Dragon Raja; Chapter 36: Golden Eyes (11)

Dragon Raja

“This… is so advanced!” Lu Mingfei marveled.

Professor Guderian’s face twitched for a moment, then he fell forward onto the ground at Lu Mingfei’s feet.

“Did… the resurrection process fail?” Lu Mingfei’s own face twitched.

“Idiot, it’s the anesthetic from the Frigg Bullet taking effect. It’s like he got shot again,” Professor Manstein frowned beside them. “Nurse! Give him another shot!”

The battlefield, which had previously been littered with bodies, now looked like a lively sports meet. Doctors and nurses moved from one body to another, administering injections and massaging the shoulders and backs of those who had twisted their joints when they “died,” while also noting down their student numbers. As the supposedly dead students removed their helmets, it became apparent they were all just eighteen or nineteen years old. When they woke up, the first thing they did was whisper to each other, wanting to know the outcome, but they were all confused. The leaders of both teams, Caesar and Chu Zihang, were lying side by side in the parking lot—one with his arm under the other’s head, the other resting on his leg, in a rare moment of intimacy. Their chests were both stained with large patches of blood, and beside them lay Murasame and Dictator.

It seemed someone had taken a cheap shot while the two archrivals were dueling.

“Who did it?” someone shouted.

Lu Mingfei sat on the steps with a blank face, looking completely innocent.

“Quiet! Are you all still looking for trouble? You’ve already gone too far this year!” Professor Manstein shouted angrily. “You’ve violated the special rules of ‘Day of Liberty.’ I’m going to report to the principal and terminate this event!”

“The three special rules are: no use of alchemical equipment from the ‘Cold Storage,’ no causing casualties, and no bringing in outsiders for a tour, right?” someone asked nearby.

“They got injured because they tripped and fell. Anyone could trip and fall, right?” another student added.

The two students speaking were Caesar and Chu Zihang. These two sworn enemies had just woken up and looked as calm as two captains coming back from a football game. Each leaned against one side of the narrow passage, arms crossed in identical poses—Caesar lazily, Chu Zihang expressionlessly.

“Alright, Caesar, Chu Zihang, you both have some nerve! Just wait until I report this to the principal!” Professor Manstein was shaking with anger, pulling out his phone from his pocket to make the call. Everyone quieted down. It seemed that the principal’s status in the students’ eyes was far from ordinary, as all eyes were fixed on Professor Manstein’s phone.

Professor Manstein, looking like a man in power, forcefully pressed the speakerphone button.

“Hello, Manstein.” A deep, elegant voice, like that of a genuine European gentleman, came through—spoken in perfectly standard Chinese.

“Principal Anjou, I’m sorry to disturb you. But we have a situation. This year’s ‘Day of Liberty,’ the students have violated the special rules. The members of the Lionheart Society and the Student Union used Frigg Bullets and turned the entire campus into a battlefield. Many people were injured… and numerous buildings were damaged. The situation is very serious!” Professor Manstein spoke righteously. “And our proud students, especially Lionheart Society President Chu Zihang and Student Union President Caesar Gattuso, have shown no regard for the Disciplinary Committee.”

“Oh, Caesar has always been like that, Manstein. You should be used to it by now,” the principal said lightly.

Professor Manstein hesitated for a moment. “We also have to consider the enormous financial loss… The preliminary estimate for the repair costs is about $240,000… And that’s not even including the re-turfing of the lawn. They’ve trampled the Bermuda grass you like so much to the point where it looks like a plowed field!”

“Oh, Caesar, being the wealthiest student in the college, you wouldn’t mind paying to re-turf my beloved Bermuda lawn, would you?” the principal asked.

“At your service.” Caesar shrugged. This guy’s Chinese was so fluent that he could even use idioms.

“Just kidding, let’s take the money from the School Board fund. After all, the ‘Day of Liberty’ on the anniversary of the college is something the students earned from us through their efforts. We old folks can’t go back on our word,” the principal said with a hearty laugh. “After enjoying this holiday, you should all work hard on your studies. My dear students, I look forward to celebrating this happy ‘Day of Liberty’ with you.”

The students exchanged glances, then all burst into applause. They cheered as they threw their armbands into the air, put their arms around each other’s shoulders, and swayed while making mocking faces at Professor Manstein.

Lu Mingfei also joined in the applause, smiling broadly and nodding to those around him, as if to say, “Hey, I’m with you guys. I’m also happy to mock that bald old man.” As a newcomer, he quickly understood his position—if he wanted to survive in this college, he couldn’t let the students think he was the kind of “class monitor who tattled to teachers.” Being the enemy of the students was a dead end.

“I still want to speak with someone,” the principal said loudly over the phone.

Everyone froze, and the surroundings fell silent.

“Is the S-Rank freshman Lu Mingfei there? Have you completed your course selection? Did you choose my Introduction to Dragon Genealogy?” the principal’s voice echoed around.

The students’ eyes filled with surprise, and everyone started whispering again.

“I did… I think I… I selected it,” Lu Mingfei said timidly. He had to say it. Professor Guderian took the phone from Professor Manstein and handed it to Lu Mingfei.

“Good to hear your voice. On your first day at college, you took down Caesar and Chu Zihang. I’m looking forward to seeing you in class—do a better job than your predecessor, the last S-Rank student!” The principal hung up.

Lu Mingfei scratched his head, not understanding what it meant to “do a better job.” How could he compare to the senior who shot himself over philosophical questions? Suicide by artillery? He suddenly felt the temperature around him drop. Looking around, he noticed that everyone was staring at him, their gazes cold, full of hostility.

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