Dragon Raja: Lu Mingfei finds a Freylian

Staring—Frilian's gaze stung Lu Mingfei.

Under the "enthusiastic" siege of the two presidents, Lu Mingfei couldn't help but want to agree.

However, the image of Frillian telling him floated into his mind: using Norton House to set up a magical barrier, research alchemy, and try interdimensional communication.

"Tsk, what are we waiting for?" Lu Mingfei slammed his hand on the table. "I've made up my mind! I'm going to start a new club with Frilian—the Magicians' Guild!"

Caesar raised an eyebrow: "The Mage Guild?"

"Well, that's it, everyone exploring ruins and researching magic together, um, that's it," Lu Mingfei said, becoming less and less confident.

Caesar and Chu Zihang exchanged a glance.

“Sure, I didn’t expect you to have such lofty ambitions,” Chu Zihang said.

“Interesting,” Caesar laughed. This was more like the kind of opponent Caesar Gattuso would have. “If you need sponsorship, you can contact me.”

That evening, Lu Mingfei and Frilian sneaked out of the male and female dormitories and went to the cafeteria for a late-night snack.

"One roasted pork knuckle!" Lu Mingfei slapped his student card on the counter with great enthusiasm. Since it was free, he might as well eat a little.

Frillie took small bites of the pigskin and said, "Thank you for today."

"what?"

“I didn’t agree to their request,” Frilian said softly. “If you go to the student council or the Lionheart Society, I’ll have to study magic all by myself.”

Lu Mingfei felt a warmth in his heart and was about to speak when a plate was placed on their table with a "thud".

I looked up and met a pair of icy blue eyes.

The blonde girl sat down expressionlessly. "I'm Zero. Eat with me."

Chapter 10 The Princess from Russia

Ling's plate landed on the table with a "thud," and Lu Mingfei almost dropped the pig's trotter from his hand.

The blonde girl sat down quietly, her icy blue eyes sweeping over them before she lowered her head and began cutting the roasted pork knuckle on her plate with a knife and fork, her movements as precise as if she were defusing a bomb.

Lu Mingfei swallowed hard and tentatively asked, "Um, classmate, do we know each other?"

Ling looked up. "Now we know each other."

Frillie casually pushed a plate of pickled cabbage towards her, saying, "Would you like this? It'll help cut through the richness."

Zero nodded. "Thank you."

Lu Mingfei's eyes widened. This seemingly cold Russian girl actually accepted the sauerkraut offered by Frilian and even took a small bite!

A girl with no personality traits, an elf from another world, and a god-like being from Shilan—the three of them have a surprisingly smooth conversation.

Zero: "How many times can your time be slowed down by zero?"

"Uh, about 20 times?" This is Lu Mingfei's current limit. If he exceeds this multiple, his body will collapse first.

"That's not enough. Principal Angers can reduce the burden by 50 times under normal circumstances."

Lu Mingfei: "Although, I am just a freshman."

"Okay." Zero tore off a piece of paper and pushed it to Lu Mingfei. "This is my phone number. You can call me if you need anything."

Lu Mingfei took the note, his fingertips touching the back of Ling's hand; it was very cold.

"Strange," he muttered, "I actually find it quite familiar?"

Frillie gazed at Zero's retreating figure. "The scent of dragon blood on her is very similar to yours."

It's highly unlikely that her blood comes from the same source; the odds are too small.

Girls' dormitory.

"Zero ate pig's trotters with you guys?" Nono jumped out of bed. "And they chatted for half an hour?!"

Frillie tilted her head. "Is it strange?"

"Of course it's strange!" Nono counted on her fingers, "First, Zero never eats in the cafeteria; second, she's a germaphobe—last time someone touched her pen, she wiped it three times with an alcohol swab; third—"

She lowered her voice and said, "Rumor has it that she once tied her roommate to a tree just because the other person touched her 'Zorro' doll! That's why she lives alone now."

Susie added, "The student council recently recruited promising new students, and Caesar tried to invite her, but was ignored."

"But she was very polite just now."

Nono pounced on her and pinched Frillie's cheek. "Tell me! What did you two talk about?"

“Pork knuckle and sauerkraut,” Frilian struggled to answer, “and Lu Mingfei’s time zero.”

Susie and Nono exchanged a glance.

"It's over," Nono said seriously, "either Zero has been switched, or—"

She narrowed her eyes. "She's interested in Lu Mingfei."

Susie sighed: "Don't listen to her nonsense. But Zero has never taken the initiative to approach anyone."

The topic somehow veered towards Lu Mingfei.

Nono sat cross-legged on Frillie's bed, munching on an apple, and asked indistinctly, "So, what do you think of your 'cousin'?"

Frillie thought for a moment: "He's conflicted."

"Ok?"

"She has a lion in her eyes, but always pretends to be a rabbit," Frillian said softly. "Like a fire trapped in a cage, capable of burning everything, yet afraid of scalding others."

Susie widened her eyes slightly: "You see things very clearly."

Nono grinned mischievously: "So you want to be an animal tamer? To guide him to 'unleash his nature'?"

Frilian shook her head: "Elves have long lifespans, and our understanding of 'emotions' is different from that of humans."

She looked out at the moonlight, "It may take decades to determine what this feeling is."

Nono whistled: "Wow, is this a confession?"

Susie gently calmed the restless Nuonuo and asked softly, "If one day you understand how you feel right now, will you regret it?"

Frillie remained silent for a long time. "I don't know."

The dormitory quieted down. Nuonuo didn't reply and neatly tossed the apple core into the trash can.

"Go to sleep!" she snapped, turning off the light. "You have your 3E exam tomorrow!"

In the darkness, Frilian's pointed ears twitched slightly. Are decades too long for humans?

Boys' dormitory.

Fingel, with an energy bar in his mouth, was sprawled on the sofa with his legs crossed, staring intently at Lu Mingfei, looking like a large dog begging for food.

"Junior brother—" he drawled, his tone heavy as if he were reciting a will, "Are you really not going to reconsider the student council?"

Lu Mingfei was engrossed in eating a bowl of instant noodles. He had a good appetite lately and was hungry again after just finishing his pig's trotters. He looked up when he heard this and said, "Fingal, how many times have you asked this tonight?"

Fingel sat bolt upright, slamming his hands on the coffee table so hard that the instant noodle soup spilled out: "Because Caesar said! If he recruits you, an S-class member, the news department's budget will double!"

Lu Mingfei: "You were just won over like that?"

"What do you mean 'that'?!" Fingel exclaimed in anguish. "Do you know how poor the news department is right now? The camera is an old model from 00, the drone is second-hand, and last time I secretly filmed the equipment department's experiment, my lens was blasted to smithereens by the shockwave!"

He grabbed Lu Mingfei's shoulder, his eyes filled with a sincere, almost tragic, look. "Junior brother, can you bear to watch your senior brother use his phone to film campus gossip?"

Lu Mingfei's lips twitched: "I actually think it would be better not to film it, so you sold me out for the sake of funding?"

“How can you sell it!” Fingel said righteously. “Look how much Caesar values ​​you; he gave you the position of vice president without hesitation.”

"Forget it, I'm going to start a new club with Frilian."

Seeing that persuasion was ineffective, Fingel tactically changed the subject: "Speaking of which, junior brother..."

He winked and said, "I heard you used to have a crush on Chen Wenwen from Shilan Middle School?"

Lu Mingfei spat out a mouthful of instant noodles: "Who said that?!"

"The campus forum!" Fingel pulled out his phone and expertly found a post titled "S-Class Love Story: A Pure-Hearted Boy and His White Moonlight." "It's got over a thousand views!"

Lu Mingfei snatched the phone and discovered that the poster's ID was none other than [Flame Dragon Slayer] – Fingel's account.

"You!" he shouted, his hands trembling with anger. "Don't you know that spreading rumors is illegal?!"

Finger spread his hands innocently: "Where did I spread rumors? Zhao Menghua said it himself, and the whole Shilan Middle School knows that you like Chen Wenwen."

“That’s all in the past!” Lu Mingfei’s ears turned red. “And now…”

Her voice lowered, "I have someone I like now."

Fingel's eyes lit up: "Who? Nono? Zero? It can't be Susie, can it?"

Lu Mingfei grabbed a pillow and threw it at him: "None of your business!"

Fingel caught the cushion. "Okay, but..."

He dropped his playful grin and said, "If you really meet the right person, don't back down. Some people, once missed, are missed forever."

Lu Mingfei was stunned.

Moonlight streamed in through the window, illuminating Fingel's oil-stained shirt.

So even the useless senior brother has a story.

"Okay," Lu Mingfei said, stirring his instant noodles. "Thank you."

Fingel stretched and resumed his carefree demeanor: "No need to thank me! Just buy me some late-night snacks tomorrow, buddy!"

Chapter 11 3E Exam

The examination room was located in a lecture hall on the second floor of the library, with ancient bronze lamps hanging from the dome and even the walls engraved with antique-style dragon reliefs.

As soon as Lu Mingfei and Frilian entered the examination room, they were surrounded by a group of curious freshmen.

"Hello, Frillie! I'm Killieman, a freshman in Class C. Nice to meet you!" A blond, blue-eyed boy warmly extended his hand to Frillie.

"Ah, hello, nice to meet you," Frilian said, shaking hands.

"Senior Lu Mingfei! I heard your Word of Power is Time Zero? Can you show me?" a girl wearing glasses asked excitedly.