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

"Did you see him?"

"who?"

"The one in the corner, the thin, small and silent one."

"Oh, you said him."

In the cafeteria, Khorkina turned to look at the thin boy standing in the corner: "Ekaterina, why do you pay attention to him? Do you like him?"

"Don't talk nonsense, it's nothing." Ekaterina, who was sitting next to Khorkina, hurriedly scooped up a spoonful of potato soup and stuffed it into Khorkina's mouth.

"Well, it's so hot." Khorkina quickly supported the table with both hands, stepped back half a meter with her chair, raised her head, opened her mouth wide, and kept fanning with her hands. The children at the next table couldn't help laughing when they saw it.

"Ah, sorry. It's not permed."

"It's okay. Don't do this next time! You're so strange, why did you suddenly care about that little monster today?" Khorkina sat back and took a sip of cold water and glanced at her friend complainingly.

"I'm just suddenly curious. He seems to have never had classes or activities with us. Isn't he one of us?" Ekaterina couldn't see clearly the face of the thin boy in the corner, and the shadow fell on his face. His face was covered with a layer of gray and black that was darker than the sky outside the iron window.

"Don't pay attention to him, he is not the same as us." Khorkina lowered her voice: "Stay away from him. This is what a friend of mine warned me. Nothing good will happen if you get closer to him. It will also cause the doctor’s dissatisfaction.”

"Is the friend you are talking about yourself?" Yekaterina tilted her head and stared at Khorkina's beautiful face: "I have always heard you say that you have a friend, a friend, bala bala bala, but who I’ve never met that friend of yours.”

"He only comes out at night." Khorkina was stunned for a moment.

"'He'? Oh~ I understand." Ekaterina smiled maliciously.

Khorkina paused, then suddenly picked up a spoon, scooped up a spoonful of potato soup and stuffed it into the other person's mouth. It was so hot that the girl screamed, and once again attracted the attention of many other children in the cafeteria.

In the corner of the cafeteria, the thin boy also glanced at the two young and beautiful girls, but he shifted his gaze in just a moment. The vitality and beauty did not seem to attract him. He looked aimlessly in the cafeteria, seemingly Find something more important.

At this time, a girl with pale golden hair like a doll silently walked up to the skinny boy. She stood still and looked at the skinny boy carefully, as if she was observing this strange little animal that should not appear in the cold and frozen soil.

The boy subconsciously looked up and found that the girl in front of him was about the same height as him. She was holding a doll in her arms and looking at him quietly.

After noticing the boy looking over, the girl whispered: "Yelena asked me to bring a message to you. You don't have to go to her today. She is in solitary confinement."

The boy was stunned for a moment and stared blankly at the girl holding the doll in front of him. After a while, he nodded gently and said softly: "Thank you."

The girl holding the doll stood there and watched the boy running towards the cafeteria door in despair, slamming the door behind him and running towards the depths of the corridor, as if he had lost something important and was looking for it in a hurry. I feel at ease when I come back.

"Number Zero is right." The girl hugged the puppet tightly and whispered, "What a weirdo."

*

Amid the rumble, the CC1000 express train rushed out of the red pine forest. The unobstructed warm winter sun reflected dazzling light spots on the dark car body. The express train carrying the freshmen of Cassel College was traveling at a speed of 300 kilometers per hour. To the prosperous Chicago in the distance.

The sunlight outside the train window shone on Lin Nian's eyelids. The red and black colors stimulated his eyeballs and woke him up from his sleep. He subconsciously raised his hand to cover the light, squinting slightly and unable to open his eyes.

"Are you awake? I wanted to ask you if you wanted a blindfold before, but I saw that you were fast asleep so I didn't disturb you." Caesar, who was sitting across from him, put down the thick-covered book in his hand and looked at Lin Nian.

"I had a dream." Lin Nian closed his eyes hard and rubbed his swollen eyeballs. He squinted slightly to adapt to the light in the carriage and then glanced around. He found that he was still sitting on the CC1000 train. Freshmen wearing trench coats and combat uniforms were sitting in their seats and discussing with enthusiasm the dangers and emergencies that might be encountered during this mission.

"Are you interested in talking about it?" Caesar raised his eyebrows as if he was very interested in Lin Nian's dream.

"I didn't know that Italian folklore included dream interpretation." Lin Nian pinched the bridge of his nose to wake up a little.

"Interpretation of dreams?" Caesar expressed great interest when he heard the new vocabulary.

"Every country in the world should have relevant theories now, right?" Lin Nian picked up the mineral water and took a sip: "Scientists all believe that dreams represent conscious wishes, express subconscious emotions, and are thoughts that are not noticed in daily life. The implicit expression of fragments, dissecting dreams can help the dreamer understand himself better.”

"What did you dream about, a nightmare or a sweet dream?"

"It's hard to talk about it. I don't think Zhou Gong's dream interpretation can help me explain what it means to dream that potato soup is very hot." Lin Nian took a breath and finally recovered after drinking the water.

"This probably means that you want to eat potato soup for lunch today. I know there is a good molecular gastronomy restaurant in Chicago. They can smash other ingredients and combine them into potatoes, and use the potatoes to make a potato soup for you. It tastes good. It's very fresh, do you want to try it after you complete the mission?" Caesar smiled and reopened the book in his hand. It seemed that this guy was so confident that he was already thinking about the entertainment after the mission was completed before he started the mission.

"Molecular cuisine? It seems very expensive."

"My treat."

"Even if you have money, we can't treat you. This kind of behavior is called 'dog-slaughtering big business' in our country. It is a relatively impolite behavior. Since we are friends, we should respect each other." Lin Nian rubbed the corners of his eyes and looked towards The cover of the book in Caesar's hand changed the subject: "What are you reading?"

"The Decameron." Caesar glanced at the back of the book. It was written in the original Italian text. It was normal for Lin Nian not to recognize it. There were language classes at Kassel College, but he missed the Italian enlightenment in the first half of the semester.

"I've heard of Italian masterpieces, but haven't read them. I heard they looked like reading "Storytelling"."

"Story party?"

"The reading materials in my hometown cost two and a half cents each. They contain a variety of long and short stories, with some jokes and comic strips mixed in," Lin Nian explained.

"Then "The Decameron" is no different from the "Storytelling" you mentioned." Caesar shrugged: "If you are willing to read the illustrations drawn by later people as comic strips."

"There is still a difference. At least the scale of the domestic "Story Club" is not as big as "The Decameron". The authors who submitted the articles are very restrained. After all, it is a matter of livelihood due to the royalties."

"The story I'm reading is that there was a young monk in the monastery who couldn't help but break the commandments and brought the woman back to the monastery. After the abbot found out, he didn't just kill the family, but couldn't help but make peace with the woman, but But the process was discovered by the young monk and he used it as a threat to everyone to have a peaceful life. The ending of the story is that the young monk and the abbot would take the woman back to the monastery from time to time to do nonsense."

"Brother Caesar, I'm not telling you, your Chinese idioms are really exciting."

"Did I use any word wrong?"

"Forget what I said, what religion do your Italian monasteries believe in? Wouldn't the author of such a story be hung on a cross and burned to death?"

"The idea advocated by the novel is to oppose asceticism and promote human freedom. Guys who oppose asceticism in Italy usually do well." Caesar smiled.

"Humanity is free. Can it be considered freedom to indulge one's own desires?" Lin Nian asked: "In the story, the young monk and the dean both did something wrong, so that counts as complicity, right?"

"But they didn't force the woman to have sex with them." Caesar gave a different view.

"I don't know much about religious issues. I just instinctively feel that they did something wrong." Lin Nian didn't want to dig deeper on this issue. After all, he had not read the original text.

"It's like you are a member of a religious correctional institution. You find out about this and arrest the two of them. How do you plan to sentence them?" Caesar closed the book and asked an interesting question.

"I don't know, burn them all to death?" Lin Nian said.

"What if the young monk and that woman are in love with each other?"

"But they shouldn't do that kind of thing in the church." Lin Nian said, "I will probably burn them to death."

"It seems that you have taken on the role of law enforcement officer of the correctional facility very well." Caesar nodded and looked out the window at the looming city in the distance: "It would be great if this mission could be so simple. We find the prisoner and give him Convict him and then burn him."

"I heard that the prisoner is a serial murderer." Lin Nian said.

"How did you know?" Caesar turned around.

"I heard, just heard." Lin Nian waved his hand.

"That's better. A lunatic like that deserves it." Caesar said calmly.

"If you catch him, will you kill him?" Lin Nian asked.

"I probably will." Caesar nodded without any hesitation in his eyes: "Isn't it what we should do to protect the weak and punish the murderers severely?"

"It seems that your consciousness is higher than mine." Lin Nian said.

"You mean you won't do it?"

"No, I don't know." Lin Nian also turned to look out the window to avoid the other party's sight: "You have to encounter this kind of thing before you know what you will do."

The CC100 express train roared away and entered the bustling steel jungle of Chicago.