Chapter 167 3E Exam

"Chief, we have the latest news about S-class."

"Oh, at this point, the 3E exam hasn't started yet, right?"

"It's the Night Watch forum. Someone has opened a bet related to S-class. One is to bet on whether he can pass the 3E exam. Currently..."

"Next."

"There's no need to understand this boring gambling game, it's a waste of time."

"clear."

"There is another bet, which is to bet on the serial number of the S-class awakened spirit."

"interesting."

"let me see."

Caesar held the notebook and clicked on the post.

Quickly browse the five options offered by the bookmaker.

The eyes especially linger on the last two.

Are there spoken spirits outside the periodic table, or wordless spirits?

I glanced at the deadline and saw that there were still ten minutes left before the final decision was made.

The 3E exam just started at that time.

Just play a couple of them.

Caesar thought so.

After all, it’s something related to S-class.

He hesitated to speak, and finally shook his head and chuckled.

Originally, Caesar wanted to ask Chu Zihang about his choice out of habit.

As old enemies, it has almost become instinctive for the two to oppose each other.

But before he spoke again, Caesar suddenly thought that the S-class named Lu Mingfei might be more interesting than Chu Zihang.

After one day of freedom, who still cares about Chu Zihang.

Lu Mingfei, S-class, words like this completely occupied the Night Watch Forum and the vision of every teacher and student in Kassel.

It doesn't matter which one Chu Zihang chooses now.

What matters is what the S-class awakened spirit is.

Caesar's eyes stayed on the fourth option, the mysterious spirit outside the periodic table, and he pondered for a moment.

He placed his bet.

…………

"Minister, there is a big fish!"

"Ten thousand US dollars, ID is Diklado!"

The bustling news department suddenly fell silent.

They are all trying to digest the meaning of these four words.

Everyone knows that the two most famous people among contemporary students like to use their respective weapons as code names.

Maybe this is the old enemy.

There is competition everywhere, and there is always a desire to decide the winner.

In some places, there is an amazing tacit understanding, a rapport, or a sympathy for each other.

Caesar and Chu Zihang.

Dictado and Murasame.

Speaking of which, there are indeed some special literary and artistic works circulated among certain girl groups in Kassel, including comics and novels. The protagonists are Chu Zihang and Caesar. They are very popular and receive rave reviews, but curious girls I have tried several times to find the author's identity information, but to no avail. I only know that each booklet, priced at ten dollars, is always taken away at a fixed time, rain or shine.

The paparazzi of the News Department did not expect that just a small bet would lead to Caesar's fate.

But after thinking about it, they suddenly realized. This is no wonder. After all, it is S-level. Things related to S-level, even if he only ate five elbows for breakfast, he is worthy of being ranked in the top ten of the Night Watch, let alone Bet on something as important as his words and spirit.

It can be said that everything related to S-class is not a trivial matter.

"What bet did our distinguished First Gentleman place?"

"E."

"Caesar thinks that S-class can't awaken the spirit of speech!"

There was a commotion in the press department.

"How can it be!"

"Caesar, do you have any special news?"

"Maybe he was just joking. After all, I just suffered a loss at the hands of S-class yesterday."

"Come on, the president of the student union is not such a small-minded guy."

"Wait, maybe I know what he is thinking!"

"Don't forget, Caesar's girlfriend, the red-haired Nono, is rumored to be a Grade A silent soul."

"So, it's not impossible for S-class to have no word spirit."

Victor asked Fingel.

"Minister, what do you mean?"

Fingel was trying hard to pour the last bit of Coke in the cup into his mouth. He stretched out his tongue with a ferocious expression, which was extremely funny.

Victor kept a serious face, waiting for their minister to lick the drop of coke.

Fingel let out a contented sigh.

"Oh, you ask me?"

He threw away the Coke cup and let out a loud burp.

"What can I mean?"

"It's an honor for me that I can have the same views as the great Mr. Chief. Do you understand, Victor?"

"But the bet."

"It doesn't matter. There are enough people who choose B and C. Some will make money. Trust me, some will definitely make money."

Suddenly someone exclaimed again.

"Murasame!"

"It's Chu Zihang, he also placed a bet!"

"The president of the Lion Heart Society chose...C, a high-ranking word spirit with a serial number of over 100!"

"very good!"

Fingel's two strong thighs kicked off the edge of the table, and the computer chair slid out with a rumble and stopped in the middle of the room.

"There are still five minutes until lockout!"

"The last five minutes!"

"Everyone, cheer up!"

Perhaps because of the appearance of the IDs of Chu Zihang and Caesar, coupled with the popularity of the S-class, their post quickly rose and quickly occupied the front page of the Night Watch forum.

"Equipment Department! The Equipment Department has entered the scene!"

"They invested five hundred dollars on option A!"

"Damn it, option A!"

"Are these guys crazy? Compared to the wordless spirit, the possibility of S-class awakening a low-level word spirit is lower!"

"Looks like they're betting a week's worth of burgers!"

"The minister made another bet, E, Wu Yanling."

"The night watchman is the vice principal!"

"Even professors have a childlike innocence!"

"Shadows of Greenland, bet C."

Everyone looked at each other.

Everyone knows whose ID this is.

The head of the execution department and the head of the embryo killers.

That lunatic whose mind is filled with dragon slaying.

He even went to the gambling table to play a few games.

Imagine the professor dragging the oxygen trolley, pushing out a mountain of chips with murderous intent, and saying "stud" in a hoarse voice.

It’s so subversive!

Unless Snyder is playing a death game where whoever loses jumps into the sea and feeds the sharks.

Otherwise, to put it bluntly, it’s just money. Would that guy really care?

"Not money!"

Fingal said.

"It's S-class."

Everyone came to their senses.

Yes, it's S-class.

It wasn't the money or the gambling that caught Schneider's attention.

Just because the object they bet on is S-class.

"It seems that our embryo-killing leader is really interested in S-class".

Fingel touched the green stubble on his chin and said with a smile.

"C, a high-ranking word spirit with a serial number of more than 100 is also a high-risk word spirit. He is worthy of being a master and disciple. He made exactly the same choice as Chu Zihang."

"Big order! Big order!"

Someone shouted repeatedly.

"Five thousand dollars, E, Silent Spirit!"

"The ID is..."

The man paused.

He blinked in disbelief.

Even when he saw Caesar Chu Zihang or even Schneider's account before, he had never been so surprised.

"who is it!"

Someone came over impatiently, but when he saw the background information clearly on the display screen, he was stunned.

More people became curious.

More people fell silent.

Until the silent people surrounded the computer.

Fingel glanced in that direction.

"Use my authority."

""receive.

Victor opens the backstage.

The next second they also opened their eyes wide at the same time.

That ID is.

"Cambridge Folding Knife"

The previous statement was not accurate, and some people had speculated that the reason why Chu Zihang and Caesar used their weapons as IDs was not because of the sympathy between their old enemies, or some other special and taboo relationship.

The reason is actually very simple.

Angers.

Cambridge folding knife.

The legendary dragon slayer was named after his weapon.

Two of the best students of our time chose to follow suit.

This may be some kind of spiritual inheritance.

And now, the legendary dragon slayer has also come to an end.

"minister."

Victor muttered.

"Are we getting too big?"

"Be confident, my friend."

Fingel looked solemn.

"It's already too big."

When Angers put five thousand dollars in chips into the silent option.

All Fingel's calculations failed.

Let’s take a look at who has chosen the Silent Spirit.

Caesar, the Night Watchman, Angers, and Fingal.

Of course the last guy can be ignored.

There is only one last minute before the game is locked and betting stops.

The Ministry of Public Information has ceased operations.

There is no point anymore.

Their plan to make a fortune went bankrupt.

Even if the results of the S-level 3E exam were as Fingel expected, no word spirit had awakened.

With a lot of chips invested in this option, they can't make much money.

All the work in vain.

Fingel suddenly looked at a boy.

"Don't try to cheat on the pork knuckle that you promised!"

The boy's face looked ugly.

He was the one who started betting on whether the S-class could pass the 3E exam.

As a result, as Fingel said, no one would place a bet on something so obvious.

The plan to make a lot of money from S-class spirit spirits has gone bankrupt. Even if it's just an elbow, Fingel will never give up easily.

The last ten seconds...

The paparazzi of the Ministry of Information have cut off the backstage, looking for new hot spots out of boredom.

Only Victor was still paying attention to the beating data.

He found that most people bet on B, followed by E and C.

Originally, A would be the same as D, with zero people betting.

But the genius equipment department made a big bet on A. No matter how much they thought, it was impossible for S-class to awaken the low-level word spirit, the equipment department did the opposite. If they were fooled, it would really be a winner-take-all situation. They have enough money to buy junk food for a whole year.

Victor smiled.

But how is it possible.

Instead of believing that S-class will awaken low-level speech spirits, it is better to look at option D. The mysterious speech spirits outside the periodic table may sound incredible, but if this person is S-class...

Wait, this is it.

Victor discovered that someone had placed a bet on option D.

The ID looked very familiar. If I remember correctly, it was Professor Guderian.

A slovenly face appeared in front of his eyes.

I heard that Professor Guderian seems to be in a very low mood these days. After all, no one would be in a better mood after getting and losing an S-level student.

He seemed to often emphasize Lu Mingfei's genius to others.

Victor looked at the time, the last three seconds.

Coming to lockdown.

There shouldn't be any surprises.

He took one last glance backstage and stretched.

Just this action.

"ah!"

Victor smashed the chair to the ground.

Everyone looked at him curiously.

But the deputy minister looked like he had seen a ghost.

"Ten...one hundred thousand!"

He swallowed.

"Before the lock, someone invested 100,000 in the S-class awakening spirit that is outside the periodic table!"

Everyone cheered and gathered around.

"who is it!"

"Let me see, um, how do you read this ID?"

"Yanluol, is there such a word?"

"Wait, try it in Chinese."

"Yanluo, Yama."

Everyone looked at each other.

They all saw confusion in each other's eyes.

Except for one person.

Fingel blinked strangely.

"Yama."

he repeated.

"Do you know who it is, minister?"

Fingel nodded, then shook his head.

"I think I saw it on an S-class student card."

"His code name is Yanluo."

"That is to say."

Someone murmured.

"The S-level bets one hundred thousand dollars that he will awaken, the spirit of speech outside the periodic table."

Fingel nodded solemnly.

"Misstep."

He said.

"Next time, S-class should be banned from participating in betting."

…………

"Hello, S-class."

Nuonuo chewed gum and sat on the podium.

"Oh, hello, hello."

Lu Mingfei smiled friendly.

"Your seat is over there, hurry up, the exam is about to start."

The girl pointed in the direction.

On the table was a card with Lu Mingfei's code name written on it.

"yanluo"

Lu Mingfei smiled, pulled out a chair and sat down.

He saw Ling in the front row turn around, the two looked at each other, Lu Mingfei made a cheering gesture, and the girl nodded.

The exam is about to start.

Lu Mingfei looked at this classroom.

I don’t know whether to call it unexpected or reasonable. Everyone here has a beautiful face. It makes people feel like they have walked into the high school in Japanese animation. Anyone who pulls out will be the one who instantly debuts and becomes an idol. kind of level.

But it’s understandable if you think about it. Mixed-races generally look pretty good. In addition to bringing powerful strength and mental dangers, dragon blood also improves the genetic expression of mixed-races, making their facial features more harmonious and more beautiful. Perfect.

This was the explanation Chu Zihang gave to Lu Mingfei in preschool tutoring.

In fact, Lu Mingfei sometimes thinks that dragon blood is quite strange. It can do incredible things like talking about spirits. Sometimes it can be explained using the framework of modern science, such as genes. I don't know what this path is. Should it be considered strong or weak.

After all, the explanation of the power of the Word Spirit by mixed-race scholars is to use dragon writing to expand the field and give orders to the space in the field, thereby producing specific effects.

This is both a domain and an order. No matter how you look at it, it involves power at the level of rules.

However, the hybrid race, which cannot even compare to inhuman cultivation, is actually using the power to influence the rules.

What does this look like to Lu Mingfei?

Like a caveman wearing animal skins wielding a lightsaber like those from Star Wars.

It looks awkward no matter how you look at it.

In particular, Lu Mingfei actually fought against Norton of Bronze and Fire.

Although it seems a bit exaggerated to say this, but.

too weak.

Bronze and Fire, Norton.

too weak.

No matter how you say it, it is an existence that has the authority.

It is even one of the four basic authorities in this world.

To be so weak.

So, Lu Mingfei guessed that there might be some kind of problem with the dragons in this world.

Even if, as the little devil said, the twins on the throne need to devour each other to gain real power.

But such conditions have their own problems.

In Lu Mingfei's view, this was not the right way to gain power at all.

And like, curse.

In other words, shackles.

Who could use such means to keep the Four Thrones empty for a long time?

The twins need to devour each other to become true kings.

But their deep love for each other prevented them from actually taking action.

It was pure torture.

And extend the time of this torture to thousands of years.

Lu Mingfei suddenly felt that if one day he met a crazy Dragon King, he wouldn't be surprised at all.

It can even express a certain amount of understanding and sympathy.

How can I put it, Dragon King is not easy either.

As for this path, even the dragon kings at the source of their bloodline are cursed and suffering.

It is understandable that the following second-generation, third-generation, and hybrid species have limited power.

"S-level!"

The boy at the front desk turned around.

"I'm the president of the freshman fraternity, Chilan."

The boy who introduced himself in this way smiled.

"Of course, the freshman sorority party happened yesterday. Since you appeared, there is only one new power in Kassel, Kyushu!"

"Thank you for your support."

Lu Mingfei nodded. Before coming to Kassel, he was worried that he would not be able to recruit people to establish the Jiuzhou branch. Unexpectedly, his club has not yet applied for it. Everyone is crying and wanting to join. They are so enthusiastic that they don’t need any salary. , even to the point of being willing to pay for it out of your own pocket.

With emotion in his heart, Lu Mingfei completed the signature and handed it to Qi Lan.

The student, who looked like a Bollywood star, took the autograph in amazement and shook his head while appreciating it.

"Art! This is simply art!"

He looked at Lu Mingfei with burning eyes.

"Your signature will definitely become a work of art, S-level!"

"I will definitely treasure it and stick it on my bedside when I get back. I fall asleep looking at your signature every day. There is nothing better than this!"

Lu Mingfei:......

He silently stayed away from this dear friend, and at the same time mentally stamped the other party's application for joining the group as "pending".

"S-level, can you also sign your autograph for me?"

"Me too."

"Sorry to trouble you, please..."

Soon, Lu Mingfei was submerged again.

He couldn't even count how many times he was overwhelmed by the enthusiastic students in the past two days.

He mechanically took the book, signed it mechanically, and handed it back mechanically.

Lu Mingfei was thinking about whether he should learn from Senior Chu. Apart from other things, his paralyzed face was really bluffing. Once the iceberg aura was activated, no one came in. The girls didn't have the guts to ask for autographs. , I always felt that this killer would pull out Murasame and carve words on his thigh without saying a word...

Wait isn’t this awesome!

Of course, Lu Mingfei would not have any strange thoughts.

But his mood was also very complicated.

Lu Mingfei looked at the stockings in the girl's hands in silence.

The other person looked shy.

"Can you please sign this?"

"Don't worry, I haven't worn it."

Lu Mingfei sensitively heard someone sigh.

It was a boy, and he seemed very disappointed.

Wait, what are you disappointed about?

Sure enough, hybrids are some weird guys.

Lu Mingfei thought secretly.

Just at this moment, a heavenly voice came from the podium.

"Okay, okay, classmates."

Manstein said coldly.

"The 3E exam is not your time to chase stars."

The students smiled and quickly returned to their respective positions.

During this process, everyone nodded to Lu Mingfei, as if he was some big shot, and could only leave with Lu Mingfei's permission.

Oh no.

He is the big shot.

Manstein glanced at Lu Mingfei with a sly expression.

"It seems our S-class has quickly fallen into his role."

The professor didn't say much and clapped his hands.

"Okay, the 3E exam has begun. All students who have mobile phones should turn them off. Don't try to..."

He said something like don't cheat.

The students took out their mobile phones and turned them off one after another with different sound effects.

Suddenly a cold female voice sounded.

"Looking forward to seeing you next time, Yama."

Suddenly, everyone's eyes turned to... S-class.

Lu Mingfei looked confused.

He just wanted to turn off his phone.

There really is no other meaning.

But as soon as the smartphone was taken out, Norma started talking by herself and then turned off the phone.

He hasn't done anything yet.

The students looked at the white metal cube in Lu Mingfei's hand curiously. What is this? Cell phone? Is there any mobile phone that looks like this? And that voice just now was...

"Norma."

Someone whispered.

"The campus secretary in Kassel, I heard her voice when I was admitted."

"That's right, it's her."

"But why does Norma appear in the S-class mobile phone?"

"I really doubt your bloodline. Look what you asked. Why does Norma appear on an S-class phone? Because he is an S-class."

Everyone looked at Lu Mingfei with even more respect.

"I saw discussions among the seniors on the forum. Even if the executive department wants Norma's help, it has to honestly write a report and apply."

"Of course, Norma is an artificial intelligence. I have checked the information and it is absolutely impossible to create artificial intelligence with the current level of human technology. So do you know what this means?"

The man did not wait for an answer and continued to talk on his own.

"It means that the birth of Norma is not only human technology, but also dragon alchemy technology."

"This is the crystallization of high-end technology between humans and dragons."

"I even suspect that the creator of Norma referred to part of the living spirit refining technology, otherwise it would be impossible to explain how artificial intelligence was born."

Professor Manstein on the podium glanced at this man.

If I remember correctly, the student who was talking eloquently had obtained doctorates from many universities, including Cambridge, and received an invitation from the Equipment Department as soon as he entered Kassel.

He just glanced at it and didn't take it to heart.

Dragon blood brings extraordinary bodies and minds to hybrids. There are too many such students. Cassel will never lack geniuses, and what Cassel needs is not just a mere genius.

This academy that trains dragon slayers is waiting for a leader, or in other words, a monster.

Thinking of this, Manstein glanced at the S-class again.

Kassel's campus secretary, Norma, a powerful artificial intelligence, appeared in the S-class mobile phone and became his personal life assistant.

Is this difficult to understand?

not at all.

He is S-class.

"The exam begins."

Manstein asked Nono to distribute the test papers.

He also announced a strange rule that everyone could discuss and move around, but they were prohibited from plagiarizing each other's answers.

Then he and Nono closed the door and left the examination room.

In an instant, the students quarreled in confusion.

"Where's the topic!"

"What to write if there are no exam questions!"

"I already told you that dragons and hybrids are just movies!"

The students turned the paper over and over, shaking it. No matter how you looked at it, both sides were as white as snow, without a single word on them. It was so clean that one wonders if Nono played a bad joke on them and handed out the scratch paper as an answer sheet. Come down.

Thinking about the girl's appearance, the possibility is really high.

PS: In this book, I will call Caesar the chief. After all, it would be too strange to repeat it if there are two presidents. Chu Zihang is the president.

Of course, I could have called him Chairman, but Chairman was... inappropriate.