The Regent Hotel is located in a less central area, with a quiet environment that is in line with its consumer positioning, and the gorgeous and high-end architecture is unique among the generally unnew buildings.

Lu Mingfei walked on the road with his head shrunk, looking left and right and the road from time to time, his hands in his trouser pockets, rubbing the expensive pure black N96 mobile phone from time to time, and his heart kept trembling.

The morning before yesterday he had gone downstairs to help his aunt and his pesky cousin with his usual shopping, and by the way, he had picked up the letters that he had received in English that began with "Dear Applicant: Thank you for your interest in the College, but unfortunately ......" -- and it was a shame that my aunt had tried her luck to see if he could get one, and had spent hundreds of dollars on the application fee.

It was just a little different that morning, he received a Chinese reply with something strange in content, and then signed for a black N96 phone with a contact named "Professor Guderian" on it...... It can only be said that all of a sudden, not only him, uncles, aunts and cousins are also messy.

Then, as requested, he came to the Regent Hotel today for an interview—a place he was quite familiar with, for his uncle and his friends often came here to chat and drink tea when he had nothing to do, and sat in the palatial hall until the tea was filled with plain water.

I really don't know what that bit of vanity means.

"Turn left...... Turn right...... Go straight...... Turn right again ......"

Lu Mingfei held a simple map he drew in his left hand, staring at the route of the map and the surroundings, for fear of accidentally going wrong. At the same time, he also yawned unreliably - last night he specially asked his interstellar comrade-in-arms Don to make up for various interviews, and now he still has those few words of English with the wrong accent circling in his head.

"Hah, it looks like it's here."

Finally, Lu Mingfei looked at the bloodshot eyes in front of him instead of the children's stick figure map, looking at the golden-framed revolving glass door, he swallowed a mouthful of saliva, mustered up his courage, and strode in.

"Are you here for an interview at the Kassel Academy?" Please go this way. As soon as he entered the door, the beautiful waitress asked, and after nodding nervously, he was taken outside the conference hall on the executive floor, but what he didn't expect was that as soon as he got out of the elevator, five familiar voices reached his ears.

"Lu Mingfei?!" x4

Among the 18 chairs for the interviewees, four were classmates from Shilan Middle School: Zhao Menghua, Su Xiaoqiao, Liu Miaomiao, and Chen Wenwen. And one of his few friends, Mercer, was as celibate and casual as ever, wearing a plain sweatshirt and black trousers, standing with his head hanging down against the wall. He didn't seem surprised to see his arrival, but mysteriously smiled back, as if he had expected it a long time ago.

"Ah...... Yes, I'm here too. ”

Lu Mingfei was also stunned for a while, and he didn't think about what expression to use to face it, so he had to show a slightly embarrassed smile.

"Hey, is there any mistake, can anyone participate in the interview at this Kassel Academy?" The little heavenly girl Su Xiaoqiao has always looked at Lu Mingfei at the wrong time, and the two of them in the literary club are always a poisonous tongue and a scoundrel. Probably because of the incident of entering the school, I have a grudge against him since then, so now that I see this guy, I immediately start to slack off.

Lu Mingfei could only act as if he didn't hear it, good men didn't fight with women, found a seat and sat down, and filled in the blank information on the long table.

Seeing this, Su Xiaoqiao showed a smile of anger, Liu Miaomiao also covered her mouth and chuckled, Chen Wenwen looked at it and didn't speak, and Zhao Menghua didn't react at all, and Mercer continued to lean on the sneer after smiling.

Once again, everyone was overwhelmed by the stress of unpredictable interviews, either silently recalling various responses and answers, or nervously in a daze. The 18 seats were almost full, and Mercer was reminded of all sorts of unpleasant exams, but then he relaxed, for the only thing he felt was relaxation.

The full Chinese answer questions, or those completely irrelevant questions, and the answer results of the questions do not affect whether to be admitted at all, he can't be nervous if he wants to.

What's more, he had already figured out the best and most powerful way to prove it, and this interview was just a formality for him.

"Has Liu Miaomiao arrived?"

Suddenly, the oak door to the conference room was pushed open from the inside, and a tall, lanky Chinese man walked out briskly from inside. He had a gentle smile on his face, and was wearing a dark green suit with silver threads and gold buttons on his cuffs, and a small half-decayed World Tree printed on his chest, which looked very high-end.

Liu Miao stood up suddenly, and her hands, which had become slender and steady because of years of playing the piano, trembled nervously.

"I'm examiner Ye Sheng, don't be nervous, please come with me."

Ye Sheng smiled again, revealing his snow-white teeth, and then led Liu Miaomiao, whose steps were as stiff as a machine, into the conference room.

The oak door closed as if it were exploding, and several people from Shilan Middle School began to gather in a group and whispered.

"I've heard that Kassel College is a prestigious school, and many Harvard professors rush to teach." Zhao Menghua looked at the few people who gathered, especially at Chen Wenwen, and then said. "That's right, it seems to have something to do with the Ivy League...... Su Xiaoqiao said a little nervously, "I seem to remember that the previous senior Chu Zihang seems to have entered this school......"

"I don't know how many ...... will be admitted"

Chen Wenwen whispered uneasily, and gently grabbed the corner of her clothes with her bare hand.

Not only a few people from Shilan Middle School, but also other people who came to participate in the interview began to have a heated discussion, and all kinds of big and small news continued to set off the height of the Kassel Academy.

Lu Mingfei didn't have any bottom in his heart, but other people had also checked the official information of Kassel Academy, but in addition to smirking, fantasizing, and playing interstellar all day long, the only preparation he had done for the interview was probably to find Lao Tang for tutoring last night, so his heart was half cold.

"Ann, don't worry." Mercer, bored, also came over to join in the conversation. "It is said that Harvard only finds so many people from China in a year, not to mention this seemingly more high-end Kassel Academy. It's not that I'm deliberately lowering everyone's morale, it's just that even if this school didn't go in, everyone would have already set goals for themselves or thought about where to go, right? ”

As soon as these words came out, the two girls present more or less agreed, but it was Zhao Menghua, who kept staring at him fiercely.

"It's just, there's nothing to be afraid of."

Lu Mingfei also echoed, but he wanted to sigh that he didn't have any goals. This time, his speech did not wait for Su Xiaoqiao's poisonous tongue to strike, but it was Mercer who spoke.

"I'm going to explain what is wrong, you are also a person who has commanded thousands of troops (dogs), so you have to be a little ambitious." Mercer turned around and patted him on the shoulder in hatred, "Whether you've heard of a palm that falls from the sky, believe me, you're the best boy with a strange skeleton and one in a million!" ”

Lu Mingfei looked at the sky speechlessly, and said in his heart, Big brother, I didn't offend you, why bother to make fun of me, and several people present also leaned forward and backwards with laughter, and even Zhao Menghua almost didn't hold back.

The door was pushed open again, Ye Sheng politely gestured, and Liu Miaomiao's eyes were a little red and walked out, obviously the result was not ideal, just hurriedly took the schoolbag and left.

"Next, Su Xiaoqiao."

The atmosphere suddenly became solemn, and Liu Miaomiao's level was also known by several people in Shilan Middle School, and she was definitely no worse than any of them in terms of spoken English, but at the moment, the appearance of this little piano beauty directly raised the hearts of several people. How hard does it have to be to be so depressed that you are about to shed tears?

And the usually high-spirited and pretentious little goddess is still too tender after all, and even her legs are trembling when she stands up, and she stiffens step by step and follows into the conference room. Lu Mingfei immediately laughed out loud when he saw it, and leaned back on the chair and looked at the ceiling heartlessly.

"Lu Mingfei, aren't you nervous?" Chen Wenwen looked at him, and he also replied smugly: "Don't be nervous, don't be nervous, I can't pass the exam anyway, it's just a dozen soy sauces, isn't it?" As he spoke, he shook his hands behind his head.

"No, no, no, if you make soy sauce, anyone can do it."

Mercer pretended to be a god, and people almost thought that this guy knew something inside. However, Lu Mingfei thought about his mediocre background and talent, and the fact that the god stick had begun to nibble on hot milk and croissants, and he was convinced again that he had been soaked.

Of course, these things have always been dramatic, haven't they?

(l~1`x*>+``+