Dragon Raja: Lu Mingfei Returns from Sekiro

He treated it like looking at a photo album, throwing out one photo after another, until finally, he saw a photo that was different from the others.

"Zero, height 155cm, weight 46kg."

A girl in pure white stands on the frozen, icy blue lake, holding a four-petaled Arctic poppy in her hands.

Lu Mingfei seemed to see that petite figure standing tall in the snow, urging the dogs to pull the sled, carrying him and the lieutenant away from hell.

He touched the hard Makrov pistol under his pillow and stared at Zero's photo for a long time.

That was definitely not a dream, but who could he tell?

"Hey bro, you like this one?" Fingel whistled, his head drooping backward, his messy hair making him look like a vengeful ghost like Sadako. "I didn't know, bro, it's really torture, pure prison vibes."

"What nonsense are you talking about? Do you have her contact information?" Lu Mingfei asked.

He believed that the girl was Renata, and that Renata might know something about the escape game.

There was nothing he could do; the little boy, Lu Mingze, was always elusive, and he could never see him when he wanted to.

"Want me to plan your itinerary?" Fingel was incredibly excited at this point. "I know the best places on campus! I know where to go on a date and where no one goes. Ask me, and you won't be wrong."

He was incredibly excited, as if he had somehow dated a girl at school.

"Hmph." Lu Mingfei turned his head away disdainfully. He had no intention of listening to the advice of this senior who had repeated four years. If he really had a girlfriend, he would have had one long ago. How could he still be holed up in the dormitory playing games with him?

He had already seen Zero's phone number. There was a card in the folder with neat, black lettering, the handwriting as pure as ice.

He saved the phone number in his phone, planning to call Ling again after the exam tomorrow and try to arrange to meet up.

The whole "pure prison style" thing is utter nonsense. Zero's age is clearly written on his name tag: 18. He's an adult, and according to the laws of most countries, he wouldn't be sent to prison.

Besides, he wasn't looking for a relationship with an ice-cold loli; he just wanted to have a private chat with Zero. He didn't like flat-chested figures. Didn't you see the figurines he bought all featuring busty Asahina-senpai?

"Sentry tower, please give instructions~ Flight in position~ Let me rest for a while by the airport~" Lu Mingfei hummed a little tune as he thought about it.

He touched the wedge-shaped pill in his arms, feeling peaceful and harmonious.

...

The next day, at nine o'clock, in the examination room.

Lu Mingfei could finally get some fresh air. Even the senior students wouldn't bother the freshmen's entrance exams at this time, because they also had exams, and the assessment of their summer internship results was all today.

Fingel also went to see Professor Guderian. His summer internship was actually doing clerical work in an office, collecting gossip material. What a weirdo, no wonder he couldn't graduate.

In the classroom on the second floor of the library, Lu Mingfei sat down early. A pair of long legs wearing jeans and Mary Jane shoes with ten-centimeter heels that looked familiar were dangling by the lectern. Those were Nuonuo's legs.

“We meet again, Ricardo,” Nono said jokingly.

"You're the examiner?" Lu Mingfei scratched his head. "We really are destined to meet."

"Professor Manstein is the proctor for this exam, so you have to be careful not to get caught cheating," Nono said. "He's the bald guy who handcuffed you the day before yesterday; he'll definitely be watching you."

"Who are you calling bald?" Professor Manstein, dressed in a black suit, appeared from behind the door. "Everyone, be here. Now, let's announce the exam rules."

"Cheating is absolutely forbidden, and violators will be disqualified from everything! In my capacity as chairman of the Disciplinary Committee, I assure you that while the learning atmosphere at Kassel College is relaxed, the discipline is extremely strict. Do not attempt to peek at other people's exam papers; the entire classroom is covered by cameras with no blind spots! Also, do not attempt to bring any small electronic devices; radio waves in the classroom are monitored!"

"I know you are all geniuses, but I can tell you that even more talented people have taken exams in this classroom. Every cheating method you can think of has been tried by someone. For example, a student from the United States developed a special radio wave modulation device. With this device, he disguised his communication waves as radio turbulence caused by a solar flare, but he failed. Norma easily deciphered his signal. When we presented the evidence, he had nothing to say..." Professor Manstein surveyed the group of new students, speaking eloquently, like a seasoned general lecturing a group of greenhorns.

Chapter Seventy-One Chocolate-Colored Bucciarati

"Hey bro, Lu, is that you?" A black student in the front row cautiously turned around, gave a thumbs up, lowered his voice, and revealed a set of snow-white teeth.

Darlie toothpaste really missed out by not getting this guy as their spokesperson.

"Bradley," the Black man said, extending his hand and introducing himself.

"Lu Mingfei." Lu Mingfei tried to reach across the gap between the tables to shake his hand.

It was as if a Mentos had fallen into a Coke bottle; the classroom instantly exploded, and all eyes turned to him.

Lu Mingfei was in a corner. He arrived early and deliberately concealed his presence, so no one noticed him. But once his name was revealed, it was like a boulder being thrown into a calm lake. Everyone whispered and turned their attention to his face.

At first glance, this face seems quite ordinary, but upon closer inspection, it's like a century-old wine, becoming more and more flavorful the more you look at it.

Dozens of freshmen inhaled simultaneously. No one in the college was unaware of Lu Mingfei's name. If you were still unfamiliar with the words "masked" and "pervert," then sorry, you were already out of touch.

"Brother Lu! Go for it! I'll cheer you on tomorrow!" a little girl shouted.

"Quiet!" Professor Manstein's cold gaze swept over, and he shouted, "It's exam time! No loud noises allowed!"

Professor Manstein looked displeased, but the students seemed to ignore him. They stood up and applauded, the applause deafening. Many freshmen stood up as if they had been injected with adrenaline, and the clapping echoed throughout the classroom. Some even gave Professor Manstein flirtatious glances.

Professor Manstein was so angry his nose was crooked. Nono shrugged, looked at Manstein's back, and secretly gave Lu Mingfei a thumbs up.

Everyone sided with Lu Mingfei. Professor Manstein had no companions; his ammunition box was as clean as his sleek head.

When Lu Mingfei looked around, he noticed that one person hadn't clapped.

She was a petite girl, wearing a white T-shirt in the sunlight. Her light-colored blonde hair was braided and tied into a bun on top of her head, revealing her slender neck. Her fair and cold skin was very distinctive, and Lu Mingfei recognized her at a glance.

Zero, the girl's dating profile was still under his pillow.

Ling seemed to have slept soundly in the morning. She was the last to arrive at her seat, right on time for the bell to ring, which is why Lu Mingfei hadn't seen her before.

Finally, the exam bell rang.

Lu Mingfei, whose hand was being gripped tightly by the black man, sat back down in his original seat.

Professor Manstein slammed his large hand on the lectern: "Now begin distributing the exam papers. If anyone wants to withdraw from the program, raise your hand, and I will arrange your withdrawal procedures!"

If a tiger doesn't show its power, people will really think it's a sick cat!

The students sat quietly in their seats, glancing to the side. They remained silent, perfectly staying within the bounds of the rules. According to school regulations, Professor Manstein could only swallow his resentment. He glared at Nono and began distributing the exam papers.

"Now, turn off your phones and place them on the upper right corner of your exam desk along with your student ID." Professor Manstein took out the exam paper bag and displayed it to show that the seal was intact and no one had opened it.

Lu Mingfei was a little nervous. Although Fingel had been bragging to him all day about how awesome his bloodline was and how easy the exam was, urging him to "Rush B", when it came to actually performing, the pen in his hand felt unfamiliar.

Professor Manstein pressed his black wristwatch, and a black curtain emerged from the interlayer of the carved wooden windows, all of which were sealed.

At the same time, the wall lights in the classroom turned on, illuminating everyone's faces with white light. The black guy turned around and smiled at Lu Mingfei, his teeth gleaming. Lu Mingfei thought to himself that he must ask this guy, whose name was Bucciarati, what brand of toothpaste he used after the exam.

Nono and Professor Manstein distributed the exam papers on both sides. Lu Mingfei took the exam paper from Nono and heard the exclamations of others because the exam paper was a blank sheet of paper, a snow-white watermarked paper, without a single word.

Someone raised their hand to raise a question, but Professor Manstein said, "There is no problem. The exam papers have been distributed. I, the proctors, and the medical team are all outside the classroom. Norma is monitoring this classroom. You can chat or take a nap, just don't copy other people's answers."

"Don't even think about plagiarizing, because everyone's answer will be different." A cold smile appeared on the little bald man's lips.

Then, he and Nuonuo walked out of the classroom, and the door was slammed shut. Some students scratched their heads and stared blankly at the test paper as if they had seen a ghost in broad daylight.

"The exam papers were blank, and they would play music over the loudspeaker, hiding the dragon's inscription in the music."

Lu Mingfei recalled Finger's words: he was the second calmest person here; the calmest person was Zero.

“People with high bloodlines will resonate with the dragon runes, which will create zero vision. The so-called 3E test is actually drawing your zero vision. Norma will analyze it through a special algorithm to determine whether your answer is correct. Therefore, everyone’s answer is different.”

"There are 12 questions in total. Those who answer 6 correctly pass, those who answer 8 correctly can directly enroll in advanced courses, and those who answer 10 correctly are 'S' level students!"

According to Fingel, Lu Mingfei is certain to answer all 12 questions correctly; his bloodline will help him solve everything easily.

Everyone was saying how amazing Lu Mingfei's lineage was, and even he himself believed it.

The existing dragon runes all originate from the oldest emperor in the known history of dragons, "Black Dragon Nighogg," and the dragon blood of the hybrids at Kassel College all originates from the Black Emperor.

With everyone's praise, he didn't even cram this time and just played freely, dominating the game channel with Lao Tang and Finger.

Bucciarati, his face stained with chocolate, got off his seat and moved closer to Lu Mingfei.

“Hey, Lu, do you know what game they’re playing? Maybe I should have gotten the Stanford acceptance letter… They gave me a half-scholarship.” Bradley scratched his curly hair, clearly extremely frustrated. “I heard they don’t have exams there.”

“If I were you, I would go to Stanford,” Lu Mingfei said.

If he hadn't failed the college entrance exam, why would he be studying here? Does he expect to just stay at his aunt's house and wait to die after graduating from high school, or work in a factory fixing screws?

Having books to read is already a great thing. He wanted to read and immerse himself in the ocean of knowledge. But once you enter society, you realize that what your teachers said was true. The school days are a time that a person will cherish for a lifetime.

Although he occasionally has to participate in internships and emergency deployments, look at Fingel, he's doing pretty well. He spends his days touching female employees' butts in the office and collecting gossip about other people's bosses.

Music played over the loudspeaker, an elegant piano piece that drowned out the students' whispers.

Lu Mingfei suddenly heard the sound of bells again, long and drawn-out tones, and the cries of a drowning person.

"Brother... when you raise the battle flag and devour the world, will you eat me too?"

"I'm leaving now, brother. Goodbye."

The voice sounded like that of a pleading young animal.

Chapter Seventy-Two: The Stubborn Child

The classroom was in complete chaos. Someone broke off a piece of white chalk and ran to the whiteboard to draw abstract art while shedding tears of sadness. A tall girl stared into the empty air and danced as if she were being held by an invisible person.

Chocolate-colored Bucciarati shed tears as he recounted many stories to Lu Mingfei: his alcoholic father and his beaten mother, the pomegranate tree his poor grandmother planted in the backyard, and the story of his great-great-great-great-great-great-grandfather being trafficked and shipped to America.

Ling was the only one sitting in her seat answering the questions; she was the only calm person there because Lu Mingfei had also stood up.

He moved aside, and a very soft-looking little boy looked at his bench with a pitiful expression.

That's not Lu Mingze. Lu Mingze isn't this delicate-looking. Although he calls Lu Mingfei "brother," he doesn't seem like a younger brother who needs his older brother's help at all.

But the little boy in front of him was different. He was dressed in a white Chinese-style robe, clean and flawless, just as clean as his chubby face. He wore a bronze crown on his head, and the sleeves of his robe were longer than his arms. He was hunched over the exam table, and he rolled up his sleeves and scribbled on Lu Mingfei's answer sheet.

The black bullet pen borrowed from Finger seemed to transform into an antique calligraphy brush in the boy's hands. The boy pricked up his ears, seemingly trying to discern the faint, delicate dragon-script voice on the radio, hoping to help Lu Mingfei pass the difficult 3E exam.

Lu Mingfei felt he shouldn't bother him. For some inexplicable reason, Lu Mingfei remembered the days when he was learning to ride a bicycle as a child.

Before going to his aunt's house, he had his own little bicycle with two small training wheels on either side of the rear wheel, so even if he couldn't ride, he didn't have to worry about falling. But one day, his mother took off the training wheels, and he could no longer happily pedal along the muddy road as before.

He stubbornly tried to move forward on his two-wheeled bicycle, but he kept falling, crashing onto the muddy ground inlaid with pebbles, scraping his knees and bruising his elbows.

He practiced in the quiet afternoons, again and again, and finally, in a moment, he got the little bicycle wheels spinning again.

The wind blew across his face, making his hair stand on end, and his legs kicked wildly as he transformed into a free wind on the newly built asphalt road.

From that day on, he was able to run freely on the street with his two-wheeled bicycle without training wheels. Even when he slipped and fell on the asphalt road, the smile on his face did not disappear.

Lu Mingfei stood aside, watching the child's serious face.

It's impolite to disturb someone who is doing something seriously, so he waited quietly.

The little boy moved gracefully, his back was very straight, and he was clearly well-educated. Whenever a piece of music was played on the radio, he would scribble on a piece of white paper.

Perhaps this is his own clairvoyance. Fingel once said that some people can even see things they have never experienced before, like fragments engraved in their genes and blood, which are stimulated by the Dragon Rune.