Dragon Clan: I am Lu Mingfei, the Intelligence Strategist, the God of Concepts!

Chapter 229 School Chairman Lu is arriving at his loyal Kassel College
"How to say?"

Lu Mingfei stared intently at Jormungandr in front of him.

This is Lu Mingfei's true thought.

The world of the trenches is a huge cycle, where both humans and ghosts are cocooning.

What the hell.

So, I think it's not illegal for me to adopt a cocoon-like approach?
Sometimes, once people possess something wonderful, they become exceptionally sensitive to the word 'adventure'.
After all, we're going to a dangerous place like Kassel College in a couple of days. It's like playing a single-player game and you're about to enter the fog wall. How can you not save your progress?
But Jormungandr remained silent.

I was filled with grief and anger.

Damn it, I've fallen into Lu Mingfei's trap again. Why can this guy always ask such tricky questions?
The little dragon king was mentally brandishing his huge claws, really wanting to punch him!

"Hey, time is running out. This is an alliance. Don't try to fool me like you did with Chu Zihang."

Lu Mingfei stretched out his palm and waved it in her face, but it was slapped away.

Jormungandr's face darkened further: "Are you insane? Why do you think humans can cocoon?"

"Because I've seen it before."

Lu Mingfei said matter-of-factly, "Although I don't know how that guy did it, he definitely cocooned."

"Who?" Jormungandr raised an eyebrow.

“Nicholas Flamel,” Lu Mingfei said.

"So it was him... but he hasn't been around people much lately."

Jormungandr frowned; clearly, she had also heard of the deeds of the first Nicholas.

“But I don’t really have much contact with people either,” Lu Mingfei said matter-of-factly.

Jormungandr: "..."

If that's what you mean... then that makes sense.

hateful!

Jormungandr was furious. Every time he saw this ally, he would get so angry that his teeth would itch. Sure enough, apart from small fry, there wasn't a single good man in this world!

But she didn't have much time to be angry; the lingering power of the Blood Alliance was surging up from the depths of her soul.

Jormungandr took a deep breath. "I'm just thinking about how to make something understandable to someone as dull as you!"

"Maybe I'll figure it out in no time?" Lu Mingfei scoffed. "Hurry up."

"OK then."

After much deliberation, Jormungandr decided to explain the concept of cocoons to Lu Mingfei. After all, it wasn't something she was the only one with this knowledge. On the contrary, the reason she couldn't cultivate the Path of the Fire Sword was indeed a bit...

"Ahem, first of all, let's clarify a concept. Our dragon race doesn't undergo unlimited cocooning and resurrection. It follows certain biological and genetic logic. First, a certain part of the body must be cut off to carry genes and past memories. But memories can be understood as computer data, with the concept of 'storage space'..."

Jormungandr first gave a brief introduction to the concept of cocooning.

This is basically consistent with the knowledge that Lu Mingfei had previously obtained from the "deep intelligence extraction authority" and Norton.

"But the reason we can be reborn time and time again is ultimately due to our 'talented control' over the 'elements'."

Jormungandr said, "Here I must explain a concept to you: 'Elements are eternal and indestructible.'"

"Power?" Lu Mingfei raised an eyebrow.

"No, an element is an element, and authority is authority. You can think of the latter as a tool to leverage the former."

Jormungandr shook his head: "But even without tools, elements can be manipulated in an inefficient way."

"So strictly speaking, the core of 'cocooning' is not the dragon, but the 'element'... But why did all those super hybrids in the past have lifespan limitations? Why is only Nicholas Flamel able to cocoon?"

Lu Mingfei noticed the blind spot.

"Because they are human beings, they are human beings! Humans don't have this talent."

Jormungandr sighed: "But Nicholas is different. He chose to transform himself into a pure-blooded dragon in a way that I don't quite understand, and thus gained this talent."

"But this is unusual, because humans and dragons are two completely different species, and there is an insurmountable boundary between them that is difficult to break completely, and the disadvantages outweigh the advantages..."

"Ahem, let me tell you about metamorphosis instead."

Jormungandr realized he might have said something inappropriate and quickly returned to the main topic.

"The specific method is as follows..."

……

After a while,
"Holy crap, so the cocoon is really that powerful? This is practically cheating!"

Lu Mingfei was shocked.

Although I've witnessed many absurd aspects of cocooning, I was still deeply impressed when Jormungandr meticulously broke down each step.

Dragons can spin many cocoons at once to avoid dying suddenly before they can spin cocoons due to an unexpected event during a resurgence.

They are like ghosts in this world, forever living in the cracks of history, ready to leap out of the shadows at any moment and reveal their sharp, bloodthirsty fangs.

Compared to the benefits of continuous resurrection, the cost of cocooning is negligible.

"But... if the cocoon is so versatile, why do dragons still die?" Lu Mingfei frowned.

He remembered the Philosopher's Stones that helped Su Xiaoqiang become a hybrid.

It comes from a second-generation species of the king of the ocean and water.

Only dragons that are completely dead and have not undergone cocooning can forge the Philosopher's Stone, which is rich in spiritual elements, from their corpses. 'Spirit' is the origin of the dragon race.

"Because they don't want to live anymore."

Jormungandr scoffed, "You think cocooning is a blessing from the world? It's actually a curse, a curse of immortality. Dragons have long been an abandoned race, a race forsaken by fate. Even today, human science is still inferior to the alchemy of dragons, and in terms of individual survival ability and combat power, we are far inferior. But humans have a strong ability to reproduce and learn, two factors that are crucial to the development of civilization, yet they are precisely the weaknesses of dragons."

"Bloodline is of paramount importance to dragons. The vast majority of their kind would not hesitate to give their lives to their bloodline. However, after death, some dragons choose to escape their fate. Those with inferior bloodlines hide in human society and live a parasitic life. But for third-generation or even second-generation dragons, their 'bone, blood, and horn' are precious resources. Every resurrection becomes a coveted treasure."

"When you return time and time again as a 'treasure,' you're filled with anxiety. Just when you've finally gotten used to the current era, you have to face the call of your bloodline and go to the battlefield to fight a battle you're destined to lose, repeating the process again. At that point, you'll feel that immortality is an utterly boring thing."

"...Although what you said is all true, you are actually a dragon, and even the Dragon King. There's no need to act so detached."

Lu Mingfei awkwardly reminded him.

"Humph."

Jormungandr sneered, but offered no explanation, sensing the feedback from the Blood Pact.

He immediately gloated:
"Anyway, I've taught you how to form a cocoon. I feel like you're not human. Why don't you cut off a piece and try it out? Maybe you have the talent for it too?"

"Furthermore, as an ally, I must remind you that the recovery from cocooning is not something that can be accomplished overnight."

"Furthermore, the location of the cocoon must be kept absolutely secret from everyone, not even your closest relatives. If you want to revive quickly enough, you need to turn the 'cocoon' into a 'core' and infuse it with your original spiritual power, depending on the 'proportion,' but this will weaken your physical body..."

"So you got Chu Zihang so drunk he was bigger than you were?" Lu Mingfei interrupted.

"...?"

Jormungandr's smile vanished abruptly.

"I suddenly remembered something. In 420 AD, Attila, the future king of the Huns, fell in love with the human princess Honoria in the Roman court. As a hostage, Attila could not fulfill this marriage. So, thirty years later, the Dragon King returned, and the Scourge of God came to the gates of Rome. After the peace negotiations, Attila insisted on betrothing Honoria, and the princess ignored all objections and agreed to Attila's proposal... Then the princess poisoned the Hun king."

Lu Mingfei said, "I don't need to say who Attila is, right? You keep saying that you have to be wary of even your closest relatives, so why was he poisoned to death?"

"...Can't you learn from your mistakes?" Jormungandr retorted angrily, his sore spot touched.

"So that's how it is. I thought the Dragon King was someone who never learned his lesson, who clung to his love all day long, and who would dismiss his dragon followers afterward, not even caring about the great cause of revival."

Lu Mingfei said thoughtfully, "But that makes sense. After all, no matter how the world changes, love remains constant... right?"

"You f***ing #&*@"

Jormungandr cursed loudly.

Lu Mingfei shrugged: "There's no need to break your defenses. There's nothing wrong with it. To be honest, you're the one who changed my view of dragons."

On the way here, Lu Mingfei finally made the final confirmation.

Chu Zihang may seem to be in a dangerous situation, but he is actually as steady as a rock.

After all, who would be possessed by a good person with seven or eight times the 'original spiritual power'?

Once spiritual energy is poured into a living person's body, it is no longer their own.

Just like Attila's attack on Rome, all he wanted was sweet love, and he didn't need to ask how much of Jormungandr's feelings for Chu Zihang were real... When you can act like this, why do you care if it's real or fake?

Looking at Lu Mingfei's understanding expression.

Jormungandr slammed his fist on the table, his eyes practically blazing with fury: "How many times have I told you? How can you still believe that love can exist between dragons and humans? That was a facade! You understand, feigning weakness to lure the enemy?"

"Then why did you let Honoria poison you?"

Jormungandr: "I have my own rhythm! This is a necessary disguise to perfectly impersonate a human!"

"Following your lead, if Chu Zihang were given the chance, wouldn't he kill Jormungandr?"

Jormungandr: "Ha...you're really meddling."

"I think Chu Zihang has quite a large capacity; it's amazing he wasn't overwhelmed by you," Lu Mingfei said casually.

Hearing this sentence,
Jormungandr's expression changed completely.

Lu Mingfei shrugged: "What secrets does he have that make you and Odin so interested in him?"

“...Just an ordinary guy.” Jormungandr calmed down and smiled dismissively.

The blood oath has been fulfilled, and she absolutely refuses to reveal this secret.

"hehe."

Lu Mingfei smiled as well.

Unlike Ayton Gottingen, who wanted to improve himself by taking half of the Philosopher's Stone, he spent more than ten years lying in bed.

Chu Zihang, as a living human being, received most of the original spiritual power of a dragon king, yet he was still alive and kicking. This was clearly a big problem; the difficulty between the two was not even in the same league.

Moreover, in a sense, Jormungandr's preferences are quite chaotic, ranging from the 'pure-blooded human' Princess Honoria in the fifth century AD to Chu Zihang in the 21st century, not to mention personality and appearance.

They're even different genders.

The World Serpent, Jormungandr...

Lu Mingfei had a vague guess, but it wasn't certain.

After a moment of silence, he waved his hand: "If there's nothing else, you can go."

"Call me whatever I want and dismiss me at will? I'll... never mind, I do have something to do, I'll let you off the hook for now."

Jormungandr snorted and escaped through the window.

There was a hint of excitement in his back view.

……

Chu Zihang sat quietly on the steps in the shadow of the eaves, the heavy toes of his sneakers exposed to the midsummer sun.

The PE teacher kept blowing his whistle, and the blazing wind, mixed with the whistle's sound, swirled and rose, gently lifting the skirts of the girls and the T-shirts of the boys at the edge of the playground.

Young boys chased the wind, running continuously in the 28*15 meter standard basketball court to the sound of the whistle.

They jumped and roared, their breaths colliding with their bodies in a way that was almost dizzying. Girls at the edge of the field held onto their skirts, cheering and jeering intermittently. The sunlight shone brightly, filling the air with the vibrant energy of youthful hormones.

"it's your turn."

A girl sat down next to Chu Zihang. She was wearing a short skirt and a high ponytail. She wore a purple short skirt and white high-heeled boots. Her eyelids were covered with glittery makeup. Her eyes were so bright that they overshadowed the reflection of the glitter. But she was different from those gaudy flowers that were clustered together. She was completely different.

She was a complete stranger, yet strangely familiar, as if we had met several lifetimes ago.

Chu Zihang took the opened bottle of mineral water, brought it to his lips and took small sips. Glistening sweat and cool water rolled down his lips together, slipping into his basketball jersey, into his spandex tracksuit, and continued to fall down his broad chest and angular abdomen, soaking him completely.

"Your turn," she said again.

It was only natural that he went on the court; Chu Zihang was Shilan's center and a key player on the basketball team.

Chu Zihang stared at her blankly for a moment, then stood up and stepped into the sunlight.

In an instant, the scene before my eyes changed.

The basketball court of Shilan Middle School was instantly transformed into a group of ancient stone buildings.

He stood in the center of a checkerboard street resembling a military camp, where two main roads intersected to form a cross axis. In front of him stood tall Tuscan and composite columns, with ornate capitals supporting concrete arches and domes.

This rectangular form of public building is called a basilica, which was popular in ancient Rome. The earliest basilica was built by Cato the Elder in the Roman marketplace in 185 BC. The most luxurious basilica was located on the Palatine Hill outside the city. It was started by Caesar and completed by Octavian, and is known as the Giulia Basilica...

It fell just yesterday, at the hands of that Xiongnu king.

"Your Highness, it's time to go in."

The girl was still beside him, but her voice had changed, becoming rough and powerful, and her figure blocked out the sun.

“Okay,” Chu Zihang replied.

She is still her.

But his voice changed too, clear and crisp with a touch of childishness, like a girl's.

However, he remained indifferent and numb, taking it all for granted, but for some reason, a sense of worry and fear welled up in his heart.

The coolness vanished just before I entered, replaced by intense heat. I couldn't help but look up and see the girl beside me walking further and further away, not following. She was almost completely melting into the distant sunlight, her golden sequins shimmering like the radiance of heaven. She was slowly disappearing into the light, vanishing forever from my sight.

This time he truly felt panicked, and he couldn't take the last step no matter what.

Chu Zihang stood at the entrance of the magnificent basilica. Fierce, cruel, and desperate roars poured out from inside. People were cursing fiercely, roaring in grief and indignation, and some were kneeling on their seats, weeping bitterly. They were dressed in fine clothes but looked like the most lowly and pitiful people. They were his own compatriots.

However, he did not want to pity his compatriots.

He wanted to follow that beam of light and go far away.

But... what should I do?
"Will it work or not?"

Suddenly, a thunderous question rang in my ears.

The world burst into flames, and unlike the previous intense heat, the fire and sunlight reached their peak at this moment.

All the light was focused on one person, as if the whole world was questioning him, without emotion, with complex feelings, making him feel a stinging pain like being pricked by needles.

"So, will it work or not?" the voice asked again.

"What exactly?" Chu Zihang asked numbly.

“Look,” the voice said.

Chu Zihang understood and turned his head. In the distance, outside the majestic city gate, amidst the mountains of corpses and seas of blood, stood a blurry figure, seemingly waiting for him.

"Is it going to work or not?" the voice asked for the third time. Chu Zihang hesitated for a moment, glanced back at the bustling Basilica, and finally made his decision.

"Row."

But in reality, he didn't need to make a complete decision at all. He had just turned around completely, before he could even take the first step, when he found that everything he had was swallowed up.

A tremendous roar came from all directions. The city gates swung open, revealing an endless ocean. His vision blurred; he could only see enormous columns of dust rising from the seabed, writhing excitedly. Hidden within these columns were writhing mouths, chanting hymns that Chu Zihang couldn't understand…

The dream has shattered.

……

"Underwear...panties."

"Take this card with you."

"If you don't have money... don't try to rob us, ask us for it."

"Most importantly... no flirting."

One week later, in Chicago.

Lu Mingfei stood amidst the bustling crowd, looking up at the church-like dome of Union Station, surrounded by the lingering chatter of girls, soft and crisp like larks.

Most colleges and universities in the United States begin their fall semester in late August or early September.

Kassel College is no exception.

Lu Mingfei carried a light suitcase in his left hand, not carrying much stuff, since he didn't plan to stay here anyway, and held a train ticket and a card in his right hand.

The ticket was for the CC1000 express train, a feeder train to Deep Mountain College in the outskirts of Illinois.

The card was pure black, with no markings on its surface, and had been placed under the pillow in his chosen room from the moment he boarded the Evrima.

Come to think of it, things seem to have all piled up at once lately, like a bunch of snakes biting at you.

After lingering on the Arctic route for half a year, the YAMAL finally appeared in a Norwegian port; the Kassel College was about to hold a board meeting; and there seemed to be some minor issues at the Baidi City ruins in the Qutang Gorge area of ​​the Three Gorges, which is under 24-hour surveillance... Old Tang got a short break and moved from Europe to China.

In principle, these are all major matters, and Lu Mingfei should handle them personally.

There's no such thing as being able to guard against thieves for a thousand days if you're a thief for a thousand days.

Fortunately, Lu Mingfei mastered the core technology.

Shadow Warrior No. 1 (formerly Leviathan) was sent to Norway, while Shadow Warrior No. 2 (formerly Nicholas) stayed in the Three Gorges, keeping an eye on two undercurrents that occasionally bubbled up.

I personally came to Kassel College to find out for myself, carrying that "black card" that the potato chip girl patted her chest and guaranteed was really awesome.

Lu Mingfei compared the black train ticket to the large screen hanging high above:
"Senior, I don't see the CC1000 express train on the train timetable."

Given his current status, there was no need for him to sneak around to the Kassel College; he could openly request a visit from Angers last week.

On the phone, Old Deng sounded overjoyed, dancing a jazz dance to background music while quickly explaining that he had already asked the academy's AI, Norma, to arrange a perfect itinerary based on Lu Mingfei's schedule.

But now it seems that all those claims of "making guests feel at home" and the so-called "highest standards" were meaningless.

That's utter nonsense! It's just empty promises!

Lu Mingfei was somewhat annoyed. He could wait, but at least he should know how long he had to wait. He couldn't just say "soon" and expect people to be on edge and waiting in place all the time. Giving a rough estimate of a few minutes wouldn't be difficult.

Standing in the bustling hall, Chu Zihang hesitated for a moment:

"Theoretically speaking, they should know as soon as we arrive..."

“One dollar, just one dollar…” someone said behind them.

In the United States, this is a typical begging phrase, asking for a dollar, just like the lotus flower ballad sung by a beggar in ancient China.

“Nope.”

Lu Mingfei didn't turn his head. Homeless people were too authoritative creatures, like monsters that spawned regularly at various transportation hubs. Thanks to the two young and kind-looking Chinese guys, they kept popping up along the way.

But this wild monster seemed unusually bold.

Instead of looking for the next target after being rejected, he boldly approached her again:

"Cluck, cluck, cluck..."

"?"

Lu Mingfei turned his head and glanced at the guy who looked like he was cosplaying a hen performing. He turned out to be a tall and burly young man. His face, buried in his beard, was quite handsome. His dark green plaid shirt and baggy trousers looked like they hadn't been washed or changed in a long time. He seemed to be one of the worst-equipped monsters among the monsters.

Lu Mingfei has always disliked tall and strong homeless people like this... it's just outrageous.

Chu Zihang suddenly called out his name: "Finger".

"Brother, brother!" The other person seemed to be crying tears of joy.

"..."

Lu Mingfei then realized that this muscular man wasn't cosplaying a hen, but was speaking Chinese.

Holy crap, and he still says he's not a professional homeless person!

“Fingal von Frings, President! Freshman! I’ve finally met a family member.”

The monster quickly pulled a magnetic card ticket from its pocket. The black ticket was decorated with silver patterns of a giant tree with lush foliage.

While howling like a banshee, Fingel almost lunged at him, but Lu Mingfei dodged without making a sound.

I hope this jacket doesn't get covered in black handprints.

However, Chu Zihang is a good person and had already bought him a sandwich and a Coke at the Subway next door.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you!"

Amidst repeated thanks, Chu Zihang asked, "Where's the train? How many days have you been waiting here?"

“It’ll be… several days, maybe a week?” Fingel scratched his messy hair. “There’s nothing I can do. I’m from a lower class. People from lower classes just have to wait for the bus.”

"Class?" Lu Mingfei asked curiously. "What are those? The bourgeoisie and the proletariat?"

"Well... uh, it's something like aristocratic status. Students of higher classes have certain privileges, and the academy's resources are given to them first, such as priority in dispatching vehicles... Logically speaking, when the student council president arrives, the train should arrive as well, and we commoners are also benefiting from this." Fingel took a big bite of his sandwich and gulped down his cola.

God knows how this guy manages to speak clearly while his mouth is stuffed full.

It means lineage.

Lu Mingfei knew that information about the Dragon Clan was to be kept confidential from new students before they officially enrolled.

Therefore, Fingel used the word 'class' instead.

Too lazy to explain that he wasn't a freshman, Lu Mingfei continued to ask casually:
"So what is your social class?"

“F,” Fingel chuckled.

"What level?"

Lu Mingfei was instantly shocked and subconsciously activated the panel that had been closed all along.

Name: Fingel von Frings

【Age: 27/32】

【Combat strength: 629】

【Favourability: 4】

Wealth Index: N/A

[Bloodline: A+]

【Word of Power: Bronze Throne】

[Special Status: Nibelungen Mark, Bloodlust (Passive), Dragon Blood Contamination]

[Tags: Kassel's top paparazzo, Kassel's top loser, King of losers, master of repeating grades, Finnish dog, no bottom line, Professor Guderian's lifelong enemy, fried chicken destroyer, hamburger destroyer... Computer super genius, mathematical super genius, Henkel's successor, Flammel's disciple, Angers confidant, Greenland incident survivor, avenger, Fiery Dragon Slayer...]

[Comment: However, this senior brother is not entirely trustworthy.]

"..."

Lu Mingfei was utterly shocked, staring at the end of a series of well-known, disguised labels, followed by another series of little-known, real labels.

It took a lot of effort to resist raising the fusion level to 50% and to glance at Fingel's mental panel in public.

Goodness, is this guy Chu Zihang a twin?

Another one who's been to the Nibelungen?

Moreover, Fingel's true identity is... Henkel's successor, Flamel's mentor and disciple, and Angers' confidant.

If I remember correctly, the leader of the North American mixed-race family alliance was named Henkel, right?

In addition, he was a confidant of the leader of the European Secret Party and a disciple of Flammel's alchemy lineage.

What triple agent!
Fingel seemed to sense that the air around him was a little strange, and his usually composed act of eating his sandwich slowed down a bit.

Lu Mingfei's gaze froze for a moment.

Fingel frantically searched his mind for every word and glance he had just made, as well as the task Angers had given him... He shouldn't have given anything away, right?

"F it is then."

Fingel, who considered himself a pretty good actor, continued to greet him with a fawning smile and slurping his cola:
"What level is Freshman Bro? But don't panic, with our president, who's an A-level, here, we should be there in less than half an hour by car."

Lu Mingfei composed himself and gave a friendly smile: "Hehe, how can you be so sure I'm a freshman?"

"Because I've never seen you at school... Don't worry, my F-grade is still quite prestigious."

Fingel swallowed the sandwich in his mouth and patted his chest, saying:
"Apart from the poor living conditions, Kassel College is completely under my control. Whether one person is added or removed, they will not escape my notice!"

Chu Zihang, standing to the side, silently covered his face. Come to think of it, he hadn't dealt with the paparazzi for spreading rumors last time.

Lu Mingfei smiled in agreement; Fingel was still too modest.

This guy clearly has more than just Kassel College as his informant.

However, Angers' approach is still too unorthodox.
Good heavens, even his own trusted confidant has been promoted to F-rank. He must have been starving for days. He needs someone else to treat him to a sandwich and a Coke. Can you really just make people work without feeding them?
While pondering, Lu Mingfei raised a question that any freshman would inevitably have to address when encountering a boastful upperclassman:

"Then why did you become an F-rank?"

"Hehe, junior brother, it's because Kassel College is very pragmatic. Everything here is related to hierarchy. It's just a remnant of the evil old society!"

Fingel wiped his mouth and continued to pontificate, "Seriously, if I ever come to power, I absolutely cannot let that rabble continue to wreak havoc on the academy. We need stronger policies to save this stagnant pool!"

What is your campaign manifesto?

“It has to be a guaranteed job placement!” Fingel declared righteously.

“Okay, then I’ll vote for you.” Lu Mingfei laughed.

"Tickets are being checked," Chu Zihang said.

"……what?"

Before Fingel could react, Chu Zihang had already walked towards a suddenly opened ticket gate marked with the words "CC1000 Express Train". A loosely dressed train attendant in a dark green uniform stood at the entrance.

"oh oh."

Fingel snapped out of his daze and winked at Lu Mingfei.

What I mean is, what my buddy said makes sense, the train should arrive within half an hour.

Lu Mingfei took out his ticket from his pocket and followed his two "senior brothers" toward the ticket gate.

His gaze swept over the train conductor's head... Word Spirit Ghost, the man was leaning against the turnstile chewing gum.

A relaxed vibe typical of American working professionals.

The train conductor took Fingel's ticket and swiped it through the ticket machine. The green light came on, and a beep sounded.

"Fingal, aren't you going to drop out of school yet?" the train conductor rolled his eyes and said. "I thought I wouldn't see you this year."

“I’m a man of my word,” Fingel said, unwilling to give up.

Next up was Chu Zihang; the green light came on, but the background music was cheerful.

The train attendant's beautiful green eyes lit up with a smile. "Chu Zihang, so you're the president of the Lionheart Society. No wonder you've lined up for this train at this time; you usually come at night."

"Thank you," Chu Zihang said politely.

Fingel, standing to the side, pouted, clearly dissatisfied with the train conductor's differential treatment.

The train conductor took Lu Mingfei's ticket and swiped it through the ticket machine; the green light illuminated.
'Clang clang clang—'

All sound from the loudspeakers stopped, and the magnificent melody of the famous "Huldigungsmarsch" began to play.

It immediately attracted everyone's attention.

Rolls of scarlet carpet stretched out from the end of the corridor.

The workmanship and materials were obviously ridiculously expensive. Next were the waiters, whose dark green uniforms were made of the finest cashmere, with gold thread embroidery on the cuffs and trousers. A pocket watch with a gold chain was tucked into the small pocket of his vest, and an elaborate and antique badge hung on his chest, depicting a giant tree that was half withered and half flourishing.

They walked out with graceful steps.

The gleaming leather boots danced gracefully under the lights, as light and agile as butterflies.

The once bustling waiting hall was now completely silent.

"Richard Lu! Mr.!"

The train conductor seemed to awaken from a dream, reciting the names on the ticket verification machine in a poetic style.

The name is followed by the letter 'S' and an additional word 'Board'!
It means school board member.

"Welcome aboard the CC1000 Special Express. The train is ready. Would you like to depart now or proceed to the VIP lounge?"

The train attendant's casual, relaxed posture instantly straightened, and his voice was filled with obsequiousness.

"You can even leave early?" Fingel stared in astonishment at the train conductor, whose body control had suddenly been taken over by his second personality. "No trains in any country in the world leave early, right? Trains have to run on tracks. How can you say I'm leaving early and ask the trains ahead of me to give way?"

"Why not? This is a VIP! An S-class! Are we going to waste time waiting for a car? Even if the world were to end, it should step aside in front of an S-class!"

After giving Fingel a cold reply, the train conductor put on a smile again: "Mr. Richard Lu."

"Let's set off now, thank you."

Lu Mingfei's voice unconsciously became indifferent and polite.

It's unclear who registered this guy named 'Richard'.

But in his heart, he planned to withdraw the promise he had just made to Fingel.

"It seems that the widespread adoption of the class system at Kassel College has its positive aspects, and there are many merits to it."

(End of this chapter)