Chu Zihang opened the door and saw the students gathered outside.

They have different expressions, some are curious, some are surprised, some are questioning...

Chu Zihang sighed softly, thanks to the senior brother next door, he and Lu Mingfei were famous.

He lowered his eyes slightly, and when he opened them again, a pair of dazzling golden pupils lit up, scanning everyone:

"Everyone, is something wrong?"

Like raging lions in the dark, the students had a look of fear on their faces. They were frightened by the golden eyes and stopped surrounding dormitory 302.

Chu Zihang went back and closed the dormitory door, walked to 301 and knocked on the door.

"Who is it? Come back tomorrow if you have something to do, I'm not free today!"

Fingel's drake voice echoed from across the room.

"Bang!"

Chu Zihang turned around, kicked open the door, and walked in.

Immediately afterwards, Fingel's begging for mercy came from Dormitory 301.

Not long after, the third red post that had been attacked by more than two hundred girls replying to the floor suddenly disappeared.

But at the same time, Chu Zihang, an A-level freshman, also appeared in everyone's sight.

The scene of him glaring at everyone with his golden eyes was filmed and posted on the forum.

Everyone began to speculate about his identity and uncover his background.

He even thinks that he is the S-class named Lu Mingfei.

…

"What's wrong?"

The ceremony was over, and Lu Mingfei noticed strange noises coming from the dormitory.

"fine."

Chu Zihang calmly shook his head, "Have you completed the ritual of awakening the machine soul?"

"No, what I just performed was not a ritual to awaken the machine soul, but a purification ritual."

Lu Mingfei said solemnly.

In the idealistic universe of all things, even machinery cannot escape the contamination of the evil power of chaos.

Therefore, even if a screw is set, it must go through a complicated purification ceremony;

Changing a light bulb also requires the cooperation of three servitors, one is responsible for changing the light bulb and the other two sing binary poems beside them...

If we don't carry out these complicated rituals, if it is contaminated and overrun by electronic demons, then we may not even be able to claim the entire planet.

"OK."

Chu Zihang was not surprised by Lu Mingfei's various weird religious behaviors.

"Did you find any valuable information?"

Lu Mingfei asked.

"No, right now we only have permission for freshmen, and we don't have permission to query a lot of information."

"After the 3E exam confirms your S-level authority, we should be able to query more complete information."

Chu Zihang took out a black magnetic card, which was a student ID card and a credit card guaranteed by Citibank.

"Perhaps straightforward measures can be taken."

"Kill all the way to where they store the information, and then take away all the valuable information."

Lu Mingfei's expression became cold, and an invisible murderous intention filled the air, as if even the temperature in the room had dropped a lot.

"If you really want to do this, I can come with you."

Chu Zihang said calmly, without any hesitation.

"Just kidding."

Lu Mingfei smiled, and the indifference on his face disappeared in the blink of an eye: "I feel pretty good here."

"And to purify the aliens... you still need a base camp."

…

The scene of Lu Mingfei killing the B-class fallen hybrid Krell was played on the holographic screen.

When Lu Mingfei took out the Smith revolver, the screen quickly zoomed in to Krell's forehead.

The gunfire rang out, and the first silver bullet could be seen hitting his forehead.

However, due to Yan Ling Immortal's strengthened body, the bullet only slightly penetrated the skin.

But this is enough.

This bullet was a fixed nail, and the following four bullets were a heavy hammer that drove the nail into Krel's head.

"Perfect marksmanship."

Angers applauded and praised.

The screen ratio returned to normal, and Lu Mingfei shot the half-breed on the ground for the last time before turning his head.

Those golden vertical pupils, like those of an apex predator, shone brightly in the darkness.

"Look at these eyes... I feel like he looks more like a third-generation animal."

Manstein said solemnly.

"No, no, Manstein, he is a human being."

Ange smiled and said, a silver folding knife fluttering like a butterfly in his hand.

"If he were human."

"Then the human you let in next time will be a dragon king?"

Manstein said solemnly.

"Calm down, my dear Professor Manstein."

"If it is really a dragon, I will slit his throat."

"But he is different. I can feel his heartfelt hatred for the dragon clan."

Angers stopped playing with the folding knife and his smile gradually disappeared:

"What we need now is not an army, but geniuses!"

"somebody."

"somebody?"

"the one!"

"A unique genius, a dragon slayer who makes the dragon kings and even the black emperor fear him!"

Angers whispered, "Even better than my friend Menike Cassel!"

Manstein remained silent and did not speak again.

He looked at the forum on his phone and pressed refresh.

The post that could easily cause evil was deleted and changed into a bright opening post.

Fingel relied on his status as an administrator to open many handicaps, including large, small, long, and short.

It can be as small as whether there will be extra meals in the cafeteria tonight, whether a certain professor will order grilled white sausage or sauced pork elbow, or as big as whether the number of A-level students in this year's 3E exam is an odd or an even number...

He always tries to make money by opening the market.

The current long-term handicap is "Will there be someone who can beat Caesar Gattuso?", and Fingel won't be able to win by 200.

And now, his handicap is:

"Can Lu Mingfei keep his S rank in the 3E exam?"

“YES” or “NO”

The amount of money invested in "NO" skyrocketed, and soon reached nearly 30,000 US dollars. The overwhelming advantage was that the "YES" bar was almost invisible.

That appalling file made the students and professors not believe that Lu Mingfei could retain the "S" rank.

Even if it is approved by the principal, it is useless. Only the 3E exam can decide everything.

Suddenly, the bar next to "YES" suddenly grew a lot.

"Gerd Rudolf Manstein (Professor) bets $2,000 YES."

"What the hell? The boss of the Discipline Committee didn't rectify the conduct but instead took the lead personally?"

Just when the students were shocked, the "NO" bar rose again, suppressing the "YES" that had just improved.

“Dick pushed to bet $10,000 more on NO.”

That Caesar Gattuso finally showed up in the uproar tonight, and he made a grand gesture as soon as he appeared.

The students who were still a little hesitant immediately followed the trend and bet "NO".

But then, the "YES" chart skyrocketed again!

"Murasame bets $30,000 YES."


Chapter completed!