I am straight!

The self with an idiot face continued to look down.

Below is a school badge.

Smart bird feathers, slender claws, and sharp and ferocious eyes.

This school badge...is the Delia Branch College.

This college is famous for its music, and the engraving on the school emblem is like a sharp arrow in the sky, like an eagle in a storm.

I love the bird of prey on the school badge and am very satisfied.

It happened that Ann also came to me, and I immediately grabbed the student ID card in his hand and opened it—the same logo as mine.

I couldn't help laughing, and showed him my own: "That's great, we're still in the same academy."

He didn't say "who cares" awkwardly as usual, but gave a rare kind of grace.

Bell also came over, saw the student ID card spread out in my hand, his face flushed with excitement, and hurriedly said: "I, I am also the Deyari Branch College..."

"Hey? Such a coincidence??" I laughed: "What about your dormitory?"

"Fairy Tale Zone, No. [-] Cinderella..." Bell.

"Fairy Tale Zone, No. [-] Snow White." Ann.

"...What a coincidence..." I said curiously, "I am also No. [-] Snow White, it seems that everyone lives very close... especially Ann, we actually live in the same dormitory..."

Bell was still a little disappointed: "It would be great if I could live with Ah Xian..."

"It's all right, it's pretty close just by the house number, and I'll stop by your dormitory then," I comforted him, "Besides, it's a very lucky thing to be in a college...but...why are those dorms Such a weird name..."

Bell was at a loss, but An didn't care at all.

"...Forget it, let's go take the school bus first." I walked forward in the direction the student only gave me, and saw the school bus after a few minutes.

The tram painted in blue had a brand-new compartment, probably just a new car. There was Dejari’s school badge on the compartment, and the school badges of the other three schools were also painted on trams of different colors.

The school badge of Salieri College is a swan that stretches its neck and sings gracefully, the school badge of Mogley College is a giant wolf with its bloody mouth wide open, and the school badge of Sirius College is a wolf that is turning around to look around. Anteater.

...why an anteater?And it's still an anteater looking back?

I was too lazy to study these weird school badges, so I dragged the two people behind me onto the tram.

There are already a few people in the car, and it can be seen that they are all freshmen, with undisguised exhaustion on their faces, but they all sit upright with great energy—as expected of being well-educated, if I were it, I would definitely go to bed early I'm sleepy... actually I'm starting to sleep now.

I pulled Ann and Bell to sit in the corner, and then I grabbed Ann's shoulder and blue eyes to rest.

Ann didn't refuse either, probably because she remembered that she slept next to me like this last night, so she was embarrassed.

Originally, I was just going to close my eyes and rest my mind, but I didn't expect that Ann's shoulders would be so comfortable.

Small, weak, but unexpectedly firm, it seems to be able to bear countless burdens, and will never let itself get down—it makes people feel at ease.

I chuckled, and saw the pinnae of his ear begin to turn faintly red again.

...It's so easy to be shy...I was thinking in a daze...and fell asleep just like that.

Then dream again.

When I was a child, I ran with one foot deep and one foot shallow in the endless sunflower field. Because I ran too fast and too fast, I was panting, and I still held my most precious little blanket in my hand. Not sure what to look for.

Those nasty tall sunflowers blocked my sight, and I could only call 'angels' while poking flowers and plants to find the person I wanted to see.

But I can't find it, the sky is full of golden yellow, it seems that the golden angel has turned into one of the golden sunflowers, and is swaying in the wind and gently calling my name...

"...chords..."

"Well……"

"The chord...here..."

"...Hmm...?"...What...here...

"A chord!"

...Why does it sound like the voice of the young master? ... The voice of the young master? ! ……… The voice of the young master! ! !

I quickly opened my eyes, and it was only natural that I saw An's face that had begun to turn black.

"...cough... I, I'm just too tired..." I put on a tired and weary look, trying to deepen the authenticity of my words.

The young master snorted coldly and took the lead to get out of the car.

... I started to feel awkward again, didn't I just drool a little... Cough, I said it was because I was too tired.

After getting out of the car, I realized why our dormitory is called a fairy tale area—is there any weirder dormitory area in the world than this one?

To my left is a childlike candy house, a bread-like house topped with popsicles and strawberries, a roof made of cream batter, and a chimney made of finger biscuits—I swear it floats beside me The cake aroma is definitely not my illusion.

... But fortunately, it only has a fragrance, not a real candy house.

If it's really summer, how many flies should I attract...

On my right is probably the scene of Tarzan of the Apes, a huge and towering old tree (presumably transplanted from the forest), with an exquisite tree house on it-to be honest, it is not so much a tree house as a holiday house ...Because there is even an elevator.

...But who will tell me why there are monkeys on it?It must have been too opportune...

I looked at the monkey on the treetop grinning at me and throwing leaves at me, and I couldn't help but feel jealous.

I think I probably know why this place is called the fairy tale area.

And I'm sure, I don't want to have a good time in the four years of college.

When I was worrying about my future, I suddenly felt a gust of wind behind me.

It was really a cold wind, which made my hair stand on end, and even goosebumps rushed out - I only felt this way when watching horror movies.

...No, no way...how could something like this come out in broad daylight...

I swallowed my saliva and didn't dare to look back.

"... New... Health...?" The rough and dry voice sounded in my ears, like the creaking noise of gears rubbing against each other——it made me freeze for a moment.

I felt like my mind went blank.

It wasn't until An Heixian grabbed my head and forced me to turn around that I regained a little sanity.

...not a ghost?

The man standing in front of me was wearing a priest's attire, but he was wearing a string of prayer beads around his neck, and he was actually holding a hardcover edition of "One Hundred Days of Taoist Immediate Course" in his hand.

…Do you believe in Jesus, Buddha, or Faith? Hey, don’t you have conflicts of belief?

But this weird man is not ugly - black hair, black eyes, and a baby face that is almost younger than me, cute enough to make women burn.

It's just that those eyes have no energy at all, they are pitch black, as if they have no luster at all, and their skin is pale - not sickly white, this is definitely the white that will appear after staying at home for a long time.

... Orientals.

Absolutely Chinese.

I was moved to tears when I saw the 'madeinchina' behind his book 'One Hundred Days of Taoism Crash Course'.

I didn't feel it when I was in China, but now when I come to a foreign country, it is rare to see a fellow countryman, and I suddenly feel moved by the feeling of "meeting an old friend in a foreign country".

Just when I wanted to make friends with him, he suddenly spoke again.

"Xin...sheng?" It was still the same ugly voice, but it was a little clearer than before.

So I nodded.

"I'm Chord, he's Bell Rosers, and that's Ambrose Warlund." I clicked one by one.

He nodded slowly: "I am the…………………… the dormitory administrator."

He spoke extremely slowly, and it took him a long time to say the last five words.

I twitched the corner of my mouth.

"Uh...how do I call you..."

“Call me……………………Administrator.”

"...But, calling it that way seems distant..."

"No……………………relationship."

"…………"

What is this strange speaking rhythm and tone? !

For a while, I was speechless.

An's face was completely dark, and his forehead was full of blue veins—it was obvious that the environment and administrators here had already challenged his limits.

Bell still looked dazed, but he was more dazed than usual.

In the end I was the first to speak.

"Cough...Mr. Administrator..." I still felt awkward shouting—nonsense, calling Mr. to a baby-faced boy who looked younger than myself, am I right?

I immediately changed my mind and made a decision on my own: "It's better to let you take care of it."

If he doesn't tell me his name, I'll pick one for him.

He continued to stare at me blankly, until the cold air came from my back, and then he responded with a slow 'ah', and then said: "But... . . . . . . "

In fact, I really want to open his head to see if the memory stick is too small, causing the CPU to run slowly or something...

"We are freshmen who will be staying in No. [-] Snow White Dormitory and No. [-] Cinderella Dormitory... Could you please take us there?"

"OK."

"........."

So we were relatively silent for a while, and he took us through a narrow path to find the No. [-] dormitory.

It didn't match his speaking speed, his footsteps were unexpectedly fast, I almost had to trot to catch up.