dragon raja

Unique "S" Class

"Kill him." The emotionless voice commanded Lu Mingfei's mind.

He tried to speak, but his throat locked. His body moved mechanically. Raising the sniper rifle, he chambered a round, finger tightening on the trigger. He felt fused with the weapon, his skeleton its frame, the barrel fixed unerringly on Chu Zihang. Thought vanished. Only obeying remained.

"The game is over, I can admit defeat!" Chu Zihang felt the murderous intent coming against him like a knife cutting his face. He realized that this was not the time to hold on, so he threw away the Murasame in his hand.

But it was too late. The bullet whizzed out of the chamber and pierced Chu Zihang's chest. When huge blood splashed everywhere, Lu Mingfei's face showed a look of relief.

Suddenly, a powerful march came from all directions. The campus broadcasting system that had been silent for a long time seemed to have just woken up from a nap. Lu Mingfei also woke up, looked around at the corpses, and raised the sniper rifle in his hand, as if he wanted to surrender to someone.

The door of the building with the sign of "Execution Department" on the west side of the campus suddenly opened, and neatly dressed doctors and nurses swarmed out. They did not carry stretchers, but suitcases with the emblem of "World Tree", and scattered to take care of each body. Before Lu Mingfei could react to what happened, a little old man in a black suit, red round-framed gold-rimmed glasses, and a shiny bald head came to Lu Mingfei while sighing loudly. Every time he passed the walls full of bullet holes, his sighs became louder. It felt like he was not sighing about how many people died in this battle, but felt sorry for the losses.

He walked up to Lu Mingfei, snatched the sniper rifle and threw it aside in annoyance, "Judging from your attire, are you a freshman? Or are you here to visit the campus?"

“I, I, I, I…” Lu Mingfei was still in a state of aphasia.

"I'm Professor Manstein from the Literature Department. If you were a freshman, you would have taken my class. I'm in charge here now. You can go and take a rest." Professor Manstein was very disdainful of Lu Mingfei's hesitating and pouted at the person beside him. "Nowadays, students don't put their studies first when they enter school, but participate in such boring games! Is it fun? Is it fun?" He became angry as he spoke, pointing at the granite outside the building that was full of craters. "This is all money, all money!"

Lu Mingfei guessed correctly, Professor Manstein really was stingy with money.

As soon as he sat down next to him, someone patted his shoulder from behind and said, "Don't mind. That's Professor Manstein from the Literature Department. He's a very knowledgeable scholar. I'll ask him to take care of your homework later."

Lu Mingfei had not expected to be treated so kindly here, and nodded hurriedly, "Yes, yes...but what is this..."

He was suddenly stunned. The person standing behind him and patting his shoulder was none other than Professor Guderian, who had just been shot. There was still a large pool of blood on the old man's chest, but he was clearly in high spirits.

"Ah! Ghost!" Lu Mingfei's first reaction.

"I'm alive! I'm alive!" Professor Guderian waved his hands hastily. "Feel me, I'm hot!"

"Did you successfully come back to life?" Lu Mingfei shivered.

"I'm not dead at all. Don't be scared by these naughty students. In fact, they are just playing a real-life CS game. Today is the college's 'Free Day', a day when students can do whatever they want without being punished by school rules." Professor Guderian sat down next to Lu Mingfei.

"But I saw... I saw you covered in blood!" Lu Mingfei said loudly.

"Oh, this is a small alchemical equipment, 'Frigga Bullet', which they use as a toy." Professor Guderian took out a bullet from his pocket and handed it to Lu Mingfei. The bullet head was a strange dark red color, as if it was made of some kind of plasticine. Lu Mingfei pinched the bullet head and it was as hard as metal.

"Frigga is the wife of Odin, the main god in Norse mythology. In order to protect her son, Balder, the god of light, she made all things in the world swear not to harm the god of light. Everything swore, so even if a spear was thrown at the god of light, it would avoid it. They named this bullet after this. It is an alchemically biologically active bullet. When it hits the target, it will quickly shatter and then vaporize. It will not hurt people, but will only leave a bloody mark. It is just mixed with a small amount of anesthetic, so it will make people unconscious immediately. After the students developed this thing, they regarded it as a treasure and it became a must-do item in their annual "Free Day". If you don't believe me, watch me demonstrate." Professor Guderian said as he poked the bullet hard on the back of his hand. The hard bullet suddenly exploded under the impact and turned into a ball of blood-red dust, just like the blood mist sprayed out by a gunshot.

"This... is so advanced?" Lu Mingfei exclaimed.

Guderian's face twitched and he fell at Lu Mingfei's feet.

“Did the resurrection fail…” Lu Mingfei’s face twitched as well.

"Brainless Guderian, the anesthetic in Frigga's bullet has taken effect." Professor Manstein said with contempt, "Nurse! Give him another shot!"

The battlefield that was just full of gunfire has now become a lively scene before the sports meeting. Doctors and nurses lined up to give injections to those who were shot. The dead people on the ground climbed up one by one. After taking off the masks on their heads, they were all young people in their 18s and 19s. The first thing these people did after waking up was to look around the battlefield, wanting to know the outcome of the battle, but they were all a little confused. The leaders of the two teams, Caesar and Chu Zihang, were "lying dead" in the parking lot. You rested your head on my arm and I rested my head on your thigh. There was a huge blood spot on each of our chests. "Murasame" and "d**k Tudo" fell next to them. Obviously, someone fired a black gun when these old enemies were fighting, killing two heroes in one fell swoop.

"Who did it?" someone shouted at the top of his lungs.

Lu Mingfei shrank his head and sat on the steps with a stern face, an expression that said "I'm an innocent passerby".

Professor Guderian regained consciousness and went to the parking lot to pick up the briefcase with the nuclear symbol. He hugged it tightly to his chest and frowned, "They took this out too. Don't the students know that there is a limit to how much they can play around?"

"Damn it! Report to the principal! Let the guys in the equipment department hide these things! We have to manage the students and alchemical equipment well! Those are dangerous goods!" Professor Manstein's face turned pale when he saw the suitcase and he shouted.

"It's not that exaggerated. It's nothing. Aren't all the things that can destroy the world sealed in the 'ice cellar'?" Professor Guderian comforted him.

Lu Mingfei's face turned pale, thinking, you are holding a nuclear briefcase and you say it's nothing, there must be more powerful things hidden in this "ice cellar"?

Professor Guderian noticed Lu Mingfei's expression and immediately put on a gentle smile, "Destroying the world is just... an exaggeration..."

"No need to explain! This year we've gone too far!" Professor Manstein shouted at the students who had just woken up. "You've violated the special school rules for 'Freedom Day'. I'm going to report this to the principal and terminate this activity! You'll be in trouble! I'll also keep a record of your ridiculous behavior this time!"

"The three special school rules are: you are not allowed to use the alchemical equipment in the ice cellar, you are not allowed to cause casualties, and you are not allowed to bring strangers from outside the school to visit, right?" A cold voice sounded at the side.

"Very good! Remember it very clearly! Count how many people are injured!" Professor Manstein pointed around angrily like a disciplinary director, and finally pointed at... the granite that was shattered by bullets.

Lu Mingfei thought that he was still concerned about the money.

"He is the financial supervisor and chairman of the disciplinary committee of the college." Professor Guderian explained to Lu Mingfei.

Lu Mingfei glanced at the nuclear briefcase in his arms and moved his butt to sit a little further away from him.

"The injury has nothing to do with the game. They just fell accidentally, right?" another low voice sounded.

"Ridiculous! It doesn't make any sense at all!" Professor Manstein's bald head shone with anger.

Lu Mingfei looked around and found that the two students who were talking were Caesar and Chu Zihang. They had woken up. The sworn enemies were as calm as two captains who had just returned from playing football. One of them leaned on the side of the narrow path, clasped his hands on his chest in almost the same action, and his eyes were equally lazy and fearless.

"Who fell down accidentally?" Caesar shrugged.

After a moment of silence, all the "dead" who woke up raised their hands. Professor Manstein looked around, and those raised hands were like a forest of guns surrounding him, teasing and threatening. The students made faces at each other, and no matter which team they were on, they all stood in unison in front of the chairman of the Discipline Committee.

"Good! Caesar, you did a good job! Wait for me to report to the principal, and you will learn more from me during your graduation defense!" Professor Manstein was so angry that his hands were shaking, and he took out his cell phone from his arms and made a call.

"Principal, I'm sorry to bother you, but today's 'Free Day' is too chaotic. Members of the Lionheart Society and the Student Union used Frigga bullets to play war games in the academy, injuring many people... and destroying many buildings. The situation is very bad!" Professor Manstein said righteously.

He was stunned for a moment, "No! We can't tolerate it! They obviously don't care about the Discipline Committee at all, and Xisa even incited the students to go against me!"

He was silent again, his face looked grim. "This is really incitement. You must maintain my proper status and dignity as the chairman of the Discipline Committee!"

His face finally sank to the lowest point, and his high arrogance also fell. "Then at least we have to consider the loss... The Finance Committee has worked very hard to help the college save money... Such a huge loss..."

Lu Mingfei pricked up his sensitive ears and heard the faint voice of an old man in the receiver, "How much is it?"

"Preliminary calculations show that the cost of repairs is about $240,000... This does not include re-laying the lawn. They trampled your favorite Bermuda lawn until it looked like a farmland waiting to be plowed." Professor Manstein suddenly looked around and lowered his voice like a cunning businessman. "Aren't you going to let the student union president bear the cost of the repairs? That way we can save some money. He doesn't care anyway."

"Forget it, forget it. Just use the money from the school board fund. After all, the 'Freedom Day' during the school anniversary every year is won from us by the students through their hard work. We old guys can't go back on our word." The principal's hearty laughter came from the microphone.

"The board of directors is really rich." Professor Manstein sighed, "President, are you still on vacation in Greece?"

"Yes, I played a few rounds of cards with some old friends last night, and I just woke up now. I will go out for a swim in the blue sea in a while. I am going to hang up now. By the way, can you turn on the hands-free button?"

Professor Manstein turned on the speakerphone in a daze.

Lu Mingfei was stunned for a moment, "I chose it."

"I look forward to seeing you in class. You must do better than your predecessor, the 'S' grade student!" The principal laughed heartily.

The call was disconnected. Lu Mingfei scratched his head, not understanding how to do it better? Swallow a cannon to commit suicide?

As he was daydreaming, he suddenly felt the temperature drop. Looking around, everyone's eyes were focused on him, like a group of Eskimos seeing a... giant panda on the ice field.

The sun shines in from the bay window. The person sitting in the shadow hangs up the phone, leans back in his chair and exhales silently. Looking out from the small bay window, there is an endless desert, and the strong wind leaves snake-like folds on the sand.

"Transfer the maintenance fees from the school board fund account to the maintenance department account." The man in the shadow whispered, and the low voice and the hearty laughter when he held the microphone seemed not to come from the same person.

"Understood, Norma will do it in five minutes." The expressionless middle-aged man behind the door said, "But this year's 'Freedom Day' has the highest maintenance cost. Shouldn't we think of some way to persuade them? Genius students are used to a bohemian lifestyle, and they are supposed to be soldiers who strictly abide by discipline."

"You think I'm letting them go?" said the principal.

"Students in these two classes have indeed enjoyed ten times more freedom than before. When I enrolled, Kassel College was a mysterious military fortress."

"I did this on purpose. You remember our failure ten years ago. This forced me to reconsider our teaching approach. Perhaps in the war with the dragons, what we need is not a well-trained army, but a genius." The principal switched to English, "Somebody."

"Somebody?" the middle-aged man asked.

"The One! A unique genius, a leader, a dragon slayer that even dragon kings fear. Just one is enough! Just like my friend Menek!" The principal's voice was as cold as iron.

"Will letting students' talents run wild lead to the emergence of geniuses among them? Caesar and Chu Zihang are indeed unprecedented geniuses, but does Lu Mingfei really deserve to be ranked 'S'?" The middle-aged man shook his head. "I deliberately delayed the time for CC1000 to pick him up to extend the observation period for him, but I didn't find anything different about him."

"Actually, the reason I rated him as 'S' is..." The principal's voice suddenly became cheerful, with a sense of mischief, "I have no idea what his specialties are, so I didn't know how to categorize him, so I just randomly rated him as 'S'!"

"What?" The middle-aged man seemed to be struck by lightning.

"Isn't this great? Our geniuses Caesar and Chu Zihang will immediately notice Lu Mingfei and be alert. They should know that they are not the princes of Kassel Academy, and there will always be people who are more capable than them to replace them. I will warn them gently not to abuse their 'A' level privileges."

"If a piece of trash is caught between two huge forces, it will be crushed!"

"Although he looks a bit useless..." The principal scratched his gray hair, "But it's too early to say he's useless..."

In the dead of night, Lu Mingfei sat on his bunk bed in the dormitory, staring at the huge moon outside the window. He was assigned to 303, Area 1, a double dormitory, and his roommate was Finger. When Lu Mingfei walked into the dormitory with his head drooping, the cynical Finger was sleeping soundly on the upper bunk. It seemed that the deafening gunfire outside had no effect on him. The first sight of Lu Mingfei saw Finger made him feel ecstatic as if he was saved, because he was followed by dozens of students with cold eyes. They followed him into the dormitory and finally leaned against the wall at the end of the corridor to watch him walk into Area 1 303.

Lu Mingfei couldn't tell what was in those eyes. Shock? Confusion? Questioning? But it was obviously not friendly, it was naked hostility.

On the first day of school, he shot and killed Caesar, the leader of the Student Union, and then shot and killed Chu Zihang, the leader of the Lionheart Society, and successfully gained the attention of both factions. What kind of damn luck is this... He grabbed his head and wanted to pull his hair out. He didn't know what was wrong with him. Why was Nuonuo so impulsive when he was shot? And Nuonuo didn't thank him for nothing. Lu Mingfei still couldn't understand why Professor Manstein yelled at the students to stop watching Lu Mingfei. Nuonuo, who was in the crowd, just glanced at him from a distance and left with Caesar.

Lu Mingfei had expected Nuo Nuo to tell him about the rules of this school.

"You look so depressed." Finkel poked his head down from the upper bunk.

"It's not just melancholy." Lu Mingfei sighed, "You don't know what happened today."

"I know that your heroic deeds have spread all over the campus. You were on the campus news network today, and the headline was quite sensational." Finkel took the notebook that was resting on his stomach and showed it to Lu Mingfei. The headline was indeed quite sensational, and it was actually in Chinese. It seemed that Kassel College was determined to make Chinese the common language.

"Who will be the crown of Freedom Day? Who blew up Caesar and then Chu Zihang?"

Below was a large photo of Lu Mingfei, with his student ID, dormitory number, age, hometown, and all other information. The last line was affectionately marked: "Single!"

"It looks like a marriage announcement." Lu Mingfei said.

"No, it's a wanted warrant..." Finkel said, "It seems you don't know what you have done yet."

"I didn't do anything. I was just defending myself. Who knew those two guys would drop their guns and fight hand-to-hand? Otherwise, wouldn't they have shot me down from a distance?" Lu Mingfei argued.

"No, no, you don't know the consequences of this yet. First, the winner of 'Freedom Day' will get the right to use 'Norton Hall' for one year. Second, he will directly qualify for the finals of this year's 'College Star'. Finally," Finkel sighed, "the first girl you pursue in this college cannot reject you and must maintain a relationship with you for at least three months."

"It sounds like I won the jackpot...but why are you sighing?" Lu Mingfei was not happy at all, "I have a bad feeling."

"So now you are the public enemy of all the boys in the college..." Fenger said, "Move the mouse over your photo."

Lu Mingfei did as he was told, and suddenly a red arrow popped up, with the words, "Look carefully, it's this son of a b***h! Who's going to kill him?"

Lu Mingfei was petrified there.

S'-level freshman Lu Mingfei? Did you choose my "Introduction to Dragon Family Pedigree"? "The principal asked loudly.

After about five minutes of silence, Lu Mingfei stood up and said, "I'm going to go out and pee to calm down."

"That's a very manly move," Finkel praised. "But I have a little gift for you."

"Give it to me after I calm down." Lu Mingfei opened the door. It was pitch black outside. Lu Mingfei took a step forward, looked around, and suddenly a cold sweat broke out. He stepped back, closed the door heavily, and leaned against it, gasping for breath.

"What's wrong?" said Finkel.

"It seems like there's a wolf outside watching me!" Lu Mingfei's eyes widened, "And there's more than one!"

"It's just some underclassmen who watched you on the news. Don't be nervous," Finkel said easily. "Look, you need the gift I give you."

"What is this?" Lu Mingfei looked at the strange thing in Finkel's hand.

"This is a marching urinal... After knowing your feat today, I have guessed that you will feel like you are trapped in a wolf's den. It is a good idea not to go out to pee. Maybe someone will be in the bathroom with boxing gloves ready to challenge you, the only 'S' grade student... Although fighting is prohibited by school rules, there are always people who violate it."

"Thank you for your kindness, Finkel. I want to say that you are a really good person," Lu Mingfei said with a sad face, "but you scared me so much that I don't want to pee..."

There was a sudden knock on the door. Lu Mingfei jumped up like a rabbit in shock. "Is he bringing someone into the house to seek revenge?"

"No, no, not really. You have to give me, a senior student, some face." Finkel said, "Please come in."

The door opened, and Professor Guderian walked in with a beaming face. The first thing he did was to pat Lu Mingfei's shoulder vigorously, "Hey! Kid, I'm proud of you! Look how many people are outside to see you!"

"Aren't they here to fight me to death?"

"How could that be?" the old man said very seriously, "The Discipline Committee has always prohibited fighting. We are a formal college recognized by the Ministry of Education! Don't treat us as bandits."

"Does the U.S. Department of Education know that you are teaching dragon slaying?"

"They knew full well that we studied ancient reptiles..."

"Professor, are you here for something so late at night?" Finkel asked lazily.

"I'm here to remind Mingfei that tomorrow is the day of the entrance assessment test. Are you ready?"

"Entrance Assessment Test?" Lu Mingfei was dumbfounded. "What entrance assessment test?"

"It's a test to prove your extraordinary abilities. Don't worry, believe in yourself, you are the best. You have proved yourself once today, and you can prove yourself again!" Professor Guderian said with great encouragement.

"Excuse me, what's the test? I really didn't review."

"It's just a test of Dragon Writing."

"Long Wen?"

"It is the language of dragons..."

"What? You said you could exempt me from foreign language courses!"

"But Dragon Language is not a foreign language... Dragon Language is one of the mother tongues of everyone with dragon blood." Professor Guderian patted Lu Mingfei's shoulder affectionately, "This language is passed down through blood. I believe that for an 'S' grade student like you, the purity of your dragon bloodline will be amazing. As long as you see Dragon Language, you will naturally understand it. This won't be a problem for you."

Professor Guderian took out a dictionary-sized book from his pocket, opened it and stuffed it into Lu Mingfei's hand, "Read it aloud."

Lu Mingfei tried to read the words on the blocks, and his expression suddenly changed, becoming extremely strange, and the hand holding the book began to tremble slightly.

He suddenly said loudly, "Don't think I don't understand anything! This is Korean!"

"It is indeed Dragon Language... Unfortunately, we have not figured out how to spell Dragon Language. We only know the pronunciation, so we use Korean phonetic notation." Professor Guderian was puzzled by Lu Mingfei's reaction. "You will understand if you try to read it."

"But I really haven't learned Korean dragon script!"

"No, it's just the original Old Norse dragon script with Korean phonetic notation."

"Anyway, I just don't understand anything at all... Is it a standardized test... Are they all multiple choice questions?"

"Are you trying to guess the answer? Or... throw paper balls to take the test?" Finkel saw through Lu Mingfei's trick.

"It's okay, it's okay. Korean is a phonetic language. Mingfei may just not understand the pronunciation of Korean. He can't read it, so he can't resonate with these dragon characters. One night is enough for us to teach him Korean phonetic symbols. We must believe in Mingfei's potential. His dragon bloodline is beyond doubt. He is our unique 'S' grade student!" The old man stared at Lu Mingfei's eyes, "Listen to me read it to you."

A string of rolled tongue sounds that had never been heard before burst out from Professor Guderian's mouth. This was an unimaginable way of pronunciation. In Professor Guderian's muddy and hoarse voice, the ancient sentence carried the majesty of a king, like the ringing of a church bell.

Lu Mingfei stared at the ceiling blankly, a sad expression on his face.

"Praise the awakening of our king. Destruction is rebirth." Professor Guderian explained in Chinese, "Ming Fei, did you hear the voice of the Ancient Dragon King?"

"I think you must have made a mistake... I don't understand at all!" Lu Mingfei said with a bitter face, "What 'S' grade student? What dragon bloodline? Are you sure you didn't recruit the wrong person? I may not be the only one in China named Lu Mingfei... Did you collude to make fun of me? But it's not fun at all..."

"You...you didn't understand?" Guderian was struck by lightning.

"Not at all, I just thought you were singing..."

Professor Guderian was silent for a moment, then shook Lu Mingfei's shoulders vigorously, "You really don't have a feeling of being summoned by the Great Lord?"

"I know this will disappoint you. I've seen that you're full of expectations..." Lu Mingfei sighed, "But I've disappointed you..."

"This is the first case!" Professor Guderian was frantic for a while, but suddenly regained his scholarly composure and said firmly, "The first case!"

“What’s the first case?” Lu Mingfei was puzzled.

"This is the first case of a dragon blood descendant who has no reaction to the secret spell!" Professor Guderian stared at Lu Mingfei as if he was looking at a magical specimen. "I can only explain it as... a mutation!"

"Mutations?"

"It is said that the ritual spell is passed down with the dragon genes. People with dragon blood will react to this ritual spell. The only possibility is that some kind of mutation happened to wash away the ritual spell part of your genes! You are unique!" The old man clenched his fist and smashed it on his palm, "No wonder you are 'S' grade!"

“Wait a minute,” Lu Mingfei waved his hand, “Isn’t there another possibility? I don’t have any dragon blood at all. I’m just an ordinary person!”

"Absolutely impossible! The bloodline rating cannot be wrong. Besides, the fact that the principal greeted you like that shows how important you are." Professor Guderian was excited about figuring out the problem. "I believe you must be extraordinary." But then he turned bitter. "But what about your assessment test tomorrow? Besides me, who else here can believe that you don't have low potential just because the secret spell in your genes has been erased?"

Lu Mingfei wanted to say that there was no evidence to support your inference, but he was so depressed that he was too lazy to speak.

"I believe it!" Finkel raised his hand. "He looks like a talent. If he could defeat Caesar and Chu Zihang, wouldn't he be a talent with great potential?"

"Then what about my professorship?" Professor Guderian suddenly said.

"Professorship? What does this have to do with your professorship?"

"Actually, I have never been able to get a tenured professorship here. Well," the old man scratched his shaggy head, "I am still an assistant professor now. The president said that you are an unprecedented 'S' grade student with unparalleled potential. Training you into an outstanding student is as easy as the New York Yankees winning the major league championship next year. As an old Chinese saying goes, it is effortless."

“What? Assistant professor? Weren’t you a professor at Harvard University?” Lu Mingfei shook his head.

"Yes, but if a tenured professor at Harvard University wants to become a tenured professor at Cassel College, he must have successfully trained an outstanding student."

Lu Mingfei felt dizzy in front of his eyes: "Are you saying that the tutor of an 'S'-level student like me is an assistant professor who has never taught an outstanding student?"

"Although one of my students at Harvard is already a candidate for the Nobel Prize in Physics, I have only taught one student since I came here to teach. His name is Finger..." The old guy was a little embarrassed.

"Oh! My! God!" Lu Mingfei began to imagine himself becoming a cynic.

"I know you feel desperate for the losers in our group, but face the reality!" Finkel patted Lu Mingfei's shoulder, "You are indeed in an assistant professor's group. There is a senior who has not graduated for eight years and is being hunted by all the boys in the school. And I tell you the saddest news."

"What?" Lu Mingfei said, "Can there be any worse news?"

"The girl you kept talking about on the way, Chen Motong," Finkel said, "If you have a crush on her, be careful, she is Caesar's girlfriend!"

Lu Mingfei felt a tiny part deep in his heart twitching slightly. He no longer felt depressed, but just very tired. He was so tired that he wanted to take a nap.