dragon raja

The final bet

"A freshman made six of the top ten headlines in one day. I never dared to think about it before."

"He shot and killed Caesar and Chu Zihang. If his gun was loaded with real bullets instead of Frigga bullets..."

"Dot, dot, dot. Wouldn't that be fun? Dot, dot."

"If this kind of person doesn't make the top 10 headlines, who will?"

"Can anyone post the links to all the news about Eight Roads Mingfei?"

"Shocking news, 'S' grade student Lu Mingfei has no resonance with the Dragon King's Secret Ritual Mantra, and the school is looking for the reason!

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

"Luxurious dinner, Lu Mingfei ordered a 497 yuan meal late at night, including foie gras and caviar!

"The corridor outside Dormitory 303, Area 1, is crowded with people!"

“A collection of Lu Mingfei’s candid photos!

"Comparison of Lu Mingfei's resume with that of former 'S' grade students.

"Looking at this resume, Lu Mingfei is simply a pig!

“At least now he has a $100,000 line of credit.

"I just want to blast him with my mouse!

“…．．．”

Professor Manstein, who was wearing pajamas, shook his head and closed the discussion page of the Kassel College network. Tonight was probably a sleepless night. The number of people online reached a new peak. The students of the entire college and even the pseudonymous teachers were discussing the student named Lu Mingfei. Would a new "S" level bring hope, danger, or simply be a laughing stock?

Professor Manstein was also a little confused. The White King's guess was not reliable. He also understood that there was no record of any descendants of the White King being discovered so far.

He could only instinctively feel wary of Lu Mingfei, who shot and killed Caesar and Chu Zihang.

He turned off the lights and sat alone in the dark for a while, then turned on his cell phone and answered the call, "Father."

Professor Manstein could no longer be seen, but the discussion area continued to refresh at a high speed and the messages kept moving up.

"Maybe he will suffer a loss at 3E tomorrow. I don't think he will do well. Maybe the system misjudged his level." Someone left a message.

"Wrongly judged an 'S'-level student? But he actually has no resonance with the ritual spell!"

"As long as it's a machine, there will always be misjudgments. Maybe he has no dragon bloodline, so he is not afraid of Chu Zihang's golden eyes at all."

"Your greatest talent is competitive gaming! What kind of funny talent is that?"

"Hey! Why don't we open the market? Who wants to bet that Lu Mingfei won't pass the 3E exam tomorrow?" Finger, who was wearing the administrator's logo, left a message. His appearance

It brought about a wave of enthusiasm. This useless senior who had not been able to graduate for many years was a popular figure on the Kassel College school website and could always get some valuable news.

"I think the bet on him passing is too little, so I'm going to make a good start. I'm going to bet 100 dollars on him passing!" While saying this, Finkel had already opened the topic of the voting area.

"Fingal, are you going to bet your chance of changing your credit card loan on your roommate?" someone laughed.

The stakes on the "No" side soared rapidly, and soon exceeded 20,000 US dollars, while the stakes on the "Yes" side were still only 100 yuan from Finger. In just one night, everything about Lu Mingfei after arriving in the United States was dug up. No matter how you analyze him, he is a waste. He is definitely not like the legendary "S" grade student with pure blood and unlimited potential.

"Isn't there anyone who has a bit of gambling spirit?" Finger complained in a message.

"You can't play like this, you can only win my 100 yuan. The odds on Lu Mingfei passing the exam are 1 to 1301."

"I bet 500 yuan that Lu Mingfei can pass the exam." A person with the ID "Murasame" left a message.

The discussion area fell silent for a moment. It was Chu Zihang's ID, who rarely appeared in the discussion area. This silent Chinese student, the leader of the Lionheart Club, and a rare "A" grade student did not like long-winded discussions, and he actually bet 500 yuan that Lu Mingfei could pass the exam.

"I bet 5,000 yuan." A person with the ID "d**k Weiduo" left a message.

"Caesar" someone commented in amazement.

"I bet Lu Mingfei can't pass the exam." Caesar disconnected after saying this, leaving

The next discussion area is temporarily frozen.

The beginning of another competition was vaguely imaginary. If there were such things as natural enemies in the world, then Caesar and Chu Zihang must be them. In the students' memories, the two of them had never agreed on anything. But today, there was finally one. After the "Freedom Day" was magically ended by the freshman's two shots, the leaders of the Student Union and the "Lionheart Club" both announced their approval of the result.

They would admit that they lost to a loser? They lost the right to use Norton Hall for a year and the right to pursue any girl in the college without being rejected? The students thought that the two of them were crazy. Of course, they didn't need to worry about the problem of failure in pursuing girls... and Chu Zihang's silence and introversion and bachelorhood made him look very cold to women, while Caesar already had Nono, who was famous in the college.

Caesar held a wireless keyboard, half lying on the sofa in the lobby of Amber Hall, watching the bets slowly rising on the huge projection screen. He logged out of the "d**k Tudo" ID and logged in with the "Sonic" ID, which was silently huddled in the corner of the online list.

Nuonuo held a cup of iced coffee and leaned against the wall behind him. "You are actually very

Follow Lu Mingfei. "

"Yes, and I don't know if he will pass tomorrow's 3E exam." Caesar admitted frankly, "The reason I bet so much is that I never bet on the same side as Chu Zihang."

"I know that 5,000 yuan is nothing to you." Nuonuo put down his coffee and picked up the computer bag next to him. "I'm leaving now. I've chosen Professor Manstein's class this semester, so I need to study hard. Call me if you have anything."

"If you want to read, wouldn't it be too crowded to live in such a small dormitory with Susie? And she only shot you once during the day... She did it for Chu Zihang.

I can do anything." Caesar stretched out his hand as if to stop Nono, "It's better to stay here. Amber Hall is much more comfortable than Norton Hall."

Nuonuo turned around at the door and looked at Kaiche coldly.

Caesar quickly raised his hands to show his innocence, "I mean... guest rooms! I have a lot of guest rooms!"

"I chose to live in the dormitory, not because of the rent. If I wanted to rent a villa on campus, I would have rented it a long time ago," Nono pouted, "Besides, I don't like your Bugatti Veyron. Fortunately, you have lost it today."

She closed the door behind her, and Caesar thrust his hand through the brilliant blond hair.

He had a helpless expression.

"There are three minutes left to close the betting! Please place your bets immediately if you haven't done so yet. All bets must be deposited into my account before tomorrow's 3E exam. I will handle the bets for you."

Otherwise, it will be considered invalid." Finkel curled up on the sofa in the activity hall of the dormitory in Area 1, holding his notebook and shaking his head, his fingers flying on the keyboard.

Finkel sat up straight on the sofa, looked around at the dozen students around him, and said seriously, "Listen, there are 42,500 bets on Lu Mingfei failing the 3E exam, and only 600 bets on Lu Mingfei passing the exam. The winner will share all the bets placed by the losers in proportion. I need you to lend me 10,000 yuan now, and bet on Lu Mingfei at the last second! This way we can win at least 40,000 yuan! I will give each of you double the amount.

Return! If you lend me money, it will be doubled tomorrow morning! This is absolutely inside information, and it is a great opportunity that will never come back again if you lose it!"

The students looked at each other, and then at Finkel's laptop screen. The amount of money they bet on Lu Mingfei not passing was still rising rapidly, and in just a few dozen seconds it was approaching 50,000 yuan.

"These people...even if they win they can only share the 600 yuan, why are they betting so actively?" someone wondered.

"Is it because of some jealousy and panic? They hope that Lu Mingfei will suffer a lot... He is a man who has the right to pursue a girl without being rejected. Wouldn't you want to kick him out of the academy?" Another person answered, "But judging from the appearance of your girlfriend, you shouldn't mind this..."

"Hey! Hey! Gentlemen, please be a professional gambler. Let me ask you again, can I raise the 10,000 yuan I want?" Finkel interrupted them.

"But you already owe us a lot of money..."

"Sir, use your business acumen. It's like you invested in a company, but the company is not doing well and is about to close, and you can't get your investment back. But suddenly a big opportunity comes. As long as you inject some more funds, the company can turn losses into profits. What reason do you have not to increase your investment?" Finkel argued.

"Are you sure? Your roommate looks like a loser... He was so scared that he didn't even dare to go out to the bathroom. Will something happen to him if you don't stay in the room to watch over him?"

"Waste wood is still wood! As long as it can be burned!" Finkel expressed 100% trust in his roommate.

"If you lose, your debt will be as high as 50,000 yuan... If it's a gangster loan shark, you will probably be hacked to death, right?"

"It doesn't matter," Finkel shrugged, "We are a higher education institution and we are all educated people."

The students exchanged glances again, and finally one of them who seemed to be the leader made up his mind, "Okay, Finkel, we are willing to trust you. Although you always owe money, this is related to your level being continuously reduced and your credit limit being reduced to the floor... Your personal integrity is still reliable, I am willing to lend you 1,000 yuan!"

"I'll give you 500 yuan."

"1,000."

In order to get a return on their investment, the old creditors gritted their teeth and opened their pockets again. The cynical Finger was like the old seafaring swindlers in the story of Sinbad.

Shang showed a happy expression.

"Okay! The total amount is 12,500 yuan!" Finger jumped onto the table, pointed his index finger to the sky and shouted, "How much time is left? We need to suddenly inject funds before the end.

We can’t let people see that we are operating in a black box!"

"Countdown 34 seconds! I have synchronized to the system time!" Campus

The elite members of the high-interest gang opened the countdown software on their laptops and gave answers with the rigor of scientists.

“Three to four seconds in advance, the odds are already locked, and the last few seconds are the time to place your bets.

The network may be a little slow during the peak hours of data flow," someone reminded.

“Has your ID been logged in?”

"Using 'Jumanji', already logged in."

"The amount of money betting on Lu Mingfei not passing the lottery has increased rapidly... breaking 70,000 yuan... and the amount of money betting on him passing the lottery is also 2,000 yuan. Some people want to speculate."

"Don't worry, we'll be the dealer after we put in our 12,500 yuan! We'll win 80% of the money!" Finkel said with a strong voice.

Encouraging said.

The bets on both sides were changing at high speed. It seemed that new bets were being added every second, and the closing time was getting closer and closer. Everyone's heartbeat was as fast as that of a trader at the stock exchange.

"10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4," the countdown person licked his slightly dry lips, "Fund injection!"

"Success! Close the market!" After seeing the "Injection successful" window pop up, Finkel jumped up and waved his hands. His messy beard and hair fluttered in the air, making his head look like a dandelion that was about to fly away.

"The amount of money bet on him not passing exceeded 100,000 yuan!

The biggest gamble in history! We...” The leader of the loan shark group was encouraged by Finkel and also clenched his fists and shouted, but he suddenly froze.

The people watching the screen fell silent, and Finkel, who was jumping around over there, also felt the strange silence in the lounge.

"What's wrong?" he turned around and asked.

"The amount bet on Lu Mingfei is... 39,400 yuan. At the last second, someone raised the bet by 20,000 yuan..." Someone's voice was trembling.

"Who is messing with the situation? Who has inside information? Want to steal food from a poor dog like me?" Finkel was furious. "Log in to my administrator ID,

Find out who he is!"

A minute later, Finkel was stunned in front of his notebook. The screen clearly showed the ID of the person who made the note. He used his real name, openly and honestly, without any disguise - Gerd Rudolf Manstein.

There is also a title behind it: "Professor".

"The chairman of the Discipline Committee is also here to place bets... Isn't he in charge of catching cheating?" Finkel felt cold sweat on his head.

At this moment, in the dormitory 303 of Area 1, Lu Mingfei was reading the copy that Finger had left for him under the lamp, and drawing the key-like Korean characters one by one in the way a monkey learns to write. Finger said he didn't want to disturb his efforts, and left with a weird smile on his face, leaving him alone in the empty dormitory.

He didn't understand Korean at all, and couldn't help cursing at the letters that looked like keychains. But he didn't have time to curse, as it was less than four days before dawn.

In four hours, he had to memorize all eight questions. Finkel said not to expect to bring any notes into the examination room, which was closely monitored like an intelligence station. It didn't matter that Lu Mingfei didn't know Korean, as long as he memorized the characters, just like the ancients drew hieroglyphs, and could "draw" them.

But fatigue slowly rose like the tide, and in Lu Mingfei's sight, the Korean letters looked more and more similar, like twin brothers.

He wondered why he didn't watch a few episodes of Korean dramas when his aunt was watching them in China? Well, Korean dramas don't actually have Korean subtitles.

Maybe this $2,500 answer sheet is fake? Yes, why should he believe that sometimes he is like an i***t philosopher and sometimes like a small businessman?

What about the cunning Finkel? Finkel was taking advantage of him from the beginning to the end.

What if he passed tomorrow's exam? In a genius academy full of reptilian blood, could he crawl out alive?

What if I crawl out? At this moment in faraway China, it should be morning. Is Chen Wenwen in a white dress holding hands with her new boyfriend and walking to a

On the way to Civilian University.

Damn it! Why did you kill the dragon? The dragon didn't provoke you...

"Why don't you use Chinese pinyin?" Lu Mingfei finally couldn't stand it anymore and shouted at the open window, "Is the dragon also from Korea?"

The voice was carried away by the night wind, echoing in the empty campus. Lu Mingfei didn't know who he was shouting to, it seemed that there was something pent up in his heart, making him want to say something loudly.

He sat on the bed hugging his knees and whispered to himself what he wanted to say, "Nono, I really want to see you."

It was not about beauty or feelings, it was just that the last time he felt he had nowhere to go, the door to an unknown road opened in front of him, and the girl who looked like a princess and a witch, wearing a suit and high heels, was so beautiful, sharp and fierce, she walked up to him and settled everything.

He wanted someone to help him now, but here he shouted loudly and no one answered.