Dragon Raja: Lu Mingfei finds a Freylian

Chu Zihang's fate, Angers' status, and even the future of the entire academy all hung on that trial.

My phone vibrated.

It was a message from Nono: "I heard you went to see Caesar? You've got some nerve, little brother."

He replied, "Hey, things wouldn't have gone so smoothly without my senior sister. I'll treat you to dinner next time."

Chapter 91 Susie in Action

Susie, carrying a stack of freshly printed flyers, strode towards the Lionheart Club's activity room.

Her short hair swayed gently in the breeze, her brows furrowed, and she seemed preoccupied.

As she pushed open the door to the activity room, Lancelot and several other Lionheart members had been waiting for her for a long time.

Susie placed the leaflet on the table. "We must let all the teachers and students know the truth. We can't let them treat Chairman Chu so casually."

Lancelot nodded and picked up a flyer to look at it.

The flyer featured a photo of Chu Zihang bringing glory to the school in last year's college competition, with a line of cursive text below that read: "Chu Zihang, the pride of the college, should not be questioned like this."

“The design is good,” Lancelot commented, “but we need more support. We must refute each of the allegations made by the Board of Trustees.”

“I have compiled all the information,” Susie said, opening her laptop. “From mission logs to eyewitness testimonies, and even medical reports. There is no evidence that Zihang is at risk of going out of control.”

Footsteps were heard outside the activity room, and several student council members walked in.

Chen Motong, who was in the lead, leaned against the door frame and said, "I heard you're organizing activities to support Chu Zihang? Count us in."

Susie's eyes lit up. "Nono, you're here! We need people to distribute flyers and collect signatures."

“It’s not just about signatures,” Chen Motong said as she walked in, taking a poster out of her bag. “We designed a poster to put on the bulletin board.”

Two hours later, at the entrance of the cafeteria, Susie and Lancelot set up a temporary autograph table with thick petitions and promotional materials on it.

"Support Chu Zihang!" Susie handed out flyers to passing students. "Please find out the truth!"

Most students took the flyer, read it carefully, and then signed it in support.

A girl wearing glasses stopped in her tracks. "I've always admired Senior Chu, but I've heard that the proportion of dragon blood in his body is abnormal. Is that true?"

“His lineage is indeed unusual,” Susie patiently explained, “but the college conducts rigorous testing every year and has never shown any dangerous signs. The Board of Trustees’ accusations are entirely based on speculation.”

Not far away, several older students were gathered together discussing something.

One of them spoke a little louder: "If the board of directors is raising questions, they must have their reasons. We shouldn't blindly support Chu Zihang."

Lancelot walked over. "That's precisely why we should know the facts. Here are the complete mission logs and evaluation reports; you can judge for yourselves."

The student took the documents, and after flipping through them for a moment, his expression gradually changed. "This is indeed quite different from the rumors."

At noon, discussions about Chu Zihang topped the list of trending topics on the campus forum.

A post titled "We Need the Truth: Ten Questions About the Chu Zihang Incident" was pinned to the top, detailing the Board of Trustees' accusations and the Lionheart Society's rebuttal evidence.

The comments section was buzzing with activity:

[Bronze Guardian]: I've been on two missions with Senior Chu, and he's the most reliable partner I've ever met! Those accusations are utterly absurd!

[Dragon Blood Reagent Bottle]: But it cannot be denied that his bloodline is indeed special, so it is understandable that the school board is being cautious, right?

[Heterochromatic Eyes] (Anonymous): I heard he almost hurt his teammates during the last mission. This kind of dangerous individual should have been monitored long ago!

[Lionheart's Shield] replied to [Heterochromatic Eyes]: That's pure fabrication! Chu Zihang saved everyone!

Susie refreshed the page, her brows furrowing deeper and deeper.

She quickly typed a reply to several obviously misleading comments, then contacted the forum administrator, Fingel, to verify the identity of the anonymous user "Heterochromatic Eyes".

“Someone is deliberately spreading rumors,” she said to Lancelot beside her. “It’s very likely someone sent by the investigation team.”

Lancelot nodded. "We need more firsthand testimonies. I remember Chu Zihang mentored quite a few freshmen last year; if we can find them..."

“I’ve already contacted several,” Susie said, showing her list of contacts, “and they are willing to testify at the hearing.”

Kendo dojo.

Chu Zihang stood alone in the center of the field, repeating basic movements.

Lu Mingfei, carrying two bottles of sports drinks, quietly pushed open the door. He didn't make a sound to disturb them, but simply leaned against the wall and watched silently.

Every swing of Chu Zihang's sword carried a suppressed power, as if he were fighting an invisible enemy.

Half an hour later, Chu Zihang stopped and wiped the sweat off his face with a towel.

He then noticed Lu Mingfei and nodded slightly in acknowledgment.

"I brought you a drink, senior brother," Lu Mingfei said, walking over and handing over a bottle. "How long have you been practicing?"

"From this morning until now," Chu Zihang said, taking the drink.

Looking at Chu Zihang's reddened palms and slightly trembling arms, Lu Mingfei couldn't help but say, "You'll hurt yourself doing this."

Chu Zihang did not answer, but simply unscrewed the bottle cap and took a sip.

“Everyone on campus is talking about you,” Lu Mingfei tentatively began. “Susie and her group have organized a lot of support activities, and the response has been very good.”

“They don’t need to get involved,” Chu Zihang shook his head.

“But they are willing,” Lu Mingfei said, “because everyone believes in you.”

Chu Zihang turned and walked towards the sword rack, slowly and carefully wiping the wooden sword.

Lu Mingfei followed, "Senior, you don't have to bear everything alone. We'll face the Board of Directors' investigation together."

Chu Zihang paused for a moment, his voice low: "Lu Mingfei, what if... what if I'm really as dangerous as they say?"

This was the first time Lu Mingfei had heard Chu Zihang say this.

He paused for a moment, then said, "Then let's solve it together. Just like you've always done for me."

Chu Zihang turned his head and looked directly at Lu Mingfei.

In an instant, Lu Mingfei seemed to see a fifteen-year-old boy standing on an overpass in the wind and rain, his eyes filled with unease and loneliness.

"Thank you," Chu Zihang said, putting down the wooden sword.

Meanwhile, activities continued on the other side of the campus.

Susie stood in the square, where more and more students were gathering in front of her.

Holding a megaphone, she said, "Kassel College has always been known for its unity! Our fellow students have been treated unfairly, and we must stand up! This is not about any one person, but about the dignity and rights of all of us!"

Applause erupted from the crowd.

A first-year student asked timidly, "What can we do?"

“First, let’s understand the facts,” Susie said, pointing to the display board behind her. “Here is evidence refuting the investigation team’s arguments. Second, at tomorrow’s hearing, we need to demonstrate the spirit of Kassel College and oppose the trial of President Chu Zihang.”

In the library, Guderian and Manstein reviewed the materials submitted by the Lionheart Society.

"The students are in high spirits," Guderian said, adjusting his glasses. "It seems the board of trustees has failed to win their support."

Manstein nodded. "We can't let the board of directors bring down the principal."

Chapter 92 Supreme Authority

At 1:17 a.m., Percy sat at the table, his fingers trembling slightly, and poured a pale blue pill from the medicine bottle, swallowing it with ice water.

As the pill slid down his throat, he closed his eyes, feeling the restless blood in his body gradually calm down, and the burning sensation, like molten lava, slowly subsided.

"The effect of the bloodline stabilizer is getting weaker and weaker."

Percy opened his black backpack, took out a laptop, and pulled out a silver-white metal card from a secret compartment.

Percy took a deep breath and inserted the card into the laptop's USB card slot.

A crisp "ding-dong" sound rang out, the laptop screen flickered a few times, and a simple login interface popped up.

The interface design is extremely primitive, even crude, with only a simple command line input box and a few basic function buttons.

But Percy knew that this simplicity represented the highest level of access—the core backend of Kassel College's artificial intelligence, "Norma."

Parcy dialed the encrypted number, turned on the hands-free function, and the call was immediately connected.

"Sir, I have Norma under control. What's the next step?"

Frost Gattuso's voice came from the other end of the phone: "Very good, the white card in your hand has Norma's highest level of access. You can browse information at will, and the system will not leave any records."

He paused, his voice filled with obvious anger, "I shouldn't have given you this card, but that bastard Angers shamelessly cut off my contact with Norma, so I had no choice but to give you the white card."

"Understood," Percy typed rapidly on the keyboard, bringing up a series of encrypted files.

Frost continued, "This afternoon, I lost contact with Norma. To be precise, the internet in Europe and North America was blocked. The news said it might be due to cable damage caused by an undersea earthquake."

A cold laugh came through the microphone, "That damned Angers just happened to send the 'Moniach' past the cable-laying area."

Percy frowned. The Moniach was an Academy research vessel, but its sonar equipment could be used to locate and destroy undersea cables.

Principal Angers played a brilliant move. On the surface, it appeared to be an accident, but in reality, it severed the Gattuso family's remote control over the academy system.

"I need you to download and back up all private files, especially the complete files and pedigree assessment report about Chu Zihang," Frost commanded. "Angers wants to protect his prized student? Dream on."

"Understood," Percy said, bringing up the file transfer interface and selecting to download all files encrypted.

The progress bar begins to slowly climb: 1%, 5%, 10%.

Meanwhile, in the central control room of Kassel College.

Fingel sat with his legs crossed in front of the control panel, with seven or eight empty Coke cans scattered around his feet.

Behind him sat a dozen or so members of the student union's news department, each staring at their own screens, their fingers flying across the keyboards.

"Boss!" The head of the news department stepped forward quickly. "There's a submission to Tianya Community with a video of Chu Zihang using Junyan. It went viral locally!"

Fingel didn't even lift an eyelid, casually grabbing a newly opened can of Coke and taking a swig. "Do I need to teach him this kind of thing? Just change the post time, and get hundreds of replies saying things like, 'Haha, this is my brother-in-law, performing magic,' or 'Are you stupid? You can't believe something like this that's supposed to be scientific?'"

The section chief nodded repeatedly, and just as he was about to turn and leave, Fingel added, "Remember to process the video, add some obvious special effects. Also, find a few 'professionals' to post analyses of why this is CG."

Over the next half hour, Fingel quickly dealt with several similar cyber incidents.

A blurry video of Chu Zihang fighting an unidentified creature on the streets of Tokyo has been tagged as "behind-the-scenes footage of the filming".

A blog post describing Chu Zihang lifting a snowmobile with one hand at an Antarctic research station was refuted by numerous "eyewitnesses" as a collective hallucination.