Lu Mingfei, who had read Dragon Clan before slaying the dragon

When passing Qilan, the boy stared at him with his big black and white eyes. Lu Mingfei's scalp was numb from being stared at, so he threw down his pencil and ran away.

The first thing everyone did when they got the A4 paper was to check if there was anything like the wordless heavenly book. Then they discovered in despair that it was just a few sheets of white paper that could not be more ordinary!

Someone raised their hand dully. Professor Manstein waved it off and said, "There's nothing wrong with the test. It doesn't matter if you draw or doodle on it. As long as you don't plagiarize other people's answers, you're allowed to scribble anything."

"Good luck to you all."

Professor Manstein led Lu Mingfei and Nuonuo out of the classroom, and the heavy door slammed shut.

The classroom turned into a secret room, and the students were like little white mice trapped in a secret room, looking around for fear that they were the only orphans left out of the situation.

Damn it! It's just a test, why is it being treated like a Kingsman audition? Are we supposed to find clues and escape the room, or are we supposed to make them kill each other until only one person is left, a corpse littering the ground before they'll open the door?

At this time, the broadcasting system actually started playing a rock song that everyone was familiar with.

"Dangerous" by Michael Jackson!

What's the purpose of this? Is the exam about listening? Is this music meant to soothe the nerves, calm the mind, and clear the mind of distracting thoughts before the listening test?

But how can rock music soothe your nerves?

"According to this development, the music will probably stop abruptly soon, and then a short conversation between a man and a woman will be heard, something like 'It's time for soundcheck'?"

"I know the answer to this question. The price of the shirt is nine pounds and fifteen pence, so you choose option C and fill it in on the answer sheet!"

Two students from China who had suffered greatly from the exam-oriented education system shouted like crazy.

But the music did not stop. The speakers at Kassel College were of high quality and the sound quality was quite good. Some students even felt like they were at a concert when they closed their eyes, and Elvis was standing on the dazzling stage in front of them, tapping his familiar moonwalk.

But some people started crying while listening to it. It was obviously a passionate and unrestrained rock song, but in their ears it seemed to become a tear-jerking lyric song. Every note struck heavily in the depths of their souls, making people sad.

A girl in the exam room frantically ripped her clothes, as if some terrifying demon within her was about to burst forth. Behind her, a male student, oblivious to the vibrant scene, knelt on the ground in agony, his hands trembling as he stretched them forward, as if a deceased relative stood in the void. A beautiful white female student scribbled near her eyes with a sharp pencil, a sick smile on her face.

……

"The quality of this class of students is quite satisfactory, but I don't seem to see any particularly outstanding ones." Professor Manstein said, standing outside the classroom with his hands behind his back.

"Look, isn't there one?" Nuonuo pointed to Zero in the corner.

In the chaotic examination room, only Lingduan was sitting upright, her back as straight as an iceberg rising into the sky. She was quietly scribbling something on a piece of white paper.

Lu Mingfei squinted his eyes and stared at Ling's back, as if he wanted to see through her petite body what she was drawing on the paper.

"That's her, the girl you were having a late-night tryst with." Nuonuo suddenly spoke up. "I've been observing you all the time. Whether it's the look you two gave each other or the extra words you said when you handed her the pencil, it all speaks volumes!"

"There's something wrong with you!" Nuonuo stared into Lu Mingfei's eyes and said with the certainty of a detective solving a case.

"It means you've been bored out of your mind!" Lu Mingfei didn't even look at Nuonuo. He turned his gaze to Qilan, "Your gossip heart is as good as Finger's. Instead of investigating me, you might as well watch "Detective Conan" or "Sherlock Holmes"!"

Qilan was pulling an unknown black classmate and crying bitterly about something, probably talking about his Indian father who was an alcoholic and abusive, and his poor grandmother who didn't live to see the pomegranate tree mature.

"I've seen it all. It's so boring. Every time the murderer appears, he's guessed right away." Nono shook her head, the silver four-leaf clover earrings on her ears jingling. "When I'm seeing, she's just like the girl you're dating, very quiet. My bloodline rating is 'A', and she can probably reach the 'A' level too."

"Very good." Lu Mingfei said.

"So I'm very curious, how did you, who was rated as 'S' grade, react when you had the clairvoyance?" There was a glint of curiosity in Nono's big eyes.

"Well...if quietness means higher bloodline, then I am indeed better than all of you." Lu Mingfei rolled his eyes, "I fell asleep."

These words made Nuonuo silent. She opened her mouth and finally uttered a few words.

"As expected of you."

……

Zero's pencil lightly scribbled a rather realistic drawing on the white paper.

The picture shows a snow-covered night harbor. Under the full moon, a huge black snake is coiled on the towering snow-capped mountains, blocking out the sky.

Atop the giant snake sat a boy in black and white prison uniform, with the number "Zero" written in red paint on the tattered corners. He was smiling lightly at Zero's perspective, his smile blooming and swaying like a poppy in the far north.

The boy had... a face exactly like Lu Mingfei's.

Chapter 87: Prophecy of Subverting the World

As the "3E" exam was drawing to a close, a strong sense of madness swept through the entire examination room.

As if the end of the world was approaching, students in the classroom gave free rein to their cowardice, cruelty and desires deep in their hearts that were usually unknown to others.

Some people sang and danced, some were hysterical.

Some people have such deep thoughts that they cannot even draw on a few sheets of white paper, and the whole table is filled with crazy and messy lines. Some people tear up the white paper at the beginning of the vision, scattering it like snowflakes, and then, like freehand painters, they paint the entire whiteboard on the podium with abstract lines.

Professor Manstein was so angry outside the classroom that his teeth were itching. If it weren't for the thick glass window between them, Lu Mingfei suspected that this greedy old man would have rushed in the next second to record the evidence of the students who destroyed public property one by one, and then demand compensation from them afterwards!

"The exam is almost over, it's our turn to enter." Nuonuo pointed to the quarter clock in the classroom and adjusted the badge that read "Assistant Invigilator".

"Our job is to collect the test papers and calm the students. We need to be mindful that some students have just emerged from their clairvoyance and may be emotionally unstable and prone to extreme behavior. Please be patient with us."

"Why should I worry about that?" Lu Mingfei asked doubtfully, "You mean, they might use me as a target for their anger and hurt me?"

"No, I'm worried that if they attack you, you'll overreact and end up hurting them." Nuonuo glared at Lu Mingfei unhappily. "After seeing your fights with Caesar and Chu Zihang, I know you're a violent person!"

"The shot you gave me here yesterday gave me nightmares all night long!"

Nuonuo rubbed her brows. A day ago, Lu Mingfei raised the Desert Eagle, pointed the black muzzle at her, and sprayed out ruthless Frigga bullets. Until now, whenever she saw Lu Mingfei, she would have the illusion that his forehead was covered by a shadow!

"That's because your mental state is too poor. Being shot by Frigga's bullet gave you nightmares all night. If you were put in the dragon-slaying battlefield I experienced last time, wouldn't you be scared to death by that dragon servant?"

Lu Mingfei didn't buy Nuo Nuo's tricks. While complaining, he stepped past Nuo Nuo, pushed open the heavy door of the classroom and stepped in.

"This guy!" Nuonuo glared at Lu Mingfei's back fiercely.

"The '3E' exam is now over. Candidates, please put down your pencils, organize your test papers... and whiteboards, and wait in your seats. The two invigilators will collect the test papers one by one." Lu Mingfei spoke in a Chinese invigilation accent.

As the broadcast ended, the classroom, which was half filled with singing and dancing and half with the howling of ghosts, gradually quieted down.

The girl who had been showing off her ballet moves on the podium before now shyly covered the hem of her school skirt and returned to her seat dejectedly; the African boy, whose parents had died, stared at Lu Mingfei blankly with tears in his eyes, as if he had not yet recovered from his shock, wondering how his dead black father had turned into a yellow-skinned Chinese boy in the blink of an eye.

Ling looked at Lu Mingfei, and Qilan also looked at Lu Mingfei, but the former's face was as expressionless as ever, while the latter's eyes looked at Lu Mingfei even more passionately... as if she was looking at a stunning lover with cherishment.

Ling watched Lu Mingfei collecting the papers along the rows of seats. When he approached her, she deliberately stuffed the original drawing of the black dragon and the boy into the middle of the stack of papers where it would be least noticeable.

"Let me count." Lu Mingfei walked to Ling's side, and was about to secretly see what she saw in her spiritual vision under the pretext of counting the test papers, but was stopped by Ling.

"No need to count, there are nine in total." Ling said a few more words than usual, "Just put them in this order..."

"No peeking."

"Okay, okay, I won't peek." Lu Mingfei shook his head helplessly and stapled the nine pieces of paper covered with scribbles together with a stapler.

When Lu Mingfei closed the book and came to Qilan's side, the Indian boy still had a dazed look in his eyes, with two tear marks running down his cheeks from his eye sockets, as if he had not yet escaped from the scene he saw in his spiritual vision.

"Don't be too sad. Even if you have a miserable fate, it has become a thing of the past. We should still look forward in life." Lu Mingfei looked at Qilan's distraught look and counted the eight test papers on his desk. He couldn't help but comfort her softly.

"I saw it..." Qi Lan's eyes seemed to gradually find their focus, and the focus was on Lu Mingfei in front of him.

"I know that in your clairvoyance you always see the images that matter most to you. The things that matter most to a person are often the things that cause him or her unforgettable sorrow..."

Having said this, Lu Mingfei's voice seemed to be strangled in his throat and stopped abruptly.

Qilan's first seven test papers were all filled with drawings, including extremely messy lines, like children's sketches, and crooked symbols. These were all dragon characters with relatively high purity.

And his eighth test paper was a blank.

What made Lu Mingfei suddenly silent was that Qilan actually answered eight questions. When he turned over the last piece of white paper on Qilan's desk, the last answer drawn on the desk came into his sight.

Although the picture was very abstract and the painting was a bit rough, Lu Mingfei seemed to have a sudden inspiration and he understood the painting in an instant.

In the picture, there is a tall and majestic figure standing on top of everyone's heads. He holds his head high, as if he is brandishing a sword at the god in the sky hanging high above their heads.

"I saw it..." Qi Lan kept repeating this sentence, and his tone was like that of an old Indian charlatan, but unlike his previous depressed and listless state, he stared at Lu Mingfei with a sharp gaze.

"You're not going to say that the person you saw in your vision was me, are you?" Lu Mingfei looked at the young Indian charlatan suspiciously.

"Please, big brother, even if you say that, I have no intention of joining the freshman fraternity. Believe in yourself, the position of president belongs to you. The freshman fraternity will definitely prosper under your leadership!"

Lu Mingfei stapled the seven test papers and a piece of white paper together, then made a mark on the corner of Qilan's desk so that Professor Manstein could send people from the school's work department to take them away later.

Lu Mingfei prepared to leave.

"It was indeed you that I saw in my vision."

Qilan's words made Lu Mingfei stop and he turned to look at the Indian boy.

The boy's expression was as solemn as a Vatican religious missionary, as if a divine oracle had descended upon him, sweeping away the cowardly soul that had just been crying from this body.

He used the calmest tone as if he was reading some kind of scripture.

"The word spirit I awakened is 'Prophet'. In my spiritual vision, I miraculously saw a corner of the future."

"You're not subverting Kassel Academy."

"It's the whole world."

Chapter 88 Old Tang

After a noise loud enough to make one's ears ring, the huge white plane landed at John F. Kennedy International Airport in Queens, New York, the largest airport in New York, about 15 miles from downtown Manhattan.

The aircraft's undercarriage lowered its rollers, and after rolling over the long straight runway, the fuselage gradually stabilized.

Following the professional and pleasant voice prompts from the flight attendant, Lu Mingfei squeezed out of the corridor along with the tumbling crowd. He looked at the huge electronic screen in the airport lobby. The time was 2:31 PM. The plane was slightly more than half an hour later than the scheduled time.

Fortunately, more than half an hour was still within Lu Mingfei's acceptable range. After all, overbooking of air tickets was legal in the United States, and flight delays were commonplace.

Although airport manuals generally state that delays will only be due to "force majeure", in the minds of airport managers, even something like the luncheon meat being cut too thick, which caused a big argument between him and the catering department, can be considered force majeure.

I was more than half an hour late, so that guy should have arrived a long time ago.

Lu Mingfei stretched his neck to look for the people in the surging crowd. There were various English names written on the tall rows of standees. The faces of the people who came to greet him were full of excitement. They would meet or reunite with the people they had been thinking about day and night for the first time here.

But after looking around, Lu Mingfei didn't see any sign with his name on it. He did see a sign with "Mingming" written on it and a small pink heart, but the person holding the sign was a middle-aged Chinese woman. Not long after, Lu Mingfei saw a mixed-race little girl running towards her, holding her white father's hand.

The largest number of people were holding signs with the name "Cherry", no less than a hundred of them, with glowing strips attached to the edges of the signs. Most of the people holding the signs were young people, their faces filled with excitement that could not be expressed in words.

It was probably a celebrity, but Lu Mingfei didn’t pay much attention to it since he didn’t know him anyway.

"This guy, he won't fool me, will he?" Lu Mingfei opened the QQ list on his phone.

The signal at the airport was very poor. After the network delay circle rotated more than ten times, the familiar naughty panda head was still gray.

"QQ is offline? Did this guy disappear?"

Lu Mingfei knew that guy very well. Even if he was playing games or sleeping in, his QQ would always be online. At most, he would set it to "Do Not Disturb" or "I'm Busy". Therefore, the guy's QQ level was the highest in Lu Mingfei's list, with two suns.

A loud commotion suddenly arose around him. A dozen people in security uniforms formed a circle and passed by Lu Mingfei. People holding "Cherry" light signs rushed up like a flood.

The screams of fans and the scolding of security guards were overwhelming, making Lu Mingfei's head hurt. People were pushing and shoving around him, and he didn't even know who "Cherrr" was when he was caught up in this unexpected disaster. Lu Mingfei was innocent.

Suddenly, a hand stretched out from the crowd and grabbed his collar. Lu Mingfei was alerted and grabbed the man's hand tightly with his backhand.

"Ouch, it hurts, it hurts, my arm is going to break!"

A familiar voice begging for mercy was heard, and Lu Mingfei followed the arm and pulled the man out from the flood-like crowd.

The man was wearing a dark blue security uniform, with messy hair stuffed under his hat. He was wearing a mask on his face, his eyebrows drooped, and his eyebrows remained motionless while his eyes moved, giving him a somewhat happy look.

"Old Tang?" Lu Mingfei called out tentatively.

"Mingming, did you study free fighting in college? How come you are so strong? You almost broke my hand!" The happy-looking man in security uniform muttered while rubbing his elbow.

"Sorry, our school is pretty chaotic, so I secretly learned some anti-joint techniques."

Lu Mingfei looked at Old Tang, whom he had only seen in videos and photos. He leaned over and pinched his happy face through his mask, then patted his shoulder heavily.

"Hey, bro, I know you can't hide your excitement when you see me..." Old Tang glanced at the many passersby. As they passed by, the expression "Those two guys are so weird" was obvious in their eyes. Old Tang couldn't help but shudder. "Brother, you don't like boys, do you?"

Lu Mingfei was stunned, and realized that his behavior was inappropriate. He quickly waved his hands and said, "Don't worry, I'm a completely straight man, straighter than steel. I have a girl I like."

"But Old Tang, why did you come out from beside that celebrity called Carrie wearing a security uniform?" Lu Mingfei looked at the security uniform that perfectly suited Old Tang's temperament.

"Her name is Ken Paisa, a popular Thai actress. Cherry is the prefix of her English name, which is not usually called that in Chinese." Old Tang straightened the wrinkles on his security uniform and rolled his eyes at Lu Mingfei, looking at him as a bumpkin.

"As for the security guard, I saw a post online about a part-time job. It just so happened that we were supposed to meet at this airport, so I took it. As you know, I'm a bounty hunter. We're not the type to start a business easily, but we make a living within three years."

"It's said to last three years, but in this materialistic age, that little money is gone in less than three months!"

"I haven't had a job in a long time. If I don't find a part-time job, I'll just have to starve to death..."

Old Tang is also a chatterbox. He seems unable to hide his sadness. Even heavy topics like complaining about the difficulties of life can be chattered about in a light-hearted tone.

"Okay, okay, Old Tang, I swear I'm very interested in what you're talking about, but let's not stand inside the airport and chat." Lu Mingfei waved his hand to stop Old Tang from talking. If he didn't stop him, this guy might keep nagging until the end of the world.

The two walked side by side out of the airport.