Dragon Raja: Lu Mingfei finds a Freylian

Lu Mingfei and Frilian's conversation had ended. The former gazed thoughtfully at the sea of ​​clouds outside the window, while the latter immersed herself back in her book.

However, beneath this peaceful facade, a sinister operation was being carried out silently.

Sitting in the 18th row at the back, right next to the restroom and the flight attendant preparation area, Finger was experiencing both physical and psychological torment.

Physiologically, the turbulence is more noticeable in the back seats of economy class, and there are also occasional slight noises and smells from passengers using the lavatory.

Psychologically, he felt "exiled" to this spot, away from any interesting interactions that might occur in the front row, making him feel like he was missing out on millions of pieces of gossip material.

But who exactly is Fingel von Frings?

Kassel College's uncrowned king of journalism, the embodiment of the paparazzi spirit, will not let this go so easily.

His eyes scanned the cabin like searchlights, finally locking onto Lu Mingfei and Frillie in the front row.

Although she couldn't hear the specific content, when she saw Lu Mingfei take out a book, Frillian took the initiative to start a conversation. During their conversation, Lu Mingfei's expression changed from surprise to contemplation.

The Bagua spirit within Fingel immediately ignited.

"Something's up!" he thought to himself, his eyes, which were slightly sleep-deprived, instantly brightened, gleaming as if he had spotted his prey.

He carefully pulled out his weathered, seemingly fragile but surprisingly sturdy smartphone.

Thanks to advancements in modern technology, telephoto lenses and digital zoom capabilities in mobile phones have, to some extent, compensated for the limitations of distance.

He put his phone on silent mode and turned off the flash.

The operation begins.

He first pretended to take a selfie, adjusted the angle, and pointed the camera at the gap in the front row.

"Click"

The first photo I got was a bit blurry, but I could clearly see Lu Mingfei standing sideways, holding a book with a fancy cover, talking to Frillie about something, his expression a little timid yet also a little eager.

Frillie tilted her head slightly, as if listening.

Fingel already had a title in mind: "Shocking! An S-Rank Player Actually Used a Light Novel to Win Over an Ice Queen?"

Then, he waited for the right opportunity.

Lu Mingfei leaned back slightly, looking a little nervous as Frilian got closer, and Fingel seized the opportunity to snap another picture.

The photo is taken from a tricky angle, making it look like Lu Mingfei took the initiative to approach Frilian, and Frilian did not reject him.

Another great title: "Up Close! Lonely Travelers, Single Men and Women? The Road God is Happy!"

Frillie took the book and quickly flipped through it.

Fingel held his breath and used the headrest of the front seat as cover to take several photos.

Frillie lowered her eyes, focusing intently on the book in her hands, while Lu Mingfei stared blankly at her profile, his eyes filled with innocent longing.

AWSL!

After the conversation ended, Lu Mingfei looked out the window in deep thought, while Frillie picked up her book again.

Fingel snapped another photo that perfectly captured the atmosphere.

Lu Mingfei's back view was slightly melancholy, the sea of ​​clouds outside the window was vast, and Frilian's profile was like a sculpture of ice and snow. There seemed to be a silent understanding between the two.

Having successfully completed his surreptitious filming mission, Fingel was filled with the joy of a bountiful harvest.

Like a mouse that had stolen some sesame oil, he chuckled and retreated to his seat to begin the next step: post-processing.

With preparations complete, he skillfully connected to the expensive and intermittently connected WiFi on the plane.

The signal bars pulsed weakly, but this did not deter Fingel's enthusiasm for spreading the "gospel".

He opened the Kassel College internal forum, his fingers flying across the screen as he created a new post.

Title: [Exclusive In-Depth Analysis: Secrets from High Altitude]

S-class Lu Mingfei and Equipment Department's beauty, Frilline, engage in an intimate interaction high in the sky! Pictures don't lie! Suspected romance exposed?!

text:

"Dear night owls! Your diligent gossip pioneer, Fingel von Frings, even when 'exiled' to the back of economy class, never forgets to bring the forum family the latest juicy scoops!"

Where's the applause? Enough talk, here's the picture!

[Image 1: Lu Mingfei displaying books]

Look! What is our naive S-class underling trying to do? Attract Frillie's attention with a childish light novel! This clumsy way of flirting is just like the beginning of love!

[Image 2: A seemingly "intimate" conversation]

Watch the distance! Watch their eyes! Frillie didn't slap him away; instead, she moved closer! What does that mean? It means there's something going on, friends!

[Image 3: Frilian is reading a book, Lu Mingfei is watching her]

That gaze! That focus! That killer profile! Lu Mingfei's dazed expression—has he been completely captivated by Frilian's beauty and intelligence? 'Frilian, you read your book, I'll look at you.' —by Lu Mingfei

[Image 4: "Side by side"]

Silence speaks louder than words! An ambiguous atmosphere flows between them! This is tacit understanding! It's a meeting of souls after deep communication!

At the risk of being killed by Chu Zihang's glare and enduring the awful conditions of economy class, I'm bringing you this fresh gossip! What are you waiting for? Like, comment, and share!

Discussion topics:

What are your thoughts on the pairing of an S-class freshman with Freylan?

Why does Senior Sister Frilian favor Lu Mingfei?

Does Nono know? @RedHairedWitch

What do you think, Caesar? @DirkTuiduo

After typing the last line, Fingel clicked "Publish" with satisfaction.

The post was successfully sent, and he breathed a sigh of relief, as if he had accomplished some sacred mission.

Then, he pulled a bag of potato chips from his backpack and started munching on them, his eyes glued to his phone screen, refreshing the posts and waiting for a response.

He didn't care at all when potato chip crumbs fell on his clothes, completely immersed in the pleasure of successfully "causing trouble" and the anxiety of waiting for feedback.

As expected, the students at Kassel College never disappoint, especially when it comes to gossip.

Even in different time zones, night owls and idlers quickly gather.

First floor 'Basic Alchemy': Sofa. Fingel, you're at it again? But this time the photo seems a bit...interesting? S-rank, impressive, quietly making a big move.

Second floor, 'Dragon Genealogy Can't Be Learned': ? ? ? What did I miss? Senior Sister Frillian got it? The S-rank aura is terrifying!

Third floor, 'Seeking Final Exam Strategies': Fingel, your angle is outrageously tricky! But I like it! So they're on a mission together? Arranged by the academy? A publicly funded romance?

Fourth floor 'Nono, my goddess' @ Red-haired witch, goddess! Someone wants to dig up your Fou, or maybe not, but come and see!

Fifth floor 'Dick Push' @Red-haired Witch, interesting. Looks like our S-class journey isn't lonely. However, Fingel, your photography skills need improvement.

The user "Red-haired Witch" on the sixth floor replied to Dick's post: "Tsk, that's interesting."

Reply to the original poster: Fingel, please take clearer photos next time. The little white rabbit's expression is so funny.

The appearance of Nono and Caesar caused the post to go viral instantly.

Fingel watched the rapidly increasing replies and likes, his mouth practically stretching to his ears with a grin. He ate his potato chips even more heartily and began to selectively reply to others' comments.

As he replied, he opened another packet of beef jerky, chewing it with relish, completely immersed in the festivities he had instigated.

The discomfort of economy class was long forgotten; at this moment, he was the happiest paparazzi in the sky at 10,000 meters.

Chapter 133 A Plane Full of Hybrids

Fingel, having taken care of his personal needs, emerged from the cramped bathroom feeling refreshed and relaxed.

The air quality in the back of economy class was rather poor, so he decided to take a short stroll in the cabin crew preparation area to get some fresh air and maybe even snag some snacks or extra small bottles of drinks from the pretty flight attendants.

A flight attendant is tidying up the food cart, a sweet smile on her face.

Fingel straightened his crumpled T-shirt, put on what he thought was a dashing but actually lewd smile, and moved closer.

“Miss, do you have any extra nuts? Or those cookies would be fine too?” he said in a low voice, trying to create an atmosphere that said, “You know what I mean.”

The flight attendant looked up, her smile unchanged, but her eyes...

Fingel's heart skipped a beat; it was definitely not the gentle or slightly tired look of an ordinary flight attendant.

In the dim light of the cabin, a faint golden hue seemed to flash across her pupils.

Fingel knew that look all too well. It was a characteristic that mixed-race people unconsciously revealed, especially when they were focused or when their emotions were subtly fluctuating.

"Sir, according to standard procedures, meal service for economy class has ended."

Fingel's playful grin subsided slightly as he casually glanced towards the front of the cabin, his gaze sweeping over the seemingly ordinary passengers.

A little girl, who looked only five or six years old, was sleeping with her head tilted to one side, hugging a teddy bear. Her hands were holding the teddy bear steadily, and her breathing was long and deep, unlike that of a child.

Across the aisle, an elderly gentleman with gray hair and reading glasses was reading a newspaper. The veins under his skin faintly showed an unusual pale blue pattern.

In the front row, a middle-aged man was busy working on his laptop. The code scrolling on the screen was ridiculously fast, and the average person's dynamic vision couldn't keep up.

His heart sank; something was wrong.

He abruptly turned his head to look at the flight attendant who had just spoken to him. The frivolity on his face vanished completely, and he lowered his voice, asking in a volume only the two of them could hear, "Who are you people?"

The flight attendant's smile remained unchanged; she had anticipated his question.

She gently put down her napkin and responded in a low voice, "Mr. Fingel von Frings, as you have noticed, everyone on this flight, from the captain and flight attendants to every passenger, is 'one of us'."

"Everyone? How is that possible? This is a commercial airliner!"

“Nominally, yes,” the flight attendant nodded slightly. “But in reality, everything from route application and crew configuration to passenger screening is arranged directly by the academy. Without the ‘bloodline’ guarantee, no one can successfully book this flight through the ticketing system. This is standard procedure for the Operations Department’s ‘Special Personnel Transfer’ to ensure mission confidentiality and safety during the journey. You are traveling as a mission member, so we didn’t inform you of the details beforehand to avoid unnecessary commotion.”

She glanced at Fingel's phone, which he was still clutching in his hand—the phone that had just caused the forum commotion.

Fingel understood completely.

Why did the college only book them economy class without any concern? Why was the destination that remote airport? Why were Chu Zihang and Frillie so calm?

Because this entire plane was essentially a mobile safe house for Kassel College! They weren't traveling by public transportation; they were being transferred under the escort of a team of elite hybrids!

He remembered that he had just posted gossip about Lu Mingfei and Frillie on the forum.

The moment he connected to the Wi-Fi, the network surveillance system had probably already delivered a report to Professor Schneider's desk. He felt like a fool plotting a robbery in a police station.