Shards, gears… all together, they weren't even as big as a palm.
The people from the Equipment Department stared blankly at the items in their hands.
Could something like this really create an explosion like the one just now? The representative of the Equipment Department pondered this question in a daze.
Oh, right, we didn't even make this thing. Damn it, within three minutes, I want all the information on the manufacturer.
The representative clenched his fist, scanning his surroundings.
The dormitory area was slightly noisy, and every head peering out of a window carried a hint of resentment towards the Equipment Department.
Seeing the Equipment Department send people to clean up, everyone assumed it was the Equipment Department's doing.
Only one person was leaning out of a window, swallowing, and that person was the culprit, Lu Mingfei.
Lu Mingfei stared blankly at the destruction caused by the explosion and the Equipment Department representative squatting on the ground picking up debris, his mind racing to figure out why such a violent explosion had occurred.
The off-track watch re-entered the world's rhythm, then exploded.
Off-track, explosion.
Wait… the rhythm, the rhythm that he had slowed down?
Lu Mingfei recalled Lu Mingze's teaching again, meticulously replaying everything that had happened tonight, but still couldn't piece together the truth.
The watch flew out, then exploded. That was the entire process Lu Mingfei knew.
All the students who hadn't fallen asleep before the explosion didn't even know what the explosive was. Even if the Equipment Department was conducting an experiment, they would give it a name, such as a sulfur bomb or a mercury bomb, so they could clearly identify the source of the explosion. But with the current explosion, no one could tell.
There was too little evidence left, and it happened in the dead of night.
Rune? Someone quickly thought of this factor.
But they quickly dismissed it. Under the cover of Rune: Discipline, no one could release a Rune.
That left only one explanation: miniature bombs.
Like when the Execution Department went on missions, the flashlights, mobile phones, and even lighters issued by the Equipment Department could be bombs. This time, the Equipment Department had probably invented a bomb the size of a Bluetooth earphone.
Damn it, when I join the Execution Department in the future, I must be extra, extra careful with the weapons provided by the Equipment Department.
“Brother, the elemental rhythm you completed did not synchronize with the world's rhythm.” Lu Mingze's voice suddenly rang out.
Lu Mingfei shook his head from side to side, but didn't find Lu Mingze, “What is synchronization?”
The air was silent for a while, then Lu Mingfei's phone dinged.
“A song at 0.5x speed and a song at 2x speed are still essentially the same thing.”
“It has to fit the rhythm.” A flash of insight struck Lu Mingfei, and he understood Lu Mingze's meaning. “Things that don't synchronize with the world's rhythm will self-destruct under the world's repulsion!”
Lu Mingfei comforted himself, “Although I haven't learned the basics, stably manufacturing bombs can also be considered a skill, right?”
The sound of window hinges closing came from the dormitory area.
An explosion at Kassel College was not uncommon; it was just that tonight's explosion was sudden, which was why it attracted the students' attention.
Now it's sweet dream time!
Most students continued to sleep, while a small number of third and fourth-year students reported the Equipment Department's recruitment announcement before pulling their blankets over their heads.
Three days passed in a blink of an eye.
Lu Mingfei had finally adapted to the rhythm of college life. The news of his selection for the Disciplinary Committee had not yet arrived, probably as Professor Manstein had said, there would be a week of observation.
He now had two courses that were online self-study: Professor Mans's "Magic-Driven Mechanical Design" and the legendary Principal's "Dragon Race Genealogy."
The former was a strict professor who liked in-class tests and roll calls, while the latter was a judge who liked random in-class questions.
To be honest, Lu Mingfei rather hoped that both courses this semester would be online, but he couldn't help but worry about his final grades.
Online learning, for someone like Lu Mingfei with little self-control, was completely ineffective.
Today was Friday.
Lu Mingfei finished his last class and walked unhurriedly towards the cafeteria.
The thought of enjoying a wonderful weekend tomorrow made him beam. The laptop and game controller bought by Fingel had also arrived.
Lu Mingfei couldn't believe how comfortable his life would be tomorrow.
Completely free time, and if he got hungry, he could even order food to be delivered to his dorm.
He was going to love this kind of life.
The only thing that worried him was the pile of gifts sent by the Student Union. As a prospective Disciplinary Committee member, he really couldn't bring himself to open them with a clear conscience.
Fingel, however, insisted it was fine, emphasizing that since Professor Manstein knew about it and didn't say it absolutely had to be dealt with afterward, it meant it was up to him.
To be safe, Lu Mingfei still decided to activate them after joining the Disciplinary Committee.
“Junior, fresh family bucket, want to come back to the dorm and eat with me?” A familiar voice appeared next to Lu Mingfei, “Inside scoop, the Principal and Professor Mans are coming back.”
“Really? Or fake?” Lu Mingfei remained skeptical of Fingel's words.
The last "inside scoop" was that the sweet and sour pork ribs in the cafeteria were going to run out, and Lu Mingfei had to call and order a portion to be delivered, only for Fingel to freeload a piece of perfect-looking, smelling, and tasting ribs.
“Really, an email will be sent to your phone in a moment.” Fingel handed over a cup of iced cola, “How about we order some shredded pork with Beijing sauce and go back to eat?”
“That's your real goal, Senior Brother.” Lu Mingfei took the cola with a sigh of emotion. Although the price was eating in bed, it didn't sound bad.
“You're completely wrong, my goal, Senior Brother, is to promote delicious food. Recently, I've been planning to add a 'Hometown Delicacies' column to the campus newspaper. As the planner, I have to be the first to write an article.” Fingel said righteously.
Lu Mingfei stared blankly at Fingel, “Your hometown is in Germany, right, Senior Brother?”
“The food from Junior Brother's hometown is truly too delicious, I voluntarily renounce my nationality.” Fingel said with a sincere expression.
If Lu Mingfei hadn't already been accustomed to Fingel's performative personality, he would probably have already dug into his own pocket to sponsor Fingel's Chinese food for three days.
The sound of a notification chimed lightly.
After carefully checking the content, Lu Mingfei couldn't help but raise a suspicious gaze to scrutinize Fingel.
“Your inside scoop this time is quite accurate, Senior Brother. Honestly, do you even cover news about professors?”
“Oh? You just found out?”
“Is the news that Professor Guderian and Professor Manstein came from the same mental hospital true?” Lu Mingfei looked at Fingel.
Fingel tossed his hair, “Of course, I overheard it when I finally managed to go and ask a teacher a question.”
“Ask a question?” Lu Mingfei thought he had misheard.
“Senior Brother was very outstanding back then. The legend of him not failing a single course for three consecutive years with all A's is still circulating on the forum.” Fingel spoke clearly and pointed a finger at himself.
“Wow, that's amazing.” Lu Mingfei uttered five emotionless words and proceeded to order a portion of shredded pork with Beijing sauce. He decided to go back to the dorm and thoroughly investigate Fingel's glorious past.
Fingel's eyes lit up. He could freeload again... write a report on Chinese cuisine.
“Actually, there's another inside scoop.”
“What?” Lu Mingfei looked down at his phone, asking casually.
“You have tutoring tomorrow, it's an 8 AM class.”
Lu Mingfei froze.
“Losing a weekend to listen to the Principal's course is actually a great deal, Junior Brother, you don't have to be so pessimistic.” Fingel said indifferently, speaking sarcastically.
“Not that.” Lu Mingfei showed his phone screen to Fingel. A text message appeared in Fingel's eyes.
“Urgent Notice: All A-level and above students please report to the library immediately!”
“Your dearest Noma.”
