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

"If I really want to go to Japan, will I be in a hurry? I just came back from Chicago today."

"No rush." ​​Ange smiled and shook his head: "You can leave anytime. Freshmen are on vacation these days. This is a fixed holiday after war practice classes to heal the psychological trauma left during the mission. Teacher Masashi Toyama It will probably be very busy over there these days, so if you are free, you can go and chat and relax.”

"I don't want to chat with someone whose words are hypnotized." Lin Nian felt uncomfortable when he thought of the videos he had seen on the Night Watch forum of people who were hypnotized and didn't know anything about it.

"Then read more books. I heard that you have finished reading the textbook. How about it? Are you interested in reading some other interesting things?" Angers said.

"I don't dare to look through the confidential files in the library. Those things are too ruinous." Lin Nian thought of the files in the forbidden library that he secretly borrowed from Lin Xian with a wry smile on his face.

"No, it's other more interesting things." Angers smiled: "Since you are going to Japan, it is just a good idea to read some helpful information that will also help you travel."

"Something like 300 Japanese daily expressions?"

"That kind of thing is available on Google. The stuff I recommend to you can only be found in specific archives." Angers took out a brass key and put it on the table: "Go to the Lion Heart Club tomorrow. Bar."

"Hmm." Lin Nian took the key with a strange expression.

"I won't force you to join the association." Ange smiled bitterly: "But you have to know that other students who want to join the association have not yet reached the threshold."

"The reason I don't want to join is just because I'm worried that Lionheart Club has some strange rules like the Student Union," Lin Nian explained.

"Weird rules?"

"For example, all boys who join the student union need to go naked in the back mountain at 12 o'clock in the morning. Along the way, there will be members of the student union taking pictures with their mobile phones."

"oh!"

Angers was stunned for a while before expressing his surprise. "Today's young people are really open-minded. I remember that the entrance test for fraternity-like organizations in Cambridge used to be nothing more than memorizing the school motto naked in the winter. It turns out that you refused to join the Student Union and Lionheart Club just for this reason!"

"Yes." Lin Nian admitted awkwardly.

"The Lionheart Club does not have similar rules. We are a very strict old-school fraternity organization. Anyone who is photographed streaking in the back hill will be expelled immediately."

Ange suddenly seemed to remember something, and he hesitated for a moment before saying: "Actually, the only criticism is that the main male members of this Lions Heart Club seem to be the core members of the bodybuilding team. , they appear in every bodybuilding competition with the University of Chicago."

"This is already very scary, okay? Why does the Lion Heart Club have anything to do with bodybuilding competitions?" Lin Nian looked shocked, feeling that the image of the ancient, solemn and stern club had been overturned, and one or two of them had become murderous. Become a bodybuilder wearing reflective glitter.

"The current president of the Lionheart Club is Leon Ivanovich Ivanov, a Russian who was a college bodybuilding champion before entering Kassel College." Angers explained: "So."

"Okay, principal, no need to say anything else." Lin Nian held his forehead.

"I asked you to go to the Lions Heart Club's archives to read the information, and I didn't force you to join the Lions Heart Club." Angers was also a little embarrassed. After all, he had quit the Lions Heart Club for a long time and could only be regarded as an honorary member. It is inevitable to interfere in any internal affairs of the association, and it is inevitable that one official will follow another.

"Is there something that can only be read in the archives of the Lionheart Club?" Lin Nian put away the brass key.

"There are some very interesting things that I can't explain clearly. If it were you, you would indeed be qualified to read them." Angers said: "I heard that the Japanese branch has been in quite a mess recently, and you will need those things in the archives. "

"It feels a little mysterious, but I will go." Lin Nian nodded.

"I had a great time having afternoon tea this time. The time always flies when chatting with outstanding students." Angers exhaled and said the farewell words: "I think you should be the first person to see me after you go back." Report to your sister about your trip to Japan."

"Tell her some other time. It's not too important. It's just an exchange and study." Lin Nian stood up from the table: "She may even envy me for traveling at public expense."

"By the way, Caesar Gattuso will succeed the student union president in a few days." The principal who was sitting on the chair looked at Lin Nian who stood up and said.

"Then I have to congratulate him in advance." Lin Nian said after a pause.

"The current president of the Lion Heart Club is about to graduate, and the seat of the Lion Heart Club will be vacant by then." Angers said, "You can really give it a try."

"Let's talk about it." Lin Nian scratched his head: "I'm afraid that after I really take office, the core members of the Lionheart Club will all be people from the e-sports department. By the way, does the University of Chicago have a CS competition?"

When the principal saw that Lin Nian really had no intention of doing so, he stopped trying to persuade him. He took a sip of tea and watched silently as he walked down the spiral staircase. His footsteps were gentle and slow. Then they suddenly became hurried.

Lin Nian ran upstairs again, smiled apologetically at Ange, and took away the two soy pork knuckles on the table.

*

After Lin Nian left, the rain stopped, and the setting sun, which was approaching evening, parted the clouds and mist, and fell into the courtyard of the principal's office. The face of Ange holding the tea cup under the skylight was clearly divided into light and dark. A new cup of good tea was brewing on the table. In the bone china cup, the guests he greeted were also walking up the stairs.

"Is it really okay to reveal that 'technology' to him so early? He is now the treasure in the eyes of the school board." A lazy voice came from the bottom of the stairs, and Angers heard it before seeing him. The waiting guest was an old guy no younger than him. His voice was full of carelessness, and words such as seriousness and responsibility could not be associated with it at all.

"People like him will be exposed to this kind of 'technology' sooner or later. Instead of letting him go astray on the path of exploration, it is better for me to personally guide him onto the path that my predecessors have spent their blood and lives on. Road." Angers said calmly.

The person who went up to the top floor was an old man dressed as an old cowboy. He walked to the table with a bottle of whiskey and dropped it. He looked carefree and had no formal appearance. In comparison, Angers, who was across the table in a suit and leather shoes and was full of bookishness and gentleness, was like a stranger. It's so extreme that it's hard to imagine two people like this sitting together and chatting.

"Ange, he is undoubtedly an 'S' class. Although I don't know where you got such a little monster, but you have to know that 'S' class things are often only a thin line away from dragons. Control Having mastered that 'technology', will he really not get lost in the pursuit of power?" The old cowboy dipped his finger in the tea and licked it. Sure enough, he knew he was coming, and Angers didn't prepare any good tea. He simply picked up the tea cup and drank the tea in one gulp before pouring the spicy whiskey again.

"He doesn't look like the kind of kid who craves power and power." Angers said: "I made it clear and hinted several times that he could become the leader of the largest student club in this college, almost putting his 'authority' on it. He didn't even want to touch it in front of him, which means he really has no desire for power."

"He probably didn't understand what Lionheart would mean."

"He understands, but he doesn't care. He has other things he cares about more." Angers said.

"Because you don't care about power, you want to push power in front of him. Is this the reason why you asked him to go to the archives of the Lionheart Club? You have already prepared everything." The old cowboy sighed: " But it’s really confusing.”

"He is still too young and immature. It is great that he can climb to the fourth level the moment he first awakens. But he needs to be better. I don't want him to be satisfied with the status quo, so I have to find some motivation to push him forward. OK, Japan is a good place, there will be enough pressure for him," Angers said.

"Forcibly dragging a peaceful child to the battlefield and forcing him to grow into a hero, Angers, are you playing some weird nurturing game?" The old cowboy raised his eyebrows: "You want to make a child who is indifferent to the world, An ordinary child made into a 'weapon'?"

"Isn't this what we have been doing?" Angers asked flatly: "Isn't this the original intention of establishing Kassel College?"

"But I still want to ask, why does it have to be Japan?" The old cowboy scratched his eyebrows: "I heard that the Japanese branch has been in chaos in recent years, and you also know the behavior of those guys over there. We sent them there The commissioner has never been treated well, so aren’t you afraid that something might happen to his 16-year-old kid in the past?”

"The 16-year-old kid you're talking about just exploded the head of a dangerous hybrid, and the other person was a beautiful girl about the same age as him." Angers reminded.

"Yes, yes, he is cold-blooded, efficient, and strong-armed. He has the demeanor of your youth, but this is not a reason to let him go into this muddy water. You can also guarantee that your students from decades ago will still sell to Do you want to save face? That dog or something should have become an antique by now, right? Even if it is to learn to control the spirit of speech, it is too irresponsible to let a 16-year-old child go to that place."

"On the contrary, 16 is a very good age." Ange smiled: "Of course I know the situation in the Japanese branch. Rational adults there used to wake up, bend down, and speak loudly in the face of rules and reprimands. 'I'm sorry, I was wrong', but if it's an immature 16-year-old facing this, guess what will happen."

"A kid who can kill an 'A+' dangerous hybrid on his own." The old cowboy pursed his lips and said, "Wow, can there be a live broadcast? I've been unhappy with those guys in the Japanese branch for a long time."

"If you want to see it with your own eyes, I can arrange for you to go there too." Angers said calmly: "The European Secret Party has begun to be dissatisfied with the increasing autonomy of the Japanese branch. In recent years, the Japanese branch has been There is less and less news about dragons. The Secret Party suspects that it is not that there are fewer dragon incidents, but that they are becoming more and more secretive. This is not a good sign, so what they mean is that we need it at the appropriate time. Knock 'em on the guys over there in Japan."

"Then will you reimburse all my bills?" The old cowboy winked: "I don't care what the school board sees on my shopping list."

Ange was stunned for a moment, and then shook his head helplessly. He, as a bad friend, could always forget the topic, but never miss any of the bad jokes in his words: "Drink your wine, get out of here, you were hiding just now." Haven’t you heard enough downstairs?”

"Why, do you really think you're in a bad mood on a rainy day?" The old cowboy looked up at the soaked skylight thoughtfully.

"This kind of weather always reminds me of the past," Angers said. "I don't want something to happen again, even to anyone."

"Then a toast." The old cowboy filled Angers' bone china cup with whiskey.

"What's your toast?" Angers raised his glass.

"Respect the dead souls of the past, those who died in the rain, whatever, you think this kind of silly second-guessing is more suitable than me." The old cowboy shrugged.

"It's better to respect the people now," Angers said, "and the people who are about to die."

The two clinked glasses, and the rain fell softly in the quiet principal's office.