Chapter 189: Foreshadowing of the Prologue
Obscure words came out of his mouth.

It was as if an old monk pushed a wooden hammer, and the morning bell rang towards the rising sun. The chaotic sound passed through heaven and hell, and the fallen wisdom would be ignited.

Various incomprehensible fragments flashed through his mind. Su Beixun couldn't see clearly, and the messy lines made his head hurt, and the paper in his hand was crumpled into a ball.

Something roared in his heart, and the strong chains stretched and trembled.

then……

The sun is falling!

All the light in the world disappeared. The sun fell into my eyes, lighting up the golden lake. The elements around me were rejoicing, and the flow brought a bleak cold wave.

The classroom was frozen.

Except for Lu Mingfei who was sleeping on the table, all the dancing students looked at him unconsciously. The golden light surrounded him, and the ordinary chair was coated with a gleam.

"Calm down! Child, calm down!" The door of the classroom was pushed open with a bang, and Manstein shouted, "It's okay! Everything you see is an illusion in your spiritual vision. It's safe here."

He ran over immediately after noticing something wrong on the surveillance camera, but the reality still shocked him. The air seemed to be filled with pheromones of ferocious beasts, which made the lambs step stiffly when they entered the territory.

But this feeling soon disappeared. The golden pupils slowly extinguished and turned back into scarlet eyes.

"Professor Manstein." Su Beixun held his head and greeted him, unable to hide his fatigue: "Can I go back first?"

He unfolded the crumpled paper in his hand and laid it flat on the table again.

"Of course." Manstein looked at the densely packed pictures and words on the paper, nodded and said, "Can I ask about your words?"

Word spirits are the biggest secret among the hybrids, but as the discipline committee member in charge of the students, he needs to keep a record of the words.

"Hypnosis is number 14 in the Word Spirit Sequence List." Su Beixun said.

"Is it the same type of word spirit as Toyama Masashi?" Manstein touched his bald forehead, feeling that it was both reasonable and not so reasonable.

After all, he was an A-level preliminary candidate. He knew Su Beixun and had read the report sent by Ye Sheng. He had made a rough assessment of the type of this child's spirit.

[Word Spirit: Hypnosis] was the most likely one in his guess. But after personally experiencing the pressure of Su Beixun's bloodline, he became unconfident.

"Are you sure? Could it be other spiritual words with similar manifestations?" Manstein couldn't help but say.

Although the bloodline level is not directly linked to the Word Spirit, it is a pity that such a high bloodline is only at the 14th sequence.

"Maybe." Su Beixun did not deny it: "But for now, I think it is most consistent with Sequence 14."

Manstein could only touch his chin after hearing what the client said. He picked up the papers on the table and said, "Go back and have a rest. We'll talk about the rest later."

Manstein picked up the test paper and walked in front, and Su Beixun followed slowly. The students who had been still around him began to frantically fight again, and just as he stepped out of the classroom, he saw a boy in a black suit in his peripheral vision.

Not Su Ziyi!
Su Beixun's pupils shrank, but he did not look back and walked out of the examination room calmly.

"That's great." Manstein smiled as he watched him disappear around the corner of the stairs. "It looks like the academy is going to produce another elite who can rival Chu Zihang and Caesar."

"Is it just A-level?" Nuonuo chewed gum and leaned against the wall: "Looking at the way he was just now, I would believe him if you said he was S-level."

"S-rank is good, but it's too difficult." Manstein shook his head. "Everyone sees something different when they enter the spiritual vision. Some will see their own past, while others will see the memories of dragons through their bloodline. Just like me, I heard the sound of wind cutting the sky apart during the spiritual vision."

"Oh~, you mean he saw something that dragons experienced, and out of self-preservation he unleashed his bloodline to cause a similar phenomenon?"

"It's possible, but who knows." Manstein shrugged. "What really made me believe that he is not S-rank is another reason."

He sighed with some regret: "It's because he didn't release the Word Spirit."

Nicholas Flamel, Vice President of Kassel Academy, S-class bloodline, Word Spirit: Discipline. The effect is to prevent the bloodline of the dragon race with a lower bloodline level than himself in the area from using the Word Spirit.

The effect of the commandment has been covering the entire academy. Su Beixun did not use the word spirit even when his spiritual vision was out of control and he used all his strength to ignite his golden pupil. Of course, his bloodline would only be lower than S-level.

Nuonuo understood. She glanced at the sleeping Lu Mingfei from the window, raised her head, and wondered what she was thinking.

##
"Brother." In the sunshine, a short hand waved at the door of the library.

The child stood in the shade of the tree, with his other hand on his forehead to block out the scattered spots of sunlight. He changed into white clothes, but he was still sticking out his tongue because of the heat.

Su Beixun suddenly wanted to laugh. He had a subtle feeling like a parent waiting attentively outside the school after the college entrance examination, and his confused mood unexpectedly began to calm down slowly because of his spiritual vision.

"Brother, how is it? What is your spiritual power?" The child ran over expectantly and circled around him.

"Word Spirit 14: Hypnosis." Su Beixun glanced at him and walked forward.

"Ah~!" The child screamed. He pursed his lips, and even the tuft of hair on his head drooped down dejectedly: "Why is it a spiritual type?"

"What happened to the psychic department?"

"Nothing." The child waved his hands weakly, his face miserable, "It's just that I feel like a victim whose treasure is being abused by a minotaur, but I am powerless to resist."

"...You know so much." Su Beixun's eyes twitched.

"Hehe." The child smiled innocently: "I also learned it after living with my brother for a long time."

"Have it?"

"Of course!" The kid raised his hand and gave an example: "When you watched "New Love White Paper", you criticized it in the comments. And when Bulma and Vegeta were together in "Dragon Ball", you seemed to be unable to accept it either."

“…You remember it very clearly.”

"Because these are memories with my brother." The child's eyebrows and eyes were curved, like Pamukkale under the morning sun.

He trotted after her, suddenly raised his hand and tentatively held Su Beixun's fingers.

Su Beixun froze for a moment. He was a little surprised that the child who was like a phantom on weekdays actually had a real touch at this moment.

"Can I?" the child asked pitifully. His black pupils were bright, flashing with expectation and pleading, like a colorful rainbow.

Su Beixun didn't say anything.

……

White clouds floated across the sun, and the flowers, plants, and trees were singing quietly. It seemed as if everything in the world came alive, and even the empty heart was filled.

But why?

Su Beixun was a little overwhelmed. This was the first time in his 17 years of life that he experienced this kind of feeling, a little repulsive, but also a little fond of it. It was like having two hearts in front of him, and he didn't know which one belonged to him.

"Because you are lonely." The child held his hand tighter.

His eyes were wandering, and his voice seemed to be following the wind: "Brother, you have been lonely for too long. So long that you have forgotten what it feels like to have someone accompany you."

He paused and said softly, "All life needs its own kind. No one wants to walk through the wilderness alone. Even the Black King is no exception."

Su Beixun lowered his eyes. He hesitated for a moment, then slowly took the child's hand and held it in his palm.

The land was baking with heat waves, and the two shadows merged and connected, as if they were walking in a scorching hell spewing out flames of karma, snuggling up to each other.

On and on.

##
The 3E exam is over.

Everyone's test paper was put into a black password box and taken away by Manstein.

Lu Mingfei woke up from his coma and rubbed his numb wrist, his eyes confused and dazed. He thought about the boy in the black suit in his dream and always had the urge to hug him and cry.

“Damn it! Could it be that I was infected by my good-for-nothing senior brother?!” Lu Mingfei’s face changed drastically. He always felt that after graduation, he would embark on the path of starring in romance movies with Finkel.

Shaking these distracting thoughts out of his head, he followed the crowd out of the classroom, and subconsciously looked back as he stepped through the door. The red-haired girl frowned and mechanically put away her pencil, as if she was troubled by something.

Lu Mingfei really wanted to ask her: Beautiful lady, is there anything I can do for you?
He would bend down slightly, as elegant as the Kaito Kidd wearing a monocle. The girl would scream, throw herself into his arms and say excitedly: Mr. Kidd, please steal my heart as well.

But that's not going to happen.

In reality, he could only take a look and then walk away silently. Nono is Caesar's girlfriend. She is carefully held in the heart of the man who is like an emperor. What can a loser do for her?

"Junior brother, let the taste subside." Finkel poked the pork elbow in front of him with a fork: "This thing is already unpalatable, and I can't swallow it with the taste of vinegar."

"Then you can change to a main course." Lu Mingfei rolled his eyes: "Besides, how can I smell jealous?"

At lunchtime, they sat under the curved dome of the restaurant, which looked like a cathedral from the age of chivalry, with a huge tree-shaped chandelier hanging in the center, each leaf a small crystal lamp.

"Ha, you're admitting it yourself, right?" Finkel pointed at him with his fork, the fat from his elbow still clinging to it. "If you really like her, just designate Nono as your girlfriend. This is your right to win the [One Day of Freedom]. Don't waste it."

“…He will be beaten to pieces by Caesar.” Lu Mingfei covered his face.

Finkel looked at him for a moment, his eyes showing contempt: "I see! You want to be a minotaur, but you don't have the courage to commit suicide in front of your husband."

He sighed: "Brother, you won't succeed this way. At least, you have to swing the hoe first."

"Why would you, Muchu, go and steal someone else's money?" Lu Mingfei grumbled, "You're still 'making a mistake in front of your husband', do you think we're filming a movie in Japan?"

"Then have you never imagined that the heroine in the movie has a face like Nono?" Finkel sneered.

He said earnestly, "Brother! There are only two kinds of people in this world, not minotaurs. Do you want to be a pure love warrior, protecting the love between Nono and Caesar till the end of time, and then crying while holding your child after they get married?"

Lu Mingfei stopped talking. He stuffed the elbow into his mouth, filling it up completely.

At this time, another person came in with a plate and sat at the third table in between.

"A top student?" Lu Mingfei was a little surprised and wanted to change the subject: "I don't think I saw him after the exam."

"He handed in his paper early," Finkel said. "One of my friends saw him go back to the dormitory halfway through the test."

"You can submit your paper early?" Lu Mingfei's mouth twitched. He looked at Finger again: "You have so many younger brothers. Is this the value of an eighth-grade senior?"

Lu Mingfei felt that there was a reason why this guy could get so much gossip.

"It was mainly a coincidence." Finkel lowered his voice: "When he came back, my little brother was trying to pry open his dormitory door and was almost caught!"

"Pry the door?"

"Yes." Finkel said with regret: "I privately sent his photos to some old customers in the Netherlands. They were willing to buy his private life photos for $5000 each. My younger brother went there to install the camera."

“5000 US dollars?” Lu Mingfei opened his mouth wide: “This is too much money!”

"Really?" Finkel smiled slyly and put his arm around his shoulders: "Aren't you and him from the same high school? Can you ask him out this afternoon?"

He held up three fingers in a heroic manner: "As long as you get what you want, I am willing to share with you the high profit of 300 US dollars for each photo!"

“Forget it. I don’t want to lower my bottom line to the same level as yours.” Lu Mingfei looked at him as if he were a scumbag.

##
Time passed quickly amid the noise and bustle.

Manstein took a photo of Lu Mingfei's test paper and sent it to the principal, then graded the remaining papers one by one. This was not difficult, as he just kept going over the eight dragon characters, and with Nuonuo's help, he was soon done.

"Thank you for your hard work." Manstein yawned and passed the results to Norma, scanning them one by one into the file and sealing them up: "Leave the rest to me."

"Professor." Nuonuo stood up but did not leave. "Aren't you still trying to find out the truth about Jose's attack on Lu Mingfei?"

"Yes." Manstein was in a headache. "Norma has already tracked and investigated the list, and found several suspicious places. I will need to manually screen it again later."

He was a little annoyed when he said this: "Damn Guderian, he called me a good friend when he needed my help, but he ran away when he saw I was in trouble!"

He swore angrily, "If I pay any attention to him next time we meet, I will be electrocuted to death in the electric chair!"

"Then..." Nuonuo said softly: "Do you need my help?"

Manstein looked at her and asked, "Are you still interested in this kind of thing?"

"It's just a part-time job." Nono stretched, her slender waist wrapped under her vest: "I believe the professor will give me a fair price."

##
It was late at night, and a tugboat was trembling in a storm in the upper reaches of the Yangtze River. The middle-aged man who had been talking to the principal stood in front of the cab, watching the rain hitting the front window.

His name is Manslundstedt, a professor at Kassel College, the captain of the ship, and the person in charge of the exploration of Baidi City in the Three Gorges.

Just 50 meters below the water surface, Ye Sheng and Jiude Aki were immersed in the blue-gray water flow, and the spotlight projected a short and hazy band of light.

A powerful bioelectric current erupted from one point. Ye Sheng manipulated his "snake" to spread along the cold river water to every crack.

【Word Snake】

This is his word spirit, which can control the bioelectric currents residing deep in his mind and explore the surrounding situation like millions of scouts.

Down, all the way down.

There was a faint golden light flowing in Ye Sheng's eyes, and his thoughts were traveling through the pipes that made up the world.

"There's a result!" Ye Sheng shuddered, his heart rate picked up, and his blood warmed up again: "About 40 meters below our feet, there is a huge piece of metal!"

##
Deafening bells.

Su Beixun paused as he stroked the book, frowning in surprise. He didn't know much about this school, and didn't know what was going on.

The phone vibrated. It was a message from Norma.

[Sudden emergency! Sudden emergency! Please come to the library control room immediately!] Su Beixun pulled up his coat on the back of the chair.

When I opened the door, I saw red lights flashing on the ceiling of the dormitory corridor. Men and women were wearing school uniforms with solemn expressions.

He blended in with the crowd.

When he arrived at the library's main control room, everyone was there. Chu Zihang and Caesar sat on the left and right sides, making a clear distinction between the Lionheart Club and the Student Union.

Lu Mingfei had also arrived, and Su Beixun was the last one.

The professors sat in the front row, including Professor Guderian and Professor Manstein, and Professor von Schneider from the Executive Department.

This professor, whom I had never seen before, had a black mask covering his face, a gas tube leading to a gas cylinder on a cart, and his neck was covered with dark red scars.

"Everyone, we need your help." His voice was low and sticky like a broken beehive iron, and his gray eyes swept around and quickly made the surroundings quiet.

"At this moment, two members of the executive department were trapped in a dragon ruin. The mechanism was triggered, and all the roads in and out were blocked."

He clapped his hands, and a huge three-dimensional simulation image appeared on the screen behind him. There was a burst of exclamations from below. It was a city! Under the river, which was unknown how deep, there was a city made entirely of bronze!

"The palace of Norton, the Lord of Bronze and Fire." Professor Schneider said, "Here are some pictures taken by the enforcement personnel. I guess they are the inscriptions cast in the Bronze City. I hope you can interpret them through spiritual vision."

Lives are at stake, this is a very urgent matter. Everyone took out their laptops from their bags and connected the data cables.

Su Beixun looked at the card slot on the table, hesitated, and swiped his student card.

The wooden tabletop flipped over and a tablet appeared.

Seeing this, Lu Mingfei, who was at a loss, quickly followed suit.

The screen lit up, and after a jump, a giant blue dome emerged. It was too big to fit in a large lens, so it could only be roughly stitched together using photos.

This is a strange tree, permeated with the unique aesthetic of dragons, majestic and solemn, just like the cold colors of the polar regions.

Su Beixun watched silently.

In his pupils, those thin veins suddenly moved. They twisted and entangled, disrupted and reorganized, showing him their true appearance.

But he didn't move.

On the computer screen, a huge three-dimensional map was refreshed, and the huge bronze city was analyzed into parts one by one.

And in the corner of the map it was clearly marked, "Lu Mingfei's interpretation results."

##
In the dormitory area, a figure was leaning against the wall and looking around. The alarm in the corridor had been turned off long ago. Most people had left, but he was still cautious.

However, he was right to be cautious.

Just before he reached his destination, he saw another colleague standing in front of the wooden door.

"It's you!" Finkel exclaimed.

Nuonuo, who was holding the key, froze for a moment and immediately turned around: "Fingal?"

"Why are you here?" Finkel was horrified: "Aren't all the A-levels summoned to the library?"

Nuonuo lowered his head and continued to work on his task: "It doesn't matter if I'm missing."

"So you came to pry open the door of the handsome junior's dormitory?" Finkel approached and lowered his voice: "Damn it! You and I won't have the same order, right? How much did your employer pay you?"

"Not a penny." Nuonuo rolled his eyes.

Finkel's expression suddenly became strange: "So... you are here for yourself? Are you going to kick Caesar?"

"What do you think?" Nono turned the doorknob, turned around, looked at the camera in Finger's hand and smiled: "You want to post this news on the forum? Sure, it might become a hit."

"Ahem, no way." Finkel laughed awkwardly, "I can't afford to offend your emperor-like boyfriend."

Nuonuo opened the door and said, "Come in, or we'll be seen."

Finkel immediately slipped in and gently closed the door.

He took a look inside the dormitory. There was no furniture except for the school rations, and every place had been carefully cleaned. The green ivy by the window was well cared for, and the water droplets on the leaves reflected the vibrant light.

"He's so effeminate, not even a man." Finkel looked at the black marks left on the floor by his clean enough feet and muttered unhappily, "My useless junior brother is still better."

Nono ignored him. She looked at the open book on the table and recognized it as a book of Hebrew mythology.

The friction between the table and cuffs, the dragging marks of the chair, the water stains on the balcony floor, and even the dust floating in the air...all the messy things flooded into Nuonuo's mind, and then formed a series of bizarre pictures.

Bang!

A noise startled her.

Finkel tried to open the closet, but found it was locked. He was immediately angry: "A single dormitory has a locked closet. Who is this guy trying to protect against?"

He had no awareness of being blocked, he looked at Nuo Nuo, licked his face and said: "Hey, lady, can you help me open this?"

Nuonuo thought about it and threw the key to him.

"By the way, how did you get this thing?" Finkel asked as he interrupted.

"It's not difficult. Every dormitory has a spare key, and there is someone in the student union who is responsible for managing this. I secretly switched the bag from him." Nuonuo scanned every corner with his pupils.

The cabinet door opens.

"Eh, there aren't many things." Finkel was surprised. He always thought that with Su Beixun's personality, his wardrobe should be filled with all kinds of fancy clothes.

But these are minor details!
"Let me see if there is anything I can sell." Finkel rubbed his palms.

But before he could do anything, Nuo Nuo kicked him to the ground.

"What are you doing!"

"Sorry, Senior Brother." Nono said with a smile, "My legs suddenly stopped working."

Finger howled miserably, but thinking that he was in someone else's dormitory, he immediately covered his mouth in the middle of the howl.

"Damn it! You must want to keep the reward money for yourself." Finkel's eyes were red: "I, the Messenger of Justice, will never allow you to do such a thing!"

Nuonuo curled her lips, "...Brother, you are so funny."

She hesitated for a moment and suddenly asked, "Brother, what do you think of Su Beixun?"

"What do you mean by 'how do you see it?'" Finkel groaned and got up. "I think if he goes to Japan, he will definitely become a household name. Young people all over the world will probably know him."

Nuonuo sighed: "Is this all the stuff in your heads?"

"You? Oh~" Finger's eyes were shifty, and he showed a sly smile: "Besides me, who else? Lu Mingfei? Or Caesar?"

"You are really extraordinarily perceptive in this area!" For the first time, Nuonuo realized what it meant to be speechless.

"Forget it." Finkel patted his butt. He took out a miniature camera from his pocket and said with a vigilant look: "No matter what your purpose is, don't disturb me from making money."

He said as he walked into the bathroom and carefully selected the best location for the photo.

"Jose Luis Chilavert." Nono suddenly uttered the name. Her eyes were cold, with absolute conviction: "This man! Su Beixun asked him to kill Lu Mingfei!"

Finkel paused for a moment. He asked in surprise, "Why do you say that?"

"Because I felt it." Nono said softly. Although she has A-level blood, she has not had the ability of words since she was a child. Instead, she has the ability of profiling.

She can use profiling to deduce the course of events, characters, etc., and her description is often very accurate.

When they first met in front of the plane, she subconsciously profiled him. It felt like seeing a piece of rotten meat mixed with blood.

And when she saw Jose in the hospital bed, she "smelled" the same smell.

"You want to say that Su Beixun and Jose are from the same organization? That's ridiculous!" Finkel frowned: "A Chinese and a Paraguayan, they are not related at all."

"What if it's through hypnosis?" Nono said.

She thought of Ye Sheng's experience with Jiude Aki: "What if Su Beixun controlled Jose through hypnosis? According to Norma's records, the two of them met in the library the night before yesterday."

"What kind of hypnosis can make a half-blood do such a thing? You think this is a movie." Finkel rolled his eyes: "Don't say he used the Word Spirit! If he can use the Word Spirit in Cassel, you don't think he is an S-level half-blood, right?"

"Why not?" Nuonuo asked back: "Does Lu Mingfei look like an S-level person?"

She was calm and composed, like a famous detective who knew everything. "I watched the 3E exam today. Although Professor Manstein said he was only A-level, I think his performance was far more than that."

"Then...what's the motive?" Finkel scratched his head, acting as a foil to the ignorant crowd of the detective: "Why would he have to kill his good-for-nothing junior brother? They went to the same school."

But the detective suddenly got stuck: "I don't know."

"That's why I came here." Nuonuo was a little annoyed. She glared at Finger: "Why do you talk so much nonsense?"

"It's your fault that you didn't answer it properly." Finkel shut his mouth aggrievedly.

He looked at the girl who had suddenly gone quiet, then looked at the camera in his hand, and asked at a loss: "So what have you found now?"

"I feel..." Nuonuo hesitated. She paused strangely, and after a long silence, she said, "There are two people living in this dormitory."

"Two people?" Finkel showed an expression of wanting to say something but stopping himself: "You mean, a beautiful woman hidden in a golden house?"

He lifted his chin up seriously: "Don't tell me, don't tell me! Su Beixun has not been anywhere except the dormitory these days, it is really possible that he is meeting a beautiful woman here... This kind of winner in life is really hateful!"

"But, I feel that it's a boy." Nuo Nuo's eyes were blurred, immersed in the picture in his mind: "Ten years old... No, only eight years old at most, about 115 cm tall, a little fat, and likes to sit on the table."

Finkel immediately took out his cell phone from his pocket.

"What are you doing?" Nuonuo glanced at him.

"Of course I called the police!" Finkel pressed the light up interface and called up the dial function: "Even if I'm a scumbag, I can't stand seeing this disgusting bastard! Let him go to prison and reflect on his mistakes. It would be best if he goes to a British prison!"

"You still want to call the British police to arrest him? Brother, please be serious!" Nono said, "All this is just my personal testimony. If I can't find solid evidence to kill him with one blow, I always feel that there will be trouble in the future."

"Then what do you think we should do?"

"Go and put the surveillance camera in a more hidden place." Nono ordered.

Finkel was stunned.

"Go quickly." Nono urged: "Also, take another piece of clothing from his closet. This way, even if the surveillance is discovered, it can be attributed to you selling his private photos to make money, and it won't be linked to Jose."

"No, Junior Sister." Finger was mad, pointing at the footprints on his buttocks: "Then why did you stomp on my foot just now?"

"Didn't I apologize?" Nuonuo blinked innocently.

##
Su Beixun walked out of the library, and the church bells rang. A large number of white pigeons poured out from the bell tower, circling in the air, chirping, and it was unknown how many hundreds or thousands of them fell.

"Someone left us." Someone suddenly said this behind him. The expressionless man walked to Su Beixun's side and said softly: "Although I just came to say hello now, but... it's been a long time."

"Yeah, long time no see." Su Beixun caught a fallen feather.

He knew Chu Zihang. They were only one grade apart. Just like Zhao Menghua, he had also met him at the commendation meeting.

"Lu Mingfei." Chu Zihang patted the poor guy who was walking with his head down.

Lu Mingfei raised his head and subconsciously forced a smile: "Senior brother, Xueba...what's the matter?"

"This is my formal request." Chu Zihang said solemnly, "Please join the Lionheart Club."

"Not interested." Su Beixun left without looking back.

Lu Mingfei was at a loss for words. He was a little envious, envious of the top student who could ignore everything and do whatever he wanted. He was totally unable to do that.

Just now in the library, a guy named Qilan invited him to join the freshman fraternity as president, and now he received an invitation from the Lionheart Club.

He didn't know how to choose, and felt that no matter which side he rejected, it would be uncomfortable. His senior brother had just been rejected by the top student, and if he also rejected him, it would be too disrespectful to his senior brother.

But Qilan was also very enthusiastic and admired him very much.

That's what a loser is like. Maybe because of his inferiority complex, he doesn't want to offend anyone.

"It doesn't matter." Chu Zihang suddenly said calmly: "It doesn't matter which side you join. I will be happy with someone like you, whether as a friend or an opponent."

He dropped his eyes and turned away.

Only Lu Mingfei was left standing there, unable to cry.

Is this a threat? Is this a naked threat? What does "I am happy whether we are friends or opponents" mean? It's like a girl smiling with narrowed eyes saying "If I can't love you, I would rather kill you."

He suddenly felt like the male protagonist in "School Days". If he refused, the female protagonist would cut off his head one day.

“No, Brother!” Lu Mingfei wailed, “Don’t learn from Gui Yanye!!”

(End of this chapter)