The two looked at each other.
Lu Mingfei blinked. The other's beautiful, spirited eyes were so familiar they brought tears to his own, and her dark red hair tied into a ponytail, and the four-leaf clover earrings dangling from her ears.
"Lu Mingfei?"
"Senior Sister Chen?"
Both exclaimed almost simultaneously. Chen Motong's mind was a bit quicker than Lu Mingfei's, and she immediately looked at Fingel, about to question him.
But Lu Mingfei's USP was a step faster.
A large patch of blood spread across Chen Motong's chest, staining her deep red combat uniform black.
"Fingel, what exactly are you doing?"
"Without a sniper, how are we supposed to deal with Chu Zihang?"
She lowered her head to look at the wound on her chest, and seeing Lu Mingfei's flustered expression, she immediately understood Fingel's plan.
But dizziness had already taken over her consciousness, and she couldn't hear Fingel's explanation anymore.
Lu Mingfei turned his head to look at Fingel, who, burly as he was, was walking towards Chen Motong's position and picking up the sniper rifle from behind her.
"Simple, just leave it to our S-rank freshman, right?"
Fingel raised an eyebrow and gave Lu Mingfei a bright smile:
"Junior Brother, plan successful."
Lu Mingfei saw his smile and his head started to ache. Who knew Fingel would make him disarm Chen Motong?
Although the two had only met in China, abroad, it was a case of fellow countrymen meeting fellow countrymen. Not catching up, but instead shooting on sight, was simply too impolite.
Lu Mingfei blankly took the sniper rifle from Fingel's hand. The last time he saw such a thing was in CS. Now, for it to appear so vividly in her hand, made him feel a bit disillusioned.
"Junior Brother, next, your Senior Brother is going to make a great sacrifice for you!" Fingel said with a look of martyrdom.
"The Lionheart Society still has one sniper. I will use my body to exchange for her position. Junior Brother, you must take her down, otherwise our plan will fall through."
"Don't worry, if you succeed in one shot, they definitely won't be on guard against you here."
As he spoke, the voices of Chu Zihang and Caesar rang out simultaneously from outside. It seemed that the foot soldiers on both sides had fallen, and it was time for the generals to enter the fray personally.
Lu Mingfei turned and looked up towards the narrow path outside.
A person in a deep red combat uniform stood on one side of the parking lot, removing their mask. Golden, dazzling hair fell down, framing a face like a Greek sculpture. Their eyes were a rare ice-blue, and their gaze was cold.
He tossed the hunting knife in the air, playing with it, and looked at the person in the black combat uniform opposite him.
The other person also removed their mask, revealing a head of untamed black hair, pointing in different directions, sharp as swords.
Was that Chu Zihang?
Compared to the impression he gave in high school, he was much sharper now.
The other one, was that Caesar?
As expected of a young master, just the maintenance of that hair must cost tens of thousands, right?
Lu Mingfei subconsciously commented.
The question-and-answer game between the two outside quickly ended, leaving only knife against knife, fist against fist.
The desperate struggle between the two sides was as graceful as a dance performance, moving so fast that Lu Mingfei couldn't see clearly.
A blurry black figure, a blurry deep red figure. The black shadow of one knife, like a persistent disease, clung to the strong sunlight reflected by the other knife, mixing together and inseparable.
The vibration of Chu Zihang's knife in the air grew increasingly intense, mixed with Caesar's roar, the killing intent thick and viscous.
Fingel didn't know where he dragged a "corpse" back from. In a flash, he put on the deep red uniform, his muscles bulging.
"Junior Brother, I'm going."
Fingel's expression was tragic, as if he were going to do something world-saving.
Lu Mingfei felt ashamed. It was clearly their shady business, yet he made it sound so glorious.
He raised the sniper rifle in his hand, unsure of his affinity with it. Abandoning the gun and fleeing if he missed was also within his expectations.
With a retreat path, his mental pressure wasn't as great.
Squinting one eye, Lu Mingfei stared at the image in the sniper scope, slowly entering a focused state.
Without him noticing, a golden gleam quietly appeared in his eyes.
"Chu Zihang!"
Fingel took a deep breath and moved to a spot far from the narrow path where Lu Mingfei was.
He had been in this school for eight years and was far too familiar with its structure, both above and below ground.
At this moment, Fingel held an M4, pointing it unceremoniously at Chu Zihang.
This was extremely dangerous for Chu Zihang, who only had a long blade. In a college where Runes couldn't be used, firearms had an absolute advantage.
Caesar's lips curled slightly upwards.
"Chu Zihang, it seems our Student Union has won again this year."
He knew what his team members were doing; both snipers were still alive at this point.
If Fingel came out with the gun, the opposing sniper would choose to kill Fingel, exposing their position, and then be killed by their own sniper.
If they chose not to kill Fingel, then Chu Zihang would be killed by Fingel, who was holding an M4 and wearing a deep red uniform.
The scales of victory had already tipped to his side.
Even he hadn't expected that Fingel would not only return to school today but also participate in the Free Day activity.
This was an unexpected change to the Student Union's plan, and the Lionheart Society would hardly have anticipated such a defection.
Chu Zihang remained silent, the veins on the back of his hands bulging, his strength increasing by a few points.
All he had to do was wait for his sniper's choice and do his best to defeat Caesar.
"Bang!"
The Lionheart Society's sniper chose to kill Fingel.
Following that, there was another gun shot.
The Lionheart Society sniper was killed.
Lu Mingfei let out a slight breath, his entire skeleton made a faint sound, which was then suppressed by the clash of the two blades.
He did it.
"Game over, I concede."
Chu Zihang outside was straightforward.
But it wasn't over yet.
Lu Mingfei aimed at the Student Union president, his eyes gleaming golden. He began to wonder about the developments after drawing the middle-tier lot.
Caesar felt the pain and numbness in his chest in disbelief, staggering back two steps, his gaze fixed on the narrow path.
Before the triumphant smile on his face could fade, he fell backward.
"Who?"
Chu Zihang slowly turned around, the golden light of his long blade reflected in his golden pupils.
Chu Zihang, it really was him.
After seeing that face head-on, Lu Mingfei finally confirmed it.
In his first year of high school, Chu Zihang was the Student Union president. During morning exercises, he could always see Chu Zihang on the top floor of the teaching building, dressed in spotless white, looking down at them from above.
It was just that his eyes weren't such a dazzling gold back then.
Lu Mingfei didn't respond to him, only his eyes felt hot, and his concentration intensified.
Slowly adjusting his position, he perfectly locked onto Chu Zihang's chest.
Lu Mingfei's bones operated with mechanical precision, pulling back the bolt, the bullet sliding into the chamber, his finger tightening on the trigger. He felt as if the mechanical parts of the gun had merged with his bones. The muzzle was in place, his bones locked into the correct positions one by one, and Chu Zihang's figure appeared in the crosshairs.
He fired and didn't even look to see if he hit; his intuition told him he had.
Lu Mingfei headed straight for the retreat path Fingel had indicated. In a place where no one could see him, he entered the teaching building and went directly to the study.
The campus suddenly became quiet. Sunlight shone on the gunpowder smoke, casting a beautiful golden hue.
Just in the narrow path where Lu Mingfei had been, not far from the sniper rifle, the lens of a camera, reflecting a faint light, was revealed.
The bottom of the camera was marked as belonging to the Head of the News Department.
