Starting from the Dragon Clan

Chapter 76 Are there any pure-blooded dragons that are bigger and won't turn into humans?
As the train stopped, a black figure appeared beside the empty ticket gate. It was a man in a dark green conductor's uniform, ringing a small golden bell in his hand, with a golden conductor's badge pinned to his hat, and holding a credit card machine in one hand.

At this time at about eight or nine o'clock in the evening, the traffic at the Chicago train station is still very large, but so many people did not stop their eyes on the classically dressed train conductor, and the occasional glances seemed to see There was a cloud of air, as if only Mo Qiuran and others could see him in the entire huge train station.

"The school forum was about to explode just now, and everyone was discussing the special recruitment of freshmen to deal with the pure-blooded dragon clan," the conductor said with a little respect when he took the ticket Mo Qiuran handed over, "I seem to be witnessing The beginning of a legend."

"Thank you for the compliment." Mo Qiuran said

"Thank you for the compliment." Fingel also said.

"Oh, I'm not talking about you Fingal... Well, in a sense, you are also a legend. I think you were an 'A' when I picked you up. What grade is it now?" the conductor said. ask.

"It's a 'D' now," Fingel shrugged. "I heard that the next semester will drop to an E... But it doesn't matter, I am a man who starts and ends, and I will never give up!"

"I'm looking forward to it," said the conductor. "It's a good thing to see familiar faces every year, isn't it?"

"It's like you're cursing me."

"No, I'm really looking forward to your ability to create a legend that has never been seen before...Maybe one day the school may create a new level for you alone? What is the lowest level now? F? The next word is G?"

As he spoke, he swiped Mo Qiuran's card over the ticket inspection machine, and there were green lights and cheerful music on it.

"It's okay, just continue to create for me, and I will become an S in more than ten years." Fingel is extremely optimistic.

"Why don't other people seem to see us?" Mo Qiuran asked, "No one seems to even care about this train?"

"This is the effect of his spiritual speech, which reduces the sense of existence." Fingel replied.

"Such a large range? The bloodline must be high, right?" Mo Qiuran raised an eyebrow.

"Of course not, I'm just a B-level, I can do it because of the alchemy matrix carried on this train, but it can only last for a while," the conductor shook his head and said, "But it's enough, it's enough to make this train The feeder bus specially approved by the Chicago government avoids the phenomenon of false boarding, because this bus goes directly to Cassel College, if ordinary people go there, it may be a little trouble.”

"I see," Mo Qiuran pondered, "Isn't this similar to the nine and three-quarters station setting in "Harry Potter"?"

"It's very similar, so the college conducted a special investigation on it back then, and finally found out that it was a misunderstanding." The conductor said and took Chu Zihang's and Finger's tickets and swiped them again, with cheerful music and a weak "" Toot".

"This kind of differential treatment at the class level is really reflected in all aspects. I think the sound of music sounded when I swiped my card back then." Fingel said with a sad face.

"Isn't it enough to graduate early?" the conductor asked back.

"So I'm struggling for credits..." Fingel sighed.

"Come on, I wish you success as soon as possible, but what is certain is that I can see you again in September." The conductor encouraged perfunctorily.

The three of them followed the conductor onto the platform, and saw the high-speed train. Behind the glaring headlights was a streamlined black body. The dazzling silver-white arabesques spread out on the black paint surface. It was as gorgeous as a work of art. It looked the same as the magnetic truck ticket in their hands before, and there was a familiar figure standing outside the only sliding door—it was the principal.

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"Norma made a timetable after you got off the plane, and found that it took only half an hour to solve the pure-blooded dragon... Instead, it took three hours in the steakhouse." The principal will Two cups of fragrant tea were passed to Mo Qiuran and Chu Zihang, "Try it? The tea my old friend in China gave me during the Chinese New Year."

Across an oak table, Mo Qiuran, Chu Zihang and the principal sat opposite each other. The train was speeding in the dark night, but there was hardly any sound inside, not even a slight vibration. The carriage was decorated in a typical European style , the dark green sofa is embroidered with gold threads, and the walls are covered with various artistic patterns, revealing luxury in a low-key way.

"Thank you, principal. There is an old saying in China that food is the paramount necessity of the people." Mo Qiuran took the tea and drank it in one gulp, and sighed with emotion, "I just said I was a bit tired from eating too much meat. Tea is too timely."

Chu Zihang took a sip of tea and nodded silently. Now his character is ____ (fill in the blank).

"I don't mean anything else, I'm just curious." The principal didn't care about Chu Zihang's actions. During this period of time, he had fully understood the two through the information provided by Norma and the communication with Professor Schneider. Naturally, he already knew about Chu Zihang. She has a taciturn personality, while Mo Qiuran...

To be honest, it was the first time for the principal to hear such comments from Professor Schneider.

"This is because we have an excellent sense of beating workers." Mo Qiuran replied.

"A worker's consciousness?" The principal was taken aback.

"Yes, as a migrant worker, of course we want to go to work and then leave for a long time, but as an excellent migrant worker, we can't just skip work, so we can only finish what we have to do as soon as possible." Mo Qiuran was serious He explained, "Isn't the goal of Kassel College just to slay dragons? To slay dragons is to go to work and eat and leave work, so I have to kill the dragon quickly before I can leave work!"

"...It makes a lot of sense." The headmaster said hesitantly. Why do these words sound like nothing wrong but feel weird?

"It makes sense!" Mo Qiuran nodded, and then asked curiously, "Principal, I heard from Professor Schneider that this is a pure-blooded dragon?"

"Yes." When the principal replied, he suddenly remembered a sentence that Professor Schneider had said to himself - "He can always say some unexpected and shocking words."

"So, is it such a small one?" Disappointment appeared on Mo Qiuran's face, "Is there a bigger one? The one that won't turn into a human?"

"Why do you ask such a question?" the principal wondered.

"Because I heard that there are dragons in the world, I wanted to try the taste of dragon meat, but if this dragon can turn into a human, even if it only looks like a superficial one, it will feel a bit weird. I have no more desires." Mo Qiuran looked very melancholy.

headmaster:"……"

　The sleeping machine is offline, and the coding machine is online!Currently on file: 18
　　
　
(End of this chapter)