Staring at the boy beside him, Lu Mingfei once again recalled that name.
All the lights came back on, just like at Burger King, and everyone except Lu Mingze disappeared.
"Lu Mingze?"
Having not received an answer last time, Lu Mingfei had no choice but to ask again, bracing himself.
Otherwise, what would he call him later?
That kid?
"It's me," the kid said indifferently.
"But you don't look like the Lu Mingze from my Aunt's family at all."
"I don't want to have the same name as him either," Lu Mingze said, "Brother, you should completely forget about that person."
"After all, we are not from the same world as him."
Lu Mingze stood up, his gaze fixed on the window, "In our world, there are dragons."
Lu Mingfei followed his gaze out the car window, and his pupils suddenly dilated; in front of that world, he even lost the strength to breathe.
Just as that oil painting depicted.
Now the oil painting came to life, and Lu Mingfei could see blood-like droplets of water falling from the sky onto the vast ice plain.
The dragon in the painting lay atop an ice peak, some people climbing along its wings, some piercing its skull with sharp spikes, and some tasting the white pulp flowing from its tailbone.
"People call the day the Black Dragon King Nidhogg died the New Era; they revel in the torrential rain forged from Nidhogg's blood," Lu Mingze said softly.
His voice was calm, and he closed his eyes, silently appreciating it, revealing a slight smile.
Lu Mingfei's emotions suddenly became rich at this moment; he could clearly feel that the boy's smile in front of him hid much, much sadness.
Sadness that had lasted... for thousands of years.
He reached out to comfort Lu Mingze, but his mind suddenly blurred for a moment, and when he came to, one of his hands was already holding Professor Guderian's hand.
Time restarted after that "thank you for the welcome."
The train sped along, and Lu Mingfei finally arrived at Kassel College, the nearest platform.
The first carriage door opened, and as Lu Mingfei stepped out of the train, he saw a waiter in a uniform and white gloves by the platform.
"Mr. Lu Mingfei."
The waiter took Lu Mingfei's backpack with a kind smile, but unexpectedly, Lu Mingfei pulled it back.
"No need to trouble yourself with this."
The waiter had no objection, still maintaining his smile; an S-rank's actions must have their reasons.
"Professor Guderian."
The waiter continued, ignoring the owner of a burly physique.
Fingel also had no objection; he was an F-rank, the lowest level at Kassel College; theoretically, he was even lower in rank than this waiter.
"This way, please."
The waiter led the way for Lu Mingfei, and Fingel naturally enjoyed this preferential treatment.
"Senior, do you have any recommended courses?" Lu Mingfei asked Fingel. Fingel had been at the college for eight years, so he must know which courses were best for getting good grades and graduating.
Unexpectedly, Fingel shrugged indifferently, "It's pretty much the same no matter what course you choose; it's just the difference between being relaxed in freshman and sophomore year and working like a mule in junior and senior year."
"We're following Professor Guderian, so there are a few compulsory courses, and a few courses taught personally by the Principal, which are also compulsory," Fingel whispered into Lu Mingfei's ear.
"So they say free course selection, but there are actually compulsory courses. Can you resist not choosing the Principal's course?"
It sounded like the Principal was very charismatic, and every student was eager to snatch up his courses.
Lu Mingfei had seen similar stories on forums before, but he never expected them to come true right beside him.
"Principal?" he followed up.
"Hilbert Jean Angers, the greatest educator, thinker, and dragon slayer of this century," Fingel said, as if he took pride in it, his face full of self-satisfaction:
"It costs at least six figures for outsiders to meet the Principal once. If we choose the Principal's course, every extra meeting is a profit."
"Although most of the course content cannot be recorded, which means less income, the secretly taken photos sold to wealthy old ladies outside are also a considerable income."
Lu Mingfei was no longer surprised by Fingel's proud expression.
It turned out he wasn't proud because his Principal was Angers, but because he had opened up an incredible source of income.
The waiter opened the car door in front of Lu Mingfei, thoughtfully shielding the car roof with his hand, "Please."
Lu Mingfei was stunned for a moment before realizing he was being invited into the car, then stiffly walked and stiffly sat in the back seat.
Fingel, not to be outdone, sat beside Lu Mingfei.
His burly figure instantly filled the entire back seat, forcing Professor Guderian to sit in the passenger seat.
Lu Mingfei felt a pang of worry for Fingel, but fortunately, such customs were not observed abroad.
"Are you a bit disappointed? The enrollment guidance said we'd slay dragons, but we still have to rely on these technological products," Fingel said, seeing Lu Mingfei was a bit nervous, and made a joke.
"A little, after all, that dragon was so big, I thought we'd all be like those martial arts novel characters, using Lingbo Weibu to ascend the mountain," Lu Mingfei said.
"You have imagination," Fingel acknowledged, "but not as much as the freshman last year who asked for a broom when he entered the college."
"Harry Potter, huh?" Lu Mingfei was surprised.
"There were also more composed ones," Fingel recalled, "Chu Zihang was from your high school, right?"
"Ah, yes," Lu Mingfei nodded.
"He entered the school very quietly, just carrying a suitcase up the mountain, without even a car. Many people admired his perseverance at the time, and it became a test for the college students."
"The year before him, there was also a noble young master who drove a bugatti veyron in," Fingel leaned his face towards Lu Mingfei:
"That's Caesar Gattuso, our Student Union president. He holds parties and throws money around irregularly. Junior, are you interested in joining our Student Union?"
He put an arm around Lu Mingfei's shoulder, looking radiant.
"Senior, I'll think about it. Senior Chen Motong also mentioned it to me."
Lu Mingfei squeezed out a smile and politely declined.
At this moment, Professor Guderian, who was in front, turned his head and said, "Mingfei, will you go to the dorm first, or will you come with me to the study?"
"I just applied for a batch of alchemical products. Most newly enrolled students don't quite believe in the existence of dragons. Do you need me to take you to see them?"
"I'll go to the dorm first." After seeing Lu Mingze, Lu Mingfei actually quite believed in the existence of the Dragon Race.
"Alright," Professor Guderian respected his student's choice, "Then I'll wait for you in the study. If you can't find the location, you can have Fingel take you."
Lu Mingfei and Fingel were in the same dorm. Professor Guderian said that if he wasn't satisfied, he could switch at any time. Lu Mingfei did not refuse to be in the same dorm as Fingel.
He felt quite safe being next to an eight-year senior, and this senior was also a tall guy of 1.9 meters.
As the two of them reached the entrance of the dormitory building, a sharp alarm suddenly blared, echoing throughout the campus like a roaring, rampaging ghost.
Lu Mingfei froze, but Fingel suddenly wrapped an arm around him and rushed into the building.
Before he could even ask Fingel what had happened, rows of text appeared before his eyes.
【"Mid-tier lot, keep a low profile, hide in the dorm building for half a day, an ordinary day, but avoid the vortex of public opinion, peaceful"】
【"Mid-tier lot, act with high profile, publicly double-kill Chu Zihang and Caesar, gain widespread fame, but become a vortex of public opinion, peaceful"】
【"Upper-mid tier lot, grasp intelligence, cooperate with Fingel to double-kill Chu Zihang and Caesar, gain the initiative in public opinion, but there are hidden dangers, need to resolve carefully, auspicious"】
Lu Mingfei was greatly startled.
Double-kill Chu Zihang and Caesar?
Are you kidding me?
