Dragon Raja: Starting with acquiring Orochi, a counterattack against the gods.

It's rare for someone to still have expectations for a loser like him, but what can he do besides disappoint people?

At this moment, that girl must have felt like she was blind, because she had discovered his true colors. He was just a spineless loser who couldn't stand up for himself.

She must be regretting it so much, regretting talking so much nonsense to him, regretting trusting him, and regretting giving him gifts.

His hands clenched so tightly that his nails dug into his flesh, but Lu Mingfei felt no pain at all. His mind was a mess, like a tangled mess of yarn. And yet, at this very moment, Zhao Menghua was determined to kick him while he was down.

He put his arm around Chen Wenwen's slender shoulders, like a victorious general returning home, and looked contemptuously at the overconfident toad in front of him: "Lu Mingfei, you..."

But something completely unexpected happened: the loser who had been mocked and ridiculed by them all suddenly interrupted him.

"Shut up," Lu Mingfei said softly.

Zhao Menghua was stunned, and everyone else was stunned; they almost doubted their ears.

They stared in disbelief at the boy who had suddenly spoken. The entire theater was deathly silent. They were all looking at Lu Mingfei as if they were seeing Godzilla.

At this moment, the loser had his head bowed deeply, as if his neck was about to break, or as if he was brewing something.

Realizing what had happened, Zhao Menghua flew into a rage. He never expected this loser to dare talk back, and he roared, "What did you say?!"

"I told you to shut up!" Lu Mingfei roared like a wild beast, raising his head to reveal bloodshot eyes. "I said shut up!"

For a moment, Zhao Menghua was startled because the loser in front of him suddenly changed. He became ferocious, like a trapped beast, but his thin figure was so ridiculous, like a rabbit that had been cornered.

Even a rabbit will bite when cornered, but it is just a rabbit; it may not even be able to break a person's skin no matter how hard it tries.

Zhao Menghua was somewhat annoyed that he could be intimidated by such a guy. His expression turned extremely gloomy, and he gritted his teeth as he said, "Lu Mingfei, you're something else."

As he spoke, he stepped forward, but Chen Wenwen tried to grab his hand, only to be violently shaken off.

As soon as Zhao Menghua made a move, all his henchmen surrounded him menacingly, seemingly ready to teach this ungrateful fellow a lesson.

In fact, Lu Mingfei regretted shouting that very moment. He couldn't even explain where his courage came from.

Perhaps it was because the only person in the world who still had hope for him was sitting there, and he really didn't want to see that disappointed look again; he had seen enough of those eyes.

But when Zhao Menghua and his men surrounded him, that fearful cowardice surged up again. He was actually very afraid of getting into conflicts with others, let alone in a situation where he was clearly no match for them.

But just as he subconsciously wanted to cover his face, preparing to face the inevitable storm, a crisp clapping sound suddenly rang out in the noisy and chaotic movie theater.

Everyone looked up at the sound and saw two girls sitting in the corner of the movie theater. The clapping sound was coming from the girl with black hair.

She was wearing a black trench coat, tilting her head as if enjoying the farce, a faint smile playing on her lips.

"Classmates, it's not gentlemanly to bully the few with the many."

The girl's voice was so nonchalant that everyone could hear her clearly. She was just sitting there, yet she seemed like an emperor sitting on a throne, looking down at the noisy ministers below.

An inexplicable sense of oppression lingered in everyone's mind.

The moment Zhao Menghua saw the girl's face, his eyes turned red. Veins throbbed on his forehead, and his voice was filled with hatred that could drip blood: "It's you? How dare you show your face?!"

Genjiro rested her chin on her hand, blinked, and smiled: "Why wouldn't I dare to show up?"

Her nonchalant attitude showed that she didn't take Zhao Menghua seriously at all. She looked at him as if he were some cat or dog. The string of reason in Zhao Menghua's mind snapped instantly.

In that instant, all thoughts of being a loser and confessing his feelings vanished. Zhao Menghua pounced on her like a madman, as if he wanted to tear her to shreds.

Faced with such a fierce and ferocious creature, Genji didn't even bother to lift her eyelids. She stood up, stretched, and moved as gracefully as a lazy cat.

But Nuonuo, sitting next to her, shrank back a little when she saw this, muttering to herself, "Murder is illegal, murder is illegal, murder is illegal..."

Yuan Zhinu found it somewhat amusing, but just as Zhao Menghua was about to approach and she slightly raised her hand, a whistling sound suddenly came from the air.

A long, black object came flying through the air and slammed heavily into Zhao Menghua's back. Caught completely off guard, he staggered and fell to the ground.

Only then did everyone realize that the black thing was actually a... bulging tennis bag?

Everyone looked in the direction from which the tennis bag had come and saw a boy standing at the entrance. He was wearing faded jeans, a white t-shirt, and huge sunglasses, and his half-face was expressionless.

An eerie silence fell as everyone watched the boy walk in step by step.

"Chu Zihang, we're all alumni." The boy took off his sunglasses, waved them, and then put them back on.

The name "Chu Zihang" seemed to possess some kind of magic; everyone froze, and the entire theater was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

For these students at Shilan Middle School, "Chu Zihang" is a symbol, always a distant memory.

You've heard his name and seen him, but you can't remember what he looks like because you rarely have the opportunity to get close to him.

He was the most outstanding student representative, the center who dominated his opponents on the basketball court, the grand finale of every Spring Festival Gala, and the object of secret crushes for countless girls at Shilan Middle School.

Chu Zihang's life exemplifies the word "awesome".

So arrogant that even a playboy like Zhao Menghua, a rich second-generation heir, is nothing but a joke in front of him. How can a firefly compete with the bright moon?

But wasn't it said that he had already gone abroad to study, and I heard it was to a very prestigious school? So why is he here?

Under everyone's astonished and uncertain gaze, they saw this boy, who seemed to exist only in legends, walk up to the girl and lower his head slightly.

"Senior sister, you've come to China, why didn't you tell me?"

Senior sister?!

Everyone stared in astonishment, looking as if they had seen a ghost in broad daylight.

However, Yuan Zhinu just looked at Zhao Menghua, who couldn't get up from the ground for a long time, and regretfully lowered her raised hand, seemingly feeling a little sorry.

She looked at Chu Zihang with a half-smile: "Shouldn't I be asking you that? Why are you here?"

"The principal said you might need a guide since you're unfamiliar with the area, so I came," Chu Zihang explained calmly, nodding to Nuonuo beside him.

"Tsk, Old Deng really doesn't trust me." Yuan Zhinv sighed slightly, raised her chin at the crowd below who seemed to be frozen in place, and casually said, "I'm here to recruit students, and the one below is your new junior."

"Mingfei, greet your Senior Brother Chu."

Lu Mingfei was still in a daze, as if he hadn't come to his senses. He had never felt this way before. He had become the focus of everyone's attention, like a kettle on a solar cooker, and he was about to be burned by their stares.

Chu Zihang remained calm and looked at Lu Mingfei: "Hello."

Lu Mingfei managed to squeeze out two words, his voice trembling: "Hello."

Chu Zihang looked at the others: "Is the party over? If there's nothing else, we'll be leaving now. Lu Mingfei's enrollment procedures haven't been completed yet, and the professor is still waiting for him."

At that moment, Lu Mingfei could feel everyone staring at him. His legs were trembling, and he could barely stand. But when he looked up, he saw the sharp, knife-like girl looking at him.

That gaze was so calm and silent, yet so incredibly tolerant. Suddenly, Lu Mingfei felt a surge of strength. He slowly but firmly lifted his leg and walked over step by step.

A look of satisfaction immediately appeared in the girl's eyes. Without even glancing at the others, she turned and left, with Nuonuo and Chu Zihang following closely behind, and Lu Mingfei also following behind with his head down.

The cinema doors were pushed open, and a pitch-black helicopter roared in the open space not far away. Its huge rotors whipped up a fierce wind, cutting like a knife, and the half-decayed World Tree emblem was engraved on its fuselage.

"That's quite a generous gesture." Nono stuck out her tongue after jumping onto the plane. "Liuli's S-level clearance is really something else; she can even mobilize airplanes."

Yuan Zhinv ignored her nagging, boarded the plane, looked back at Lu Mingfei, her dark eyes were calm as still water, yet she seemed to have victory in her grasp.

Looking at the enormous, dark object before him, Lu Mingfei's eyes suddenly stung with tears. The scene from his dream was playing out again, and it was such a thrilling sight, yet he couldn't feel happy. Instead, he felt a tightness in his chest, and his emotions seemed to be swelling and about to overflow.

He knew what boarding that plane meant, and he was filled with unease and hesitation, unable to make a move.

The other passengers on the plane didn't urge him; they just watched him quietly, as if waiting for his choice.

Yuan Zhishen remained calm, her heart unmoved. She knew that once the loser had taken that step, the chains could no longer hold him; he had made his choice.

Sure enough, she saw Lu Mingfei eventually come toward her, like a bewildered pilgrim.

"Lu Mingfei!"

Someone was calling him from behind; it sounded like Chen Wenwen's voice.

Lu Mingfei paused slightly, but did not turn around.

Under everyone's watchful eyes, the boy who always seemed so unlucky and timid slowly but firmly boarded the plane.

Chapter 122 Why do they look so alike?

A colossal black object, like a giant bird, soared across the sky above the small southern town. Everyone stared in disbelief as it spun and took off, until it finally disappeared completely into the clouds.

Zhao Menghua was about to call these guys to cause trouble, but he suddenly stopped when he saw the plane clearly.

Because he recognized the value of this plane—a luxury vehicle that even ten of his Zhao family members wouldn't be qualified to own—he broke out in a cold sweat and froze on the spot.

These top-of-the-line private jets are coveted by wealthy businessmen and nobles. They are equipped with state-of-the-art technology, and their black exteriors are understated yet luxurious. Only those who know their stuff can recognize their value at a glance.

Most of the students at Shilan Middle School were worldly-wise, and many of them recognized the value of the plane. To them, such a thing should only exist in legends.

And they just watched helplessly as those mysterious guys took that loser onto this world-class aircraft and drove off.

Besides the roar of the engines, they could also hear the sharp whistling sound of the wings tearing through the air.

Lu Mingfei wasn't quite sure of the plane's value. He sat somewhat awkwardly to the side, with Chu Zihang, the legendary male god of their academy, sitting opposite him.

To be honest, Lu Mingfei still hasn't realized what happened. There were too many things happening today, and his mind was a mess. He was still in a daze.

“Lu Mingfei, if you’re sure you want to join us, call Professor Guderian and tell him in person for your choice to take effect,” Chu Zihang said.

"Takes effect?"

"Yes, you are different from ordinary people. There is a hidden option in your life. After you make this call, that option will be activated."

Chu Zihang spoke expressionlessly, his voice devoid of emotion, yet Lu Mingfei felt as if his face seemed to say, "If you don't agree, I'll kill you."

Lu Mingfei shrank back, not daring to speak.

Actually, he was still a little sad. The plane he was sitting on, the seemingly elite senior students around him, and the distant Kassel College all seemed like phantoms, appearing to him suddenly and disappearing just as suddenly.

What exactly is Lu Mingfei? What is his value? Even he himself couldn't say for sure. He only felt lost and uneasy.

His eyes subconsciously searched for the girl's figure, and Lu Mingfei saw that the mysterious girl was sitting some distance away from them, staring blankly out the plane window.

Her jet-black hair, cascading down like a waterfall, obscured her profile, leaving only the girl's somewhat thin outline visible.

Strangely enough, Lu Mingfei suddenly felt a little more at ease. It was as if as long as that figure was there, he wouldn't have to be afraid, no matter what happened.

But they've only met three times, so where does this feeling of dependence and trust come from? Is it simply because the girl promised to cover for him?

Lu Mingfei couldn't quite explain the feeling, but he felt less afraid. He took out his phone and dialed Professor Guderian's number.

"Mingfei, I'm here. Have you thought it through?" Guderian's voice was even more nervous than Lu Mingfei's, as if Lu Mingfei were a stunningly beautiful woman who was considering marrying him.

Lu Mingfei licked his lips: "I've thought it over, I agree."

"Verification successful, options enabled. Lu Mingfei, ID AD0013, rank "S", added to the Kassel College list, database access enabled, account enabled, course selection form generated. I am Norma, secretary of Kassel College, it's a pleasure to serve you."

A calm female voice came through the phone: "Your passport and visa will be delivered within a month. Welcome, Lu Mingfei."