Dragon Clan: Lu Mingfei returns from Warhammer

"No, we never take violins to battle and slay dragons."

"We hide the dragon incantation under the music. Students with excellent bloodlines can quickly capture the dragon incantation from the music, resonate with it, and record the answer."

"This is what the 3E exam is about."

Manstein explained, looking a little strange.

"All right."

Lu Mingfei was helpless.

In this case, even if Lu Mingze didn't do anything wrong, he would still have to fail the test when he handed in a page of music scores.

"Don't worry, Lu Mingfei."

"Unconsciousness is a normal phenomenon in Longwen resonance. You have already completed your answer in that state."

"There are ten test questions in total. As long as you write ten dragon essays, you will be the new S-level student since the S-level student who committed suicide forty years ago!"

Manstein patted Lu Mingfei on the shoulder and encouraged him.

"But those things are not me... wait."

"...I have to say a purification prayer for that exam paper!"

Lu Mingfei's expression suddenly became extremely solemn.

"Purification Prayer..."

Before Manstein had time to think about this word, Lu Mingfei's hand snatched the document bag from him like lightning.

Manstein wanted to stop him, but Schneider held out his hand to stop him:

"Look what he wants to do."

"Schneider! Do you want to indulge him? Even the principal does not have the privilege to change the test papers after the exam is over!"

he said angrily.

"Don't draw too early a conclusion, he is not that kind of person."

Schneider stared at Lu Mingfei.

The other party just placed the document bag containing the examination papers flat on the table without opening it.

There was a small incense burner in his hand, hanging down on the document, closing his eyes and chanting sacred songs.

…

The two professors just watched Lu Mingfei sing to a document for more than two minutes.

Then he opened his eyes, looking relieved, and politely handed the document bag back to Manstein.

"I will report today's matter to the principal truthfully."

Manstein took back the document bag, said this with an annoyed look and quickly left the classroom.

Schneider didn't say much, but looked deeply at Lu Mingfei.

Then he put away the revolver, turned around and left.

"It was almost too careless."

Lu Mingfei breathed a sigh of relief.

That exam paper had been touched by a little devil. Who knows if it might have been contaminated by something?

Demonic pollution is more terrifying than alien heresy. The latter can directly eliminate purification, but once the former spreads...

He would never allow his pure hometown to be polluted by demons.

…

Lu Mingfei walked out of the examination room alone and saw Chu Zihang waiting at the door for a long time.

"A little long. Didn't go well?"

he asked.

"I can't say it didn't go well..."

Lu Mingfei took a breath of fresh air and didn't know how to speak.

I can’t say that the exam is over after I listened to Bach tell a story to the little devil that appeared.

Then the exam paper was filled with all kinds of incomprehensible characters by the little devil, and he made a purification prayer to ensure safety, which also aroused the disgust of the bald professor.

"Let's talk about you."

"What dragon text did you hear in the aria? Anyway, I didn't hear anything."

Lu Mingfei rubbed his forehead.

"I'm back to that night again... except you weren't in the car."

"When I regained consciousness, I discovered that I had written eight dragon essays on the exam paper."

Chu Zihang looked calm.

"It turns out that it's dragon text... That's really weird. Those strange characters are like a bunch of circles on a keychain - a bit like Korean?"

Lu Mingfei muttered.

The teaching building, which a few hours ago had been staffed by former Navy SEALs to maintain order, was now deserted.

Most of the students went to enjoy lunch, because the results of the 3E exam cannot be released freshly on the spot, so there is not much point in staying there.

Only a few gamblers who had placed big bets tried to read something from Lu Mingfei's expression in order to comfort their uneasy hearts.

Caesar Gattuso naturally does not belong to the ranks of dog gamblers.

He walked over and greeted the two of them with a smile:

"Hello, Lu Mingfei, Chu Zihang."

Lu Mingfei blinked and looked at the handsome boy with long dazzling gold hair in front of him.

It reminded him of his blood brothers.

The descendants of the angels whose genes were inherited from Saint Les are all top-notch handsome men without exception, and they can compete in the hall and on the battlefield.

"Congratulations in advance on your official becoming an S-class student."

Caesar's smile was as bright as the sun, and his dark blue eyes stared at Lu Mingfei.

It is said that even many boys fell under his charm, realized "love that transcends gender" and established fan groups.

"I remember your $10,000 bet was 'NO'."

Chu Zihang said coldly.

"Originally I wanted to bet 'YES', but when I saw Professor Manstein placing the bet, I changed my mind."

Caesar's smile became a little sly, "I don't really like the title he gave me, 'the playboy who drives a Bugatti Veyron and rampages around the campus'."

"But then I built a small account and placed $6,000 on 'YES' - right below your 'Murasame', 'Sonic.'"

"What do you want from me?"

Lu Mingfei responded with a polite smile. He was not interested in betting on the handicap.

"Are you two interested in joining the club?"

Caesar asked.

"Societies?"

Lu Mingfei was stunned.

"It is a group organization among students. The college also encourages this method to enhance students' cohesion and competitive sports."

Chu Zihang explained.

"Yes, the two largest clubs in the college currently are the Student Union and the Lionheart Club."

"The Lions Heart Club is an old club in the college with a long history and strict discipline. It is said that many alumni of the college were from the Lions Heart Club."

Caesar introduced.

"Then...can we establish a club ourselves?"

Lu Mingfei's eyes lit up.

"Do you want to start a society of your own? That's a great idea."

"With your S-class name, you should be able to attract a lot of people."

Caesar laughed.

"Then you want to join?"

Lu Mingfei asked.

The image of this blond boy gave him a pretty good impression, and it would be great if he could develop into a devout battle brother.

"Actually, I want to invite you two to join the student union with me."

Caesar smiled and shook his head.

"The Student Union was established later than the Lion Heart Club. It would be quite interesting if we join forces to suppress the Lion Heart Club."

"But I still recommend that you two join a club with mature facilities. Excellent members can directly enjoy various benefits of the club."

"For example, the student union has independent luxury suites, private chefs and bands, ballet girls dance troupe, and often holds dance parties with unlimited supply of champagne and red wine, etc."

"A life that is too luxurious can easily make people indulge in desire, which is not suitable for me."

Lu Mingfei shook his head. This kind of activity was not conducive to cultivating excellent warriors.

Praying to the emperor sincerely, purifying aliens, playing chess, calligraphy and painting are some of the excellent chapter activities.

"The Lionheart Society should be suitable for you. They have many ancient secrets and knowledge..."

Caesar's dark blue eyes sparkled, "And I'm also looking forward to the moment when we confront each other head-on."