Brass Dragons in the Dragon World

“I understand. They come from heaven, they don’t belong to this world.” Lu Mingfei nodded, looking like he completely understood.

“Look at the golden light, that enormous size, and considering Uncle De’s usual behavior, he must have been spouting nonsense in heaven and got kicked out by God,” Lu Mingfei added.

Lu Mingze opened his mouth, then silently walked behind Lu Mingfei, raised his shiny leather shoes, and kicked Lu Mingfei in the butt.

During the fall, Lu Mingfei heard Lu Mingze's final roar:

"...That's not gold, it's shit-yellow!"

"Poop-yellow color!"

Chapter 153 What level of skill is it to play StarCraft with a red dot sight?

Falling, falling again.

"Ahhhh!"

Lu Mingfei yelled and jumped up from his chair. It seemed like he hit something hard on his head, and the two made a crisp sound as they collided.

"Ow!"

"what!"

A sharp pain shot through him, and Lu Mingfei quickly covered his head. Through his teary eyes, he saw a red-haired figure rushing out.

"Senior, I'm so sorry!"

Lu Mingfei covered his head and shouted from behind Nuonuo, his mind filled with thoughts of whether he would fail the exam because he had injured the proctor.

The only response he received was Nuonuo's low sobs and a resentful look in her eyes as she turned back before leaving.

"Don't worry, she probably just bumped her tongue. She went to the infirmary." Manstein, who had been standing to the side, slowly walked over and took the manuscript from Lu Mingfei's desk. "Do you want to go to the infirmary to check on her too?"

"Is the senior alright?"

"It's just a sore tongue. Don't underestimate the regenerative abilities of hybrids." Manstein didn't care. According to the rules, Nono shouldn't be too close to the examinees, so this incident served as a lesson for her.

Lu Mingfei then looked around and realized he was the only one left in the classroom. He grimaced and covered his head, asking:

"What about the rest?"

"You slept until noon after the exam." Manstein raised an eyebrow; this was the first time he had ever seen a student sleep for so long during the 3E exam.

Manstein waved his hand, signaling Lu Mingfei to leave the examination room. "Rest this afternoon, military training will continue tomorrow."

Lu Mingfei walked out of the examination room with a bump on his head from Nuonuo's chin. A petite figure stood at the door, carrying a plastic bag.

"Zero, what are you doing here?" Lu Mingfei waved to Zero. Come to think of it, she was the first girl who had ever been this close to him.

Zero remained as cold as ever, and she picked up the plastic bag in her hand and stuffed it into Lu Mingfei's hand.

"The food is hot." The words were short, but heartwarming.

"Ah, thank you, thank you." Lu Mingfei grinned and thanked him repeatedly. "A meal's worth of kindness deserves a thousandfold repayment. If you ever need anything in the future, just come to me."

Taking the plastic bag, I could tell from the outline that it was the usual roasted pork knuckle and mashed potatoes with sauerkraut from the cafeteria. The rustic German food was radiating warm steam from the foil-wrapped takeout box.

"Thank you so much. If there's nothing else, I'll be going now..." Lu Mingfei felt a little uncomfortable with the current atmosphere and made an excuse to leave.

“After the military training is over…” Zero finally spoke, his tone stiff, as if he were negotiating with a terrorist. “There’s a ball at Norton Hall. You’ll be my dance partner.”

Zero's tone was as if he were announcing something so ordinary that it couldn't be more so, but Lu Mingfei stared blankly at the plastic bag in his hand.

"Is this considered payment in kind?" he muttered to himself.

"What?" Zero's voice startled Lu Mingfei. He quickly gripped the bag tightly, nodded repeatedly, and replied:

"No problem, I'll definitely come, absolutely!"

The petite Zero always gives people a sense of irresistibility, making it impossible to disagree with her.

As Lu Mingfei, carrying his things, was about to leave, Ling reached out, stood on tiptoe, and gently patted the top of Lu Mingfei's head.

"It won't hurt anymore." Zero's voice, accompanied by a fragrance, brushed against Lu Mingfei's cheek, making him forget the pain in his head for a moment.

"Th...thank you." Lu Mingfei felt his ears burning. He hurriedly said goodbye to Ling and rushed back to his dormitory.

The dormitory was still the same as before. The messy beds and garbage brought Lu Mingfei back to his senses. On the upper bunk, a ball of blankets was wriggling, and Fingel emerged from it.

"Congratulations, you beat up the senior, dated the junior, and became the coolest guy in the college."

"What?" Lu Mingfei asked, puzzled, as he placed the plastic bag containing the pork knuckle on the bed.

“Look at this,” Fingel leaned out and showed him a picture on his laptop. “It’s gone viral on the school forum. Thanks to you, the publicity department’s performance target for this month was met ahead of schedule.”

Lu Mingfei looked at the photos on the computer. One of them was a picture of Nuonuo covering her mouth and running out of the classroom, with Lu Mingfei looking innocent in the background. The next picture was of Ling standing on tiptoe and stroking Lu Mingfei's head.

"If Nuonuo weren't my good brother, I would have turned you into a scumbag who jumps back and forth between sexy senior girls and aloof junior girls."

Fingel made an exaggerated gesture: "That would generate a lot of traffic, but unfortunately, if I did that, Nono and Caesar would beat me to a pulp."

"Moreover, theoretically speaking, the student council is still my boss. I can't spread rumors, or I'll be stabbed and expelled from the gang."

Lu Mingfei sat down irritably, without washing his hands, and took a piece of meat from the foil packet in the plastic bag and stuffed it into his mouth.

He felt very hungry and needed to replenish his energy.

"You... what would you think if you had an alien uncle?" Lu Mingfei recalled what he had seen during the exam and wanted to share it with someone.

"You mean Mr. Ander? He just posted on the Night Watchers forum about you." Fingel ruthlessly exposed Lu Mingfei's pretense, delivering a direct blow that stunned Lu Mingfei, who was still struggling with the sauerkraut.

"What?!" Upon hearing this, Lu Mingfei, like a teenager whose diary had been dug up by his parents, turned on the computer with incredible speed, waving his greasy hands.

"Where is it? What did he post?" Lu Mingfei searched through the posts on the Night Watchers forum. Since the 3E exam results were not yet available, he could only enter the Night Watchers forum as a guest.

"In the post analyzing whether you are S-rank, his ID is 'Brass Warhammer'. You can find it by scrolling down."

Fingel replied unhurriedly that he was currently watching Anderfa's video on the forum.

The video appears to have been shot with a handheld DV camera. Lu Mingfei is sitting on a sofa with a laptop in front of him, playing StarCraft.

What's most striking is that Lu Mingfei didn't use a keyboard and mouse, but rather the TrackPoint on his laptop to dominate StarCraft.

Below are rows of replies.

War Priest: What level is this?

Truck driver: I don't know, I don't play games.

Deep Sea Trident: The spearmen's spread-out maneuvers are pretty good; I can't even do that with a mouse.

Watermelon Fried Chicken: So the S-class is actually stronger in reaction speed and agility?

"Who are the war priest and the truck driver, and why do they have so many likes?" Lu Mingfei looked at his video and breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, it wasn't anything strange.

“The war priest is Caesar, Caesar Gattuso, and the truck driver is Chu Zihang,” Fingel replied. “You know Caesar, he is indeed a priest.”

Lu Mingfei recalled the strange little church and nodded. "Then what about Chu Zihang? Why did he choose this name?"

Fingel rubbed his hair, giving a strange look.

"Because he really can drive a truck. Once, during a mission, he crashed his truck into a Deadpool, and the logistics department had to use shovels to lift Deadpool off the ground."

"Wow...that's amazing!"

Chapter 154 The Dragon's Treasure

Hearing Fingel's words, Lu Mingfei was stunned for a moment. His impression of Chu Zihang was still from junior high school: excellent grades, serious, athletic, and otherworldly as if he were a celestial being descended from heaven.

It's hard to imagine that a man like that would drive a dump truck and smash a monster so badly that it couldn't even be shoveled up. It just goes to show that everyone has changed a lot over the years, whether it's Chu Zihang or Lu Mingfei.

"This is really something, so intense. I never knew my senior brother had such a violent side," Lu Mingfei muttered to himself.

"Well, Chu Zihang is the future ace of the Executive Department."

However, some of the specialists who went on the mission with him also commented that he was very...

How so, pragmatism?

Fingel became completely excited when talking about gossip, but Lu Mingfei found Fingel's comments somewhat strange.

"Are you saying he's rather pragmatic when it comes to tasks?"

“No, no, no, you’ve completely misunderstood me,” Fingel waved his hand.

"According to my information, Chu Zihang always uses some strange tricks when he does missions."

Things like sulfuric acid water guns, steel hooks, and of course, dump trucks.

Most importantly, don't be fooled by the katana he's carrying; it's just an illusion.

When you're locked in a fierce battle with him, he'll create distance, pull out a gun from who-knows-where, fire a burst at you, and then summon flames with his magic, splattering them all over your face.

Hearing Fingel's words, Lu Mingfei shuddered: "I thought my senior brother would just openly and honestly slash at me."

"No, no, no, Chu Zihang is that kind of person. If he can take down a target, he doesn't mind using some underhanded tactics. A gun is more useful than a knife, so naturally he'll draw his gun."

Many people thought Chu Zihang was very capable, and even the official specialists in the execution department appreciated his approach.

"why?"

“Because staying alive is the most important thing. Do you think there are countless idiots who take up knives and fight Deadpool every year, only to get ripped open by Deadpool’s claw? Not everyone is Principal Angers.” Fingel rolled his eyes. In the eyes of the Executive Department, Chu Zihang, who would stop at nothing, was the only outstanding agent.

"And who do you think Chu Zihang learned these tricks from?" Fingel pointed at Lu Mingfei, who was still in a daze.

"Learned from me... oh no, from Uncle De?" Lu Mingfei suddenly realized. He had been thinking that this kind of thing was not in line with his senior brother's temperament at all. It turned out that he had a master behind him.

"No wonder my senior brother told me before that he learned how to drive heavy vehicles from Uncle De. So that's what happened." Lu Mingfei then realized that Chu Zihang hadn't lied to him; he really did know how to drive a dump truck.

"That's the kind of person Mr. Ander is, you know, there's a legend about him in Kassel."

If you gain Mr. Ender's favor, he might give you an alchemical weapon.

According to the people who received the weapons earlier, these alchemical weapons were lent to them by Mr. Ender.

They'll have to pay it back after they die.

Fingel continued the conversation by telling Ander's story, and he could tell that Lu Mingfei really wanted to know more about Ander.

"Of course, there is interest on loans. Gold, gems, or another alchemical weapon are all acceptable."

Lu Mingfei gave a strange look: "So my uncle is actually a loan shark?"

Fingel replied irritably, "Do you think an alchemical weapon is cheap? These things are worth millions."