Armor: I can only summon the general

Xiao Song held the phone in one hand and held the hem of his clothes tightly in the other hand as he kept pacing in the living room. He took two deep breaths and strengthened his heart again.

"I also know that it will be difficult to go through such a span, but I still want to do it. Anyone will tell me that I should maintain the status quo and not take risks, but I don't. Since I have chosen to give up the status quo, any career will be difficult for me. Yes, I am also ready to overcome difficulties."

After Xiao Song finished his inspirational quote, the other end of the phone fell into silence, and it took a long time before the class flower's voice came again.

"I thought of many words, but none of them are enough to describe your courage. I can only say that you are worthy of me.

How many people in the class sat in the classroom eating and waiting to die just to get a diploma? Now I'm afraid they are all old friends, that is, you. When you were a sophomore, you chose to study for a second degree, and now you are... I want to study art. I really admire you.

This is the second time I admire you. The first time was when you chose to minor in journalism.

In this case, let me help you. Which school do you want to go to for further study? "

Xiao Song heard the class beauty's evaluation of him and felt happy, but when he heard the last question, he got a headache again. He didn't know anything about these things, so he couldn't think of a clue.

"Um...hehe, I don't know which school to go to. Do you have any recommendations?"

Xiao Song said with some embarrassment.

"...No, big reporter, you don't really plan to study abroad without knowing anything, do you?"

Ban Hua made Xiao Song feel embarrassed with just one sentence, and he felt so embarrassed that he couldn't even lift his head over the phone.

"Uh... I really don't know. You are well-informed. I am asking you for advice."

He could hardly speak anymore. He felt like he was beating a wolf with his bare butt, and he was not ashamed of his audacity.

"...Xiao Song, I really admire you now. You are so courageous."

Xiao Song walked to the kitchen with his head lowered and poured himself a glass of water. He picked it up and took a sip to relieve his embarrassment.

"Please help me, I'm grateful, grateful..."

"Okay, then let me recommend you. The best art academies in the world include the Paris Academy of Fine Arts in France, the Florence Academy of Fine Arts in Italy, the Repin Academy of Fine Arts in St. Petersburg, the Hamburg Academy of Fine Arts, the London Academy of Fine Arts, etc. But you may not be able to meet the conditions for recruiting international students in these schools, and the tuition fees are also very expensive.”

After the other person finished speaking, Xiao Song couldn't care less about the embarrassment. He had never heard of any of the names of the schools. He only knew these place names, but if the place names were followed by the suffix "Academy of Fine Arts", he would be numb. .

"This... ugh!"

Xiao Song wanted to say something, but he couldn't say anything. He had limited knowledge, limited abilities, limited connections, and limited conditions. He thought he had broken the shackles, but he just took the initiative to get into another shackles.

"Alas! Maybe... some people are not born worthy of freedom. It seems that I am still too idealistic."

Both sides of the phone fell into silence. Xiao Song looked out from the kitchen window, but he could only see the back of another building. Even if he demolished the building in front, he would not be able to see the scenery he expected, because There is still a building behind that building.

After a while, Xiao Song sighed heavily. It seemed that he had no chance to go abroad, so he might as well choose a city with good scenery. He didn't plan to stay in D city anyway.

He was just about to say a few nice words and end the call, but the sweet voice of Banhua came from the other side of the phone.

"Xiao Song, don't sigh yet. Do you know about Goethe University?"

"Uh...I..."

"Oh, sorry, I forgot. Goethe University is where I studied before. It is in Frankfurt, Hesse, Germany. It is a very famous university. It was there that I studied classical literature for five years. Just came back last year.

The proportion of international students there is still relatively large. I can help you ask your friends there. If nothing else happens, there is still a chance. Just wait for me and I will ask you. "

Before Xiao Song could speak, the phone hung up. He looked at the phone screen with complicated eyes, not knowing what expression to make.

He picked up the cup and walked back to the living room, sitting on the sofa and staring at the ceiling in a daze. This morning had been so ups and downs that his brain was overloaded and he was feeling a little dizzy now.

I don't know how long it took, but Xiao Song's phone rang again. He quickly wiped his face with his hands, picked up the phone and saw that it was a call from the class girl, so he answered the call and turned on the speakerphone.

"Hello? Xiaosong, are you ready to apply for a visa and passport? There should be hope for this matter. I have already asked you about it, and I will help you follow up on the follow-up matters. You will need them for going abroad in the next few days. Have things ready so you can use them if you succeed.

Even if it fails, I can help you contact schools in other states, but I still hope you can be my alumnus and wish you success!

I still have something to do here, so I won’t talk to you now. When you are ready, come to the capital to find me. We will talk after we meet. Bye. "

The call from Banhua was suddenly hung up, just like Xiaosong called her out of the blue.

Xiao Song didn't know what to say for a moment, his brain completely shut down.

After putting down the phone blankly, Xiao Song glanced at the ceiling again. Hallucinations appeared in front of his eyes. He seemed to see himself attending classes at some university in Hesse.

Ten minutes later, the illusion in front of Xiao Song gradually tilted in another direction. He quickly shook his head to get these things out of his mind.

Xiao Song stood up and walked into the bathroom, turned on the faucet and washed his face with cold water. He raised his head and looked at his face in the mirror, and thought about everything that had just happened. It didn't feel real.

For some reason in the morning, he suddenly didn't want to be a reporter anymore. On the way back, he suddenly thought about studying abroad. When he got home, he inexplicably called the class girl whom he hadn't contacted for many years.

A person who had not interacted with each other in the past six years, yet spared no effort to help him regardless of the reason. If the relationship between the two was very good at the time, it would not be said, but the relationship between them was also very normal at the time. This is too magical. ?

"What's wrong with me? Why do I feel like my soul is out of body? Am I dreaming?"

He was obviously just an ordinary unemployed young man, so why did he turn around and become a prospective international student? This...is this reality? Or a dream?

He raised his hand and pinched the flesh on his face hard, and a pain came, telling him that this was not a dream, this was reality.

"Damn, God opened his eyes?"

An idea came to Xiao Song's mind inexplicably. He couldn't help but raise his head and look up, but there were only ceiling and bathroom ceiling lights above his head.

Just when Xiao Song looked up at the lighting, the white lighting suddenly flashed, turned bright yellow, and flashed again before turning back to white.