Dragon Clan: Restart your life

"Senior brother, are you asleep?" Lu Mingfei looked at the ceiling and asked softly.

"Not yet, I'm thinking about something." The person next to the pillow was also looking at the ceiling, with the quilt covering his shoulders and his hands firmly placed under the quilt.

"Miss Junior Sister? Don't think about it, she's right next to you." Lu Mingfei whispered.

"No...it's just my first time sleeping with someone else. I'm a little uncomfortable. I'll be fine when I feel sleepy later. It'll be fine."

"Hey," Lu Mingfei turned his head and looked at the handsome face and neat eyelashes on the pillow, "Senior brother, do you know about the Navigation Club of Shilan Middle School?"

Shilan Middle School once established a special club, the Navigation Club, which was almost full of soft girls.

They have a common identity, that is, they are Chu Zihang's crush.

Chu Zihang glanced at him and said silently: "Do you remember what I said before? What they like is the perfect Chu Zihang in their eyes, but that is not the real me. I am far from what they imagined. So good, they don’t know what I really am.”

"Then, if someone who really understands you appears, will you like her?" Junior asked in a low voice.

Chu Zihang frowned slightly.

He doesn't understand why his junior brother is so concerned about his love life recently?

Shouldn't he now be worried about whether he will report his matter to the school?

"Senior brother, during our military training in high school, the soundproofing of the walls was very poor. A bunch of people were eavesdropping on the corner of the girls' dormitory. The topic was, 'What will I do if I marry Chu Zihang?'"

"Some hard-liners say they want to push you away, the literary ones say they want you to tell bedtime stories every night, and the good wife and mother-type people say they want to make you fat with your cooking skills. As the saying goes, keep a man. A man's heart is retained by his stomach, while the career-oriented ones despise what kind of food a young mistress of the Chu family can do? Definitely defeat her mother-in-law first, take control of the household affairs, and secure her position as the top leader of the Chu family's inner court! But in the end The one who won was the warm-hearted one. A girl with a thin voice said, "If I fell in love with him, I wouldn't want to think about anything else. I just want to watch him while he sleeps and count his eyelashes one by one." Tsk tsk. , it’s really enviable to hear!”

Chu Zihang's eyes twitched, not because he was shocked by the sensational words, but because the junior brother not only deliberately imitated the girl's voice, but also winked at him tenderly.

He turned over because he really didn't want to see his junior brother's mean face.

"Don't be envious. The girls who said that back then have all found boyfriends, but you and I are the only ones listening in the corner sleeping in the same bed."

Chu Zihang turned his back to his junior brother and counterattacked in a low voice.

really.

There was no sound from behind for a while.

The counterattack was successful.

Chu Zihang silently thought to himself that it seemed that he still had talent in this area.

He was originally a person who was not good at words, but in the short period of time he spent with his junior brother, he made rapid progress in his rhetorical attainments, and was able to turn his back on others and easily suppress his junior brother.

"Senior brother, will you tell the truth?"

After a long time, Lu Mingfei asked in a low voice from behind.

These words made Chu Zihang's heart move slightly. It seemed that his junior brother still cared.

He was silent for a moment and took out the script he had prepared: "You save my life, and I will pay you back. Next, I will be responsible for watching you. If... I will become your first enemy."

When he said "if", he paused and did not continue, but it was self-evident what he was referring to.

But this time, the junior brother unexpectedly didn't respond to him.

Just as he turned his head in confusion, a faint snore came from behind.

Junior brother fell asleep again...

Chu Zihang sighed and lay down again.

He suddenly found that this direction was facing the little junior sister he just met today.

On another bed not far away, Xia Mi fell asleep quietly. The curtains were not closed, and the moonlight shone on her soft forehead. The quilt was wrapped up to the back of her head, leaving only a delicate little face exposed. Son, the long eyelashes left two shadows on the face.

In Chu Zihang's life, he had never observed a sleeping girl so closely.

His heart moved, and the girl's eyelashes were clearly counted one by one, as if counting time.

He suddenly understood why the girl his junior brother was talking about said she wanted to count his eyelashes when he fell asleep.

Because in front of the person you are most familiar with and closest to, what you think about may not be to touch his face, or ask him to tell a story to make some noise. What you want to do is just look at his sleeping face and feel the time silently. the passage of.

That's right...

There was an aura about Xia Mi that he was familiar with.

It was not a girl's familiarity, but a memory imprinted deep in the sense of smell.

Like the scent of gardenias that marked spring as a child.

Just like Jia Baoyu’s classic declaration when he first met Lin Daiyu——

"I have seen this sister before!"

Chu Zihang's pupils suddenly dilated, as if he was enlightened, and his whole body tensed up.

Countless yellowed memory fragments poured out overwhelmingly, completely overwhelming his mind.

This girl...

It seems like he has really seen it somewhere...

…

…

School headquarters, central control room.

There is an aluminum sealed box on the long table with an express delivery label from China. It was delivered here by the last CC1000 express train before the strike.

Professor Schneider turned on a dark purple flashlight and checked along the edge of the sealed box, then nodded:

"The seal is not broken, the box has not been opened on the road, and the contents inside are safe."

"This thing doesn't need to be sent to the school, just send it directly to the school board." Manstein frowned and said, "Then we still have to wait for the school board to send someone to pick it up."

"I specifically asked them to send it to us first," Schneider said. "It's safer to open it and take a look."

He just did it and cut the lock off with a "click".

"Hey!" It was too late for Manstein to stop him.

Inside the sealed box was a paper bag dampened by rain. Inside were several overstuffed kraft paper document bags. Each bag contained A4 paper copied with fine pen.

"It seems that in the past few years, there have been quite a few cases that have been classified as 'supernatural' by the Chinese police."

Schneider carefully took out the document, put it under an infrared lamp, and dried it while looking through it.

"How many of these cases are related to the Dragon Clan?" Manstein asked.

"Ninety-nine percent of it doesn't matter. Some are mentally ill people committing crimes, some are ball lightning causing houses to set on fire, and some are simply reports of UFO sightings. The focus is on the remaining 1%," Schneider said.

"How to screen specifically?" Guderian asked.

"We don't screen. The school board is responsible for screening. Didn't you notice? There is only an execution department in this college and not an intelligence department. In the war with the Dragon Clan, intelligence is far more important than execution. Only by finding them can we solve them. So. The school board is responsible for intelligence, including our killing of the 'Lord of Bronze and Fire' in the Three Gorges Reservoir. All were ordered by the school board. Without the school board, we would not have sent the Monyach to the Yangtze River. Get up there." Schneider shrugged.

"I heard that the school board has a lot of people in various places. They collect information through various channels, which is equivalent to an intelligence network. Some of them also control several multinational organizations, so basically everywhere humans can go , the college can get support,” Manstein said.

"This is the accumulation of the secret party for thousands of years. The Presbyterian Church is not just a few wise old men. They have power and money." Schneider said.

"This is an 'SS'-level document. Do you have the right to inspect it?" Manstein suddenly asked.

"No right, but I think you won't go out and say it, right?" Schneider shrugged.

"Why didn't I tell it? Don't forget that I am the chairman of the Discipline Committee. My responsibility is to uphold the school rules. I am directly responsible to the principal and the school board!"

Manstein's eyes widened, his bald head shining with anger,

"Don't make me sound like I'm on your side, you didn't even tell us why you did it!"

"Do you know about the Nibelungen Plan?" Schneider asked.

"The Nibelung Plan?" Manstein had heard of this mythical "Land of the Dead", but he didn't know why Schneider would mention it at this time.

Schneider handed the envelope he had prepared to Manstein, "Read it for yourself. You will know after reading it."

Manstein opened the envelope for no apparent reason. Inside were student resumes one after another, each with a special red paint stamp.

As the resumes were turned over one by one, Manstein's face became increasingly weird, and finally he stopped.

Stop at the resume of "Chen Motong".

"Why are you turning the page so fast? I saw Youlu Mingfei..." Guderian also craned his neck to look aside.

"What do these resumes mean?" Manstein's voice was low.

"You should be able to read the words on the red seal clearly, 'Dangerous Bloodline.' These students are all considered by the school board to have questionable bloodlines, including your student Chen Motong."

Schneider pointed at Guderian again,

"And your student Lu Mingfei."

"In the past, the school board did not speak about student affairs because the college headquarters was well controlled by the principal and night watchmen. Every student was under long-term observation. There had never been a case of dangerous people sneaking into the campus. But right now Last month, the school board claimed that they needed to re-examine the ancestry of students for the new focus training program 'Nibelungen Plan', and these resumes were sent to the executive department, and these students were considered to have "dangerous ancestry" ."

"My old friends, do you still want to say that this has nothing to do with you now?"

Guderian shouted: "Impossible! When it comes to dangerous bloodlines, isn't your student Chu Zihang the most dangerous? But there is no Chu Zihang in this?"

Schneider explained patiently: "I am Chu Zihang's mentor. Even if Chu Zihang is considered to have a 'dangerous bloodline', his resume will not be sent to me. You will understand if you think about it carefully. But you two The students of man are among them.”

"What is the definition of questionable blood?" Manstein asked.

Schneider said calmly: "It means that the blood concentration exceeds the standard. You know, once the blood concentration exceeds the threshold, it will cause the hybrid to gradually transform into a dragon, and then he will become an enemy."

"Is there any way to measure genetic proportions now?"

"No, we can only rely on the analysis of their behavior. So do you understand why the school board is so concerned about this file this time? Among the selected students, Chen Motong, Lu Mingfei and Chu Zihang are all from China !”

"Are you checking their family history?" Manstein whispered.

"Ming Fei... there will be no problem! How could he be in danger? He is a complete coward!" Guderian stammered.

"Okay, didn't you say that he is full of inspiration?" Manstein pushed him aside and looked at Schneider, "If the school board thinks their bloodline is dangerous... what will be the result?"

Schneider lit a match and lit the film about Chu Zihang.

In the choking smoke, the film gradually melted into the soot.

"You should be very clear about the school board's operating style." Schneider said coldly, his iron-gray eyes full of ice.

Manstein trembled and almost groaned: "It's an iron-fisted rule, clean out!"

Schneider said calmly: "They will use 'lobotomy' to deal with them. This surgery is used to control hybrids. After the lobe is removed, the most important 'spiritual resonance' of the dragon bloodline is cut off."

"After the operation, the patient will be very docile and easy to control, but he will often sit somewhere like a fool and mutter to himself all day long."

Guderian murmured: "Damn... Lend me the matches!"

Schneider spread his hands and said: "Forget it, don't bother. There is no information about Lu Mingfei in the file. The executive department's investigation of his past is unremarkable. It is so mediocre that he feels that he has failed. Maybe the school directors will doubt him at all." If you don’t have blood, you’ve hired the wrong person.”

"Mingfei is really a genius who knows how to protect himself wisely!" Guderian breathed a sigh of relief.

Another match was lit.

The two men turned their heads together and saw Manstein lighting up another film with an expressionless expression.

"Mr. Manstein, director of the Discipline Committee?" Schneider sneered, "This is not your style."

Manstein ignored him and just watched indifferently as the film turned into ashes.

Guderian suddenly realized: "I understand, are you doing it because of her mother? You had a crush on her mother back then, right? He is indeed a strange man with love and justice!"

"Damn it! Shut up, that's not the case!" Manstein wanted to kill this bastard with an ashtray.

Schneider quickly began to deal with the follow-up.

"Wait a minute, you destroyed the paper bag with the school board seal, it's too obvious!" Manstein shouted.

"It's very simple. Since there were hunters who took away these materials, they took away the fragments." Schneider said confidently, "That's the fact, it's reasonable!"

Manstein frowned and said: "Their reasons for doing this are not sufficient!"

"But they are bad people, and those who are against the secret party are all bad people," Schneider shrugged. "Bad people can do anything, and they don't need a reason."

"You really deserve to be the head of the execution department..." Manstein murmured.

"Thank you for the compliment."