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

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"Stop talking, stop talking..." Fingel nudged Gao Kui quietly, and the junior's face changed.

Unfortunately, this level of reminder obviously couldn't bring Gao Kui back from his unrestrained thinking: "You guys don't really think that girls' feet smell sweet, do you?"

I forget exactly when, but I remember visiting the cheerleading rehearsal room of Shilan Middle School before. At the time, I also thought that girls' feet must smell sweet, but the reality was quite different from my expectations.

The stench emanating from the shoe cabinet was giving me a headache. The floor inside was stinky, like a jar of pickled cabbage that had been fermenting for over ten years, the stench had seeped right in…”

Gao Kui ruthlessly shattered everyone's illusions about youthful and energetic beauties. No matter how pretty a girl is, or how energetic a cheerleader or dancer is, her feet will still be sore and smelly during rehearsals.

Finger's divergent thinking was not much less than Gao Kui's; following the cheerleaders, he thought of other things: "My boss, César Gattuso, the president of the Kassel student council, also formed a ballet company..."

Cesare Gattuso was incredibly cool in Casselna. He declared war on the entire student body as soon as he enrolled, became the student council president in his freshman year, and led the student council to defeat the Lionheart Society on Freedom Day to gain access to the Norton Hall.

But the thought of those delicate white-clad dancers surrounding Caesar, whose tiny feet might be steaming hot like pickled cabbage at some point, made Fingel almost lose his composure...

Xia Mi's eyes reddened as she rushed to Gao Kui's side, supporting his long, slender, white legs: "It smells good, it smells good! My feet don't smell bad at all, smell it if you don't believe me!"

With just a casual lift of her leg, without even using her hands to straighten it, Xia Mi effortlessly achieved a standing split, her small foot easily lifting over her head and resting on Gao Kui's shoulder.

"Alright, alright, it smells good, it smells good..." Gao Kui suddenly tilted his head back to avoid Xia Mi's feet, grabbed the girl's slender ankle, and tried to put the girl's feet down.

She can do a standing split in a flash; she's a genuine soft girl, just a little bit fierce.

After a while of playful fighting, Xia Mi finally let Gao Kui go, her little face still puffed up with anger, like a frightened pufferfish.

Gao Kui pulled the girl to sit at the dining table and handed her a cup of milk tea: "I had a brain fart and said the wrong thing just now. I apologize to you now. I will take responsibility for my actions. If you are still angry, you can kill me anytime."

Here, have a cup of milk tea to calm you down.

Xia Mi held the milk tea in both hands, still fuming. She turned her face away from Gao Kui and instantly got into character: "Is this milk tea for everyone, or is it just for me?"

Can't you see all those milk teas on the table?

"These are the two extra cups."

Xia Mi's eyes were filled with dewdrops, as if she were about to cry, and she said in a low voice, "I knew it. If it weren't for what others had left over, you wouldn't have given it to me."

Gao Kui clapped his hands and said, "This time she really captured the essence of Lin Daiyu. She's practically straight out of the book. If you had been born 20 years earlier and auditioned for the 'Dream of the Red Chamber' production team, Chen Xiaoxu definitely wouldn't have gotten the role of Lin Daiyu."

In terms of eyes and demeanor alone, Xia Mi may not be better than Chen Xiaoxu, but Xia Mi has an advantage that Chen Xiaoxu does not have: Xia Mi is too beautiful.

"Hey!"

Xia Mi instantly lost her composure, grinning smugly while holding the milk tea: "You acted very well, didn't you? Even my teachers at school said I have talent."

A film crew for a teen idol drama once came to our school to cast actors. The director immediately took a liking to me and wanted me to play the school beauty, but I thought it was too much trouble and didn't go.

Seeing that Xia Mi didn't seem angry at Gao Kui's outburst during his illness, Guderian breathed a sigh of relief and urged everyone to sit down and eat.

As they ate, Guderian realized that something was off: Chen Motong seemed to be being neglected.

There were only a few people at the dinner table. Chu Zihang didn't talk to anyone; Fingel talked to everyone, but he and Xia Mi got along particularly well, and the two huskies often seemed to be on the same wavelength.

Xia Mi sat next to Gao Kui. She seemed to be able to chat with anyone, but she seemed to be closer to Gao Kui. She talked more with Gao Kui than with all the other people combined.

They could talk about anything from "Dream of the Red Chamber" to Jiang Baishi, from Jiang Baishi to Zhu Yizun, and from Zhu Yizun to "Hail the Judge." The topics changed very quickly.

Xia Mi seemed to be addicted to playing with memes, and no matter how much Gao Kui disliked Jia Baoyu, she still called him "brother, brother."

As for Gao Kui, his differential treatment of the two girls was even more obvious.

Gao Kui mainly chatted with Xia Mi, but whenever other people at the dinner table joined in or started a new topic, Gao Kui would generally chat for a few minutes, regardless of whether it would steer the conversation off-topic.

Chen Motong was the only exception.

Gao Kui never responded to Chen Motong's remarks. Even when Chen Motong joined his conversation, he would basically ignore her, as if he hadn't heard her at all, and continue chatting with others as if Chen Motong were air.

This creates a strange situation where everyone is fawning over Xia Mi, while Chen Motong is being neglected.

Chen Motong, who was ignored and disregarded, was not embarrassed or annoyed. Instead, her smile grew wider and wider, and she interrupted Gao Kui's conversation more and more frequently, as if in a competitive spirit.

Realizing the atmosphere was not right, Professor Guderian became increasingly apprehensive, feeling as if he had a thorn in his side.

Is it sweat?

Oh, so it was urine.

That's right. I, Guderian, have seen all kinds of situations. How could such a small scene possibly make me sweat?

Chapter 42 Dormitory Night Talk

In fact, Chen Motong wasn't as unhappy as Guderian imagined.

On one level, Chen Motong is very similar to Gao Kui when he is not having an attack. He seems to be bright, cheerful, enthusiastic and generous, and can talk a lot of nonsense, but in reality he is indifferent to everyone.

So-called cheerfulness, positivity, and politeness are nothing more than a disguise to fit into society and create a harmonious atmosphere. The true thoughts have long been protected by an unbreakable wall of the heart, not allowing anyone to peek into them.

The only difference is that Chen Motong's inner wall is built upon her masterful cheerfulness, enthusiasm, and politeness; she knows what her true thoughts are beneath that wall.

Gao Kui's inner world is composed of only a small amount of cheerfulness and politeness; the vast majority of his inner world is "mental illness." Gao Kui himself doesn't even know what his true thoughts are beneath the walls of his heart.

In short, they are all extraordinary people who are hard to understand.

Chen Motong, who possesses the ability to profile and deduce the course of events and the true thoughts of others from minute details, has been curious about Gao Kui since the first time she saw him.

The "mentally ill patient" that Professor Guderian mentioned was not a madman in the conventional sense. If he were truly a madman, Chen Motong would not have bothered to probe Gao Kui's true thoughts.

Normally, Gao Kui only has free-flowing and scattered thoughts. His divergent thinking is always logical and interconnected, and he is not a "madman" in the true sense.

But Chen Motong couldn't understand it, she couldn't understand it at all.

Her profiling skills were completely ineffective when facing Gao Kui, who was like a mysterious black hole, attracting all light but not allowing anyone to peer into him.

Chen Motong, who considers herself a little witch and can read anyone's thoughts, or at least some of them, experienced a sense of defeat for the first time.

What made Chen Motong even more uneasy was that Gao Kui could maintain a facade of enthusiasm and politeness towards everyone, but he made an exception for her.

Aside from a few words exchanged when Xia Mi was hanging on the wall, Gao Kui mostly ignored her, not even bothering to put on a show.

At first, Chen Motong thought that Gao Kui might not be very good at communicating with girls. After all, Professor Guderian's intention to bring them together was too obvious, so it was normal for Gao Kui to feel at a loss for a while.

However, Gao Kui was very enthusiastic towards Xia Mi, talking about everything with her like a long-lost friend, which was a completely different attitude from how he treated her.

After dinner, Professor Guderian called the cafeteria staff to clean up the mess and arrange dormitories for everyone.

Finger naturally moved into the same ward that Gao Kui and Chu Zihang had previously stayed in. The ward was very large, even larger than Brother Jie's house, and could easily accommodate three beds.

Besides, there are only three boys in two rooms, so it wouldn't be appropriate to take any of them out alone, as it would be detrimental to unity.

Chen Motong and Xia Mi stayed in another ward at the end of the corridor.

Chen Motong grabbed Xia Mi and pulled the girl, who was practically glued to Gao Kui, away with a smile: "Let's go. This is my first day here too. A lot of things in the ward haven't been changed yet. It'll take a lot of work. Don't try to slack off."

Also, it seems there's only one bathroom in the ward, and it'll take who knows when we'll finish cleaning the room; we might end up showering together.

Hehehe, I'd like to see exactly where I fall short of you.

Chen Motong looked the girl up and down; her flat stomach and almost flat chest were the last vestiges of Xia Mi's "perfection."

Xia Mi crossed her arms and cried out to Gao Kui in a panic, "Help me, my beloved brother! There's a female hooligan..."

However, Xia Mi's cries for help were destined to go unanswered, just like Awei when he was attacked by Jie Ge. No matter how desperately he screamed, it could not reach Binbin's heart.

Boys have no right to interfere in girls' pranks.

In the dormitory converted from a hospital ward, Gao Kui, having finished washing up, lay lazily on the bed, wiping the blade of [Longinus]. He had just done a quick test, and the healing effect of [Longinus] had not worn off.

It didn't fail on him, at least not on him.

Chu Zihang lay on the middle hospital bed, leaning against the headboard, holding his laptop and typing furiously, chatting with Chu Tianjiao on QQ.

Like a young boy experiencing his first love, Chu Zihang had countless things to say to his father. However, being a man of few words, he could only express his innermost thoughts through writing.

"Hey, junior, why haven't you been talking to junior sister Nuonuo?"

Fingel, wrapped in a blanket and with a towel around his wet head, walked out of the bathroom and immediately asked gossip questions: "Xia Mi is definitely a good girl, an angelic junior, loved by everyone, and flowers bloom for her. No one could dislike her."

But junior sister Nuonuo is just as good, she's a stunning beauty, one in a million, and her figure is even better than junior sister Xia Mi's. Overall, she's about the same as junior sister Xia Mi.

Nuonuo, your junior, kept trying to chat with you at the dinner table. Even if she doesn't like you, it's not far off. Let me tell you, if a girl doesn't like you, she won't even bother to say a word to you.

Oh, just like how you treated your junior, Nuonuo.

Most importantly, Xia Mi is a junior. No matter how good a girl is, it's useless if you can see her but not touch her. We are all going to Kassel at the end of August, and Xia Mi still has to attend a preparatory course for two years.

Long-distance relationships are tough; it's much better to have a beautiful girlfriend right now.

Ok?

There is gossip!

The clicking of the keyboard slowed down, and Chu Zihang remained outwardly calm, but secretly perked up his ears.

Gao Kui wrapped Longinus in old newspapers again and threw it under the bed: "Senior brother, you seem very curious about my personal relationships."

"Isn't it natural for a senior brother to care about his junior brother?"

Fingel said, "And the teacher told me to pay more attention to your emotional problems and to help you find a girlfriend. I've even prepared your marriage proposal, which can be posted on the school forum and pinned at any time."

"Thank you so much, senior brother."

Gao Kui thanked him sincerely and replied, "You already told me why I don't chat with Nuonuo. I don't like her, so much so that I don't want to say another word to her."

"How could I not like her? Junior Sister Nuonuo is just as good, isn't she? She's beautiful, has a great figure, and a wonderful personality. Even if you prefer Xia Mi, you can't say you don't like Nuonuo."

Yes, why wouldn't I like Chen Motong?

"Because I have absolutely no idea what she's thinking. Talking to her is really tiring, the kind of tiring that makes your head feel like it's going to explode."

Gao Kui didn't "dislike" Chen Motong, but rather "disliked" him.

People often use phrases like "saying one thing and meaning another" or "remaining calm and collected" to describe someone as unfathomable, but such words are completely inadequate to describe Chen Motong's "unfathomable" nature.

Often, what a girl says doesn't necessarily reflect what she truly thinks; her words may convey one meaning, while her true feelings may be quite different.

Gao Kui gets along well with this kind of girl. He's not the kind of voyeur who likes to pry into other people's minds. They just laugh it off on the surface and get by.

The difficulty in understanding Chen Motong lies in the fact that she deliberately uses the second sentence to contradict the content of the first sentence, making it impossible for you to guess what she is trying to express.

The world inherently gave Gao Kui a sense of illusion and alienation, and he was constantly suspicious of everything around him: Am I hallucinating again...?

On this basis, Chen Motong's unfathomable nature gave Gao Kui an even more obvious sense of illusion, like a flower in water or the moon in a mirror.

As Alan Tam once said, "Flowers in the water cannot be picked; you can only look at them, not pluck them. If you insist on picking them, you will only end up with nothing but wasted effort and added trouble."

If we were to describe a girl using a book, Chen Motong would be like an obscure and difficult-to-understand ancient book, lacking in both text and words. To understand her, you would first need to be intelligent enough, and secondly, she would have to be willing to let you read her.