Chapter 85 3E Exam Late at night, in the lobby of Norton Hall The hall of Norton Hall was dimly lit with only a few wall lamps barely illuminating the surroundings. A heavy atmosphere reverberated in the hall and the air was filled with an indescribable sense of oppression. All members of the Student Union had pale faces and dull eyes, as if their parents had died, as they stared at the post projected on the wall. The post was marked with a striking red and bold title: "Shock! Cassell College was massacred! Is this a distortion of human nature or a moral decline! Or is it an invasion of dragons!" The title carried a glaring irony, and the content was even more unbearable to read. The post was accompanied by a large number of photos, each of which was full of visual impact. Hundreds of students wearing black or red combat uniforms were lying like rag dolls in a messy open space. The scene looked like hell on earth, and fresh blood was flowing on everyone's body. If most of the students in the photos were not standing in the hall, anyone looking at the photos would have thought that this was a real bloody massacre scene. Caesar stood at the front of the hall, his hands clenched into fists, veins exposed, his face solemn and his eyes flashing with anger that was difficult to conceal. He took a deep breath and said in a deep voice: "Today is the greatest humiliation the Student Union has suffered since its establishment." There was a cold anger in his words, as if it could pierce everyone's eardrums. "All the student union members fought head-on, but were killed by one man!" Caesar's tone was filled with suppressed anger and endless shame, and this sentence made the atmosphere in the conference hall even heavier. Someone in the audience raised his hand weakly and said in a trembling voice: "Not only us, but also the people of the Lionheart Society... and the school work department... even Professor Manstein..." His words gradually became weaker and weaker, and under Caesar's sharp gaze, they were almost inaudible in the end, and his hand dropped involuntarily. Caesar could no longer suppress his inner anger, and his voice suddenly rose: "What! Is it an honorable thing for hundreds of people to be killed by the same person?" His roar echoed in the hall like thunder, and the entire hall fell into dead silence in an instant. Even a pin drop could be heard clearly.
He glanced at everyone coldly, then pulled the post on the wall down until it stopped at another post that was also marked in red and bold. "S-class reappears in Kassel! The legendary S-class is actually such a person! The process of awakening the S-class bloodline is so bumpy!" The content of the post unfolded in silence. All the student union members held their breath, staring at the screen. At first, the content of the post seemed unremarkable, recording the growth experience of an ordinary teenager, from junior high school to high school. It was nothing more than some ordinary things that could not be more ordinary. Such experiences would not attract their attention at all under normal circumstances. But when they continued to read the part about bloodline awakening, everyone turned their eyes to the red-haired woman standing next to Caesar. Nuo Nuo crossed her arms with an unhappy look on her face, glaring at everyone. "What are you looking at? I didn't mean to hit him with my car!" She glared back with a hint of impatience, as if to repel all those probing looks. After being glared at by Nuo Nuo, everyone immediately withdrew their gazes. No one dared to look at her again. They couldn't afford to mess with the boss's woman. "He was shooting from behind! If he fights the boss and Chu Zihang head-on, he won't be able to win!" A student union cadre stood up and shouted excitedly. Caesar looked gloomy and glanced at him coldly without responding. He continued to scroll down the post until he stopped at the last bold red title: "The Strongest Dragon Slayer is getting old! He was defeated by the S-level freshman!" This post had a video attached. The moment the video was played, the atmosphere in the hall became more solemn. In the video, Caesar and Chu Zihang were unconscious side by side, leaning against a corner of the parking lot, while Lu Mingfei and Angers were slashing at each other with their knives. Until the end of the video, Angers' Murasame was knocked away. The atmosphere of the whole video was extremely depressing, as if an invisible pressure was condensed in the air. The hall fell into silence again, and no one dared to speak. This time, the silence lasted longer than before, until Caesar finally broke it again. He raised his head, his eyes calm and firm: "I will personally invite him to join our student union and give him the position of student union president." This sentence was like a bomb exploding in the hall. Everyone widened their eyes, unable to believe what they heard. "Boss!" The cadres around exclaimed, their eyes filled with astonishment. Caesar waved his hand, signaling everyone to be quiet. He said in a tone that left no room for doubt: "Okay, no need to say anything more. Since I am not strong enough to lead the student union, let someone stronger lead it. If Chu Zihang is the first to invite him to join the Lionheart Club, then our student union will never be able to make a name for itself." As soon as he finished speaking, a figure rushed in and reported in a panic, "Boss! Latest news! That S-rank has no way of resonating with the Word Spirit Emperor!" This sentence seemed to be another bomb, instantly detonating the atmosphere in the hall. The originally tense atmosphere in Norton Hall became even more unpredictable. Everyone fell into deep thought, especially Caesar, whose originally resolute steps also stopped. ………… Late at night, in the meeting room of the Lionheart Club A heavy atmosphere also permeated the Lionheart Club's meeting hall late at night. The wall clock made a slight ticking sound, reminding everyone of the passage of time. Different from the fierce reaction from the student union, the atmosphere here, although depressing, seemed calmer, and silence seemed to be an unspoken consensus. The core members of the Lionheart Club gathered in the conference hall. They sat around a long wooden conference table. Everyone's expression was very serious. Chu Zihang stood at the front of the table, his posture upright. His golden pupils flashed calmly under the dim light. His expression was as calm as ever, not affected by any outside influence.
"I believe everyone knows what happened. I will personally invite Lu Mingfei to join our Lionheart Club and let him serve as the president of the Lionheart Club." Chu Zihang's voice was as calm as the night, but his tone revealed an unquestionable determination. Lancelot, the vice president of the Lionheart Society, frowned slightly, a hint of hesitation flashed across his face, and he opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something, but ultimately chose to remain silent. He exchanged glances with several other cadres. Everyone had complicated expressions. They were obviously hesitant about this decision, but facing Chu Zihang's firm attitude, they did not dare to raise any objections. At this moment, the door of the conference room was gently pushed open, and a slender black-haired girl walked in. Her face was a little pale, but her eyes were unusually clear and sharp. "Wait a minute? I heard that the S-rank can't resonate with the Word Spirit Emperor, and it is very likely that he will not be able to pass the 3E exam." There was a hint of calm analysis in her voice, as if she was trying to convince Chu Zihang. Chu Zihang glanced at her, then slowly shook his head. "No, I believe he can pass the 3E exam, and I will give him the spoils." He said, casting his eyes on the long box beside him, with a hint of reluctance in his eyes. He gently stroked the surface of the box, as if he was making an important decision, then he picked up the box without hesitation and walked out the door. His back looked particularly lonely and determined in the dim light, as if he had made up his mind and would not look back. ………… The lights in the dormitory were dim. The dim yellow light bulbs enveloped the entire room in a hazy light and shadow. The air was filled with the smell of tobacco. Lu Mingfei leaned against the head of the bed with an indifferent expression, a cigar between his fingers, and smoke swirled around him. At this moment, his eyes were as calm as a pool of stagnant water, as if the previous battle was just an insignificant game. "How could this be? Why is there no response?" Guderian grabbed his hair, looking anxious, with a hint of incomprehensible confusion in his eyes. He paced back and forth, his heels tapping anxiously on the floor, "Ming Fei, I'll go look up some information first and give you the answer tomorrow." After saying that, Guderian anxiously opened the door and hurriedly left the dormitory. Finger stood aside, looking at the calm Lu Mingfei, and felt an inexplicable tension in his heart. "Hey, boss, aren't you worried?" Finger scratched his head, his tone full of anxiety. Lu Mingfei exhaled a puff of smoke, his eyes thoughtful. "What are you worried about? Come on, give me another cigarette." He said calmly, and then reached out to Finger for a cigarette. After the battle with Ange, Guderian and Finkel also rushed over, and then brought Lu Mingfei to the dormitory for the final student tutoring. Since Lu Mingfei and Finkel were both Guderian's students, they were assigned to the same dormitory. At first, when Lu Mingfei saw the messy appearance of the dormitory, he kicked Finkel and asked him to clean it up. Although the environment in the trenches and tunnels he had been in before was far worse than Finkel's doghouse, why should he torture himself like this now that he didn't have to fight. It took Finkel several hours of cleaning to turn the kennel into a normal room. "I'm worried about tomorrow's 3E exam. If I fail the 3E exam, I will be demoted. If I can't pass it, I may be brainwashed and expelled from school." Finkel happily took out a cigar that looked very good from the drawer. Finkel lit the cigar and handed it to Lu Mingfei, smiling flatteringly, "Boss, these are top-quality Cuban cigars, made from the thighs of Cuban girls. These are the only ones here, and I've never been willing to smoke them." Lu Mingfei took the cigar, lit it and took a deep breath. He felt that the taste was a little light, not as stimulating as what he had smoked on the battlefield before. But this light smoke was just right for him to calm down at the moment. After each battle, he needed a lot of nicotine to numb his brain which was still on high alert. "What's there to worry about? The worst that can happen is that I'll be expelled from school. If you want to brainwash me, I'll kill you one by one. If you come in pairs, I'll kill you two." Lu Mingfei's voice was low, as if he was talking about something very ordinary, and his eyes revealed a cold determination. Finkel smiled awkwardly, but he knew in his heart that Lu Mingfei was definitely not joking. After experiencing today's free day, he had a deeper understanding of the powerful strength of this freshman, and he also knew that Lu Mingfei was definitely not the kind of person who would easily compromise. "Boss, here's your express delivery." Finkel suddenly remembered something, dragged out a nearly two-meter-long box from under the bed, and handed it to Lu Mingfei. Lu Mingfei took the box, with a hint of surprise in his eyes. He didn't know who would send him something, but when he saw the mailing address, he immediately understood that the mailing address was from Munich, and that person might be the only one in the world who would send him something. At this time, there was a gentle knock on the door. Finkel answered and went to open the door, "Who is it? I'm here! I'm here!" As the door was opened, Finkel saw the person outside and was stunned for a moment, then said in surprise: "You are... Chu Zihang, the president of the Lionheart Club." Chu Zihang stood at the door, holding a long box in his hands, his expression as calm as ever, his tone flat and direct: "Is Lu Mingfei here?" "Yes, but what are you planning to do?" Finkel stepped aside and looked at Chu Zihang in confusion.
"I'm here to invite Lu Mingfei to join our Lionheart Club, and by the way, to give you the bet for a day of freedom." Chu Zihang gently raised the box in his hand, his tone still calm, but his eyes revealed a hint of reluctance. "Bet? I remember the bet you made on your free day was on your Murasame." Finkel asked puzzledly. "Yeah." Chu Zihang nodded, but his hand holding the box tightened involuntarily, obviously he had a very deep affection for this knife. "No, I have no interest in joining a student club. You can take the knife back, I'm not used to it. Also, don't bet with things you don't want to part with next time. Not everyone is as kind as me." Lu Mingfei heard the conversation at the door and turned to look at the door. Although Chu Zihang had no expression on his face, he still caught the reluctance, as if a child's favorite toy was being taken away. At this time, Lu Mingfei had already opened the box. Inside the box was a huge German sword, the same one he had used on the Mountain of the Dead. There were several medals nearby, including the one that Lu Mingfei wanted to touch in the museum. At that time, he was so excited to see Klopp that he forgot about it. Unexpectedly, Klopp actually sent these things to him. "Consider it my debt to you, Knife. I'll be here whenever you need me." Chu Zihang pursed his lips. Although there was still not much expression on his face, his heart was surging. He really couldn't bear to part with the knife, because it was the only thing his father left him. In the end, reluctance prevailed. Lu Mingfei smiled and said nothing more. He just took out the heavy German sword from the box. The blade of the sword flashed coldly under the dim light. Lu Mingfei skillfully waved it a few times. The feel was still familiar, as if he was back in the smoke-filled battlefield. "If you join our Lionheart Club, I will give you the position of president." Chu Zihang did not forget his other purpose for coming here. Although Lu Mingfei had said that he did not want to join the Lionheart Club, he still wanted to fight for it. "Fingal, show the guest out." Lu Mingfei did not respond, but said to Fengal indifferently. When Finger heard Lu Mingfei's words, he immediately acted like a sycophant and said to Chu Zihang, "President Chu, my boss has spoken." Chu Zihang looked at Lu Mingfei helplessly, and finally turned and left. After Finkel sent him to the door, he returned to the dormitory and saw Lu Mingfei playing with the giant sword in his hand seriously. "Boss, this giant sword looks like it has a very impressive origin." Finkel came forward and saw several medals in the box, one of which was particularly eye-catching. "Medal of Merit!" Finkel held the medal carefully in his hand, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes. He carefully looked at this medal that once symbolized supreme glory, as if he was holding a precious work of art. "Oh, you know." Lu Mingfei was a little surprised to hear Finkel call out the name of the medal. "This is the Prussian Medal of Merit! It was one of the highest levels of honor in Prussia. One of my relatives also has such a medal, and he has always kept it as a family heirloom. But I heard that he got that medal from the Prussian hero William Hans at that time." Finkel said excitedly. Lu Mingfei's expression changed slightly when he heard this, then he smiled and said lightly: "Von Brandeis?" When Finger heard the name, he was stunned, with a hint of surprise in his eyes. "Boss, how do you know this name?" "Nothing, I just happened to have heard of him." Lu Mingfei responded lightly, with a barely perceptible smile on his face. His mind couldn't help but emerge with von Brandeis, whom he had met once. This made Lu Mingfei feel deeply moved. The gears of fate are always so magical, closely linking together seemingly unrelated people and things. "Fingal, go buy me some food." Lu Mingfei put the sword and medal back into the box and said. He had experienced a tough battle today and was extremely exhausted. He needed a good meal to restore his strength. "Um... Boss, money..." Finkel rubbed his hands, with a flattering look, and looked at Lu Mingfei cautiously. "Here." Lu Mingfei threw the bank card Klopp gave him to Finkel. He was now considered a local tycoon, so naturally he didn't care about the cost of a meal. Finger was overjoyed. After taking the bank card, he quickly turned around and walked out the door, as if he was afraid that Lu Mingfei would regret it. His steps were brisk and hurried, and he ran out quickly. Lu Mingfei watched Finkel leave, but his mind was filled with a lot of thoughts. ………… At the same time, in a dark basement forty meters underground in the library of Kassel College, the air was filled with a mysterious and cold atmosphere. There was no natural light here, only a few weak cold lights that illuminated the surroundings, emitting a strange blue light.
An unclear man gently pushed open the heavy iron door and walked into what looked like a machine room. It was surrounded by countless complex mechanical equipment. Cold metal and flashing red warning lights were intertwined, as if one was inside a huge machine. "During the period when the security system is in sleep mode, the cameras will not work and there will be no record of your entry. When you leave later, I will put the security system into sleep mode again. What's the matter with you here?" A female voice with a mechanical feel sounded in the silent room. Then, a soft beam of light gathered on the ground in the center of the room, and a transparent shadow of a girl gradually emerged in the beam of light. She had a pretty face and her eyes were empty and cold. The man stood in front of the beam of light, staring at the illusory girl, a faint smile on his face. "I just came to see an old friend, and by the way, I asked you to help me with something, to enter the EVA personality activation program." said the man. The girl did not respond, but just looked at him quietly. Then, a change flashed in her eyes. The cold light disappeared, replaced by a touch of softness and sadness. "What's the matter with you coming here today?" Her voice became soft, like a real human being. The man took a step forward and tried to reach out to touch the girl's face, but his fingers passed through her shadow and only grasped the empty air. His expression revealed a hint of helplessness and sadness, and a deep nostalgia flashed in his eyes. "I'd like to ask you to do me a favor. No matter what Lu Mingfei's score is in the 3E exam tomorrow, make sure he passes it." The man's voice was low, with a hint of request. "Help him pass the 3E exam?" The girl was slightly stunned, and then a complex emotion flashed in her eyes. "Why do you care so much about a freshman?" "Someone from above has ordered that we help this freshman named Lu Mingfei at all costs." The man was silent for a moment, with a hint of helplessness in his voice. The girl's eyes became softer, as if she was trying to understand the man's inner conflict and struggle, "I understand, I will revise his grades and keep his S-level evaluation." There was a hint of pampering and compromise in her voice, as if she couldn't refuse the man in front of her. "Thank you, EVA." The man nodded slightly, with a hint of tenderness in his tone. His hand tried to touch the girl's face again, but failed again. The feeling of emptiness made his heart sink. "I should go now," he said, turning and walking towards the door, his steps heavy and slow. "Is it so fast today?" EVA asked doubtfully, with a hint of reluctance in her voice. "I still have to buy that guy some midnight snack." The man's voice gradually disappeared into the darkness, leaving only a faint figure, disappearing into the shadow behind the door. Silence returned to the basement again, and EVA's figure gradually faded away as the light beam dissipated, leaving only the cold mechanical equipment still running silently, as if all this had never happened. ………… The next day, Lu Mingfei came to the second floor of the college library, which was the place for the 3E exam. On his way there, many people looked at him with very strange eyes. Among these people were teachers and students. Lu Mingfei recognized them, they were all the people he had defeated yesterday. As he entered the classroom, the originally noisy classroom suddenly became quiet. Lu Mingfei had never seen most of the people here before. They were all freshmen who did not participate in yesterday's free day. Although Lu Mingfei didn't know them, they knew Lu Mingfei. Lu Mingfei was the most famous person in the school now. Lu Mingfei not only blew up most of the students yesterday, but also many teachers, such as the bald man standing on the podium. Manstein suppressed his anger and looked at Lu Mingfei who had found a seat. He was still brooding over the fact that Lu Mingfei had shot him in the head yesterday. If it weren't for his good friend Guderian's intercession and the principal's greeting, he would have definitely taught that kid a lesson. (End of this chapter)