"Hmm, Caesar performed well. He has charisma and can quickly gather student council members, issue orders, and coordinate arrangements." Cao Ya nodded slightly. At times like this, many people panic. Having someone issue orders, regardless of whether the orders are correct or not, at least gives them a sense of calm. They don't need to think too much for the time being; they can just follow the orders.
It's no wonder that people often blindly follow others.
“Chu Zihang is also good. He is taciturn but can keep the situation in check, and the members of the Lionheart Society follow him.”
"The remaining batch of freshmen... Holy crap, they're actually being led by Lu Mingfei and Fingel?"
As Cao Ya looked further ahead, he blinked, wondering if he had made a mistake. But upon closer inspection, he realized that the leaders of the last batch of new students were indeed Lu Mingfei and Finger.
Of course, they weren't all freshmen; there were also members of Fingel's news department.
Moreover, most of the freshmen either joined the student council or the Lionheart Club; those who didn't participate in either club were actually a minority.
Lu Mingfei joined the Lionheart Society, and Chu Zihang did not refuse but readily agreed. However, the new students approached Lu Mingfei, so Lu Mingfei had no choice but to take on the task.
As the only S-rank student in the school, and having shone brightly on Freedom Day by taking down the leaders of two major clubs in the academy, Lu Mingfei's reputation is, to be honest, quite considerable.
In the illusion.
Fingel looked at the group of freshmen behind him, then at the loser beside him, feeling helpless.
Noticing Fingel's gaze, Lu Mingfei chuckled:
"Senior, I have no choice. They insisted on coming here. There are so many classmates, it would be too embarrassing to refuse."
"Sigh." Fingel sighed for what seemed like the umpteenth time. He pulled his thin jacket tighter around himself. It was what they wore to class. Summer was approaching, and they mostly wore short-sleeved shirts or t-shirts with a thin jacket over them, and only pants on their lower bodies. They didn't even have thermal underwear. In this freezing weather, they were freezing to death.
"Boss, someone's about to collapse." A member of the news department stepped forward, trembling and pale-faced.
Lu Mingfei and Fingel looked back and, sure enough, some of the new students weren't very strong. It was the turn of spring and summer, and they had caught a cold. In this godforsaken place, they were almost dead in an instant. After walking for a while, the cold wind was biting, and there was no food to replenish their energy. They were only able to hold on until now thanks to the fact that the mixed-race people all had excellent physiques. Otherwise, they would have been dead long ago.
Two or three steps behind Lu Mingfei, Ling Pingjing followed. She was in the same year as Lu Mingfei and only paid attention to him. She didn't pay attention to anyone else, such as Caesar or Chu Zihang.
Lu Ming insisted on leading the new students along a separate path, so she followed.
The students in the student council and the Lionheart Club are taking two different directions.
Since Cao Ya didn't say which direction led out of the snowy region, we could only guess.
As for using real-world methods to determine direction, don't be ridiculous. Cao Yaming said it's an illusion, so the direction isn't something Cao Yaming can decide on his own. What if he just happens to make it the opposite of reality?
No one dares to say it's impossible; given Cao Ya's wicked sense of humor, it's even more likely.
So the three groups of people went in three different directions.
Lu Mingfei gestured for everyone to stop and rest at the foot of the snow-capped peak ahead. He went to check on the classmate who had fainted; he was barely breathing and looked like he was about to die.
He took off his own clothes and wrapped them around the classmate, but it still didn't work.
Fingel sighed:
"It's no use, this student is doomed, he's going to fail the test."
As he spoke, he also took off his clothes, revealing his muscular physique.
Don't let Fingel's current dejected state fool you; he used to be a prominent figure at school, no less so than Caesar and Chu Zihang. But a mission resulted in heavy casualties, nearly driving Fingel to the brink of collapse, and he changed drastically.
Initially, he also received orders from Angers to secretly monitor and protect Lu Mingfei. Later, when Cao Ya took over, he canceled the order and let him handle things as he saw fit, making his own decisions. He could do whatever he wanted, and it didn't matter if he beat Lu Mingfei up.
Of course, the law is there for him; if he doesn't want to be a lawless outlaw, he should abide by the law.
Fingel was bewildered for a while, but after getting to know Lu Mingfei well, they became best friends. At Kassel College, the duo of Lu Mingfei and Fingel, the loser and the paparazzi, was quite famous.
In this small team of twenty or thirty people, Fingel and Lu Mingfei were the leaders.
Lu Mingfei was the most famous and highest-ranking among the freshmen, while Finger was the oldest and also led the news department, earning him the reputation of a paparazzi throughout the college.
Everyone respected them as leaders.
Seeing their actions now, I am even more convinced.
If it were them, they might not have made the decision so quickly to take off their clothes and give them to the patient.
After all, everyone is suffering in this snowy region, freezing cold and at risk of dying at any moment.
Fingel opened his mouth, wanting to persuade Lu Mingfei to give up, but then, as if remembering something, he closed his mouth again, remained silent, and sighed softly.
This scene caused many of Fingel's memories to surface uncontrollably.
Lu Mingfei knew that giving up on this classmate was the best option at this time, but he just couldn't bring himself to do it.
Their choice of me means they trust me… at least compared to Caesar and Chu Zihang, those two prodigies, they trust me more… If I abandon her, perhaps they won't blame me, and she herself won't feel anything, but deep down…
Lu Mingfei gritted his teeth. For some reason, he didn't feel so cold anymore. A surge of power welled up inside him, and his blood boiled and surged.
But what could Lu Mingfei do about the extreme cold, with heavy snow, freezing temperatures, and sub-zero temperatures of tens of degrees below zero?
Everyone could only watch helplessly as their classmate died in a coma. They all knew it was an illusion, and with Principal Cao Ya watching over them, no one would actually die.
But this feeling is really unpleasant. Your classmates and friends are freezing to death, and you can only watch helplessly, unable to do anything to help. That sense of powerlessness is hard to understand unless you've experienced it yourself.
Fingel lowered his head, not looking at the junior student who was about to breathe her last; there was a layer of tears in his eyes.
He could even guess why Cao Ya created such an illusion to test the students. Witnessing the deaths of classmates and friends while being powerless to do anything about it, that sense of vulnerability and despair could sometimes completely crush even a strong person.
And this is just an illusion; no one will actually die. Although it lacks that sense of reality, that's from a rational perspective. If you really enter the illusion and feel the biting cold wind, the endless snow, and the extremely low temperature, your reason will tell you that it's fake, an illusion, but your physical senses will tell you that if you can't get out, you will really die!
This feeling, if kept inside, is enough to drive a person crazy!
The group of more than twenty students all fell silent.
Lu Mingfei suddenly felt very uncomfortable. He knew it was fake, everyone knew it was fake, but he just felt uncomfortable. There was a feeling of anger stuck in his heart that he couldn't spit out or swallow.
Suddenly.
Lu Mingfei, suddenly inspired, grasped the classmate's hand and whispered:
"Don't die!"
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