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Just as women love bags and heels, men are inherently inherently inherently resistant to close-fitting suits. However, the highest level of the suit is close-fitting. It's not a suit Armani, a belt Hermes, and leather shoes Grafimu, which will feel close to the body when you wear it. Sometimes, maybe it's just a tailor with good craftsmanship, and the work he makes for you will have the feeling of not losing to the big names. This is also the reason why the old archways on Savi Street in the United Kingdom are dismissive of brands like Armani, because those mass-produced fashions can never compete with one-to-one customized high-end close-fitting. It's like a Mercedes-Benz BMW versus a Rolls-Royce, maybe you can go a little faster, but the feeling of luxury is definitely not so strong.

Meng Jin was wearing a black suit at this time, which was very slim, which made his chest muscles and abdominal muscles, which were originally only faintly visible, stand out. And the author of this suit turned out to be a blonde and blue-eyed foreign monk, who is said to have been the fashion director of Hugo_Boss in the past, but was later abducted by the academy to serve as an old tailor in the castle. Adhering to the Hugo_Boss style, Meng Jin's set, from head to toe, the feeling is in the words fashion, business, youth, and elite.

"Hey, how do we get out of the castle?" Meng Jin felt more and more that something was wrong, and every boy in a dress and a girl in a revealing dress held hands and ran towards the dense forest outside the ancient castle. And no matter how formal their upper bodies are, they all have a pair of combat boots on their feet. Looking around, I am afraid that only Meng Jin and Zhou Tang beside him are wearing polished leather shoes.

"Didn't you read the rules for freshmen?" Zhou Tang glanced at Meng Jin, who was a little nervous.

"Ah, that brick-like thing, I thought no one would look at it."

"Hmph. No wonder. You think everyone is dressed up and dancing to the music of a live band in the castle's auditorium. Maybe you can find a female companion, maybe you can't, and end up dancing awkwardly with a guy, still hoping that a goddess will come to rescue you? ”

“…… Uh, isn't it? ”

"Haha, that's a plot that only you have in Nanda's Dragon_Raja." Zhou Tang smiled, "The reality is very cruel." ”

"Reality?" Meng Jin muttered the word, but he didn't realize that he had unconsciously arrived at the edge of the ancient castle, the junction of the dense forest.

"Ladies and gentlemen! Welcome to such a dark night! Benjamin's voice rang out from a hillside at the edge of the forest. A huge spotlight shone from the castle's tower, illuminating Benjamin and the presidents of a dozen or so student organizations in his vicinity, and Coco, dressed in a coffee-colored trench coat, stood silently.

Indeed, Meng Jin raised his head. There was not a single moonlight tonight, and dark clouds covered the entire sky, and beneath the sky, there was complete darkness.

"The annual freshman sorority is here! This year's sorority is different from previous years, so I'm looking forward to it! There are two reasons, first, this time we have 3 A-grades, and a once-in-a-century S-class! ”

There were a few more pillars of cold-colored spotlights, which shone on Meng Jin, Zhou and Tang. Suddenly shrouded by that strong light, Meng Jin subconsciously covered his eyes. But he heard from the side, and the chatter of the freshmen began again.

"The second reason, in order to take care of the ornamentality of this sorority, the academy has specially introduced a batch of new demons from the Siberian Ice Prison in Russia, and this time the big boss is a Minotaur at the level of Chastes-level magicians!"

The audience gasped at first, and then there was a shocking cheer.

"Wait, did I just get distracted? It's not a sorority, how can it be a demon, a minotaur, and these uncomfortable-sounding horror things? Meng Jin asked Zhou Tang beside him as if asking for help, but he couldn't help but smile evilly when he saw this cold guy.

"Didn't you say that the reality is very cruel?" Zhou Tang patted Meng Jin's shoulder kindly, signaling him not to be scared, "It's said that it's a freshman association, but it's actually better to say that it's a freshman martial arts meeting. Just like ordinary hunting, the organization that hunts the most demons is the winner. Be able to get the Academy's maximum resource ration for the new year. ”

"I'll ...... Hunt...... Demon hunting? Meng Jin didn't expect that the sorority would be able to play such a dangerous trick.

"But...... I haven't trained since that day.,Arrow god or something.,How do you use it? Do you also rely on the kitchen goddess to get rid of demons? Thinking of playing games and chasing American dramas carefree these days, Meng Jin is a little afraid.

"Hmph. Of course I practiced, otherwise where do you think I'm going when it's raining these days? ”

"But ......"

"Remember, when a demon lies on top of you and wants to lick your eggs, you'll naturally know how to use your arrows."

As soon as Zhou Tang finished speaking, rows of monks carrying large boxes came to the freshman school. Kongzhou commanded the two little novices and threw a large green box next to Meng Jin.

"Both! Good night! Our most noble S-class and A-class, I bring the best equipment! ”

Opening the big box, the various weapons inside made Meng Jin feel like he had traveled to the arsenal.

The box was full of magazines, grenades, and firearms, ranging from the German G37, the American-Belgian SCAR, to the huge Bartlet. Of course, there are also medieval Western-style swords and shields, Chinese swords, and even an old Salissa spear from Macedonia under Alexander the Great.

"These are all good guys, guaranteed to double the lethality of all kinds of demons!" The empty boat patted his stomach as if he had eaten a full dinner.

"Mithril and runes have been added?" Zhou Tang didn't raise his head, and the G37 was loaded with a bang.

"The little guy knows a lot," Kuzhou nodded, "All the bullets are filled with mercury and dissolved in Mithril, and the surface of the bullets is also engraved with Buddhist and Taoist spells and secret arrays, which are extremely lethal to all demons with physical bodies." However, there is nothing that can be done about spiritual bodies such as ghosts in China. ”

As if self-deprecating, Kongzhou sneered, and added, "Of course, a gathering of little kids like your sorority is some low-level entity demons, and the Minotaur in Siberia has also been locked up for decades, and I am skeptical of the combat power and thirty percent. However, a few years ago, there were still two new people who died at the demon hunting party, and I am also skeptical about whether they have turned into resentful spirits and been stationed in the forest for a long time......

"What?! And with the dead! Meng Jin looked at the empty boat in surprise.

"Of course! But you don't have to worry, the dead are all guys who have never read the freshman code and haven't trained the séance, you're still S-class, don't worry! ”

Cold sweat came out of Meng Jin's shirt one by one.

Almost armed by the two novices, Meng Jin had a Smith & Wesson M500 stuck in his waist, the world's largest revolver that was said to be able to kill an elephant with ease. In his hand, he holds a black-painted SCAR, and those special ammo can be clearly seen in the translucent magazine of the SCAR. What's even more funny is that under the command of the empty boat, a string of "necklaces" composed of magazines and grenades hung twice on Meng Jin's body. And he also carried a Persian scimitar and a bronze round shield from ancient Rome on his back.

(SCAR, Special_operationas_forces_combat_assault_rifle is a next-generation main battle weapon led by the United States and jointly developed by several countries around the world, known for its good versatility of ammunition and loading parts, and its indicators are also far ahead of other rifles. ）

Armed to the teeth, Meng Jin struggled, and only then did he realize how precious a pair of combat boots was.

"Is the signal from the headphones okay?" Zhou Tang turned around from the side, also carrying so many weapons on his back, but Zhou Tang looked as chic as James Bond.

"Yes...... Signal. Meng Jin, who was almost out of breath, spit out this sentence hideously.

"Weapons can be used, right? Pulling down the bolt is loading, and pulling the trigger is firing. Remember to unplug the insurance before throwing the grenade, everyone grew up playing FPS, and I have never eaten pork and seen pigs running. Zhou Tang finally patiently said this to Meng Jin, and then waved his hand to the few people behind him.

"The Freemasons are divided into two teams! Each team of 10 people, Team A follows me, Team B follows this guy from the S-class, let's go! ”

A group of men and women, dressed in formal clothes but heavily armed, followed their leaders into the forest through the differentiated entrance at the edge of the forest. Meng Jin was almost also supported by the two tall young men in his team, and stepped into the unknown area that was completely pitch black.

"Deliberately changed the time of the sorority, and deliberately spent a lot of money to get the minotaur from Siberia, you have a lot of thoughts." On the hillside, Coco was dissatisfied with Benjamin, who was standing in front of him, dressed in a gray suit.

"You misunderstood me!" Benjamin turned his face and looked innocent.

"Sorority time is something I proposed to change." Marcus, who was still wearing a captain's hat and holding a glass of champagne in his hand, walked over.

"The Minotaur was also shipped by me." Franklin always wore a bow around his neck.

"They do, and that's what I mean." Pacing, Dean Chuanyin walked up the hill accompanied by an empty boat.

"Dean!"

"Like Benjamin said, tonight, it's going to be fun." Chuanyin asked someone to bring a chair and sit down on the hillside.

"We're bored waiting, get some barbecue? Do you know how to play, Texas Hold'em? Bullfight? Chuanyin didn't seem to be worried at all about what terrible things would happen in that dark and misty forest.

―――――――― saw that American dramas were banned, and immediately thought that the mouth of the people was more important than the book-burning pit of Fangchuan and Qin Shihuang. In short, cultural tyranny is bound to fail. The trajectory of history will not be stagnant because of the General Administration of Lights, and the people's IQ will not stop developing because of the war between the palace fighting mother-in-law and the daughter-in-law. Thirty years from now, we'll look at the present.