Dragon Clan: They're all insane, and you still want me to slay dragons?

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Gao Kui might be in this situation, with a bloodline percentage of Super A grade and an even higher percentage of superior genes than the average Super A grade. In this case, we would raise the bloodline rating of this hybrid.

In addition to lineage ratings, there are also ratings from the executive department.

After graduating and undergoing a period of training, the A-level hybrids have made significant progress in their ability to handle various matters. In most cases, they are no less capable than ordinary S-level specialists. At this point, we will upgrade the specialist level of this A-level hybrid to Super A or S-level. Currently, many specialists in the Kassel Executive Department have had their specialist levels upgraded in this way.

Strictly speaking, this level of specialist still can't truly compare to mixed-race individuals with strong original bloodlines. Therefore, students whose bloodlines reach A-level or higher within the school are truly exceptional.

Everyone suddenly realized.

"Hey, is it possible that my junior brother's bloodline could be upgraded to S-rank? If we upload this news to the forum, it will definitely shock the entire Kassel."

Fingel took out his computer, used a card reader to upload the photos he had just taken, along with the previous photos, to the Night Watchers forum. After a moment's thought, his fingers flew across the keyboard as he typed the title and content of the post.

"Lightning struck from the east and shone directly to the west. The Northern Qi prince, whose messianic bloodline is suspected to be more than Super A, is about to arrive in Kassel..."

Fingel read the post title aloud, making sure it was attractive enough, before pressing enter to upload the firsthand report—which required payment to read in its entirety—to the Night Watchers forum, and then pinned it to the top.

"For the past two months, I've been sharing your handsome daily photos, junior brother. They've garnered a lot of clicks and are very popular. Everyone wants to know who this mixed-race person, whom Principal Angers calls the Messiah, really is."

In this post, I've uploaded a few more photos that I haven't posted before, along with the gimmick of supposedly having S-class bloodline. I believe this post will soon become the most popular post on the forum.

"Senior, it seems like the post you made is a paid post."

Finger put his arm around Gao Kui's shoulder and praised him with great enthusiasm: "Hey, junior brother, you're so handsome, and my photography skills are so superb. Wouldn't it be too good for them to just let them see those handsome photos for nothing?"

We absolutely have to charge; it would be a disservice to both of us not to.

"Shouldn't you settle my modeling fee? I haven't received a single penny from you in over two months."

Seeing Fingel make a fortune from his photos, Gao Kui felt a heart-wrenching pain, even more so than if he had lost money himself.

“No more, no money. All the money I earned went to pay off my debts. I have at least dozens of creditors in Kassel, and they urged me to pay them back as soon as they found out I was making money.”

Fingel pulled out his clean pockets, spread his hands out, and then put on a fawning smile: "Besides, I'm just helping you out. My teacher asked me to introduce you to some pretty upperclassmen, so this is the only way I can help you generate some buzz and earn some extra money to help with household expenses..."

"Forget about the previous ones, starting with this post, all money earned using my photos and topics must be split 50/50."

“A 50/50 split is definitely not going to work. I have a lot of underlings in my news agency who are waiting for me to support them. At most, I’ll give you 30%…” Fingel shook his head repeatedly.

"can."

Gao Kui didn't care how much he earned; he was just bored and wanted to find a topic to chat with Finger to pass the time.

After signing the profit-sharing agreement, Gao Kui's attention suddenly shifted to Fingel's computer screen. Apart from the post that had just been highlighted and pinned, there was another post on the forum that consistently maintained high popularity.

What's the deal with that post?

"Oh, that's a post from this year's Freedom Day live stream."

Finger explained, "Didn't I tell you before that my boss is the student council president, Caesar? Actually, besides the student council, there's another club in the school called the Lionheart Club. Or rather, before that, the Lionheart Club was the number one club in Kassel."

In recent years, the school has approved and launched an event called Freedom Day. Usually before the official start of the semester, the Lionheart Club and the Student Council will compete in a pre-arranged manner on Freedom Day to win the right to use Norton Hall, the school's most historic clubhouse.

Today happens to be Free Day, and the members of the news agency who have already returned to school will provide timely reports and live broadcasts on the Night Watchers forum. Special sections will also be set up for related topics.

That post, the one from the Freedom Day live stream, let me see it…

Fingel clicked on the post, and a nine-grid live stream interface immediately appeared on his computer screen: "Oh, the competition between the Lionheart Society and the Student Council is just past the halfway point. By the time we fly to the school, it should be almost over."

Chapter 98 A Day of Freedom

The crimson cobblestone path is lined with French maple and plane trees, and the rooftops and lawns of the medieval castle-style buildings are filled with young Kassel students.

Many people had their faces painted with colorful paints and patterns, which were the symbols of the Lionheart Society and the Dragon Blood Society of the Student Council.

The students, brimming with youthful energy, held up cans of beer and giant tifos to cheer on the Lionheart Club and the Student Council as they battled it out.

Four extremely exaggerated motorcycle racers sped along the pre-planned campus roads. This was the competition that Lionheart Club and the Student Union had agreed upon this year: MOTO GP.

Each side sent out two riders to drive two motorcycles and compete in a speed contest that covered 800 kilometers plus one lap around a pre-planned road within the campus.

The team whose motorcycles cross the finish line first wins the race and gains the right to use the Norton Arena.

"So it's just four motorcycles racing around the school, what's the point? There's nothing interesting about it. How could the Lionheart Club and the student council choose such a boring competition?"

The Black Hawk helicopter arrived in Kassel, but due to the chaos at the school and everyone's interest in this year's Freedom Day, it did not land immediately. Instead, it hovered over Kassel to watch the game live from a high vantage point.

Gao Kui leaned against the porthole and looked down, watching four fully armed riders speeding through the campus on motorcycles. He found it all rather boring.

“Junior brother, you’re not an expert. It may look like four drivers are setting lap times on the track, but this race is actually a comprehensive competition of the two clubs’ overall abilities.”

Fingel expressed his disdain for Gao Kui's ability to appreciate art.

Chen Motong nodded in agreement, and although Chu Zihang didn't say anything, he seemed to have figured something out as well.

"How so?" Gao Kui immediately became interested. How could a small motorcycle race be a contest of both sides' overall abilities?

"Do you see those four motorcycles?"

Finger pointed to the motorcycles that were driving near the church and not far from each other, and said, "Apart from the tires, fuel, and frame, all the other parts on those four motorcycles were put together by students from the two clubs in one week."

How to reduce wind resistance, how to increase downforce, and how to maximize engine power and fuel efficiency while ensuring safety...

This involves at least a dozen major professional fields such as mechanical dynamics, kinetic mechanics, and aerodynamics, testing the comprehensive logistical capabilities of the students in the two clubs.

The logistics personnel on both sides were racking their brains trying to assemble those four motorcycles as quickly and efficiently as possible.

Finger described, in the most exaggerated possible tone, the difficulty and technical sophistication required for both groups to produce these four motorcycles.

However, Gao Kui only noticed Fingel's choice of words: "You used the word 'zan' very well, it has the style of Chen Tian Auto Parts City."

From here, the topic may veer off course.

However, Finger was not fooled. After spending more than two months with Gao Kui, he had mastered the way to communicate with him: no matter what Gao Kui said, as long as it was not important, he would not listen or respond, and he would just say what he wanted to say. Gao Kui's attention would then jump back to the right track.

“Look over there,” Fingel said, pointing to a lawn behind the church.

The racetrack that encircles the entire community branches off from the church and leads there, with several simple pergolas erected at either end of the lawn.

Under the canopy were a bunch of electronic devices that Gao Kui couldn't understand at all. A dozen or so members wearing the student council and Lionheart Club's exclusive school uniforms and noise-canceling headphones were intently operating the electronic devices and communicating with each other.

"That's the logistics and maintenance area where the strategy team is located."

Fingel continued, "The entire race is over 800 kilometers long. The motorcycles that both sides assembled, even with their fuel tanks fully loaded, can only travel a little over 200 kilometers. In addition, there are tires, which are divided into three grades based on their hardness: soft, medium, and hard."

Whether it's refueling or changing a tire, both processes take time, but both parties have to make multiple stops at the station.

Then, a full tank of fuel will slow down the speed but require fewer trips to the pits. Soft tires are faster than hard tires but are less durable and require more frequent trips to the pits.

With full oil, half oil, and soft, medium, or hard tires, both drivers must first formulate the best strategy that allows them to complete the race as quickly as possible, based on their understanding of the track and the car.

At the same time, it is also necessary to develop targeted strategies based on the other party's entry strategy.

"Did you see that girl with blonde hair in the green school uniform?"

Fingel then pointed to a girl from the student council.

Gao Kui nodded: "I saw her, she's quite pretty, but unfortunately her breasts aren't very big, and her figure isn't as hot as Nuonuo's."

"Hey, even if you want to comment on my figure, at least wait until I'm not around," Chen Motong protested.

"She's Isabel, the head of the student council's dance troupe. You know, female dancers generally don't have very large breasts."

Fingel first introduced Isabel's identity, then pulled out a crumpled $20 bill: "I bet you $20 that Isabel is definitely using hacking techniques to try and break into the Lionheart Society's internal information system in order to obtain their strategies."

They might even directly use the other party's communication system to issue incorrect instructions to Lionheart riders, such as summoning them to the pits to cause them to waste extra track time.

"Too babyish."

"It's just a car race, yet they've used hacking techniques. Is this some kind of Mission: Impossible or James Bond movie?"

"This is also part of the competition of overall strength between the two sides."

Fingel defended Isabel, saying, "Aside from a few rules that must be followed, both sides can use whatever tactics and methods they are good at, including but not limited to espionage, electronic warfare, and in short, anything and everything."

"And I'd bet you another $20 that it's not just Isabel playing electronic warfare; the Lionheart's computer experts are definitely launching attacks on the student council's information channels and servers right now."

Chen Motong took out a stack of $20 bills, counted out two, and handed them to Finger: "How did you know?"

Fingel took the banknotes with satisfaction and stuffed them into his pocket, then puffed out his chest: "Because I was the one who told both sides about this plan."

"If I remember correctly, you're a member of the student council, right? You're selling to two different companies. Aren't you afraid your boss will find out and give you a hard time?" Chen Motong complained speechlessly about Fingel's professional ethics.

Fingel sighed again: "It's my fault for owing so much debt. I believe Caesar will understand me."

"and many more."

Gao Kui's attention suddenly drifted elsewhere: "Where did you pull that crumpled $20 bill from? You shouldn't have anything in your pocket."

Could it be that you learned from Andy in "The Shawshank Redemption"...?

In The Shawshank Redemption, Andy, in order to make his life more comfortable in prison, stuffed a roll of US dollars into a leather swallow to evade the prison guards' search and smuggle it into the prison.

However, this method of smuggling items into prison is gradually becoming unworkable. Currently, most American prisons check prisoners' skins along with their clothes when inspecting them.

"Hey~"

Chen Motong leaned back in disgust, and even Chu Zihang, who was sitting in the same row as Fingel, silently increased the distance between himself and Fingel.

"It's not what you think, it's not that dirty!"

Fingel lifted his shirt and pointed to his waistband: "I sewed a small pocket inside my pants at the waistband, where I usually keep my cash."

"To guard against Black robbers in the US?" Gao Kui immediately thought of Ni Ge, who was rampant in the US.

Fingel smiled broadly: "Yes, yes."

"You, a burly mixed-race man, are actually afraid of Brother Ni?"

“You know those guys aren’t very bright, who knows if they’d shoot you for $20…” Fingel muttered, criticizing the intelligence of the Black community.

"Oh, I suddenly realized I shouldn't have been racist."

Gao Kui's expression changed, and his thoughts began to race again: "It's better for us to talk about this in private. It's not good for the mixed-race black people in Kassel to hear it."

"Yes, we really shouldn't be racist."

Fingel first put on a stern face, then smiled meaningfully: "However, Kassel has not had any mixed-race students for ten years. In fact, even if you count all over the world, mixed-race people are only a very small minority, and their bloodline is generally very low."

The dominant mixed-race population is predominantly Asian and Caucasian, with these two groups roughly splitting the population in half and together making up 99% of all mixed-race individuals.

"A generous gift from Mama Fakshe."

Gao Kui, speaking with a thick East Coast accent, complained: "So, racial discrimination has a long history, even dragons are fucking racist."

Chen Motong chuckled and joined in the conversation: "No mole, let's have some Black jokes."