Dragon Clan: I'm too lazy to talk to you, you're not worthy to listen!

Kassel College, male student dormitory.

Lu Mingfei irritably buried his head under the pillow, trying to block out the noisy sparrows outside the window.

The dripping sound of the air conditioner's outdoor unit leaking water, along with Finger's snoring, wove a hypnotic net in the humid air.

He turned over, and his tactics notes slipped off the edge of the bed, the graphite core fragments sandwiched between the pages fluttering away.

Ding! Ding!

The classic ringtone of the Nokia 3310 rang out.

Lu Mingfei sprang up from the bed like a stranded fish, and just as the back of his head hit the upper bunk, he saw Fingel covering his ears with a pillow, displaying his agile posture.

"I really don't understand, how can Senior Brother Fingel have such a muscular physique when he never exercises?"

Lu Mingfei brushed his messy bangs back from his head with his hand. "Senior brother, are you awake?"

&34; Still not awake... Uh, Professor Schneider's barrage of calls. &34;

Fingel's muffled voice, muffled by the pillow, sounded like a leaky accordion. "The thirteenth missed call; I bet he's borrowing a rocket launcher from the equipment department."

"Professor Schneider? Isn't he the head of the executive department... Oh well, senior, didn't you answer the phone?"

Lu Mingfei reached for his phone by groping along the edge of the bed, and the words "Chairman of the Disciplinary Committee" flashing on the screen instantly snapped him to his senses.

He recalled the pitying look Professor Manstein gave him during his Dragon Genetics class yesterday—a look that archaeologists usually gave when faced with bronze artifacts shattered into eight hundred pieces.

It's a feeling of regret for the destruction of something good.

&34;Does someone like me really deserve so much attention and such heavy expectations? &34;

Lu Mingfei muttered to himself as he kicked aside a chair piled high with instant noodle bowls. Half a can of moldy alchemical paint rolled out of his tactical backpack, along with a game controller. "Senior brother, where did my Cadillacs and Dinosaurs game disc go?"

Fingel suddenly sat up as if from the dead, a piece of dried, damp tissue stuck to his messy head:

&34; It's underneath the StarCraft Collector's Edition. But let me warn you, you're different from me; if the executives contact you, you'll still have to go. &34;

"Hmm...I know," Lu Mingfei remained silent for a long time, then covered his face in anguish, silently cursing in his heart:

&34; I kind of want to go home, no, that's not my home either...&34;

The sycamore leaves outside the window suddenly shook violently.

When Lu Mingfei opened the blinds, he bumped into Renata walking along the tree-lined path carrying textbooks.

The girl's white pleated skirt swept across the blue bricks, and the pearl hair clip in her hair shimmered in the morning light, like a jellyfish floating in the dark night.

"Alarm!" Fingel suddenly began to sing in a beautiful canto style, "Ten o'clock, high alert!"

Lu Mingfei hurriedly put on the T-shirt inside out, the washing label on the back of the neck fluttering like a white flag of surrender behind his neck.

He grabbed the tactics manual and rushed toward the door, but froze like a statue the moment the lock turned. Renata's fair fingernails, crystal clear, were shimmering through the crack in the door.

34; Lu Mingfei. 34; The girl's voice was wrapped in the sweet aroma of honey pancakes, yet contained the rugged, icy quality unique to the frozen land. 34; Professor Manstein asked me to deliver the make-up exam notice. 34;

Fingel suddenly burst into a tremendous cough, and the cover of the tactics manual, "The Periodic Table of Words," was flung onto the chandelier and swayed.

Lu Mingfei stared at the light blue envelope being handed in through the crack in the door, as if it were a time bomb.

"Just put it...just put it on the doorknob!" His voice trembled.

The professor said he needed to sign for it in person. The pearl hair clip dangled in the crack of the door. He also said he needed to check my homework report.

Lu Mingfei looked around the messy dormitory in despair; the induction cooker that Fingel had used to cook hot pot last night was still steaming.

The textbook "Dragon Genealogy" is currently soaking at the bottom of a hot pot of spicy soup.

He suddenly noticed the bed sheet hanging on the windowsill, and on a whim, he tore it off and draped it over himself.

"Actually, I'm studying Arabic culture." He opened the door a crack, wrapped in a sheet, and said, "Salam Ala'iqum!"

Renata's pen nib pierced the retake exam form: "Lu Mingfei, you still have last week's barbecue takeout order stuck to page three of your tactics manual."

"Haha..." Lu Mingfei chuckled awkwardly, "I know what I should do, no need to rush me."

“That would be the best.” Renata turned and left. This blonde, emotionless woman always had such a straight posture. In recent years, this kind of baby-faced, older loli has become quite popular.

Lu Mingfei changed into a light green Western-style school uniform and arrived at the Central Library's Ancient Book Restoration Room.

The air conditioner vents whirred, and Lu Mingfei squatted in front of the tattered Dead Sea Scrolls, dozing off.

The Hebrew text on the parchment seemed to dance the can-can right before my eyes, and the ultraviolet light on the restoration table cast his shadow between the bookshelves, like a salted fish being dried.

"Lu Mingfei, is this how you study?" Renata's voice suddenly came from above.

Lu Mingfei looked up and saw that Renata was looking down at him. "I'm sorry, I was working on ancient book restoration and fell asleep without realizing it."

“Oh, I see,” Renata glanced at the workbench. “The repair agent you used is a corrosive solvent that the Equipment Department has phased out.”

Lu Mingfei: "Huh? I don't know about that. I just grabbed it casually."

His hand trembled, and the liquid in the dropper smudged onto the papyrus from the third century BC, creating a smiley face pattern.

The girl's pearl hairpin brushed against his ear, and the scent of citrus perfume mixed with the musty smell of ancient books fermented into a dizzying aroma.

"We should use crocodile skin glue here." "I placed my cool fingers on the back of his hand, and gently dabbed and rubbed it like this."

Lu Mingfei recoiled as if electrocuted, the overturned bronze paperweight exploding with a thunderous roar in the silent reading room.

When the professor on duty peeked out from behind "The Fragments of the Ice Sea," he only saw fragments of parchment fluttering everywhere and a figure rushing towards the toilet.

Standing in front of the bathroom mirror, Lu Mingfei looked at his bloodshot eyes. "What's going on with Renata? Why is she everywhere?"

Lu Mingfei walked out of the restroom and did not return to the library, but went to the Midnight Diner Ramen window.

"A bowl of tonkotsu ramen, please!"

Lu Mingfei buried his face in the rising steam of the tonkotsu ramen, trying to evaporate the remaining crimson residue on the tips of his ears.

Fingel had somehow ended up sitting next to Lu Mingfei, using chopsticks to scoop the last piece of char siu from the soup bowl, his tactical belt dangling loosely on the back of the chair.

&34；第七次了被那黄发妞给逮到了。&34；芬格尔举起油乎乎的筷子当教鞭，&34；本周第七次&39；偶遇&39；，我怀疑她在你身上装了炼金定位器。&34；

The cafeteria lights suddenly flickered, and Renata sat down at the next table with a matcha mousse in her hand.

The girl's pearl hair clip shimmered with iridescent light in the warm glow, and the rhythm of the fork tapping lightly on the porcelain plate eerily synchronized with Lu Mingfei's heartbeat.

"This is terrible." Fingel mumbled, his mouth agape, "This is far more terrifying than the incantations of a half-breed."

Lu Mingfei's chopsticks tapped against the rim of the bowl, producing a trembling sound.

He suddenly remembered the brainwave jammer he had seen in the equipment department last week, and at that moment he desperately wished he was wearing that ridiculous helmet covered with electrodes.

Lu Mingfei dared not look directly into Renata's large blue eyes, and asked in a flustered and frightened manner:

"Is something wrong? You're making me very scared."

Renata looked at that familiar face and listened to those strikingly different words. She picked up her plate, silently left, and moved to another table.

Fingel leaned closer and covered his mouth, "S-rank, let's hide on the rooftop."

Lu Mingfei glanced at Renata's retreating figure, nodded, and said, "Okay, sure..."

Rooftop.

A meteor shower is streaking across the sky.

Lu Mingfei huddled in the shadow of the cooling tower playing PSP. The light from the game console screen illuminated his face, making him look like a ghostly blue figure.

Fingel was spying on the astronomy club's activities with binoculars. Seven empty beer cans lay scattered beside his tactical boots, and next to them, drunken female students slurred, "Hehe, black stockings, white stockings, gradient stockings..."

"Breaking news!" Eva's voice rang out from her phone in her pocket.

Fingel suddenly lowered his voice, put his index finger to his lips, and hissed to silence the noise.

Eva: Renata has broken through Chu Zihang's Kendo Club defenses and is moving towards the rooftop!

Upon hearing this, Lu Mingfei was so frightened that he accidentally threw the game console over the railing, sending it flying in a desperate arc through the night sky.

As he lunged toward the wall, preparing to escape, he saw the reflection of the pearl hairpin emerge from the stairwell.

Fingel: "Run! Why are you only halfway up the wall?"

Lu Mingfei didn't say anything, but gave a wink and waved his hand.

"She's outside?" Fingel's eyes darted around, and he roughly understood what Lu Mingfei meant. He handed Lu Mingfei a long robe.

The moment Lu Mingfei donned the black robe, the rooftop door creaked open.

Under the moonlight, only the floating PSP and beer cans remained. Renata picked up the game console that had rolled to her feet, and the Monster Hunter character on the paused screen was striking a comical surrender pose.

"Lu Mingfei." She chuckled softly at the wall, looking at the mediocre Lu Mingfei, "What are you doing?"

Lu Mingfei shuddered in fright!

A dull thud came from behind the cooling tower as something heavy fell to the ground; Lu Mingfei's attempt to climb over the wall had failed.

A meteor streaked across the dome of Kassel College, and the mournful cry of a certain S-class elite faded into the night wind...