NABC Chapter 20 A New Life with Guts
Chapter 20 A New Life with Guts
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"Holy crap! Are these freshmen monsters?"
"Seventh-tier instantaneous power! Under the suppression of 'Discipline'! What the hell kind of bloodline is this?"
"Have you counted the number of people? How long did he chant before he fired? Three seconds? Four seconds?"
"The key is that composure... Did you see his eyes? It was like he was doing something very ordinary."
"President Caesar and President Chu Zihang were just killed in an instant... My worldview is shattered..."
"But in the end, he committed suicide! Why?"
"Is it because of Senior Sister Nuonuo? Senior Sister Nuonuo 'died' in front of him, and he went mad."
"Damn, so romantic...and so tragic..."
"Romantic my foot! This is a game! You know what a game is!"
"But in his mind, that's not a game..."
Lu Mingfei silently scrolled down. Some praised him, some questioned him, some analyzed his lineage, and some gossiped about his relationship with Nuonuo. But most of all, one sentence kept repeating itself:
"That kid's got guts."
There is such a thing.
Lu Mingfei forced a smile, wanting to laugh but unable to. He turned off the tablet and tossed it back to Fingel.
"That's it?" Fingel raised an eyebrow. "Junior, your reaction is far too calm. You're a big shot in Kassel now! The victor of a day of freedom! How many freshmen in history have been able to do what you did?"
Lu Mingfei didn't say anything. He threw off the covers, got out of bed, stepped onto the cold floor, walked to the window, and opened the blinds.
The morning sunlight streamed in, making him squint.
The view from the window is of Kassel College. The ancient buildings are faintly visible in the morning mist, the distant lake shimmers with light, early-rising students are jogging along the shore, and birds are chirping in the treetops. Everything is eerily peaceful, as if yesterday's frenzied gunfight had never happened.
But Lu Mingfei knew that everything had changed.
From the moment he boarded that plane, from the moment he met Nono, from the moment he awakened the red dragon cub—his world was gone forever.
"What benefits do the victors get?" he suddenly asked, his voice very soft.
Fingel paused for a moment, then grinned: "Benefits? There are plenty! First, the winner of the Day of Freedom gets a year's use of Norton Hall—the former headquarters of the Lionheart Society, as luxurious as a palace! Although the Student Council has won the Day of Freedom for three consecutive years since Caesar became president, gaining the right to use it for three consecutive years, now it's yours alone. Because you 'killed' their leader. Finally, and most importantly..."
He paused deliberately, keeping everyone in suspense.
Lu Mingfei turned to look at him.
Fingel winked: "The victor can confess his feelings to any girl in the academy, and she cannot refuse him for a month. This is a tradition that has continued in Kassel for decades, called 'the victor's privilege.'"
Lu Mingfei's heart skipped a beat.
No girl...can be refused within one month...
The first image that popped into his mind was Nuonuo's face. Long red hair, black eyes, a sly smile, and the cool yet firm touch of her hand when she held his.
but……
"Let me tell you another secret." Fingel leaned closer, lowering his voice as if sharing some earth-shattering gossip, "Your beloved Senior Sister Nono, she has a boyfriend. Her boyfriend is—Caesar Gattuso. The blond guy you shot down yesterday."
Time seemed to stand still.
Lu Mingfei stood rooted to the spot, feeling as if the blood in his body had frozen in an instant, then rapidly turned cold, as cold as the Siberian permafrost. The birdsong outside the window, the distant voices, the sound of Fingel's keyboard—all the sounds were fading away, leaving only the thunderous pounding of his own heart, one beat after another, heavy and hollow.
Nono... has a boyfriend.
And it was Caesar Gattuso.
The student council president he personally "killed" yesterday, the man with dazzling blond hair, as proud as the sun.
Yes, that's more like it. A girl like Nono, beautiful, smart, strong, and free as the wind—she should definitely be with someone like Caesar. Standing together, they'd be like a prince and princess, like the sun and the moon, like the most perfect couple in all fairy tales.
And what about him?
A loser. An orphan whose parents are not around. A good-for-nothing who only got into Kassel because of some inexplicable bloodline. A coward who only dares to confess his feelings because of "winner's privilege".
What gives him the right?
Lu Mingfei lowered his head, looking at his hands, somewhat deformed from years of holding a pen. These hands had gripped a gun yesterday, taking down Caesar and Chu Zihang, but so what? It was just a game, a misunderstanding. In reality, he was nothing.
"Oh," he said softly, his voice dry like sandpaper.
Fingel looked at him, the smirk on his face gradually fading. He scratched his head, wanting to say something, but unsure what to say. In the end, he simply patted Lu Mingfei on the shoulder: "Um... junior brother, don't be too sad. There are plenty of fish in the sea. Look at all those pretty girls in the academy. With your current reputation, you could just snap your fingers..."
"Senior brother," Lu Mingfei interrupted him, "I want to go for a walk."
"Ah? Oh, okay." Fingel stepped aside. "Remember to eat breakfast, the cafeteria is..."
"I know," Lu Mingfei said. He remembered that Professor Guderian had pointed out the location of the cafeteria when he gave him a tour yesterday.
He walked to the door, put his hand on the doorknob, paused for a few seconds, then opened the door and went out.
The door closed behind me.
Fingel stared at the closed door, his expression a complex mix of emotions. He sat back down at his computer, staring at the unfinished report on the screen, and suddenly lost all interest in continuing.
"Damn it," he muttered under his breath, pulling a crumpled pack of cigarettes from the drawer, taking one out and lighting it.
Smoke slowly rose in the morning light.
On the screen, the cursor on the article titled "Lu Mingfei, an S-Class Freshman: The Lonely King of a Day of Freedom" was flashing after the last period, waiting to be continued.