mingfei said, trying to make conversation. "There's not a sound from next door."

Chu Zihang hummed in agreement and placed his hands, folded over his abdomen.

Silence spread through the room.

Lu Mingfei stared at the crack in the ceiling. When he counted to the thirteenth sheep, he couldn't help but ask again, "Senior brother, did you play games when you were a kid?"

"No."

"Not even once?" Lu Mingfei was so surprised he almost sat up. "Famicom, PSP, arcade games, and stuff like that?"

“I used to think that was a waste of time,” Chu Zihang said. “When I was ten, the girl next door was playing video games, and I watched for an hour. That girl looked a lot like Xia Mi.”

"and then?"

"I left when my mom called me for dinner."

Lu Mingfei opened his mouth, but didn't know what to say.

He recalled how he used to pester his mother to buy him a second-hand Famicom when he was a child, and how he would hide under the covers to play Contra. He also remembered how he cried his eyes out when his game console was confiscated because his grades were dropping.

"Actually, games aren't that great," Lu Mingfei said dryly. "They strain your eyes and cost money."

Chu Zihang was silent for a moment: "The girl next door plays Pokémon. She taught me how to catch Bulbasaur."

Lu Mingfei blinked. His expressionless senior brother remembered it so clearly.

"And then? Did you play it again?"

“Finger lent me a handheld console when I was in college,” Chu Zihang said, “but I only played it for half an hour.”

"why?"

"I'm not used to it," Chu Zihang paused.

Lu Mingfei imagined Chu Zihang sitting in his dormitory, staring seriously at the game console screen, trying to understand entertainment as if it were a task, looking hopelessly clumsy.

"I'll teach you next time!" Lu Mingfei blurted out, "Starting with Kirby, it's simple and fun!"

"it is good."

Lu Mingfei wanted to continue recommending other games, but then he yawned, and sleepiness washed over him like a tidal wave.

"Tired?" Chu Zihang asked.

“A little,” Lu Mingfei’s voice became muffled. “Goodnight, senior brother.”

Chu Zihang listened as the breathing beside him gradually became even and deep. He gently shook his head, closed his eyes, and prepared to fall asleep.

Meanwhile, at the main campus of Kassel College.

In the dead of night, only one lamp was lit in the conference room, casting three elongated shadows on the wall.

Schneider, Manstein, and Guderian stood around a table with a briefcase on it.

"Is this the box that the 'Three Young Masters' hunter team sent away?" Guderian pushed up his glasses. "Where was it found?"

“The executives found it in the container area of ​​the Port of Chicago,” Schneider said. “It shouldn’t have been opened yet.”

Manstein frowned, beads of sweat forming on his bald head: "Now that we've found it, why not just send it back to the Board of Trustees? This is a hot potato."

“Because I want to know what’s inside,” Schneider interrupted him, pulling a pair of hydraulic shears from under the table. “The school board has been acting strangely lately.”

“You’re insane!” Manstein took a step back. “Unauthorized access to the Board of Trustees’ confidential documents? That violates the rules of the Secret Party!”

With a snap, the hydraulic shears easily cut the combination lock on the suitcase. Schneider lifted the lid, revealing neatly stacked document bags inside.

“It’s too late,” Guderian said softly, his eyes glancing curiously at the documents.

Schneider quickly flipped through the documents, his hand stopping on a file marked "2004·China·Chu".

"Do you know what these are?" Schneider pulled out a document. "A compilation report of various supernatural events that have occurred in China over the past twenty years."

He turned to a page, which showed a picture of a Maybach, its body covered in claw marks and its windshield completely shattered.

"In 2004, a Maybach was abandoned on an overpass, and the marks on the car were clearly not from a typical accident," Schneider scrolled through the photo. "The driver disappeared and was never seen again."

“He’s Chu Zihang’s father,” Guderian interjected, suddenly realizing, “No wonder his family relationships were so vague in his file.”

Manstein's face turned pale: "Schneider, we shouldn't be looking at this. The board of trustees must have their reasons for collecting this information, but it's not something we should interfere with."

"And this one?" Schneider pulled out another document and threw it on the table. "The Nibelungen Project, ever heard of it?"

The document's title page bears the emblem of Kassel College, with a small serpentine mark in the lower right corner.

Guderian leaned closer for a look and gasped: "A screening and elimination plan?"

"Two objectives," Schneider said coldly. "First, to find suitable candidates for training; second..."

He paused, then said, "Eliminate mixed-race individuals with questionable ancestry."

Manstein turned to leave: "I refuse to participate."

“You’re involved too, Manstein,” Schneider said, tossing a document over his shoulder. “Take a look at this.”