If I don't have money to go to college, I can only go to slay the dragon.

The physical test did not bring any turmoil to Lin Nian's life. During the two days at Kassel College, the impression given to him by this college whose goal was to slay dragons was very simple and unpretentious.

At the beginning, Lin Nian thought that in this college, everyone held an AK in class. Whenever someone was caught cheating, the professor would hold a Glock to his head and yell at him, asking if he would dare to do it next time. Maybe that student would still He would sneer and reply: I bet there are no bullets in your gun.

But in reality, the students of Cassel College are well-dressed and attend classes and have dinner parties on weekdays. There are even DOTA and CS game exchange groups on the Night Watch forum. Lin Nian even joined in and played a few games. The lifestyle is completely in line with the mental outlook of contemporary college students, provided of course that you ignore the female college students you see inside the gymnasium when you pass by and dunk three meters high.

Since there are no courses and there is no way to make new friends, Lin Nian's activities these two days basically consisted of following Fingel around the school. Kassel College is built against a mountain and there is still some territory to explore. At least he has a clear understanding of it. The most important teaching buildings were located there, and Lin Nian paid several lunches for them.

Time quickly passed to the third day, which was also the most important day for Lin Nian when he came to Kassel College. It was also the day that countless people were looking forward to - the 3E exam.

In order to set up a separate examination room discipline committee, Professor Manstein applied for an entire teaching building from the school. The reason was to ensure fairness and avoid the gathering of idlers that would lead to the occurrence of bad practices such as favoritism and malpractice.

To put it simply, this is a separate 3E exam. Manstein emptied the entire teaching building because of Lin Nian, which caused many students who had classes to take a temporary vacation and focused on the teaching building while they had nothing to do. Sitting alone on the 'potential stocks'.

In the empty classroom, Lin Nian sat alone at a desk in the center. All other debris, including the podium, had been cleared away. Professor Manstein in front of the classroom door held an undeveloped copy of the top-secret document in his hand. While sealing the document, he raised his hand to check the time on his watch from time to time. Teacher Masashi Toyama, whom he had met earlier, held a medical kit and greeted Lin Nian sitting in the classroom with a smile.

What was surprising was that Lin Nian and Lin Xian were not in the same examination room, but they were in the same building. He was on the first floor and Lin Xian was on the third floor. He did not ask why Professor Manstein arranged it like this. In short, he There was no need to copy answers with Lin Xian. Rather than worrying about Lin Xian, he might as well worry about himself. After all, his studies had been tutored by Lin Xian since he could remember.

"There are still twelve minutes until nine o'clock. I will send out the curls two minutes early. Are you ready?" Professor Manstein looked at his watch and then at Lin Nian.

"The last thing I did before going to bed last night was to play two games. I couldn't prepare for a test that I didn't even know the scope of." Lin Nian made a joke to ease the tense atmosphere.

"You will understand everything when the exam starts." Seeing that the time was almost up, Manstein walked into the classroom to review the integrity of the document seal in front of Lin Nian. After breaking the seal, he placed the test paper on the table. Also included is a 2B pencil and white eraser.

Lin Nian pinched the bridge of his nose and took a breath to refresh himself. He picked up the test paper and took a look. Then he was confused.

It's white, and there's a blank space on the test paper.

There are no test questions, no signs of printing, not even sealing lines or underlining of names.

Lin Nian was stunned for a moment and seemed to understand something - could this 3E exam include a listening component? All the questions will be broadcast from the speakers, and you only need to write the answers on the white paper? He looked up and observed the classroom, and sure enough he found a speaker hanging on the wall in the corner.

"The test papers have been distributed. There are no problems with the test papers themselves. The exam will be officially taken in ten minutes. You are not allowed to leave the classroom during the exam, but you can walk around, talk, and even sleep freely in the classroom, as long as there are no Any behavior of favoritism and malpractice will not be questioned." Manstein nodded and said.

As expected of the director of the Discipline Committee, he refrained from revealing the scope of the exam to his students at a critical moment. After saying the prescribed lines, Manstein took the document bag and exited the classroom and closed the door, leaving only Xia Linnian sat alone among them.

After closing the classroom door, Lin Nian picked up the front and back of the white paper in front of him and looked at it carefully. He flicked the paper with his fingers. The crispy feel meant that the paper was a single layer and had not been laminated like a spy. He picked up the white paper and walked to the window to examine it in the sunlight. He carefully observed the shadows on the ground and found nothing strange.

After trying every conceivable method, Lin Nian finally confirmed that this was an ordinary piece of A4 paper without any abnormalities. He even checked the pencil and eraser. He was so cautious. Some are worried that Cassel College's exams will be unusual. This kind of test is actually testing his criminal investigation ability and observation skills.

He raised his head and glanced at the wall clock on the wall. There was still one minute left before the official exam. Lin Nian sat back down, spread the white paper on the table and looked at the speaker hanging from the ceiling in the corner. He felt that this was probably the last one. It's possible.

The hour hand pointed to nine o'clock, and contrary to Lin Nian's expectations, the loudspeaker hanging in the corner of the classroom really sounded, and it began to play the familiar Bach Cello No. 1 in G major!

The pencil Lin Nian had just lifted was stuck again. The expression on his face was as uncomfortable as eating a pig's knuckle with hair on it. He put down the pen and looked at the speaker with a strange expression, hoping that the melodious and soothing sound of the cello would suddenly stop. , the temporary union coughed twice and awkwardly expressed that the wrong audio was played. When the speaker sounded again, what he heard was the all-too-familiar nine pound fifteen pence shirt.

But the reality was not what he expected. The cello's music was like a professional band taking the stage. Before the conductor lowered his strong arms, the strings would vibrate the air and produce beautiful music again and again.

Lin Nian's brows were so furrowed that he almost cried out. He raised and put down the pencil many times, with a tangled expression on his face.

He even began to have the conjecture that Kassel Academy is actually a music school. If the examination method that determines students' admission or stay is music, then the dragon-slaying masters in the past should be masters of various musical instruments, familiar with piano, Cello, violin, guzheng and countless other instruments.

The dragons happen to be a group of passionate music lovers. Whenever they meet humans, they will angrily sacrifice musical instruments to duel due to different musical appreciation due to different races! Human beings are often at a disadvantage in the fight against dragons, probably because their pianos do not have dragon tubas, so they have to form a secret party to form a performance troupe. Under the command of an experienced dragon-slaying conductor, they burst out with majestic music and triggered magical events. Yanling comes to defeat the Dragon Clan!

From now on, the Sydney Theater will be a place of pilgrimage for dragon slayers. Every night late at night, the theater will be filled with young secret agents. Oh no, it is the young secret agents who are listening with tears in their eyes to the great dragon slayers of the past generations who composed their works to defeat the dragon clan. The epic piece!

So why does it have to be the Sydney Theater? Because only such a big place can accommodate people like Halong to play piano together!

Damn it, is the history of human dragon-slaying so poetic?

Lin Nian felt that his life was a little disillusioned, but he was actually a little lucky that he had learned some piano. If he could use music to slay the dragon, he would have some skills to get into the industry, but he thought that his predecessors would slay the dragon and carry the violin, guzheng, and cello. Does carrying the piano seem too bloated?

The 3E exam is such a serious place. Lin Nian is actually thinking about running the train now, but he feels that anyone else has to run the train. This exam is simply nonsense! Are those people who think they have S-level potential because they look a bit like Mozart or Bach? He would rather be more like Richard Clayderman!

Bach was playing loudly in the classroom. Lin Nian put down his pencil and sighed and looked out the window. He wanted to know what Lin Xian's expression was like upstairs. He was probably as confused as he was, right? It's a pity that he didn't have the chance to verify his conjecture. He was not allowed to leave the classroom during the exam. He was the only one in the empty classroom, which was like a cage.

The black sky, the wind and snow blowing like a white python, the dark and lonely fortress, the forest-like cage railings, and the white hands stretching out of the railings.

Suddenly, a refreshing coldness surged into Lin Nian's heart. He couldn't help but shudder and put his hands on the table.

Countless distorted images began to flash before Lin Nian's eyes for no reason, and a large amount of noise filled his retinas. The sound of Bach's cello in his ears began to fade away like an ebbing tide, and the musical scales began to twist and spiral up until the eardrums could no longer bear it. sharp tingling sound.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Lin Nian gradually heard the knocking on the door again. The sound gradually climbed from faint and unclear to deafening, as if he put his ear against the door and listened carefully to the person behind the door violently banging on the door. He wanted to stand up from his seat, but found that he did not have the strength. The knocking on the door became louder and louder, deafening, as if it was going to crack his heavenly spirit cap and go straight into his brain!

what happened? Lin Nian didn't know that all the distorted and broken images came like a rising tide. The black tide submerged him standing on the beach. But when the water swallowed him up, what blinded his eyes was not darkness, but snowy white.

Lin Nian smelled a unique smell of ice and snow. What appeared in front of his eyes was a vast snowfield so white that it made ice slag freeze from the bones.

"Someone is knocking on the door, Lin Nian." Someone whispered in Lin Nian's ear.

Lin Nian couldn't tell for a while whether this was an auditory hallucination or someone really talking to him, because he actually felt that the voice of the person talking to him was familiar. It seemed that they had sat next to each other by the fire of the fireplace a while ago, eating cold snow as a delicacy. We have eaten together a loneliness that is colder than the ice field.

Lin Nian tried his best to get up. He turned his head and looked out the window, hoping to see Manstein patrolling the corridor. However, when he glanced sideways, he saw something he had never seen before in his life, but he seemed to have seen him before. , like a landscape we met in a dream.

Outside the classroom window, the cold snow peaks tower into the clouds, a black python coils on the mountain, the boiling blood melts the ice and snow and merges into the black sea, the thunder gathers and the storm slowly pushes from the horizon, and the roar of the dragon is hidden in the blizzard. And scary. I don’t know when the classroom door was made of black steel, with Arabic numerals painted on it in a red that was brighter than blood, like a number or a quarantine permit for pigs and sheep to be slaughtered. The constant knocking on the door came from What came from outside the door was that the person knocking on the door was fierce and domineering, and the anxiety seemed to be on fire, burning his nerves every moment.

I'm going to open the door, there's someone waiting for me.

Obsessed thoughts were growing in his brain. Lin Nian struggled down from the table and chair. A mountain-like weight pressed on his body, forcing him to crawl to the iron door. He gritted his teeth and reached out to hold it. The door handle pulled away the iron bolt, and the door opened in response.

A blond girl appeared in front of Lin Nian. The heavy snow blew up her hair and covered her face. Lin Nian looked up and only saw a smile on the corner of the girl's mouth.

"You shouldn't have come back," she said.