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

"Welcome Home!"

When Lin Nian stepped into the dormitory, the streamers and crackers sprayed snow all over his face. When his eyes widened, he saw Fingel's flat face in front of him.

"What kind of plane are you doing?" Lin Nian complained as he shaved off the ribbons from his hair.

"After every war practice class, students will spontaneously hold a party. It is also the only party where members of the Student Union and Lionheart Club will be present. The old people will wish the new people safe and go further on the road to slaying the dragon, and the new people will We can eat, drink and pick up girls carelessly." Fingel climbed onto the bunk in a hurry: "Unfortunately, junior brother, you slept in Chicago for one night and successfully missed this party. So senior brother temporarily helped you make up a little bit, I hope these ribbons can make up for your party feeling."

"This can only allow me to wash my hair one more time tonight." Lin Nian picked out another ribbon from his hair: "I was injured, and there was nothing I could do, so I lay in the hospital all night for observation."

"Where are you injured? I see you have no arms or legs." Fingel raised his head conscientiously and looked at him again.

"It's a skin injury. It will heal in a few days." Lin Nian took off his clothes, put on a long-sleeved T-shirt, and lay comfortably in his bed. Finally, for a moment, he felt like he was home. .

"Junior brother, do you know that you became more powerful in the academy while you were away?"

"I know, so I'm wondering whether I should suffocate you with a pillow tonight or crush you with soap stuffed in my shoe."

"I'm not talking about the photo." Fingel scratched his face and felt guilty. It had only been a few hours since the photo was sent out, but some bad guy was responsible for hanging Lin Nian's name and photo on the Kassel College. On top of the school beauty selection, the number of likes soared and was widely praised!

"You're not bringing it on yourself, that's good." Lin Nian nodded, while mentally deciding on how Fingel would die tonight.

"Hey, photos are just trivial matters, ACE! The important thing is that you got the ACE in the war practice class!" Fingel awkwardly changed the subject: "The academy you returned to at noon, I guess you have already got no less than three Do you have junior sister’s phone number?”

"To you, she is a junior sister. To me, she is a senior sister. They are both three or four years older than me." Lin Nian said.

"It turns out you're not a young lady." Fingel was a little surprised: "I think your sister is pretty, and I thought you were somewhat good at it."

Lin Nian wanted to reply that the best older woman for me is your mother, but out of quality and self-cultivation, he held back: "Don't make trouble with my sister."

"Oh, my bad." Fingel immediately admitted his mistake with a sincere attitude.

"Yeah." Lin Nian agreed and said it was revealed. After a while, he said again: "The bullet you gave me will probably not be returned to you."

"Used it?" Fingel was a little surprised.

"used."

"Oh, it's okay, it's only one dollar a piece. Those students in the executive department usually have some stocks in hand. There are few men who are not in arms control. There are always two Glocks or Desert Eagles filled with bullets in the drawer. ." Fingel shrugged.

"Yeah." Lin Nian lay down and seemed a little tired and didn't say anything more.

"By the way, junior brother, you have been issued a challenge. Remember to respond tomorrow." Fingel said.

"What?" Lin Nian's closed eyes opened again.

"The letter of challenge used to be something written on a piece of paper on a certain day of a certain year, a certain month, and so and so, you and I, and we agreed to fight to the death in a certain place, with you and without me, and we would fight to the death, and then fold it and tie it to an arrow. Come on, smack that thing nailed to your door."

"I know what a gauntlet is. I just want to ask who wrote a gauntlet to me." Lin Nian frowned.

"Your old acquaintance, Isshin Miyamoto," Fingel said.

"Does it hurt that he's so idle?" Lin Nian scratched his head and felt depressed.

"The post posted on the Night Watch forum has received a lot of attention, and it even @ed you."

"When did this happen?"

"Two or three o'clock this afternoon," Fingal said.

Wasn't that what happened just after I came back from having afternoon tea in the principal's office? Lin Nian felt that something was strange.

"The post said that there are some things that I want to have a long discussion with you, and I would like to ask you for some advice on swordsmanship."

"The attitude is very good." Lin Nian was a little surprised: "And this is not called a challenge, it is at most an invitation."

"It's normal." Fingel said: "Everyone from the Japanese branch is like this. Didn't you knock him down in front of the freshman in class last time? Then you are an out-and-out strong man. Treating the weak with contempt and treating the strong with courtesy is a very typical Yakuza culture."

“Isn’t the Yakuza culture used to describe the underworld?”

"If you put it that way, Miyamoto Isshin used to be a gangster in the Japanese branch."

"I hate those guys who are uneducated and show off their courage and fight ruthlessly." Lin Nian shook his head: "But it's really surprising that he used to be a gangster."

"Anyway, he asked you to meet at the cold weapon class gym tomorrow morning. Whether you go or not is up to you, but according to his character, even if you don't go, he will sit there until noon." Fingel said with a mouthful. Holding a cookie: "Also, the student union will hold a presidential succession ceremony the day after tomorrow. Caesar invites you to attend the ceremony. Yes, he also specially @you in the post."

"Why do I feel like my schedule has been filled up overnight?" Lin Nian was a little puzzled. Apart from Miyamoto Isshin and Caesar's affairs, he had to go to the Lion Heart Club tomorrow afternoon.

"This is a good thing. The more busy you are in college, the more things you have to do. On the contrary, a little transparent person like me has a lot of time to stay in the dormitory, play games and grow old." Fingel chewed the biscuits loudly.

"Are there any more cookies? I also want to play games, and I also want to get moldy." Lin Nian felt like he was hit by his roommate's useless light wave and assimilated.

"The package was opened three days ago. It's a little soft, but it's still edible." Fingel handed over a piece of Oreo that was of questionable cleanliness.

"Forget it, I'd better eat my pork knuckles." Lin Nian then remembered that he had brought back two pork knuckles.

"Oh? You have pork knuckles? How about giving me half of it." Fingel poked his head around.

Reluctantly, he threw a pig's knuckle in to kill his useless roommate. Lin Nian also lost the energy to sleep. He opened a second-hand notebook and started browsing the forum. There were just a few popular posts, including photos, battle posts, and student union successor congratulations. Posted by: A certain student blew up half the classroom due to improper operation in alchemy and chemistry class. This seems interesting.

After browsing the forum for a while, Lin Nian felt very bored while chewing the pork knuckle. Suddenly he seemed to remember something, and started tinkering on the computer. At the same time, he asked: "Fingel, can the campus network be connected to the domestic network?" Internet?"

"You can get it. It doesn't matter which country it is. As long as it's a public network, Norma can connect you to it. But if you want to get into a military internal network like the Pentagon, you have to report it to the school in advance. Norma will hack it for you." A satellite or two," Fingal echoed.

"It's really reliable." Lin Nian rubbed his hands, opened the newly downloaded chat software that was always used in China, and entered his account and password to log in. It had been so long since he arrived at Kassel College that he suddenly remembered this.

As soon as he logged in, there was an endless beeping sound. Lin Nian clicked on it and several windows popped up immediately. The ID of the contact at the top was 'Mingming'. When he came up, he swiped the screen for two or three articles and scanned it. I glanced at them and they were all sent a few days apart, and the content was all: Are you there? what are you doing? Have you arrived in the United States? Reply? Where did you die?

Lin Nian even smelled a sense of resentment when he saw the last part of "Where did you die?"

"What, your ex-girlfriend?" Fingel was also attracted by the beeping sound, looking down at the laptop screen and asked curiously.

"Classmate, male." Lin Nian rubbed his eyebrows.

"Why is your ID called Mingming? It's so disgusting." Fingel clicked his tongue: "I'm the most annoying ladyboy."

"No, I think if it was him, he would get along well with you." Lin Nian raised his eyebrows.

"What? He is as handsome and charming as me?"

"Yeah, more or less." Lin Nian said.

"It seems like he's a loser." Fingel shrugged.

"Senior brother, don't be like this." Lin Nian comforted hypocritically.

"Junior brother is interested." Fingel replied with tears.

After a while, both of them were nauseated and retched.

"I'm fine. I've been too busy with university affairs recently, so I just went online." Lin Nian casually replied to a message, then closed the chat window and opened the next one. What caught his eye was the same: Are you there? what are you doing? Are you okay? What's the weather like in Chicago?

Seeing this new chat window, Fingel's eyes lit up immediately as he peeked at the screen from a high position: "This must be a woman."

"You're the only one with eyes. Everyone's profile pictures are selfies." Lin Nian muttered and glanced at the note on the ID: Su Xiaoqiang.