Brass Dragons in the Dragon World

At that moment, two bursts of sparks erupted from the edge of the stage. The student council ended their performance with gunshots and cheers, and the people on stage packed up their belongings and left the stage.

Lu Mingfei wanted to chase after the girl and return the hat, but there was already a crowd surrounding them, making it impossible to squeeze out.

A group of guys in black suits swarmed onto the stage, then dispersed like crows. The once empty stage was now set up with instruments, and a band appeared on it.

Lu Mingfei was surprised to see his senior, Chu Zihang, sitting behind the drum set with a cold expression, dressed in a black suit just like the men in black from before.

Interestingly, the band's lead singer was dressed as a Peking Opera actress, resembling Lin Daiyu from a TV series. However, this Daiyu was holding a guitar, which looked rather strange.

A somewhat familiar prelude began to play, as if taking Lu Mingfei back to the days when he watched TV during summer vacation.

The person in theatrical costume on stage held the microphone with a gentle gesture, and a voice that could be either male or female echoed through the air.

"One is a fairy flower from a celestial garden, the other is a flawless jade."

If there were no predestined fate, why would I have met him in this life?

If there was a miraculous connection, why did my heart's desire ultimately vanish?

puff!

Ander, who was watching from above, spat out his water. The song was incredibly familiar; it was the interlude "Wang Ningmei" from the 87 TV series "Dream of the Red Chamber".

"This kid knows how to do things," Ander remarked. He recognized the guy in the costume below; he was Chu Feng, the second of Chu Jie's adopted twins, also known as Yuan Zhi Nu in the original story.

"It's not the original version; some rock elements have been added."

Angers took on the role of explanation very competently. As a member of the original Lionheart Club, he had seen Chu Feng's performance in advance and praised him for combining Chinese elements with rock music.

A spotlight shone on the person next to Chu Feng, another guy in a black suit. Lu Mingfei was surprised to find that this man in black looked a lot like the lead singer.

The man in black also took a microphone and joined in the singing.

"A sigh in vain."

A TM empty-handed worker's concern

One is the moon reflected in the water.

One is a flower in a mirror.

The profanities interspersed in the elegant poetry give this song a rock and roll feel, making you feel like Lin Daiyu and Jia Baoyu are sitting at a barbecue stall, eating skewers, drinking beer and chatting.

"Chu Tong is a junior now."

Ander sighed. The man in black was the older twin, Genjiro, from the original story, but now he had a Chinese name: Chu Tong.

Angers looked at Chu Tong singing on stage, nodded and said, "He's doing a pretty good job as president."

Due to his extremely high lineage, Chu Tong joined the Lionheart Society in his freshman year under the influence of Chu Jie and Angers, and is now the "former" president of the Lionheart Society.

"Thinking in the eyes"

How many tears can there be?

How can one endure the autumn's flow until the winter's end?

Spring flows into summer

what……"

A series of long notes ended the song, and Lu Mingfei couldn't help but sigh that American schools were indeed full of activities. It seemed that apart from having a lot of guns, this Kassel College was no different from other schools.

At this moment, the music on stage gradually subsided, and the two lead singers who looked very similar slipped away from the side with their instruments, leaving the other band members standing on the stage.

An eerie silence fell over the audience. Lu Mingfei watched as his senior brother raised his drumsticks straight up and swung them down like a sword, producing a crisp echo.

The next moment, the audience suddenly erupted in cheers, and everyone pulled out their guns and opened fire on the people next to them.

Lu Mingfei clutched his head and rolled off the stage. He watched as a man lay on the ground, red blood trickling from his forehead, soaking the grass. Only one thought crossed his mind:

"Dad, Mom, America... is really... so free."

Chapter 134 Fierce Battle

Gunshots, flashes of light, the clash of flesh, blood, screams, and frenzied biting.

Lu Mingfei hid under the stage, clutching the tricorn hat tightly. It had a faint lavender scent that made him feel at ease.

Meanwhile, on the grass outside, the battle had reached a fever pitch.

On the grass, two distinct groups faced each other, led by Caesar dressed as a pirate and Chu Zihang in a black suit.

Caesar held a single-handed mace in his right hand, looking arrogant. Opposite him, Chu Zihang held a katana, water droplets dripping from the blade and wetting the grass at his feet.

"Pious Shield".

"Mage Armor".

The two men facing each other were exchanging whispers that no one could hear, clearly very curious about each other's spellcasting techniques.

In the chaotic gunfight just now, they relied on protective spells to safeguard their own forces and preserve their strength as much as possible.

This was the first clash between the Lionheart Society and the Student Council.

“We outnumber each other,” Chu Zihang said in a low voice. They were currently communicating using a telepathic technique, and to those around them, they appeared to be merely silently observing each other.

Because of Lu Shanyan, many mixed-race people from China joined the Lionheart Society, resulting in a large number of spellcasters among them, and even more who remained.

The situation in the student council on the other side wasn't so good. There was only one spellcaster, Caesar, but thanks to the longer range of the spell Devotion Shield, he managed to save quite a few people, preventing the situation from getting too dire.

"The final battle is about to begin, and we won't need magic."

"No magic needed."

The next instant, the longsword slashed through the sky, leaving a silver trail, while Caesar's hammer, arriving after the sword, deflected it and struck Chu Zihang's chest.

The battle between the two awakened the surrounding crowd. Black and white clashed and churned on the grass, turning the battlefield into a Fauvist abstract painting.

Apart from the two leaders, most of the rest were unarmed. They clashed together, unleashing their inner demons with brutal, hand-to-hand combat.

The fight was a terrible sight, but the students in the midst of the brawl had smiles on their faces.

In the 1970s, an era of rapid development in humanistic psychology, psychological researchers at the Kassel College took notice of the mental health issues of mixed-race individuals.

They are plagued by a special psychological illness called the Sorrow of Blood, which makes them lack the ability to empathize with all living beings. In their world, they will eventually be left with only themselves.

This unbearable loneliness has driven countless people of mixed race to their deaths. To address this psychological issue, a psychology research group at Kassel College, combining perspectives from humanistic psychology, has proposed a solution:

Provide a free and safe space where mixed-race children can passionately release their inner pressure.

Thus, Freedom Day was born. On this day, students could disregard all school rules, do things they wouldn't normally dare to do, and find their place in the collective violation of rules by everyone.

Since the establishment of Freedom Day, the psychological assessment scores of students at Kassel College have improved significantly, which is why the old guard on the board of directors allows such a thing to exist.

Now, these children are letting loose, finding meaning in life through fighting with others.

Which side do you think will win?

Anders asked Angers.

"I'm definitely betting on the Lionheart Society; their cooperation is better."

As a long-established club in the school, the Lionheart Club has a semi-military management system, and its students' quality and teamwork are better than those of the student council.

As the two men conversed, the scales of victory below began to tip in favor of the Lionheart, but for the two leaders who were engaged in battle, the situation was quite the opposite.

Compared to the original story, Caesar received Bahamut's blessing, and as a priest, his physical constitution was far superior to that of Chu Zihang, who was a sorcerer.

Facing Caesar wielding a heavy weapon, the hammer, Chu Zihang dared not confront him head-on, and could only keep moving around, looking for an opportunity to attack.

The two remained silent, their weapons clashing and flashing, their figures constantly shifting. In just a few dozen seconds, beads of sweat appeared on both of their foreheads.

Chu Zihang was forced to the front of the stage by Caesar. He had nowhere to retreat, and the stage behind him blocked the space on one side.

At this moment, Lu Mingfei hid under the stage, watching the footsteps outside, curled up in a ball, begging these lunatics not to come looking for him.

At that moment, he felt a jolt on the top of his head, and something hit the temporary stage. Lu Mingfei watched as the pillars next to him slowly tilted due to the tremor, and the place was about to collapse.

"I'm going to die, I'm going to die..."

Lu Mingfei scrambled out from under the stage and appeared in front of the two fighting men in a very unsightly manner.

"Uh, hi?"

Lu Mingfei lay on the ground, raised one hand, looked at the two men with weapons, greeted them, and gave a forced smile.

He then raised both hands and gave a standard French military salute.

"newborn?"

Caesar asked.

"newborn."

Chu Zihang replied.

"Welcome to Kassel." Caesar gave a very friendly smile, then turned around and smashed a hammer at Chu Zihang.

"Welcome to the school." Chu Zihang dodged the hammer blow and swung his sword at Caesar.

Neither of them paid any attention to Lu Mingfei. This was a battle for honor. In the past year, the student council led by Caesar had already shown signs of surpassing the Lionheart Society, while Chu Zihang had just taken over the Lionheart Society. He wanted to use the blood of his enemies to lay the foundation for his rule.

Lu Mingfei looked around and ran towards the edge of the battlefield. He had already seen his box and a familiar person.

Lu Mingfei's suitcase lay quietly on the ground, and a girl sat on it, like a princess, waiting for the prince to arrive.

"Th...thank you."

Lu Mingfei thanked the girl he had met at the train station. The girl stood up, and Lu Mingfei then noticed that she was holding a rifle in her hand. Judging from the style, it was the classic AK47.

"You're welcome."

The girl's voice was as clear as the wind in a glacier. She walked to a person lying on the ground, pulled out the man's magazine, skillfully took out the bullets, and loaded them into the gun.

"what are you up to?"

Lu Mingfei felt that his own qualities were too low and he was not worthy of this prestigious school.

Look at them, they're all freshmen and they're already proficient at using AK47s, while I can only play video games.

"This is a game, do you want to win?"

The girl turned her head, and her bright blue eyes left Lu Mingfei's mind blank. He nodded as if possessed.

"Then I will win for you."