'I'm ...... What's wrong? ’

Lu Mingfei slowly opened his eyes, and what caught his eye was an unfamiliar white ceiling - it didn't seem to be a Chicago train station?

The light was a bit harsh, and he blinked with great difficulty, and finally managed to sort out a little thought: he had met Mercer by chance at the station before, so he had a meal with his eighth-grade brother Fingal, and then he was lucky enough to wait for the CC1000 train that night, and after getting on the train......

Lu Mingfei looked at the white ceiling again, not the church-like snow-white dome of the Chicago train station, nor the retro-style dark red roof of the CC1000 - where is this?

"I woke up so soon, yes, you are the best one in the newcomer Li Suzhì this time."

A familiar word came, and after thinking about it a little, Lu Mingfei suddenly became a dead soul -! It can't be the biggest infinite horror, right? Could it be that the CC1000 train crashed into the mountain wall car and killed people? Pity me, how can my colorful life in a foreign college end before it even begins!

Of course, these are just momentary brain complaints. Straightening up and looking around a little, he found himself lying on a cowhide bench with a blanket over his body. The furnishings of the room are relatively old, with heavy wooden bookcases on all sides, and a crystal lamp hanging from the ceiling; Not far away, Mercer was sitting on his desk with Erlang's legs crossed, apparently he had just said the words; Professor Guderian, on the other hand, sat in his chair, his head dozing little by little.

"Are you awake?" Just a little more than ten seconds later, Guderian suddenly looked up and saw Lu Mingfei sitting up, his eyes lit up. "It's good to wake up, it's the first time I've heard of someone fainting from panic during admissions...... Are you okay? ”

"Uh, I'm scared, did I faint out of terror? How do I feel like it's a bang, the carriage is all black, like hitting a mountain? ”

He vaguely remembered the painting he had seen on the train before: the corpse of a behemoth lying on a huge snowy peak, the blood-red sky also raining red drops, people cheering to drill its body open, white smoke curling, blood flowing freely, magma-like heat melting the ice and snow and falling into rain. It was a black dragon that had just died.

It's not scary to think about, but I just think it's very good and fantastical...... Fainted from fear?

Could it be the boy I saw in my dream doing it?

"It's impossible to hit a mountain, and if there is such a low-level technical mistake, then the equipment department will feel shameless to live in the world. In essence, dragons are just a relatively powerful creature, except for the higher dragons that can be cocooned to prolong their lives in disguise, they can also be injured and die, and a nuclear bomb can solve everything......" Guderian casually explained the impossibility of hitting the mountain, and began to talk about dragons with a relaxed expression, saying things that seemed to be common sense, and at the same time using his hands to make a nuclear bomb explosion, and his mouth made a "bang" sound.

Mercer listened attentively, and then took out a pen and paper to take notes.

"Wait, wait...... Professor, are you kidding? Okay, I'll admit that the picture is very beautiful and interesting, but you can't conclude that there are dragons in the world through a single painting, right? This year's photos can be ps. ”

Lu Mingfei scratched his head and sighed. I can't see that the professor in front of me is still a person who has been poisoned by Western chivalric novels, but he is really a big man who brings his fantasies to the entrance counseling?

"Well, there are a lot of freshmen like you anyway, and some of them have poor perception - of course, being an S-class student doesn't mean there's something wrong with your bloodline. So I've prepared a little bit of empirical evidence. In this regard, Guderian did not seem to have much hope for Lu Mingfei, who had grown up under the red flag and believed in materialism, so he clapped his hands, and immediately a man pushed open the door of the study and walked in.

"I'm Masashi Toyama, a counselor at Kassel Academy, and I'm honored to meet you. The college has not had an S-class student for more than forty years. ”

The middle-aged man who came in held two black boxes in both hands, with a face that could no longer be Japanese, and bowed respectfully to Lu Mingfei. Lu Mingfei was at a loss again, he could see that this salute was very respectful - but he didn't seem to have done anything, did he? Do you need to be so respectful? And what is the S-class?

"We brought two pieces of evidence, both of which were highly classified artifacts that were specially borrowed from the college archives."

Masashi Toyama unveiled the first black suitcase, which contained something that was also black, about the size of two or three palms, in the shape of a shield, with a light but clear texture. Masashi Toyama motioned for him to squeeze it, and it was very tough, light, and a little cold and smooth.

And at this time, a pistol was stuffed into his hand.

"Walter PPK pistol, the armament department made a little improvement. Try shooting at this. ”

Rubbing the weighty firearm in his hand, Lu Mingfei stared at what seemed to be plastic, and couldn't help but hold his breath. It's not that he can't shoot, he is a master of guns and guns during military training; And rarely, he didn't open his mouth to complain about where the pistol came from, why he wanted to shoot, and what would happen after shooting. In the dark, he felt that his three views might really be about to usher in a serious crisis.

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The Kassel Academy is beautiful.

There are medieval buildings everywhere, and occasionally the walls that are too plain do not forget to add some small reliefs; The green lawn is neatly manicured, and the shapes and positions of flowers and trees are staggered; The crimson cobblestone road winds and stretches, and occasionally you can see a few rockeries, which is quite the essence of Chinese gardens; A melodious bell rang in the distance, startling several white doves flying in the air.

But Lu Mingfei was not happy at all.

"Relax, relax, Mingfei, think about how interesting this world is that really has superhuman superpowers! And you're one of the elites! I will definitely become a leader or a hero in the future! ”

Professor Guderian patted him vigorously on the shoulder, a smug smile on his old face.

"As an S-level student who hasn't been seen in our school for many years, how can I not achieve a result that is difficult for everyone to match? You see, I've chosen all your timetables: Introduction to Dragon Family Genealogy, Level 1 of Magic Mechanical Design, Level 1 of Alchemy Chemistry, as well as Old Norse and Tai Chi...... You'll earn thirteen credits and become a well-deserved S-level student for over forty years! ”

Lu Mingfei covered his face silently, and Mercer on the side tossed a coin boredly, looking like he was waiting for something.

Then, the sirens sounded, as if a ghostly wail echoed throughout the campus

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