Dragon Raja: History Simulator

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"Senior brother, who did you say is coming to pick us up this time?"

They had been standing outside the train station for quite a while, and the reason they hadn't done anything else was because the college had informed them in advance that someone would be sent to pick them up.

After pondering for a moment, Wang Anzhi concluded, "It should be Senior Ye Sheng. He just graduated two years ago and is here to serve as the interviewer for the Kassel College interviewing Chinese students. Although the whole team is led by Professor Guderian, Senior Ye Sheng also graduated from the Peking University preparatory program. I'm afraid that both the professor and Senior Ye Sheng would prefer to have Senior Ye Sheng pick us up."

He shrugged, "Well, what can you do when the interview process wasn't very formal?"

Kassel College takes this batch of Chinese-mixed-race students in their Peking University preparatory program quite seriously each year, since it is their only overt way of intervening in the Chinese-mixed-race community.

Almost every year, a professor would lead a team to Beijing to interview this batch of students. It was called an interview, but it was really just a formality. After all, the "orthodox" system would not allow Kassel College to take away a single student outside the rules. Therefore, the professors from Kassel College only needed to sign their names on the student files.

I came to Beijing specifically to show my respect; it's a common practice.

However, the reason why a convention is a convention is simply because the established rules are more favorable to both parties; there will always be times when "exceptions" are made.

At this point, Xia Mi also looked indignant, "That's right, is S-rank really that great? You and I are both A-rank, are you? Does being an S-rank mean we have to break the precedents of the past years and be forced to come to Shilan to represent other students in the interview?"

At this moment, Xia Mi waved her fist, acting like a proletarian fighter rather than a dragon king slave owner, saying, "We demand equality and will never allow blatant oppression to happen around us."

This year, Professor Guderian, who was supposed to be in charge of recruiting Chinese mixed-race students, encountered some minor mishaps, and history began to deviate from that point.

He thought he could easily win over the new S-class mixed-race Lu Mingfei, but he suffered another setback in his life. Faced with a scholarship of $36000 and an admission letter from the prestigious University of Kassel, Lu Mingfei asked to reconsider.

In this situation, Professor Guderian, who was so eager to have an S-level student promoted to tenure, had no time to care about such a routine "trivial matter" as the Peking University preparatory class, and the relationship between the Secret Service and the orthodoxy was far more important than his own long-cherished tenure.

So, the professor wrote down the two A-level students from the preparatory class this year and told them to bring their files to sign and go through the formalities. He himself would continue to patiently persuade his future students to give up their petty romantic feelings and dedicate their youth to a greater cause.

By the time he made the decision, it was too late for the Kassel Executive Department to react. They could only reluctantly accept the decision and reiterate that the team must be led by two A-level students, namely Xia Mi and Wang Anzhi.

Fortunately, although Professor Guderian was eccentric as usual, he understood that the academy headquarters really valued the two A-level students, not others. In his first request, he specifically mentioned that Xia Mi and Wang Anzhi had to come.

And so, Xia Mi and Wang Anzhi had no choice but to come to this small southern town to participate in the interview and the professor's entrance training, carrying the expectations of the entire class and the files of the whole class.

Looking at Xia Mi's pretentious acting, Wang Anzhi knew all too well that the girl had once again lost her way on the path of life. He sighed, "Junior sister, I remember you told me that you went to middle school here. Now, returning to this familiar place, a publicly funded trip should be considered one of life's great pleasures!"

"You're right, senior brother. I must take you to visit my hometown."

As Xia Mi spoke, she nodded heavily, but quickly smiled and changed the subject:

"However, senior brother, I can see that you are also unusually excited to come here!"

That's for sure. To this day, he has only started the "Last Emperor" historical storyline from Xia Mi's perspective, and the next storyline is nowhere in sight.

Regardless of the circumstances, Wang Anzhi believed that the next historical chapter could be opened through Lu Mingfei. Whether he was the Holy Son, the next Black King, or the World Tree or something else, Lu Mingfei's status in the Dragon Clan would certainly not be lower than Xia Mi's.

If his junior sister can open a dungeon for him, allowing him to go from having no bloodline to obtaining the Word of Power: Emperor, then Lu Mingfei will definitely have an even easier time doing it.

Although he thought this way, Wang Anzhi's gaze towards Xia Mi was full of affection. Only when Xia Mi unconsciously shifted her gaze and lowered her head did he leisurely say, as if embarrassed:

"Isn't it something to be overjoyed to be able to come to your hometown with you, my junior sister, and participate in a study trip together?"

Xia Mi was well aware that her senior brother had lied to her again. After all, as the Dragon King, her ears were incredibly sharp. She could clearly hear that her senior brother's heart was beating in his chest without any sign of quickening. Perhaps he was indeed very happy to come to this small southern town with his junior sister, but that was definitely not the reason for his joy.

Even she, the Dragon King who had lived in this small town for a long time, didn't know what else could attract her here. Bones? Blood? Horns? There were none of those, not even a single mixed-race family had settled here. As for Odin, Xia Mi shook her head.

If her senior brother knew that Odin's footprints were here, he probably wouldn't be so happy.

So, what exactly is it?

Xia Mi couldn't help but raise her head, only to suddenly find that Senior Brother Wang's affectionate face was becoming clearer and clearer in her eyes. Just as her heart was racing and she was about to close her eyes.

A sports car, as fast as a celestial horse, pulled up beside them, rolled down its window, and a melodious voice came from inside.

"Junior brothers and sisters, please be mindful of your public image!"

Chapter 8 The Red-Haired Witch

Before Wang Anzhi and Xia Mi could explain anything, the red-haired witch gave them an "I understand" look, and then said leisurely:

"Junior brother, junior sister, have you been waiting long? Get in the car!"

Xia Mi glanced at the stunning Chen Motong, then gave Wang Anzhi a dangerous look, as if to say, "Is this the Ye Sheng senior you were talking about?"

Wang Anzhi was equally surprised and somewhat puzzled as to why it was this little witch who came to pick them up. She was indeed in this small town at the moment, but given the red-haired witch's temperament, she shouldn't be very patient with such an interview or entrance training. He didn't think that he and Xia Mi, who were currently keeping a low profile in the preparatory class, could attract the little witch's attention at this moment.

Seeing that the two remained motionless, Chen Motong raised an eyebrow, her eyes turning dangerous as well. "Junior brothers and sisters, I am an interviewee from Kassel College, not some irrelevant person."

As she spoke, Chen Motong turned slightly, revealing the half-decayed World Tree emblem on her chest. It was the symbol of Kassel College, and she was confident that the two preparatory students would recognize it.

Wang Anzhi and Xia Mi exchanged a glance. Finally, Wang Anzhi stepped forward. Looking into the red-haired witch's narrow eyes, he wasn't particularly afraid, but he still felt a little awkward. He coughed and pointed to his and Xia Mi's two suitcases, as well as Chen Motong's cherished Ferrari.

"Senior sister, we still have luggage but no room."

The euphemism of the words could not replace the awkwardness of the scene. The moment Wang Anzhi finished speaking, the surrounding air seemed to freeze. Only the passing breeze and Xia Mi's deliberately revealed giggles broke the serious atmosphere in the carriage.

After a while, the proud little witch couldn't help but utter a "good".

……

After a long while, Wang Anzhi and his junior sister had already boarded the train. Their suitcases had been placed in another car by Chen Motong. Looking at the red-haired witch sitting silently in the driver's seat, he broke the icy atmosphere with his words.

"Senior sister, I don't know how to address you."

"Chen Motong, you can just call me Nuonuo."

As he said this, Chen Motong became increasingly focused, keeping his eyes straight ahead and looking very serious.

Heaven knows how embarrassed she felt at that moment. She had made such a fool of herself in front of her two future junior brothers and sisters. How could she possibly maintain her senior sister demeanor now?

"Senior Sister Nuonuo, why did the academy send you to pick us up? I thought it was Senior Ye Sheng."

Xia Mi smiled, her pure face revealing no trace of scheming.

For some reason, she didn't have much affection for the girl in front of her. Although she felt the same way about most people, for some reason, she felt even more for this girl named Chen Motong.

Chen Motong glanced at the girl behind her through the mirror. Even with just the most basic "profile," she could sense a barely perceptible hint of hostility from the girl.

This wasn't out of jealousy among women. After all, even she had to admit that the girl was more beautiful than her. Her smooth black hair fell across her almost flawless face, making her appear neither too weak nor too strong, a rarity even among mixed-race people who are known for their beauty.

Then she looked at the boy next to Xia Mi. This time, she specially chose a Ferrari 612 Scaglietti to pick up her two junior brothers and sisters. It was one of the few four-seater sports cars in the Ferrari series. Even so, the space in the back seat was still not very spacious. At this moment, Xia Mi and Wang Anzhi were almost touching, but they used a book and a bag to cover their ears.

In addition, the subtle tacit understanding between the two and the intimate atmosphere they had just witnessed on both sides of the road made Chen Motong understand their relationship.

Thinking about it this way, it's normal for my junior sister to feel a little threatened when she suddenly sees this beautiful woman appear in front of her beloved, Chen Motong thought confidently.

Little did she know that Wang Anzhi's dream of becoming his consort could not be swayed by her mere beauty.

Regardless, Chen Motong no longer had time to reply. Faced with her junior sister's provocation, she decided to defend the face she had just lost as the senior sister.

"Ye Sheng probably doesn't have the mind to do anything else. Right now, he's having a great time with one of your other senior sisters. There's nothing I can do but take on this little bit of the work."

Xia Mi didn't reply further, only saying "Oh" before sitting back down, letting the wind and the market's hustle and bustle carry away all her worries.

This made Nono, who was seething with anger and eager to retaliate, feel like she had punched a piece of cotton.

Chen Motong, who prides herself on being an unpredictable red-haired witch, was actually seen through by a little girl?

Tolerable or unbearable.

However, the girl didn't give any clues, but what about the boy?

Chen Motong's eyes darted around, and he skillfully turned at the fork in the road ahead, asking Wang Anzhi and Xia Mi:

"Junior brother, would you like to know the funny story of how the S-class got you guys here for orientation training?"

Although she was speaking to both of them, Nono's real target was Wang Anzhi.

According to Nono's thinking, every man has a deep-seated disdain for others. They never want to believe that anyone can be above them. However, the bloodline system of Kassel College exposes all of this nakedly. All treatment is based on bloodline class. Normally, Nono, as an A-rank, can look down on everyone, but in front of an S-rank, he can only feel inferior. No one doubts Principal Angers' judgment.

Just like this entrance training, it should have been held in Beijing, but because S-level is more important, it could only be held in this small southern city. She absolutely did not believe that her junior brother Wang Anzhi, who was also an A-level, would be willing to do this.

Nuonuo was well aware that her junior sister was also a very proud person. Wouldn't she care about someone who was above them at the S-rank?

Even Nono herself was not convinced.

However, Wang Anzhi already knew what kind of person this S-class was. He might be a person with lion-like eyes, or even hiding the world's biggest secret, but at this stage, he was undoubtedly hopeless. Having read "Dragon Raja," he could be said to know him better than Lu Mingfei himself. So why would Wang Anzhi have any interest in him?

Xia Mi was in the same boat. Given her status, and without knowing Lu Mingfei's secrets, it was difficult for her to be interested in an S-rank identity.

So the two of them answered almost in unison:

"Do not want to."

Surprisingly, the red-haired witch was once again humiliated by the time-traveling boy and the dragon king girl.

Chapter 9 Regent Hotel

At 10:00 a.m., at the Regent Hotel.

A dark red Ferrari slowly drove into the parking lot, attracting a crowd of onlookers.

A bright and beautiful girl got out of the driver's seat, but unfortunately, she had a dark expression on her face, as if she had just suffered a huge blow.

At the same time, Wang Anzhi and Xia Mi also got out of the car, and both of them looked at Chen Motong at the same time.

The reason was simple: only this senior student from Kassel College knew which room Professor Guderian, who was in charge of interviewing and training them, was in at the hotel.

Chen Motong rubbed her head, feeling relieved that she could finally leave the two freshmen to the professor's care. These few minutes had really infuriated her. Neither of the two freshmen was easy to deal with, and even she, who claimed to be able to see through people's hearts with her profile, couldn't figure out their thoughts.

This is normal. Not to mention that Xia Mi herself is known as the "most human-like dragon," she is essentially wearing two skins: a human girl named "Xia Mi" and a dragon king named "Jormungandr," and the two seem to have no connection at all.

Take Wang Anzhi himself, for example. He had simulated Roman Emperor Valentine III six times. His memory of this emperor was even more familiar than his memory of his own past life. It was as if seven lifetimes had passed. He could even predict that this was not the end, but merely the beginning.

In this regard, no matter how magical Chen Motong's "profiling" may be, it is ultimately not a completely unreasonable power of words and alchemy. Naturally, it is impossible to see any image of "emperor" or "transmigrator" in such an outstanding mixed-race person who is just an orphan on the surface.

Isn't this complete nonsense?

In this way, how could she, who was known as the red-haired priestess, see through Xia Mi and Wang Anzhi, two people who were intentionally or unintentionally hiding themselves, just as she could see through others?

Just like when she first met Chu Tianjiao in the future, all she saw was a cloud of fog and—braised pork intestines and roasted chicken wings. This man, whose name was almost symmetrical to Long Aotian's, was so simple and unpretentious.

After a brief headache, Nono's competitive spirit returned. Determined to thoroughly investigate her two junior brothers and sisters' thoughts, she put on a smile again and, while leading the way, said to them:

“Junior brothers and sisters, Professor Guderian is on the top floor. However, it may not be the right time for you to find him. He has been busy these days looking for psychology books and trying to figure out how to open up the hearts of S-class students. He may not be able to do much to tutor you.”

A hissing sound came from Xia Mi's mouth, and then she immediately continued:

Are S-class girls?

"Does Kassel College even allow teacher-student relationships?"

"Does Kassel College not care about relationships at all, unlike our school?" and so on.

Gossip about news and complaining about one's alma mater are probably customs that every student can't shake off. Even Xia Mi, the Little Dragon Girl, was unknowingly assimilated by the school's closed management.