Brass Dragons in the Dragon World

Tonight, the instructor taught them a few Korean letters, and seeing that they had all memorized them, he felt reassured and let them take the test.

According to the instructor, tomorrow's test will be a dictation of words; you just need to write down the sounds you hear.

Although Lu Mingfei felt that tomorrow's exam would not be so easy, he was too tired after a long day to think about it. All he wanted to do was to sink into his blankets and get a good night's sleep.

The next day, Lu Mingfei got up at 5:30 in the morning, feeling exhausted, but then he suddenly remembered that he had an exam that morning and didn't have to go to training, so he breathed a sigh of relief.

Now he can sleep two more hours. The 3E exam is at eight in the morning, so there's still plenty of time. But Lu Mingfei's biological clock has been disrupted by the military training he's been undergoing, and he's lost his sleepiness.

He tossed and turned in bed, finally deciding to get up and go to the school to take a look. He hadn't had a proper look at the place since training these past few days.

Lu Mingfei left Fingel fast asleep in the room, took his ID card and left. The weather in Chicago was nice; it was September, and the temperature was around 24 degrees Celsius, which was the most comfortable time of year.

Lu Mingfei encountered an unexpected person at the dormitory entrance: the Glacier Queen, Valkyrie: Zero.

Because Ling performed exceptionally well during military training and always had a cold demeanor, someone gave her a nickname that was completely inconsistent with her appearance: Ice Queen.

However, some girls prefer to call her the Vacuum Queen because Zero has a slight obsession with cleanliness. That day, after she finished cutting Deadpool, she took leave to wash her hands in the bathroom for a long time.

"Want to take a walk together?" Zero saw Lu Mingfei and extended an invitation to him.

Although Zero is very pretty, she hasn't received any love letters or invitations from boys since the start of the semester. After all, no one wants to be seen as a lolicon, and this kind of thing is still very serious in the United States.

As Sam Bull, standing next to Lu Mingfei, said, love can transcend age, but the FBI can also step into your home.

Therefore, if you don't want to get arrested by the disciplinary committee, it's best not to be too intimate with Zero, which is a consensus among many boys.

Lu Mingfei hesitated for a moment, but finally nodded. He didn't have any particular thoughts about Ling, but this was a rare opportunity to chat with this top student and gain some experience in taking exams.

Lu Mingfei and Ling left the dormitory and wandered aimlessly around the campus. Looking at Ling's delicate profile, Lu Mingfei didn't know what to say for a moment.

"What a coincidence, you're not asleep either." Lu Mingfei chuckled and casually started a conversation, but he regretted it as soon as the words left his mouth. The topic was too far-fetched, and the atmosphere became a little awkward.

"Yes." Zero was wearing her camouflage training uniform from military training, and she smelled pleasant. Her answer was as simple as ever.

Lu Mingfei scratched his cheek, unable to think of anything to say, so he could only follow Ling around the school.

The two walked past an auditorium that looked like it was built in the style of ancient Greece, and then saw luxury cars parked in front of the Norton Building. After walking a little further, they came across an antique-style Chinese building.

“Mist Moon Pavilion?” Lu Mingfei looked at the sign in front of him. “Why does this name sound so strange?”

“That’s the Dragon King’s name,” Zero said, standing next to him. “Every building is named after the Dragon King.”

Lu Mingfei scratched his head. He could understand if the Dragon King was called Norton, but what Dragon King would be called Mist Moon?

This doesn't sound like a dragon's name, but perhaps this dragon king's surname is Ao, since all the dragon kings in Journey to the West have the surname Ao.

“That’s really strange.” Lu Mingfei straightened up. “This school teaches how to slay dragons.”

“The Secret Party wants to express their contempt for the dragons in this way,” Zero said. “You can think of these houses as the corpses of the Dragon King.”

Lu Mingfei shuddered, feeling as if the building in front of him had turned into the corpse of a dragon, with a gaping maw, waiting for him to enter.

"Are you scared?" Lu Mingfei heard Ling chuckle and quickly shook his head.

"No, no, I'm just... a little cold."

Ling looked at Lu Mingfei, a meaningful smile curving her lips, and gently took Lu Mingfei's hand.

Are you still cold?

Lu Mingfei felt a surge of energy rush from his lower abdomen to his chest, and his heart tingled with an unpleasant itch. Apart from Qiao Weini, this was probably the first time he had ever held hands with a girl.

But when he turned around and saw Ling's young appearance, most of his excitement dissipated. It didn't feel like a boy and girl of the same age holding hands; it felt more like an older brother taking his younger sister for a walk.

"Uh... much better." Lu Mingfei tried to pull his hand away without making a sound, but found that his hand was being held tightly by Ling and he couldn't move it.

Only now did he realize that the girl in front of him, who looked like she was fourteen, was actually an eighteen-year-old mixed-race woman who could do weighted push-ups during physical training and was the kind of girl who could make him cry with a single punch during combat.

So the weakling Lu Mingfei was led around the academy by the powerful Zero. There weren't many people in the school, and they enjoyed a quiet and relaxing time, which relieved a lot of Lu Mingfei's pre-exam tension.

Knowing that the exam time was approaching, Ling finally let go of Lu Mingfei's hand and walked with him towards the exam hall.

An elderly man with a bald head and a suit stood at the classroom door, next to a red-haired girl.

"You've arrived quite early. Come in and find a place to sit." Manstein looked at Lu Mingfei and Ling, who had come with him, and told them to go in.

Chen Motong, standing beside them, glanced at the two of them a few times before slowly speaking:

Are you... dating?

Chapter 150 3E Exam

Lu Mingfei entered the classroom with a flushed face. Chen Motong's voice had been quite loud, and several people in the classroom had heard it. The murmurs spread among the students, who glanced at the two of them with curiosity in their eyes.

"Lu, are you on a date with the Ice Queen?" Lu Mingfei found a seat and sat down. A black man with curly hair came over next to him.

“Just taking a walk, Bradley.” Lu Mingfei hesitated for a moment before finally giving the answer under the man’s urging.

The black man's name was Bradley, a young man from Mississippi. He was free-spirited and easygoing, just like Sam Brown, the type who would get itchy if he didn't get a beating every day.

Lu Mingfei, who ranked last in physical fitness during military training, was therefore included in the extra training group along with them. They often trained together and forged a deep friendship.

“Oh!…” Bradley glanced at Lu Mingfei a few times. “Lu, um, this kind of thing is illegal. Although mixed-race people don’t care much about the law, but…”

“She’s an adult,” Lu Mingfei said without hesitation, then covered his mouth as if he had thought of something.

"What I mean is, she's an adult, she can make her own decisions about these things..."

Lu Mingfei was somewhat flustered and stammered incoherently.

"Dude, you should know that if you take her to a hotel, there's a high chance you'll get arrested and thrown in jail."

Bradley said in a low voice, explaining American law to Lu Mingfei, this guy from China.

“But don’t worry, our freshman fraternity will provide you with the best lawyer.” An Indian young man turned around from the front.

His name is Qi Lan. In Lu Mingfei's eyes, he is a guy who is always talking nonsense. He is also the president of the freshman social club and often tries to recruit Lu Mingfei to join the freshman social club. However, Lu Mingfei always keeps his distance from this eccentric guy.

Qilan's Word of Power is that of a prophet, a Word of Power that can foresee the future. This makes him very popular among the freshmen because he can accurately predict whether it will rain tomorrow and what the military training will include.

After Lu Mingfei once again rejected Qi Lan's invitation to join the group, Professor Manstein, who looked very serious, stood on the podium.

"I hope you are all prepared. In the 3E exam, all forms of cheating are not allowed, and you will bear the consequences."

The senior student was holding a stack of A4 paper and a handful of coins, distributing exam supplies to everyone.

"The exam will officially begin in 3 minutes. Turn off your phones now and place them on the corner of your desk along with your student ID."

The door closed silently, leaving a group of students facing blank draft papers. No one panicked; of course, there was no need for a test paper for dictation, but some people were still dissatisfied with this format.

The camera silently watched the students sitting upright from the rooftop, and at this tense moment, melodious light music unexpectedly began to play.

"I wish I hadn't come here. Using dictation as an exam method, Stanford promised me a half-scholarship back then..."

Bradley muttered to himself that, contrary to his hip-hop appearance, this guy was a true academic genius. Although he wanted to go to Stanford, he ended up in Kassel after seeing Sir Henkel's revolver.

“If I were you, I’d go to Stanford.” Lu Mingfei shrugged. “If I had an offer from Stanford, why would I be here?”

Stanford doesn't have military training or a strong mixed-race population, so it might be more comfortable than Kassel.

“But don’t you yearn to be among the world’s truly top-notch people?” Bradley turned around, puzzled. “If I went to Stanford, I wouldn’t be able to meet people like you.”

"Someone like me?" Lu Mingfei asked Bradley, listening intently to the subtle, wind-like sounds behind the music. "What kind of person am I?"

"The man who will create a new world"—this was the first time Lu Mingfei had seen Bradley so serious.

"Creating a new world?" Lu Mingfei wondered how this could be related to him. He waved his hand, "Yes, it's true. He just won the Nobel Peace Prize. I saw it on the news."

“That’s what Qilan said.” Bradley leaned closer to Lu Mingfei. “Qilan never says anything wrong. His Word of Power is ‘Prophet’.”

Words of power are truly wondrous things. Qi Lan's weather predictions are always incredibly accurate; if she says it will rain, it will rain. She's far more accurate than those damned weather forecasts.

“He never says anything wrong, and he never praises anyone, but he praises you,” Bradley said in a low voice. “He’s been my best friend since childhood, and every time he predicts something, it comes true. Some people are afraid of him, thinking he’s crazy, and they sent him to a mental hospital. He was very depressed for a time, and I was the only one who stayed with him.”

Lu Mingfei couldn't help but look up in Qi Lan's direction. The handsome Indian student, as if he had foreseen this gaze, turned around and greeted Lu Mingfei.

“The Freshman Sorority supports you,” Bradley said sincerely. “The Lionheart Society and the Student Council have been trying to recruit members among the freshmen to strengthen themselves, but Chilan told us that we shouldn’t scatter, that we should wait, and that someone would come to lead us. We were all skeptical at first, until we heard that they had found an ‘S’ class freshman—and that’s you!”

Bradley was silent for a moment, then covered his face with his hands, rested his elbows on the desk, and silently shed tears.

"Dude, it's not that serious." Lu Mingfei looked at Bradley, who was in tears. "There's no need to cry about something like this."

But Lu Mingfei soon realized that it wasn't Bradley who was moved to tears, but rather that the 3E exam had begun.

Just as Fingel said, they were caught in some kind of hallucination, unconsciously making all sorts of moves. Lu Mingfei saw Qi Lan prostrating himself, like a Hindu ascetic.

The students in the classroom started to dance wildly, most of them losing control and scribbling on the paper. Thanks to their military training, they seemed to still have a little control over their bodies and didn't stray too far from their seats.

A group of people watched the students' chaotic dancing in the classroom through a camera. Ander stood in front of the screen, watching with great interest as a student sang a series of high notes in an aria.

“Watching the 3E exam recordings every year brings me immense joy,” Anders told Angers. “It’s much better than stand-up comedy.”

“Yes, I remember last year a student performed a Maori war dance, it was absolutely amazing.” Angers also watched the students’ reactions on the screen, hoping to find those exceptionally talented young men.

Behind them, Anton silently stared at the screen, pondering whether he should give Lu Mingfei more training. He didn't want to let this rascal who was dating his daughter get away with it.

Even if he is a junior member of the school board, it doesn't matter.

Under the watchful eyes of the others, Lu Mingfei's head swayed, then slammed onto the table with a thud.

"I'm going to take this part and put it in a comedy compilation." Ander looked at Lu Mingfei and laughed so hard his shoulders shook a few times.

Angers looked at Lu Mingfei's uncontrollable scribbles on the paper, pushed up his glasses, and said:

"It seems our secret weapon is quite unique."

Chapter 151 The Journey of the Past

At the start of the exam, Lu Mingfei tried to find the words he needed to write in the somber symphony, but under the influence of the music, he could hardly hear anything.

“It’s over,” he said, looking at Bradley beside him. “Forget about changing the world, I can’t even pass the exam.”

Bradley clasped his hands together, like a compassionate Buddha statue, two lines of tears streaming down his dark cheeks, completely oblivious to Lu Mingfei's anxiety beside him.

The classroom was in complete chaos. Most of the students were moving around recklessly, while the few who remained calm, mostly Chinese, were sitting quietly at their desks, answering questions.

“Dragon script is actually a three-dimensional language,” Ander said in the monitoring room. “It’s created by compressing multiple different sound waves together and emitting them.”

"Therefore, each word contains a considerable amount of information, which the average human brain cannot analyze, just as an old computer cannot understand a compressed file."

Angers continued.

"So, hybrids can experience clairvoyance when they hear dragon runes?" Anton dutifully offered his pat on the back.