Lu Mingfei: What? They're all real!

Before Caesar could nod in agreement or shake his head in agreement, Chu Zihang quietly walked over from a distance, turned around, and entered the classroom.

“I don’t think I can give up for now. This is really a tricky situation…” Caesar said with a wry smile. “If we let him side with Chu Zihang, then the student council’s good days will be over. This can’t happen, at least not while I’m in charge of the student council.”

"What if he doesn't side with Chu Zihang either?" Nuonuo asked.

"It's hard to say. He told me he's 'not interested in any club activities or competitions,' and I find it hard to believe he's being sincere. Hybrids inherit the competitive spirit of dragons and have a deep-seated yearning for glory. Besides, he's an S, a guy who's almost shed his human form and transforms into a dragon. I don't believe him," Caesar said seriously.

He continued talking to himself, then looked up at Nono, "According to what you said, and what you saw when Susie attacked, I strongly suspect that his Word of Power is 'Vampire Scythe,' which is the superior form of my 'Kamaitachi.' This coincidence must be a revelation of fate. I think I need to try one or two more times."

"Don't take what I say too seriously, it might not be accurate," Nuonuo said quietly, her words carrying a deeper meaning.

She felt it wasn't that simple. She had a vivid memory of what happened that day. She didn't believe Lu Mingfei had simply used the Word of Power: Vampire Scythe, nor did she think his eyes were "fortunately unharmed" as Xia Mi had said. She felt there was a secret involved. She thought about it every day, and every day she saw his face in her mind...

Caesar blinked blankly, not understanding what the girl was trying to say.

……

"I'm speechless, they're treating me like the Holy Grail!"

Lu Mingfei wailed with a mournful face. He didn't know why the leaders of the two major criminal gangs kept coming to his door, but he knew that he would definitely dominate the Night Watchers discussion forum again today.

"Maybe this is just the rule of this school—you're always involved in the struggles," Xia Mi laughed gleefully. "So you're gold, that's why your brilliance can't be hidden, and everyone wants to possess you~"

“They’re worried you’ll side with one of them, so they’re determined to prevent that from happening.” Zero obediently helped him analyze, “It’s like a certain country during the Cold War; just its existence, even if it’s neutral, is a threat.”

"Thanks for your political analysis, my legs are shaking." Lu Mingfei patted Ling's head and sighed, "A couple of days ago, a guy came to me saying he hoped I could lead the 'Freshman Social Club.' I'm speechless. Setting up a new faction at a time like this is just asking for trouble..."

“Actually, you can choose to participate in one of them. I don’t think it’s necessarily a bad thing.” Encouraged by his encouragement, Zero offered some advice: “For example, the Lionheart Society rarely has daily activities and only needs to be mobilized at critical moments. I think you can consider it.”

“No way! Chu Zihang made it so clear. He said he wants me to temporarily replace Lancelot as vice president. That's terrifying! I'm so afraid of being targeted by Sir Lancelot!” Lu Mingfei exclaimed, suddenly remembering something—

He lowered his voice, turned his head to the other side, and asked quietly, "Hey, I just remembered, didn't you break into Chu Zihang's car before? It was really wild!"

"That's really harsh!" Xia Mi's voice wasn't loud, but her attitude was very agitated. She leaned close to Lu Mingfei's ear and tried her best to defend herself in a voice that the other girl couldn't hear, "What do you mean by 'stealing his car'? You're making me sound like a thief. I just happened to run into him at the door, and I was just telling you, he has Odin's Nibelung mark on him, so remember to keep an eye on him—wait, how do you even know this? Have you been guarding Odin's Nibelung mark all this time? Or have you been spying on me all this time?"

“Odin’s…Nibelungen…”

Lu Mingfei muttered to himself, feeling that for the moment neither the student council nor the Lionheart Society mattered; he felt that this was the issue that needed his attention.

His intuition told him that this place was of great importance.

"Hey, hey, hey, you didn't plan this chance encounter all along, did you? That would be so despicable! I thought it was just my luck that I bumped into you... uh, I mean coincidence! I only bumped into you because of a coincidence!" Xia Mi continued to chatter in his ear, her lips curling up in a wide smile. "If that's the case, you can just say so. You don't have to pretend it's some kind of 'fate's arrangement.' That kind of thing is so outdated!"

Lu Mingfei shook his hand absentmindedly; his mind was completely captivated by this technical term.

"Pretending not to talk won't work. If you have feelings for me, you should say it out loud. I won't look down on you," the girl kept nagging in his ear.

Lu Mingfei fell silent, gazing into the distance. He felt that... he would eventually have to return to that place, just as the girl beside him had said; perhaps it was fate's arrangement...

Chapter 83: The uniform absolutely must be a white dress!

Lu Mingfei had no idea that the matter concerning the club would escalate to the point of alarming the principal. He sat on the sofa in Angers' office, holding a cup of steaming hot black tea.

“This is Darjeeling black tea. Try it. I specially didn’t add milk for you. I know you Chinese people look down on this kind of behavior,” Angers said peacefully.

Lu Mingfei muttered, "Principal, you're wrong. Milk tea is all the rage in China right now." He silently brought the cup to his lips, took a sip, grimaced from the heat, and silently handed the cup back.

“And there’s the Principal’s Scholarship. The first payment will be issued soon. Guderian reported your situation to me before. I know you’re having some financial difficulties, so he made a special exception to issue it in installments ahead of schedule. Generations of students have valued this honor, but it’s clear you care more about its practical value.” Angers took a sip of tea, not caring at all that it was hot.

He seemed to be constantly showing how much he took care of Lu Mingfei, or how many green lights he gave him.

Lu Mingfei tactfully thanked him, stood up, and bowed respectfully. Other things were not important, but the scholarship of $36,000 a year, divided into $3,000 a month, was indeed very, very important.

“You’re welcome. For a student as outstanding as you, this is an award you deserve. In the past, you would have been awarded a knighthood, and I would have had to brandish my sword over your shoulder.” Angers nodded in satisfaction.

"Thank you for your guidance, Principal!" Lu Mingfei, caught up in the atmosphere, uttered these rebellious words.

“I already said you’re welcome…” Angers suddenly felt something was off; he had a vague feeling that these words were a bit ominous…

He cleared his throat, then revealed his true intentions: "So, Mingfei, do you feel that you should shoulder some public responsibilities on campus?"

Lu Mingfei thought to himself, "The real show is finally here. The principal's invitation to afternoon tea is definitely not just for a chat..."

He had actually thought of this before he came. Fingel, unusually serious for once, earnestly analyzed his current situation with him—

First, there was the 3E exam, which he didn't take seriously at all. However, according to the publicly available scores, he was one of the highest-scoring students in human history, and the undisputed number one in the history of Kassel University. It is said that the tenured professors who corrected the answers, upon seeing the contents of the exam paper, immediately went to Guderian's residence to demand that he be released, clamoring that Lu Mingfei should inherit the academic title of "First in Dragon Script Research - Flamel". This frightened Guderian so much that he stayed in Manstein's room for several days.

Secondly, he is now at the center of a battle between two major clubs, and everyone's eyes are on him. For Caesar and Chu Zihang, this has become another event for vying for honor. Under the watchful eyes of the entire campus, they are no longer fighting for him according to their own ideas... This competition may escalate.

Lu Mingfei wanted to complain that he must be some kind of stunning beauty, Helen of Troy, making it sound like the Trojan War was about to break out tomorrow. But Fingel nodded emphatically and said that's exactly right, this war would definitely be terrifying.

"What you're trying to say... isn't exactly related to the club, is it?" Lu Mingfei asked quietly.

“That’s it.” Angers expressed his appreciation with an expression of admiration that showed he was a promising student. “It’s very good that you noticed this. I knew it would be easy for an excellent student, and of course, I also knew that solving this kind of problem was your duty.”

"Stop flattering me, Principal. Your intentions are quite obvious..." Lu Mingfei's lips twitched.

“Really? I thought you were hiding it well, hahaha—” Angers wasn’t ashamed at all, he laughed loudly, “Alright then, I’ll be frank, which side do you want to join now? Actually, I have a suggestion, the Lionheart is better in every way, especially since you and Chu Zihang are close, you are alumni, right? Alumni are like half-brothers.”

"You're just being selfish because you used to be a member of the Lionheart Society, aren't you?" Lu Mingfei curled his lip in disdain. "And you only heard the thing about alumni being half-brothers from Fingel's paparazzi news, right? That's what I said!"

“You’ve been found out, huh? That’s embarrassing.” Angers laughed heartily, always appearing very patient. “But my suggestion is sincere, and you have to choose sides, Mingfei. You’re not an ordinary student; you’re the most admired S-class student in the academy. You have no right to sit idly by.”

“But I’m really not interested…” Lu Mingfei leaned back in his seat and said softly, “Actually, back in high school, I often participated in club activities, and even if it was just helping everyone move chairs or doing manual labor, I never felt angry. But I really didn’t like those activities…”

“It’s truly a tragedy of bloodshed.” Angers sighed sincerely, then couldn’t help but wonder, “So your reason for joining the club activities is… to fit in?”

“Because the president of the literary society at the time was a girl I liked,” Lu Mingfei said. “She always personally asked me to do manual labor.”

Angers fell silent, his lips twitching incessantly.

“But there are no girls like that anymore, so I won’t go no matter who calls me. I hope life can be simpler, and I should save my energy and life for a great cause.” Lu Mingfei showed the stubbornness of a child, humming in his seat.

But the truth is that he doesn't like this place and doesn't think he can live peacefully here forever. Secrets will always be revealed one day. If the students and teachers who study how to slay dragons every day find out who he is, then he will only have two choices—leave or kill.

Therefore, he didn't want to establish connections with the people here. For him, establishing connections would be a painful thing. He didn't want to turn against those who had become his friends, nor did he want to put his friends in a dilemma...

Angers sat quietly, drinking tea, setting down the cup, picking it up again, taking a sip, and setting it down again. He looked very troubled.

“I understand you, Mingfei, I truly understand,” Angers said slowly. “I was the same way when I was studying at Cambridge, exactly the same, until my friend and brother, Menek Cassel, recommended me to join the Lionheart. Only then did I realize that family isn’t just about blood ties. People can have new families later in life. Mingfei, we are different among humans, but we still yearn for family. People shouldn’t be alone forever; otherwise, they will gradually lose their way.”

He spoke earnestly, offering advice to the younger generation with the mindset of an elder.

“Mingfei,” Angers said, “I hope you will always be my student and never get lost in the darkness. I truly hope so.”

Lu Mingfei was somewhat moved for a moment.

“So I’m giving you special privileges; you’re free to create new clubs and organizations.” Angers’ tone shifted, becoming enthusiastic. “I’ve already heard that your preferred format is called… ‘Beautiful Girls’ Book Club,’ right? What a brilliant idea, absolutely fantastic! You have no idea. In our time, Cambridge female students all wore long white silk dresses and Oxford-style white-soled high heels, carrying books and moving gracefully. When the wind blew, their beautiful calves were revealed. Good heavens! It was simply amazing! Mingfei, you’re a genius, so classy!”

Lu Mingfei's heart, which had only been slightly touched, felt as if it had been shattered by a bullet.

"I will handle the funding and location for club activities. You have all the authority, even requesting tanks and aircraft carriers for the activities. I only have one request: you must designate white silk dresses and white high heels as uniforms, and you must set this trend on campus!" Angers began to make his wish.

Lu Mingfei felt a sudden darkness engulf his vision.

Chapter 84 Chairman Lu

Lu Mingfei felt that he was probably nearing the end of his life. The mark he feared so much was now deeply imprinted on his body. He couldn't possibly disobey that old man Angers—the club application form had already been prepared and placed on the principal's office desk.

He felt incredibly uncomfortable. The moment he stepped out of the principal's office, he was already the president of the Beautiful Girls' Reading Club.

Actually, Lu Mingfei sometimes longs for impressive titles and honors...

When Brother Kai introduces himself, he will casually say, "I am the student council president of Kassel." Even if others don't know what Kassel is, they will know that the student council president is an official position. American student councils are not like those in China that are all talk and no action. The student council president of any school is a big shot.

Brother Chu is even more remarkable. The Lionheart Society—just hearing that name tells you it's an ancient fraternity-like organization. Who knows which US president or secretary of state is in it?

But when it's his turn to go out and introduce himself to others, he may seem very respectable, but when he opens his mouth he says, "I am the president of the Kassel Girls' Book Club." People will probably just blink at him and then whisper among themselves about which new host club Kassel is.

Lu Mingfei vowed that he would definitely change this name! If Angers still strongly advocated the Cambridge aesthetic from more than a hundred years ago and insisted on using this name when he made the request next time, then Lu Mingfei might not be able to resist the urge to kill his master!

He pushed open the dormitory door.

"Brother, I'm kneeling before you!" Fingelner bowed his head immediately. "Can I become a member of the Pretty Girls' Reading Club? I'm begging you. Can I have the news department do odd jobs for you? I'm really begging you."

Finger was crying his eyes out. He didn't know where he got the news from. Lu Mingfei couldn't help but wonder if this guy had planted a bug under Angers' desk, just like how the Soviet Union hid a bug in the US ambassador's office for seven years under the guise of a "Young Pioneers gift".

“I’ve offended you a lot in the past, but I was blind. Please forgive my rudeness and show me some kindness so that I can have my day.” He continued to cry, “I was wrong to say that you were arrogant and didn’t know how to be appreciative a few days ago. I didn’t realize that you had such lofty ideals. This is so great. I want to dedicate my life to your cause.”

"Get out of here." Lu Mingfei tried his best but couldn't push away the guy clinging to his legs.

“You can’t do this! We’re bunkmates! You can’t abandon me, and you need me! I know it’s tempting to have all the pretty girls to yourself, but Kassel can’t have a club with a harem-oriented focus.” Fingel began to threaten, “If you try to have them all to yourself, all the boys in school will see you as a thorn in their side, and then you’re finished!”

He was incredibly fierce, looking as if he was about to bite Lu Mingfei.

“You have no chance,” Lu Mingfei said. “You’d rather die than have a chance. You’re useless. Can you even study? Was there a single book in this dorm room before I came? You didn’t even have textbooks!”

“I don’t believe it. Even if I serve tea and water, it will be of no use!” Fingel argued vehemently.

Lu Mingfei pondered for a moment, then suddenly asked, "Can you sail a boat?"

"Huh?" Fingel's body trembled. "What does this have to do with anything?"

"The principal said that I can not participate in club activities during normal times, but I must never back down when it comes to winning honors for the college. That's the condition," Lu Mingfei said. "For example, the sailing competition with the University of Chicago in the midterm, the 'Golden Fleece Cup.' If you can win this project, it will be of some use, but if you can't win it, or even if you only get second place, you will be whipped!"

"Are there any other tasks? I can't swim..." Fingel smiled timidly.

“That’s it. The other missions are much harder! So you have absolutely no hope.” Lu Mingfei shook his head, already displaying the aura of a leader. “Moreover, given the many dangers involved, we only accept geniuses, never trash. At the very least, your bloodline must be A-grade, otherwise how can you be considered an elite?”

"This is racial discrimination! I'm going to expose you! There are only a few A-level students in this school, and even fewer girls!" Fingel angrily accused, but that was all he could say. Everyone on this campus treated this kind of discrimination as commonplace... Lu Mingfei was actually one of the better ones.

He was so angry that tears welled up in his eyes, but then he suddenly thought of something else. He calmed down in an instant and asked quietly, "You...you don't want to drag Junior Sister Xia into this, do you?"

Lu Mingfei's lips twitched for a moment. He recalled what Angers had solemnly said: "I hope you can lead the new club and make a great contribution to the dragon-slaying cause, such as the 'Kuimen Project' that we are about to start." He felt that... even if he didn't invite her, she would probably shamelessly squeeze in.

In addition, Angers also spoke extensively about the history of the Lionheart, beginning with Meneke Cassel, with a devout, almost pilgrim-like devotion.

He also said that the clubs at Kassel College are not for students to fool around and laugh. The college's purpose is always the same: to cultivate talents to slay dragons. Every student is a reserve force for war. Therefore, clubs officially recognized by the college must face danger and, in dangerous times, must directly take up their swords and go to the battlefield.

Angers concluded by saying that things like freshmen social gatherings are just for fun.

Lu Mingfei held the teacup in his right hand and nodded silently, feeling a slight sense of honor. However, he then thought of the "danger" that everyone in the academy talked about all the time, which might very well be him... He could only quietly take a sip of tea and sigh...

He snapped out of his daze and nodded to the man in front of him. "Junior Sister Lasha joining the group" is not just something that might happen, it's something that is bound to happen.

"Alright~" Fingel suddenly waved his hand, without a trace of regret, and turned to leave.

"Eh—" Lu Mingfei didn't react in time.

Fingel slumped back to his laptop screen and said leisurely, "I thought I was really going to give you a good meal, but I didn't expect you to dare to dance with Junior Sister Xia. Just think, you'll definitely drag Junior Sister Ling along too, right? I knew it... I won't join you even if you invite me now. I'm afraid your blood will splatter on my face someday."

"Uh……"

Lu Mingfei really wanted to say a few words in defense of the adorable Ling, but actually, she usually seemed to be the fiercer one, even disliking seats that others had sat in. The nickname "Queen of Vacuum" was starting to circulate...

As for the other person... Lu Mingfei felt there was no need to defend herself. She seemed to really like her fierce reputation... but in essence, she was indeed a ferocious female dragon.

"Hmph, looks like your harem grand plan is about to fall apart." Fingel reverted to his role as the head of the news department, sighing wistfully. "It's just a pity for those girls who have already started writing their application letters, alas~"

Lu Mingfei blinked, then realized something—this guy was not only incredibly fast at eavesdropping on news, but also incredibly good at talking big; this had already been posted on the discussion forum!

"You bitch, I'll kill you!"

"You'd better pray for yourself, the road ahead is long~"

Chapter 85 Can I Join You?

Lu Mingfei really felt that he should pray for good fortune. The news of the "new force" spread throughout the campus. The first person to come knocking on his door was not the girl full of love in Fingel's words, but the boss of the evil forces.

"Hello," the man who pushed open the dormitory door greeted.

"I'm not good." Lu Mingfei didn't want to deal with the underworld, especially a man named Lancelot. He didn't even want to open his mouth.

"I have brought news from the guild master." Lancelot waved a piece of white paper in his hand like a classic British knight, as if handing over a declaration of war.

Unfortunately, there are also knights from Germany in this room—

“Please show some respect.” Fingel stood up completely, a rare occurrence for him. He stood beside Lu Mingfei, looking every bit like a guardian knight. He said in a stern voice, “Don’t just use the term ‘guild master.’ You are facing a guild master as well.”

If Lu Mingfei hadn't known he was causing trouble, he would have suspected that this was the loyal knight he had appointed.

But he knew what kind of guy Fingel was. He knew that Fingel was a jerk who would "curse Lu Mingfei" in his sleep every night, which was just stirring up hatred!

“Yes, I’m sorry!” Lancelot was surprisingly in sync with Fingel’s thoughts. He nodded emphatically, then bowed and handed over the paper in his hand, saying solemnly, “This is a letter from Chu Zihang, the president of the Lionheart Society. Please read it.”

Lu Mingfei was so angry he wanted to laugh.

"You should be more careful with your words in the future," Fingel earnestly instructed the younger man, before solemnly accepting the letter.

He seemed eager to play a role on par with or subtly superior to Lancelot in this setting, even though he had previously stated firmly that he would never join Lu Mingfei's dangerous organization. "But putting on an act in front of others" was another matter entirely.

He then handed the blank paper to Lu Mingfei.