"Ten questions?"

"Hmm."

"Are you sure you've answered ten questions?"

"At least that's what Professor Manstein said."

At night, in dormitory 303 in District 1, Fingal almost jumped up from the bed and hit the ceiling, pulled his hands behind his back and made a hip movement, and his mouth made a Wuhu sound.

"Is it necessary to be so excited?" Lin Nian on the lower bunk turned his pencil and looked up helplessly.

"Ten questions! My dear junior brother, do you know that there are only a few questions in the 3E exam? That's right! That's the Ten Paths! You've got it all! Fingal pat the iron railing beside the bed with a beaming eyebrow.

"It's also possible to answer incorrectly, and if you can't answer it 100% correctly." Lin Nian took a sip of Coke and seemed to be disinterested, he seemed to be very concerned about the picture he had seen earlier, and was lying on the table and writing and drawing on a blank piece of paper.

"As long as you don't know how to pretend to know how to scribble, the accuracy rate of the answers written because of resonance is generally more than 90%! At least brother, I haven't written the wrong answer after listening to the resonance, which in itself is a difficult thing to establish! Fingal on the top bunk sat cross-legged and enthusiastically popularized science to Lin Nian: "For example, if you resonate with the Longwen 'Emperor', then you will inevitably not be able to write the answer as 'silence', to the greatest extent, it is only possible that there is something wrong when you sketch the Longwen, and the thick pictures and understatements are not very clear, but Norma is a supercomputer, he will compare the standard answers in the computer library with your answers, once the same rate exceeds 80%, it will be correct, and the error tolerance rate is very great!" ”

"So, your winning rate in this handicap is also very forgiving." Lin Nian explained the reason why Fingal was so excited.

"No, junior brother, you must know that we are under the same roof, and a large part of senior brother is still happy for you." Fingal's eyebrows fluttered.

"Let's screw back the crooked nose first." Lin Nian glanced at the open laptop on the night watchman's forum, which was full of forum private messages asking him about the 3E exam, and it seemed that many gambling dogs were already a little anxious.

He was about to fork out the web page when he was alerted to a new email from Norma.

"Senior brother, it should be your class schedule that has arrived." Fingal opened a bottle of beer and glanced at his laptop screen.

"Do you have a lot of freshman classes at Kassel Academy? How does it compare to high school? Lin Nian exhaled and moved his mouse to the email.

"Then you have to compare it with which country, your high schools in China still have evening self-study, but Japanese high schools end at three or four o'clock in the afternoon, and college life generally gets better at the beginning, which is the norm." Fingal took a sip of wine: "Don't worry, you are now in the preparatory class of the school, Norma will not arrange too heavy courses for you, probably only arrange dragon genealogy, language classes, physical education classes and other easy introductory courses for you." ”

"Actually, I'm more confident in science than in liberal arts." Lin Nian muttered and clicked on the email.

Norma's email is really a class schedule, which begins with congratulations to Lin Nian for passing the 3E exam, and after the results come out on the next day, Norma will enter the database and send a report card to his mailbox, and then there will be some classes that he will be on time from tomorrow, he will take classes with the first-year freshmen, and the usual grades and credits will not be credited to the final grade points.

"I'll see what classes are available." Fingal leaned out of the top bunk and squinted at the screen: "Old Norse, Hebrew, and Runic alphabet... Well, how did you learn English in high school? ”

"My high school teaching conditions are quite good, the English teacher is a foreign teacher, and I usually have no problem communicating with him normally."

"The language talent is good, then it seems that you won't be deflated in language classes in the future, this thing is quite a headache, but fortunately, most language classes learn dead language, and don't pay much attention to grammar." Fingal shrugged.

"Dead language?"

"It's that there is no longer a language in the world that is considered a native language by a race." "For example, you don't need to use it for daily communication or to practice its spoken language, you just need to understand the meaning of its written words to learn it, and the most difficult part of the course is to memorize the words and symbols that look like tadpoles or abstract paintings," Fingal said. ”

"I've always had a good memory... In addition to language classes, there are also "Genealogy of the Dragon Family", "Survival Drill", as well as "Bajiquan" and "Introduction to Cold Weapon Combat". Lin Nian dragged the mouse to look down: "What kind of course is the survival drill?" Will the school drop us into a hostile environment for personal survival? ”

"Usually the class is not so exaggerated, at most it teaches you some survival knowledge and how to use astronomy to find your way when you get lost, but when you take the graduation exam, you will do it like you say, I remember the students of the last graduation exam were sent to the jungles of Guatemala by a Gulfstream airliner for a month of survival, and one of the requirements in the exam was to hunt a large beast independently." Fingal raised an eyebrow.

"Big beasts?"

"Bears, pythons, horse crocodiles or something, I also saw a student carry back a live jaguar, the reason why I didn't kill it was because the student thought it was too cute and wanted to raise it but was rejected by the academy on the grounds that he was worried about his personal safety, the jaguar's personal safety in the academy! ... Our academy can be regarded as a combat school, and the exams are quite hardcore, and when you graduate from the sword combat class, you have to be asked to fight with real swords. Fingal explained.

"Is this Bajiquan the one I know?" Lin Nian pulled the mouse and pointed to the screen and asked.

"Bajiquan? I thought Norma would give you a choice of Tai Chi or Jiu-Jitsu, that's right, this is the ancient Chinese boxing method you know, in our academy many lost, limited hand-to-hand combat techniques have been included, if you are interested, you can go to the library to see, maybe you will find a detailed explanation of qigong. Fingal leaned down at the computer screen with the upper half of the beer can in his mouth: "Ahhh Sure enough, dragon genealogy, I knew you couldn't get around this course, after all, this thing is compulsory now, and the teacher in charge is the coquettish of the principal. ”

"Are you sure it's really a big husband to call the headmaster a 'coquette' in private?"

"If you have seen the principal, you will know that the description is not wrong, and coquettish is not a derogatory term, and those who have seen the principal will feel from the bottom of their hearts that this is a rare old slut in the world!" Fingal was eloquent.

"Headmaster, is it like you said, probably I'll find out tomorrow." Lin Nian carefully looked at the class schedule for a while: "Tomorrow morning, I will have a class on dragon family genealogy, with the first-year students in the lecture hall, and the appendix also reminds me that the textbooks I need at eight o'clock tomorrow morning will be packed and placed at the door of my dormitory... What a sweetness! ”

"Norma has always been so caring, provided you are her friend and not her enemy. The first class is the principal's class, junior brother, it looks like you have to go to bed early today, as far as I know, no one dares to fish in the principal's class, even the popular Caesar Gattuso, maybe tomorrow after class the principal will talk to you for a cup of tea or something. Fingal shrugged: "What about the afternoon?" What classes are there in the afternoon? If you don't have classes in the afternoon, you can take you to a party, which is one of the best ways to integrate into campus life. ”

"Oh sorry, I have one more class in the afternoon is... Lingism? Lin Nian was stunned.

"Oh?" Fingal suddenly became interested: "It looks like the old guys who arranged the course for you have high hopes for you." ”

"What is the main purpose of this course? A hundred ways to use superpowers? Lin Nian said suspiciously.

"It's not that exaggerated, let me ask you, have you ever seen someone in the school calling for wind and rain in the past few days, playing with fire and setting themselves on fire?"

"Senior brother, your idioms and rhetoric should really be practiced well."

"You missed the point!" Fingal waved his hand: "The point is that no one within the academy can release the spirit of speech at will!" ”

"Rules?"

"The rules can be broken, but the old guy's 'precepts' can't, as far as I know, no ruthless person has been able to break through the 'precepts' and forcibly release the spirit since the establishment of the school!" Fingal poured a sip of beer and leaned against the wall: "I know you have a lot of questions, but these things can't be explained in a few words, and the best way to understand the course of speech and spirituality is not to brag about it, but the 'A' in speech and spirituality is second to none." ”

"Senior brother, what is the spirit of your words?"

"How can you just say what is at the bottom of the box... It doesn't matter what I really do, okay? Anyway, I can't be so awesome that I can re-elevate my class to 'A' rank. Fingal snorted twice, sloppy and changed the subject: "Senior brother, what is your speech?" Didn't you feel the urge to sing something during the 3E exam today? ”

"What?" For a moment, Lin Nian thought that the 'music dragon slayer' he conceived when he drove the train in his brain during the exam came into reality.

"The spirit of speech is the ability to use the rules of communication in the dragon text to cause anomalous phenomena, and of course human beings have to sing the dragon text if they want to use the spirit of speech, most of the tones of the dragon text are a little subdued, so when you read the spirit of words, listening carefully feels like listening to the singer soaring high notes in the opera house." Fingal explained: "Didn't you want to improvise on an exam time? ”

"No, I had Bach all over me." Lin Nian shook his head.

"Senior brother, you haven't awakened the spirit of speech?" Fingal's expression was a little strange.

"Isn't that weird?"

Fingal nodded: "It's quite strange, after all, a half-breed should have its own speech spirit, even if it is not destructive and obviously interferes with the characteristics of reality, similar to the 'hypnosis' of Masashi Toyama, it can be regarded as a speech spirit!" Your bloodline is expected to be upgraded to 'S', how can you not have a word. ”

"But I really don't." Lin Nian stopped the movements on the white paper in his hand, racking his brains to recall the scene during the exam, he really didn't feel that he had the urge to sing something at that time.

"It's okay, maybe the spiritual impact is not enough, or maybe your bloodline awakening is a little slow now, maybe in a few days you will be eating hot pot and singing, and you will improvise a song on the road, rest assured that if there are other students or professors around you at that time, they will not treat you as a psychopath, but will be happy for you and even applaud you... Well, assuming no one records it and posts it on the forum. Fingal was relieved: "Speaking of which, junior brother, what did you see when you were looking at it?" ”

"Some... There is something that there is not. ”

"It's good if it's a not-so-good experience, this kind of thing is as vague as a dream, it comes and goes quickly, maybe you forget it when you take the exam in the morning and gnaw on the pig's knuckle in the afternoon." Fingal said.

"But senior brother, I said it, I always have a good memory." Lin Nian put down the pencil and whispered.

Fingal peeked out of the top bunk and saw the white piece of paper on the table in front of his notebook, and he was stunned when he could read the contents of the paper.

On the white paper in front of Lin Nian is a pitch-black cage, the curve of the snow mound outside the window looms, and a girl sits kneeling in the cage, and the girl's side face, the lines outlined by the pencil are soft and clear.