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

Eight o'clock in the morning, Chicago time.

Cold fog enveloped the spire of the bell tower, and the white doves hid in the fog and waved their wings, stirring up the chaotic airflow.

Lin Nian, who was wearing a down jacket and carrying a bag of breakfast, opened the door of the gym and poked his head in. He immediately saw a man in kendo uniform sitting in the middle.

"Good morning, senior." He said hello, closed the door, took off his shoes and walked in.

Miyamoto opened his eyes and was about to say something, but he first noticed the pocket in Lin Nian's hand.

"Waffles, avocado toast, fruit salad and muffin cake." Lin Nian sat across from Miyamoto Isshin and put down his pocket: "Have you eaten? If not, let's eat something together?"

"Lin-kun has a good appetite," Miyamoto said.

"Eat early, have a full lunch, and eat less late, my sister said." Lin Nian took a piece of muffin in his mouth: "The German breakfast is so rich that I can't finish it, so I might as well bring it to you. How much do you want to eat?"

"Since it's Mr. Lin's invitation, of course it's okay." Isshin Miyamoto seemed to be very sensible today. He didn't catch Lin Nian saying weird things anymore, and took the initiative to take a piece of toast from his pocket and eat it.

"You Japanese are so weird. You have to fight before you can be friends. Are you following the routines in Japanese comics?" Lin Nian bit into the muffin and tasted the excessive sugar in it.

"You will understand these things when Mr. Lin visits the Japanese branch in the future." Miyamoto tore open the toast and ate it slowly, and said with a smile: "These bad habits are all brought over from there. When we get to know each other, I always have to know whether the person across from me is worthy of me kneeling down to talk to him, so that I can sit down and have a drink and talk."

"Do you know that I'm going to Japan?" Lin Nian paused while eating the waffles.

"The principal told me, and I will probably be Lin Jun's guide this time." Miyamoto explained.

"No wonder." Lin Nian nodded.

"The purpose of inviting Mr. Lin here today is to prepare Mr. Lin mentally." Isshin Miyamoto said: "The Japanese branch is not a good place for the students of this branch."

"I have heard the principal say that it seems that your place is not a college, but a 'club' structure." Lin Nian nodded: "The work pressure in Japan is high, and I am quite aware of the distinction between superiors and subordinates."

Isshin Miyamoto smiled bitterly and said to himself, how could you possibly know it? But after thinking about it, some things cannot be explained by words. Now, there are many people who go to the Japanese branch with the mentality of leaders inspecting the countryside. Is this the elite of the headquarters who was trained to suffer from PTSD while working?

"You'll probably understand when you get there." Miyamoto shook his head: "But I still hope that when you get there, Mr. Lin will not be too restrained. Through the principal, I probably already know that Mr. Lin is going to the Japanese branch this time. What it means is that since I am now in the headquarters, I naturally have to think about things from the perspective of the headquarters and make suggestions."

"Meaning? What does it mean?" Lin Nian paused while biting the cake.

"Didn't the principal tell you in detail?" Isshin Miyamoto was a little confused.

"What are you talking about? Are you hiding something from me?" Lin Nian's sixth sense felt something was not right.

"That's right." Miyamoto nodded as if he understood something.

"What kind of trouble is this?" Lin Nian bit into the cake and felt a little depressed. Why do people these days like to be aggressive when talking.

"I heard from the principal that Mr. Lin's word spirit is Setsuna?" Miyamoto changed the topic with all his heart: "He has the same word spirit as the head of the Inuyama family. No wonder your sword is so fast."

"What is your speech spirit?" Lin Nian asked curiously.

"'Yinliu' can control the flow of air in the field. The maximum output can make adults suffocate. Under zero-distance contact, it can drive air into the blood vessels of the human body to form air embolism." Isshin Miyamoto explained: "General performance Probably acute heart failure, organ ischemia, and cerebral or pulmonary infarction."

"Such a ferocious ability?" Lin Nian was slightly startled: "I remember that Yin Liu's sequence on the periodic table is not high."

"The sequence is 16th. The size of the number does not represent absolute strength. The user's method is the key to victory." Isshin Miyamoto said: "In the hands of ordinary hybrids, Yinliu is at best an auxiliary in combat. Skill, but in my hands I can turn it into an invisible weapon that kills people. Many spirit spirits can achieve similar effects, it just depends on whether the user is ruthless or not."

"." Lin Nian nodded thoughtfully.

"The environment of the Japanese branch is like this." Isshin Miyamoto added: "There are many people who are better than me and stronger than me there. I can imagine Lin, who holds the title of 'S' class and the title of the ace elite of the branch. What kind of treatment will you receive once you go there?"

"You won't gang up on me, right?" Lin Nian said.

"That's not true." Miyamoto shook his head wholeheartedly: "But all kinds of troubles and provocations are probably inevitable, especially the group of lunatics in the Kanto branch and the group of guys headed by Akechi Asiya are all lawless militants. They I even want to challenge Young Master Yuan.”

"Young Master?" Lin Nian was wondering why a word full of middle-class aura suddenly popped out of his mind.

"The head of the Yuan family, the strongest person in the Japanese branch, I am looking forward to meeting Mr. Lin and the head of the Yuan family."

"What's your full name?" Lin Nian became interested in the title 'The Strongest in Japan'. There is no such thing as the strongest in Kassel College. The only one who has the guts to take this title is Angers, but Angers is not interested in competing for this title, but there is no doubt that the person who can be crowned the 'strongest' among the mixed breeds will not be an ordinary person.

"Head of the Yuan family, Yuan Zhisheng." Miyamoto said nothing when he saw Lin Nian's appearance.

This is what a 16-year-old boy should be like, with the potential of a calf to kill a tiger.

"Where's Yan Ling?" Since awakening Yan Ling, Lin Nian's biggest interest is probably to catch someone and ask them about Yan Ling.

"I don't know." Miyamoto shook his head wholeheartedly: "The atmosphere in the Japanese branch is not like that of the headquarters. Everyone's words and emotions there are private and will not be disclosed as easily as in the headquarters. After all, we all have our heads hidden. For those who live by their belts, Yan Ling can be regarded as their biggest trump card, and no one will easily show off his trump card to others."

"Japan feels so chaotic." Lin Nian lamented from the bottom of his heart. He always felt that the Japan Miyamoto described was just like everyone bringing knives and guns to work in the company. The streets were full of dangerous mixed-races, and they would become angry if they didn't agree with each other. Do you not care about the social customs of drawing swords and slashing at the Self-Defense Forces?

"It's quite chaotic, so Mr. Lin should be more careful." Isshin Miyamoto said: "The date of departure is set by Mr. Lin. I will follow Mr. Lin back to Japan as a guide."

"I won't trouble you, right? I can do it alone." Lin Nian said.

"No trouble, I just need to go back to my country for business." Miyamoto said with a fascinated expression.

"Marry?" Lin Nian said coldly.

"Engagement." Miyamoto Isshin was told before he could react.

"Congratulations in advance, but I haven't been back for three years. Is it reliable to get engaged as soon as I return?" Lin Nian smiled.

"It was arranged by the family. The woman is a childhood sweetheart." Isshin Miyamoto replied with a helpless smile: "Actually, if Mr. Lin doesn't go to Japan this time, I have to go back. Since I have been away for too long, the elderly at home will always miss the wanderer. Whether they have achieved success in their studies? They always feel that there are no capable people in this department except the principal, and I am just wasting time here."

"Then what do you think?" Lin Nian clapped his hands after finishing the cake.

"Crouching dragons and phoenixes, young tigers in the mound." Miyamoto said sincerely: "The reason why this department is called a paradise for geniuses is not because of the level of teaching staff, but because the value of this department itself is excellent enough to attract true talents. Geniuses come together to compete, as does Mr. Lin, and so does Mr. Caesar. I look forward to seeing more geniuses appear in this department in the future!"

"I have to fight you once to know whether I am a genius or not." Lin Nian put away his pocket: "Don't you write in your post that we have a long chat and exchange of ideas? Now that we have finished our long talk, it's time to learn from each other. Today I'm a bit pressed for time, I have to go to Lion Heart Club in the afternoon for something to do."

"Of course that's great." Miyamoto was startled for a moment, then smiled and took out the three bamboo swords behind him. He held two of them, and Lin Nian picked up one.

"Have you stayed up late and practiced hard recently?" Lin Nian noticed the bright red gauze on Miyamoto Isshin's mouth.

"The loser should be diligent in his cultivation." Miyamoto said with all his heart, his eyes showed anticipation, and he finally waited for this moment.

The gym fell into silent silence.

After a while, the wind howled, the sound of hitting the face was loud, and the heavy object fell to the ground.

The door of the gymnasium was opened with a swipe, and the cold wind and fog rushed in. Lin Nian shivered, and while wiping his mouth with his down jacket, he trotted towards the quiet stone road in the distance.

In the gym, Isshin Miyamoto was lying on his back with a red mark on his forehead.

He sighed slightly and couldn't stand it for a long time.

Will the Sheqi family welcome a second Hilbert Jean Angers, such a violent and powerful conqueror?

He didn't know, but time would tell.