Chapter 352 The Hearing Begins

It’s not that Fingel is taking credit this time, the Information Department has indeed put in a lot of effort. There are very few students who follow the Night Watch Forum every day during the holidays, and the news cannot be conveyed quickly. However, this is the strength of the Information Department. They pulled out the list. Send information one by one that the school board is about to embarrass Lu Mingfei.

But the role of the News Department only ends here. They focus more on the great cause of increasing the gaming experience for the gentlemen of the school board. Moreover, they only convey notices and do not have the right to force anyone to come. and ability.

The reason for the current grand situation is entirely because Lu Mingfei is not himself.

Someone was attending a banquet on an offshore cruise ship, smiling and chatting with the children of wealthy businessmen and dignitaries. The lights were a little drunk, and the face was handsome. The girl lowered her head and her earlobes were slightly red. The wind was so good tonight that you wanted to reach out and put your arm around her shoulders. Suddenly, your cell phone When it rang, you picked it up and took a look. The raised corners of your lips calmed down. The ambiguous atmosphere was gone, replaced by a chill like a hail of bullets. You put down the phone and the wine glass, said excuse me to your female companion, and pulled the master off. The handmade tuxedo jumped into the sea. The female companion covered her mouth and rushed to the railing in panic. She saw the bright moon covering the sea with a layer of silver frost, and then the silver frost in the distance jumped out and dropped pieces of broken pieces. The diamond-like water droplets plunged into the deep sea after taking a breath, and quickly disappeared into the abyss-like night.

Similar scenes occur frequently around the world.

Chu Zihang said goodbye to Su Xiaoyan, opened the door of the Maybach, started it, braked hard, and turned. The tires left dark marks on the ground, and it roared like a wild beast.

The roar of the battle paused, and Caesar held Dictado. He lowered his head to wipe the sweat, picked up the phone, and crushed it after reading the message on it. The smile on the corner of his lips was so light and thin.

"Lie to me?"

The helicopter's rotors blew down the lawn, and Caesar pushed Dick across his lap. He closed his eyes and said, "Let's take off."

After Fingel conveyed the news, the next thing was Caesar and Chu Zihang. The two leaders of their respective societies organized the students from Kassel to gather at the Chicago train station and uniformly carry the martial arts uniforms of the Kyushu branch.

We also contacted the cc1000 train. There were as many as twenty A-level mixed-race students who had already reached the standard of running a single train.

It can be said that the Chicago train station yesterday afternoon can be described as an unprecedented event. Handsome or beautiful young men and women arrived one after another, but no one bought a ticket. They seemed to follow some kind of steely order, sitting in their own seats. Sit quietly and say nothing.

It was obvious that the boys and girls were just occupying a corner of the train station, but their presence was so huge that it was hard to tell whether they were models or international superstars. They sat quietly and actually caused the busy train station to cool down. , the passengers subconsciously stepped lightly and lowered their voices, like poor people who accidentally broke into a monster's lair. It was not until they were far away that they were shocked to find that their backs were already wet with cold sweat.

The train arrived late at night, and the staff tried several times to persuade them to leave because there were no trains passing by, but the foreman stopped, pulled him to a corner, and told him about the ghost train legend that has been circulating in Chicago train stations for a long time.

The heavyweights were in their respective carriages, and Chu Zihang, Caesar and Ling walked by. They put on uniform martial arts uniforms and thick fur cloaks.

Students are the youngest, most energetic and most active group. In the past hundred years, there have been countless movements initiated by students. Even at a certain college in Cambridge, the alma mater of President Angers, students overthrew teachers and established a campus. True events of the Autonomous Council.

Angers, who graduated from Cambridge, somewhat incorporated some influences from his alma mater into his teaching policy in Kassel. This was not his intention. It was a habit and a tradition engraved in his bones.

What's more, the students in Kassel are still a group of lawless hybrids. With the blood of dragons and their age, it is more difficult to make them peaceful.

It seems that they should agree with the slogans that frequently appear on the campus of Far Eastern Middle School, such as "Be the master of the school", "The school is my home, civilization depends on everyone", etc. However, unlike the children in the Far East, the young mixed-race people think They are the masters of Kassel, masters in the true sense. For example, if necessary, they do not mind overthrowing the school board and following the example of their predecessors to establish an autonomous committee composed entirely of students.

They have all decided on the chairmanship. Lu Mingfei, Chu Zihang and Kaiser will serve as vice-chairmen. From now on, Cassel will have the final say. A new era has come, and paralysis must be eradicated first, such as final exams and so on. Bad habits that destroy the physical and mental health of young mixed-race people must be abolished as soon as possible.

take an exam? What test? Just kidding, we are mixed races, do you know how to write the word "the proud son of heaven"?

Therefore, when the mixed races filed out of the train, walked silently in the dark night, and entered the campus of Kassel, the psychological impact this scene had on the onlookers could not be said to be small.

As we all know, Kassel is a military base disguised as a university. Every student and professor is a super soldier who can compete with the special forces. After all, hybrids are all superheroes who have reached the physical limit of normal people. Just imagine this How terrifying would it be to have an organization composed entirely of the American team, even if their usual activity is to hold a sailing competition with the University of Chicago.

Ling handed a bag of clothes to Lu Mingfei.

Inside is the uniform martial arts uniform and outer cloak.

"Thanks."

Lu Mingfei smiled at Ling.

When he walked out of the dormitory again, he had changed his clothes. He was wearing the same martial arts uniform and cloak as everyone else, with the word "nine" embroidered on the chest with flying dragons and phoenixes. Strangely enough, he was wearing exactly the same clothes on Lu Mingfei. It just seemed different, so natural, as if this boy was born to dress like this.

Kassel's S-class, the legendary dragon slayer, the head of the Kyushu branch, Lu Mingfei looked at everyone.

"gone."

he said again.

"yes."

The warriors replied.

Lu Mingfei was in front, with Chu Zihang and Caesar on his side. Wherever he passed, the mixed-race warriors were like rivers flowing into the sea, walking silently behind them, and a certain majestic and intimidating aura rose up. He walked out of the dormitory building and walked towards the place where the hearing was held.

The woman wearing a veil looked sideways, her eyes of amazement swept over one mixed-race student after another, and finally the three people at the front. Suddenly, the young man walking in the middle seemed to be aware of it, and cast a glance towards them. The two looked at each other, and the woman smiled when she saw him.

"Who is this?"

the woman asked.

"S-level."

Her butler replied.

"This is S-class."

The veil blocked her sight, so she couldn't see clearly her expression at the moment.

"Let's go, it's time to enter."

The woman enters the auditorium.

King Solomon sat upright in his high-backed chair, tilting his head slightly, discussing the latest academic issues with the professor on his right.

They seemed to have some differences and were debating. King Solomon's voice was still majestic, but he unconsciously speeded up his speech. He did not give in to the professor who was debating. He looked much more excited than King Solomon. He stared with red neck and looked at It makes people wonder if this person will light up his golden eyes in the next second.

The auditorium has been specially decorated. On one side are the professors and King Solomon. The most precious and intelligent brains of the Camarilla are sitting here. They have oxygen masks on their faces. Some people have tubes inserted into their necks and arms, flowing. Amber liquid, the professors who use these devices to maintain basic life activities look no better than zombies. Their faces are stiff and skinny, and they sit there motionless. If not for the occasional rolling of their eyes, one would almost suspect that they have already died.

On the other side is the school board of directors. Five of the seven people are sitting in the seats. They are Frost, Gattuso's acting head of the family, an old man dressed as a lama, and a graceful woman wearing a veil. She tries her best to pretend to be mature, but it is still difficult for her to do so. A girl who hides her childishness, and Mr. Angers, the principal of Kassel.

The long table of professors was very lively. These researchers were talking in low voices, and their lips were moving, trying to convey their meaning to each other as clearly as possible with the least effort.

For them, the discipline of the venue is not important at all. Nothing can compare with the research topic. Being able to sit here is already the biggest compromise. After all, the funds are provided by the secret party. They can exchange experiences with their peers before the hearing begins. Also very good.

In stark contrast, the school board of directors had a serious atmosphere that almost solidified the air. The old lama closed his eyes to rest, the female noble looked at the pattern of the long table, and Frost looked directly at Angers majestically. Re Ze was like an old cannon, with his legs crossed and lazily leaning on a chair. Frost believed that if this wasn't Cassel, the tyrant in front of him would have stuffed a cigar into his mouth. One is not enough, you have to have three at the same time.

As an old rival for many years, Frost knew the principal well. However, Angers' gentleness on the surface was just an illusion. In his heart, he was still the crazy warrior and reckless warrior.

Frost looked away and towards an empty seat.

"Isn't he here yet?"

The female noble said nothing, and the girl looked a little restless, and quietly glanced at the old man behind her.

"He's arrived."

The speaker was the old lama who had been resting his head to rest.

Sure enough, as soon as he finished speaking, there was a knock on the door.

A pair of eyes cast over.

There are actually people knocking on the door of the auditorium. This scene is so funny.

Under everyone's gaze, the door opened.

A man wearing a motorcycle helmet walked in with his head tilted.

He glanced at the group of professors, immediately turned his head, trotted to sit in an empty seat, and nodded frequently to the several school directors who had already arrived. Of course, this guy would be more sincere if he could take off his helmet.

Several young assistants on the court secretly exchanged glances. What happened? This guy is also the school director of Kassel. You can't tell at all. When he sat down at the table, he looked like a husky breaking into a pack of wolves, and he was still smiling. I nodded to the wolves and said, "Brother, turn right when you go out of the pet store and go straight. Wolves don't eat dog food. Everyone here eats meat."

"Where's your mountain bike?"

The girl asked quietly without changing her expression.

She was still a little excited. It was no wonder that among a group of old men and women, there was finally someone who could talk. How could she not be happy?

"It's too far. I came here on a motorcycle."

Husky said.

"Whoa whoa."

The girl nodded as if I understood.

"By the way, why are you still wearing a helmet?"

"Isn't this to maintain a sense of mystery? After all, I am also the school director of Kassel."

"It seems to make sense."

The girl looked at him again, doubtful.

It’s just that you’re wearing a helmet all the time, aren’t you bored?

The husky was quiet for a while.

"It's quite boring."

Finally, the old housekeeper couldn't stand it anymore. He coughed twice. The girl immediately sat up straight like a student who was caught by the teacher deserting in class. The husky also looked a little guilty. He even wanted to try to drink coffee to demonstrate his embarrassment. But the mysterious school director seemed to have forgotten that he had not yet taken off his helmet.

Well, I have to say, the sound of the coffee cup hitting the mask glass is really crisp.

Are you surprised that Frost and other school directors are keeping their eyes straight and their moods stable? What's surprising? They've long been used to it.

"Everyone is here."

Frost said.

Although there was still an empty seat, no school director raised any objection to his words, as if the empty chair had always been like this, and it was the norm to be empty.

"Now that everyone is here, the hearing can begin."

Frost said to Angers.

"Can I summon your S-class?"

Angers put down his legs and smoothed the hem of his clothes.

: "Please pay attention to your wording. Summoning does not apply to heroes."

The two people looked at each other. The hearing had not officially started yet, and a strong smell of gunpowder was already filling the air.

"Well, if the person you are talking about is what I think..."

The husky raised his hands silently.

"They're already here, right outside the door."

The door to the auditorium slowly opened.

The winter sunshine poured in in large swaths.

Frost narrowed his eyes slightly.

The sunlight is really dazzling.

Lu Mingfei walked in the center.

His footsteps were so crisp.

The eyes of the King Solomon Professorship and the school board of directors fell on this young man.

Is he an S-class?

But he was not the only one who came. One by one, students from Kassel silently entered the auditorium and sat down. They were wearing uniforms, which were the styles of ancient countries in the Far East. The empty auditorium was quickly filled.

Frost quickly found Caesar in the crowd. After all, the golden hair was too eye-catching. The uncle and nephew of the Gattuso family looked at each other from a distance. Caesar smiled brightly, while Frost had a stern face as always.

Why is Caesar here?

Frost thought.

Faces flashed through his mind one after another. In the final analysis, what he was thinking about was not why Caesar appeared here, but why he didn't receive any news even though Caesar appeared here.

He was able to conceal all information about the hearing from Caesar because he, Frost, was Gattuso's acting head and in fact controlled Gattuso's rights.

But what about Caesar?

Perhaps there is only one answer.

Gattusoli already had people loyal to Caesar.

Frost's face remained expressionless, and no one could read any emotion from his face.

This cold profit animal just said something in his heart.

You have grown up too, Caesar.