All members of the Student Union attended this meeting. The current student union president, Caesar Gattuso, was sitting on the sofa in front of the fireplace, with the black and gold hunting knife "Dictado" on his knees and hanging above his head.
The phoenix emblem of the Gattuso family.
The silence has lasted for a long time, and the crystal chandelier illuminated everyone's pale faces.
"This is the first time in three years that we will lose the right to use Norton Hall. In other words, this is also the last meeting we will hold here." Vice President Karen said sadly, "This is the student union.
We should admit the disastrous defeat."
"But we were not defeated by the Lion Heart Club, and Chu Zihang was not the winner!" Another committee member said.
"We can file an appeal. We must be formal students to become the winners of the "Free Day". Who does Lu Mingfei count? He does not belong to us or to the Lion Heart Club. He is just like a random character in the game!" Kai, a second-year student.
Wen stood up.
"Who should I appeal to? The Discipline Committee or the School Board?" Karen shrugged and shook his head, "'Freedom Day' is a game day for the school. Who will help us arbitrate?"
Although they were all cheering for Lu Mingfei during the day, it was inevitable that some people would feel dissatisfied afterwards.
Frustration was ignited into anger. Some of the members of the student union loudly advocated, and some whispered among themselves. Since Caesar took control of the student union, they have been the winners of the "Free Day". The student union has finally grown into a group that can compete with Cassel College.
The club that competes with the traditional fraternity "Lion Heart Club", even if the "A" grade student Chu Zihang suddenly appeared in the Lion Heart Club, they could not take away Norton Hall from them, and now they have lost to a famous man inexplicably.
At the hands of a little-known new student, the crowd is excited.
"President?" Karen looked at Caesar who had been silent.
The committee members suddenly noticed that Caesar had left the sofa, took out a bottle of cognac from the wine cabinet next to him, and poured himself a glass. No one spoke, and all eyes followed Caesar.
Walking silently out the door with the glass of wine.
"President?" Karen called him.
Caesar stopped and turned to look at the people in the conference hall, his cold blue eyes as cold as ice showing no emotion at all, "I never refuse to talk to cowards. Cowards will refuse to admit their failures." p>
"President, we just..." Kevin tried to argue.
Caesar raised his hand and interrupted him, "That's enough. I don't want to discuss the reasons for the failure. I transferred the students from the college to record it. Lu Mingfei, an "S" grade freshman, is from China. He is an official student of Cassel College.
student, one of us, he defeated me and Chu Zihang head-on, including the "so-called" elite team of the Student Union and the Lion Heart Association, and won this year's "Free Day". According to the rules of the game, we lost, Lion Heart
The meeting has also kept silent, which shows that Chu Zihang has admitted failure. If we want to regret it, it will be our shame."
The committee members looked at each other silently, then lowered their heads.
"Then we will sell the Norton Hall tomorrow according to the rules over the years?" Karen asked in a low voice.
"I have already handed over a check to the Finance Committee and rented the "Amber Hall" next door as the venue for next year's student union activities. This place will belong to Lu Mingfei from 12 midnight." Caesar drank half of his drink.
Cognac was placed on the windowsill, "But I'm curious about his final bloodline rating after tomorrow's 3E exam."
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Dormitory 303, District 1.
"In short, the abbreviation of the ability assessment examination is 3E, and the correct spelling is ExtractionEvailrationExam. The original meaning is the bloodline assessment examination. It is mainly used to identify students' dragon bloodline. The descendants of dragon blood have a very obvious resonance with "dragon literature". Dragon King and Dragon King
All have the ability of "speaking spirit", that is, within the scope of his ability, what he says will become a rule. "Language" is the tool for the dragon clan to exert its abilities." Fingel explained to Lu Mingfei nonchalantly, "
Some students have a high proportion of dragon blood, but they have inherited dragon "junk genes" and their abilities are insufficient. Therefore, they will be downgraded after passing the 3E exam, and those who really fail will be ordered to drop out of school."
"Are you a junk gene?" Lu Mingfei asked.
Fingel choked for a moment and said angrily: "Your senior brother, I was a noble "A" class back then. It's just that my class has been lowered and lowered because I couldn't graduate over the years..." After saying this, his voice slowed down.
It’s getting smaller.
"You still know that you are an "F" grade beast?" Lu Mingfei sneered, "Why don't you order two midnight snacks for your supreme "S" grade junior brother?"
"Two portions?" Fingel jumped up from the bed, "Okay, little brother, I'll do it right away!"
"Please send two pieces of truffle bread, two pieces of pan-fried foie gras with lemon juice, and a bottle of champagne to Dormitory 303 in Area 1... Yes, I want an ice bucket and lemon peel, and a roast goose. We are a little hungry.
Two herring rolls with cheese."
Lu Mingfei looked at Fen Bianpidian running away to make a phone call, and silently curled the corners of his mouth.
Twenty minutes later, the waiters in white knocked on the door of the dormitory. Among the sterling silver tableware on the dining car was Fingel's meal. The waiters also brought their own tabletops and tablecloths and helped Lu Mingfei and Fen in the middle of the dormitory.
After setting up the tableware and cutlery, Geer solemnly placed the ice bucket with the champagne bottle in the center, placed two frozen glasses with ice condensation in front of them, and finally placed a
The candle in the silver candlestick was lit and he withdrew.
"Eat! People are like rice and steel. If you don't eat one meal, you will feel hungry. After you eat, you will think about the nonsense about class and the 3E exam. There will be a road before the car reaches the mountain." Fingel speaks Chinese fluently and looks good.
I was so hungry that I grabbed the truffle bread and munched on it, "Let's get started!"
Lu Mingfei felt that this loser senior who looked full of confusion suddenly became very cute and every sentence was true. It relieved all his troubles. He immediately put down his knife and fork, reached out and tore off a goose leg and stuffed it into his mouth.
And he boldly handed the other goose leg to Fingel. Fingel took the goose leg, and the two of them smiled brightly through the candlelight, as if they were brothers.
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At this moment, the "Longwen Research Area" is on the top floor of the library, which is no more than 500 meters away from Dormitory 303 in Area 1.
The two gluttonous teachers, Professor Guderian, were standing on the top of the ladder to reach for a document, their heads almost touching the ceiling lamp. The bookshelves here are more than 3 meters high and made of Burmese hardwood. Under the snow-white light
It has an iron-like brilliance and color. There is a 10 cm thick hardcover book on the bookshelf. When you open it, there are transparent sealed folders that suck out the air. Ancient copper scrolls are preserved in them. The words engraved on the copper sheets have been
It has been buried under the sea of ice for thousands of years, waiting for people to interpret it.
"Guderian, what made you wake up from the joy of accepting an "S" grade student and suddenly become so focused on the study of Longwen?" someone said under the ladder.
Professor Guderian pulled down the round glasses on his forehead, looked down, and saw a spherical object that was as kind as the overhead light.
"Hey, Manstein, why are you here late at night?" Professor Guderian unexpectedly greeted his old friend.
Professor Manstein touched his hairless head and said, "I'm here to check information. I'm very interested in your new students."
"Yes! Yes!" Professor Guderian nodded vigorously, "He is the only exception. I have found many unusual things about him that I haven't figured out yet."
"What interests me is that as a new student who has not yet awakened, facing Chu Zihang's golden dragon pupils today, he actually fought and defeated him without fear. How did Lu Mingfei do it?
"?" Professor Manstein asked coldly.
"He is very smart and has instinctive intuition about fighting. Moreover, he is an "S" level student. He is by no means ordinary!" After thinking about it, Professor Guderian gave a very high evaluation to his student
"Doesn't your back hurt when you stand at such a high place and talk?" Professor Manstein still asked coldly.
"I think that makes sense when you say that." Professor Guderian thumped his lower back. Reading for a long time made his old spine unable to support it.
"Guderian, from the time when we were in the same dormitory at Harvard to now, you have been as off-line as ever!" Professor Manstein sighed, "It's time for you to think about the problem from a different angle. The Golden Dragon Eyes have only appeared in Chu Zihang so far.
This student represents the extremely high purity of dragon blood. According to ancient records, only prince-level dragons possess the "never-extinguishing" golden dragon pupils. When looking directly at them, it is equivalent to casting a "king's" message.
The other party had to temporarily surrender to him. Only some people with extremely pure dragon blood could resist. However, the golden dragon pupils did not affect Lu Mingfei at all. Facing this kind of person whose power was comparable to that of the dragon prince, Lu Mingfei was very
Fight him calmly, is the purity of Lu Mingfei's dragon blood that high?"
"And his power is too powerful. An unawakened freshman fought against Caesar and Chu Zihang one after another and won."
Professor Guderian scratched his gray hair and said, "It's not surprising that anything happens to "S" level dragon blood descendants. Chu Zihang and Caesar are only "A" level."
"I really want to shake you off that ladder!" Professor Manstein said viciously. He was inexplicably troubled by the lack of heart of his classmates, old friends and colleagues.
"Then I will come down by myself," Professor Guderian climbed down from the ladder honestly, "What is so serious that the chairman of the Discipline Committee should be dispatched?"
"Lu Mingfei, he is probably a pureblood, or the Dragon King who has not yet awakened." Professor Manstein took out his pipe from his pocket, lit it, took a few strong puffs, and exhaled a mouthful of thick smoke that seemed to be deep.
He took a breath and slowly came up with a terrifying guess.
Professor Guderian's face was a little pale, and he didn't know what to do next. Only the ancient clock on the wall was ticking in the library, and he looked down at the floor.
"What do you want to say?" Professor Guderian, who had been silent for a long time, suddenly raised his head and asked loudly.
"I'm considering whether to tell the principal my guess. If it is the root cause, it should be solved as soon as possible!" Professor Manstein said in a low and serious voice.
As if a black fear exploded in his heart, Professor Guderian felt that his blood had gone cold. He understood what Professor Manstein meant, and he also knew what kind of mission this seemingly hilarious campus actually undertook.
, they kill decisively and never hesitate too much.
He lowered his head and remained silent for a long time. Professor Manstein took out his cell phone from his pocket and dialed the principal's number, but did not dial it immediately. He looked at Professor Guderian through the lenses.
He was still waiting for the judgment of his old friend. After all, Lu Mingfei was his student. Such a report from the Discipline Committee might completely destroy a new student. Professor Guderian suddenly raised his head and grabbed Manstein.
Because of the professor's hand, he slowly closed the phone.
"Lu Mingfei..." Professor Guderian paused for a long time, and finally said the words he had already thought about, "He is a very good child!" Professor Manstein touched his bald head and frowned.
Looking up at the lights on the roof and thinking.
He and Guderian were alumni in the same dormitory at Harvard and had been friends for decades. He knew clearly that Guderian was far less incompetent in academics than in life... In fact, Manstein plagiarized Guderian's work.
The academic report was copied until he graduated from the Ph.D.... Almost every time when Guderian seriously said a puzzling sentence, he thought deeply about it. Manstein had developed a habit and must not show timidity at this time.
Think carefully before answering.
Professor Manstein looked up and meditated like a sculpture, the ancient clock on the wall chimed, and time passed by minute by second, like a countdown before the world was opened up.
"Okay, I give up," Professor Manstein suddenly raised his hands, "Look, I give up, I don't understand...Are you trying to play riddles with me? I've already given up, tell me the answer now.
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Professor Guderian pulled his glasses down from the bridge of his nose and looked at Professor Manstein blankly, "I really think Lu Mingfei is a good boy... He is quite kind... We can never take away
His chance..." Professor Guderian paused, "We all still remember our childhood, right? At that time, the two of us struggled to reach out to hold each other through the iron railing... At that time, you
Have you ever thought that something suddenly changed your life?"
Professor Manstein was really stunned this time. He lowered his head and silently looked at the closed mobile phone in his hand. The scolding sound reached his ears through decades of time: "Take those two
Crazy kids pull away! What are they doing?” “Damn it! Let go! I’m warning you not to get yourself into trouble!”
"It's time for electrotherapy! Don't talk nonsense! Take him to the electrotherapy room!" He seemed to feel the pain of electrotherapy again, as if a broken blade was cutting his body. After every huge earthquake, he would smell a faint smell of burnt food.
, will all want to cry.
He always looks at the only skylight above his head, longing to fly like a bird, longing for something to fall from the sky and change his life.