Brass Dragon in the Dragon World

Chapter 137 Fingal

On a messy grassland, the students huddled together were awakened by the potion one by one. They supported each other, asked who won the victory, and finally turned their attention to the girl holding the gun.

"Shooting a black gun..."

"Still a bitch?"

Whispering surrounded Zero from all directions, but she looked as usual, unloaded the magazine, put the gun aside, picked up her luggage, and left slowly under the eyes of envy and hatred.

At this moment, she is like an arctic poppy blooming on an iceberg, independent of the world, regardless of the cold wind around her.

Neither Chu Zihang nor Kaiser stopped her. Someone from the student union went up to talk to her just now, but Ling just stared into his eyes, preventing him from opening his mouth.

"Everyone here, come and register your student number, and start voluntary labor tomorrow."

"You have ruined the principal's favorite lawn, come over to me starting tomorrow, and restore the lawn together."

A serious voice swept across, bringing everyone's chat to an abrupt end. The majestic student just now was like a cat that fell into the water, drooping his head, reluctantly walked in front of a bald man, and reported his class. No.

The few people surrounding Lu Mingfei dispersed one after another, queuing up to register their student numbers. It is useless to run away for this kind of thing. The school has long remembered that the so-called registration of student numbers is just a show, and more punishment will be given. That's all.

"Using alchemy bullets, destroying the lawn, intentionally hurting people..."

"How many times have I said that the alchemy weapons in the ice cellar are not allowed to be used in Liberty Day, not even Frigga bullets."

Caesar quietly moved a few steps towards the back, and chanted loudly:

"%*&*..."

"Caesar, what are you shouting?" The bald professor Manstein turned sideways and looked at Caesar who was behind.

"It's nothing."

Caesar had a hearty smile on his face. Unbeknownst to Manstein, a special energy had already acted on several of the most seriously injured students, causing the bruises on their faces to dissipate.

The mantra of group healing, the three-ring spell, can restore a certain amount of health to six creatures, and it is very useful for emergencies.

Caesar quietly reached out his hand among the students, and applied a healing technique to those members of the student union, allowing them to return to their previous state.

Manstein, who had registered in the front, was surprised to find that the Lionheart Society seemed to have more casualties than the Student Union, and felt sad for the decline of the Lionheart Society, an old society.

"President, who wins between you and Chu Zihang?"

An officer of the student union asked Caesar, Caesar was silent for a moment, and exchanged a glance with Chu Zihang.

"I……"

"It's a tie, we've all been hit by bullets."

Caesar was a little surprised, and suddenly heard Chu Zihang's voice in his ear.

"You need this more than I do."

Caesar seems to have conquered everyone in the student union by relying on the money offensive, but in fact his rule seems to be flourishing, but in fact it is burning with fire, and he is eager to prove himself in a battle.

And since the final winner of Freedom Day was neither the Student Council nor the Lionheart, a tie would be good for both parties.

It's embarrassing to be attacked by a first-year student, so it's best to find someone to share it with.

"thanks……"

Caesar nodded to Chu Zihang, came back to his senses, and said to the students in the surrounding student union:
"It's a draw."

Both parties were a little disappointed, but after thinking about it, if they could invite that freshman to join their side, wouldn't it be considered a victory for their side?

Thus, amidst the whispers among the students, another game called the Battle of People's Congress began.

And our Lu Mingfei was at the end of the line, a little at a loss. He wanted to leave directly like the girl named Ling, but he was afraid that he didn't have a student number registered, and he would be recorded by the teacher when he first entered school. Kicking is uneasy.

A red cloud floated across the green grass, and Lu Mingfei watched the red-haired girl sigh, straighten her hair and walk away.

Lu Mingfei looked at the three-cornered hat in his hand. The hat had already been wrinkled in his arms, but he was still upset, and ran towards the girl with the hat.

"Study... Senior sister."

Chen Motong turned around, and a dirty boy was holding a three-cornered hat in his hand, looking at her hesitantly, this look reminded her of the puppy abandoned in the rain that she saw before.

Chen Motong opened his mouth, revealing his neatly arranged teeth, took the three-cornered hat and pressed it on Lu Mingfei's head as before.

"My name is Chen Motong, just call me Nuonuo."

"This hat is given to you. As a gift in return, you can hang out with me in the future."

Lu Mingfei watched the four-leaf clover earrings flickering on her ears, hugged the tricorne hat on her head, and stammered:
"I...my name is Lu Mingfei, senior sister, you..."

"I belong to the student union, remember to join when the time comes."

Lu Mingfei nodded, the girl in front of her tilted her head and thought for a while, then said:

"Also, freshmen don't need to register their student numbers, they can just leave."

Lu Mingfei was a little surprised. The senior in front of her seemed to have the magic power to see through people's hearts, and she could see her concerns at a glance.

"What are you talking about?"

"Sissy, you just pulled my hair."

Su Qian came over, and Chen Motong hit her angrily. The two faced off just now, and it was obvious that Su Xi was the better.

"Mingfei is a default decision of our Lionheart Club, you are not allowed to steal it."

Su Qian put her arms around Chen Motong. Although the two belonged to both camps, they were actually good friends in the same dormitory and had a very close relationship.

"This kind of thing is up to him to decide."

Facing the invitation offensive from the two seniors, Lu Mingfei hurriedly pulled the box away from this place of right and wrong.

Lu Mingfei's dormitory is in 1, District 303. A few students whispered to each other, watching Lu Mingfei, who was covered in grass clippings and muddy water, walking into the dormitory building in District [-] carrying a box.

"That's the new S-Class?"

"Principal Lu Ande's junior..."

"Ordinary."

But Lu Mingfei doesn't care about this, he just wants to take a good bath, eat a full meal, and finally throw himself on the bed.

"It's here...fuck."

Opening the door of the dormitory, the furnishings in the room were a bit messy, but there was no peculiar smell. A man with hair like a chicken coop was sitting on the upper bunk bed, typing with his hands clattering on it.

"Welcome, brother, you are here."

The man raised his head, revealing a chiseled face, like a sculpture of a hero, combined with his somewhat decadent temperament, it looked a little weird.

"you know me?"

"Who doesn't know you, you are a new S-class, and all those Huaxia students want to break your legs."

"Let me introduce myself, I'm Fingel von Frings, an eighth grader."

(End of this chapter)