Chapter 22: Golden Eyes and Class

Using the excuse of taking a shower, Lu Chen used up the syringe. After injection, the syringe automatically disappeared, as if it had never appeared, leaving Lu Chen marveling at its disappearance.

With low quality, he wasn't worried. After all, he still primarily relied on his divine blood. According to the system prompt, there might be other tasks in this world where he could obtain bloodline items.

Back on his bed, Lu Chen silently felt the changes in his body. Starting from the spinal cord, a tingling sensation gradually spread throughout his body. If Lu Chen didn't have extremely strong endurance, he might have been rolling on the ground. But he lay on his bed without a sound.

Throughout the night, before the sun rose, two faint glimmers appeared in the dimly lit dorm room.

At first, it was a pale golden color, almost imperceptible under Lu Chen's black eyes.

However, through this experience, Lu Chen found a way to trigger changes in his bloodline. He discovered something interesting: his divine blood could also be activated in the same way.

In the dim light, the original pale gold gradually brightened, becoming more splendid in color, until it turned into a crimson gold, as if there were flowing lava in his eyes.

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"In the year 452 AD, Attila led his troops to invade the northeast cities of Italy, and the swarms of Dragon Guards crossed the Po River. It was a tide, and also the supreme majesty..."

On the platform, the contents of the textbook were narrated eloquently by the lecturer.

The rich rendering of his voice made people feel as if they were not attending a class, but immersed in an epic movie, their thoughts inadvertently led to that ancient era, smelling the smell of war.

The lecturer was tall and straight, with muscles beneath his tailored suit, making people suspect that he could compete in bodybuilding competitions if he took off his clothes. He truly was a man who could be called a "Hercules."

His snow-white hair was neatly groomed, and the single lens over his left eye added a touch of scholarly air to this old man. He always wore a gentlemanly smile on his face. Despite his age of one hundred and three, he didn't show a hint of the negative effects of aging that most people would have. Instead, he seemed like a bottle of Bordeaux wine that had been aged for many years, becoming more intoxicating with each passing year.

Hilbert Jean Anger.

If you didn't know the facts, it would be hard to imagine that the person standing in front of you was a one hundred and three-year-old man.

Lu Chen had no doubt that this Anger Principal, if he attended high society banquets, would still have young noble ladies falling for him. His charm hadn't diminished with time; it seemed to be in a state of positive growth.

The course "Dragon Clan Lineage," a compulsory course for freshmen, was taught by Principal Anger himself. It was the only course in which no student dared to skip classes.

The content of the course was simply nonsense. Even though Lu Chen wasn't a native of this world, he could tell that what was written in the textbooks was absurd.

Humans didn't learn to use fire by struggling against nature for millions of years, nor did they receive fire from Prometheus or Flint. It was the Dragon Clan who taught humans how to use tools and fire.

The Hun King Attila was a dragon, probably even a dragon king, so he was incredibly awesome and kept fighting until no one could stop him in Rome.

The emperors of China called themselves dragon descendants not to boast, but because most of them really were mixed-blood, and some ancient emperors even seemed to be Dragon Kings...

Even more absurdly, these things were true.

Lu Chen wasn't particularly fond of these cultural courses at first, but Principal Anger's class was humorous and interesting. Moreover, he did need to understand some of the history of this world to understand what kind of enemies he would be facing.

On the other hand, Chu Zihang was evidently a good student. While listening attentively, he occasionally made brief notes in his textbook.

Lu Chen had already started to consider that if he performed poorly in the final exam in the future, he would rely on Chu Zihang's notes.

"Alright, that's it for this class."

Glancing at the time on his pocket watch, Anger announced the end of the class. He never dragged on.

"Lu Chen, please stay back."

Lu Chen, who was originally planning to go to the cafeteria with Chu Zihang to enjoy a free meal, hesitated for a moment when he realized he had been singled out for some reason.

The other freshmen, however, all seemed to understand, thinking that it was normal for the first S-level freshman in the academy in recent years to attract the attention of the principal.

The new students sensibly left the classroom, and no one dared to eavesdrop in front of Principal Anger.

"Principal, is there something you'd like to discuss with me privately?"

Facing this old man alone, Lu Chen could faintly feel the pressure emanating from him.

This made him feel incredulous. He had never felt this kind of feeling from a living being before. His intuition had always been sharp, which meant that this old man not only could threaten him but was also much stronger than him!

Time Zero. Lu Chen thought of what his senior, Fingal, had mentioned to him about Principal Anger's linguistic abilities.

It was said that bullets were like sandbags thrown by children in front of Principal Anger; he could even cut open the throats of enemies in front of him after cutting through the bullets. As time passed, he would already be holding a glass of red wine there, tasting it as if the liquid entering his throat was not sweet wine but intoxicating power and authority.

This was the level of a royal assassin. As long as you were in the same space as him, your neck would already be held by his blade!

Lu Chen quickly realized that the physical test was far from his limit. If necessary, he could be ten times faster!

This was also why he had the confidence to imitate the linguistic abilities of Time Zero. But he knew full well that he could dodge bullets, but he couldn't outrun them. He was not faster than the old man in front of him.

"Are you accustomed to life in the academy?"

There was no inquiry about his studies, nor was there any criticism for Lu Chen occasionally zoning out during class. The gentle tone sounded like simple concern from an elder to a junior.

"Everything in the academy is fine. The students are polite, and the teachers' lectures are easy to understand."

Lu Chen was indeed quite satisfied, except for the courses in alchemical mechanics, which were like reading a foreign language to him.

Although he was definitely intelligent, asking someone who had only gradually mastered Arabic numerals after coming into contact with the West to directly learn advanced subjects that even Cambridge graduates might not understand was a bit strange. The span was just too great, and he had no intention of starting from scratch. If he had that time, wouldn't it be better to go out and slay dragons?

After hearing Lu Chen's words, Anger nodded with a smile. He had heard that this child had never been exposed to higher education before. He had only been taken in by his master and trained in martial arts at the martial arts gym. In terms of culture, he was only taught language and basic mathematics for living. Chinese was his mother tongue, and English was learned during the years his master took him wandering. When he settled down finally, he only had a superficial understanding of Vietnamese.

So Anger was very worried that this child would not be able to keep up with the academy's curriculum. After all, although the professors at the academy taught unusual things, many subjects still required a solid foundation, such as magical mechanical design and alchemical chemistry.

But in fact, although this child seemed to struggle a bit, he could still barely understand those complex and incomprehensible courses (actually, all his homework and assessments relied on clinging to Chu Zihang's thigh). Perhaps it was due to his bloodline advantage, but it could also be seen that this child was very clever.

"Anything else?"

Anger asked with a smile.

"Also... the free window in the cafeteria is really fantastic."

After thinking about it, Lu Chen praised.

Anger chuckled dumbfoundedly. He had heard of Lu Chen's reputation as a big eater. Recently, the cafeteria management department had even raised a document, "Personal Restrictions on the Free Window," which was now placed on his desk.