This idea created a sixteen-year prescribed situation for Lin Nian, in which he needed to worry about his school grades, he needed to worry about the rent at the end of the month, he needed to think about how to avoid child labor laws to bring extra income to his family, and he needed to become a normal person, a normal person through and through.

Now, however, the letter from the Kassel Academy has broken this stipulation and freed him from that thought.

What would be the thing that breaks out of the prescribed situation of the average person?

And who is the person who comes out from under the membrane?

In the Ample Pavilion, Miyamoto looked down at Lin Nian, although it was the first time they met, this man's words were like knives, accelerating the speed of cutting through the membrane.

He didn't care what was under the skin, how terrifying the roar was, he just wanted to see the beauty of the moment when the thing broke out of the ground, and the excitement when he drew his knife against it.

From the beginning, he said to Lin Nian in surprise: You are the person I am looking for.

This statement does not lie.

Lin Nian didn't understand what the Japanese branch was, and if he knew, he should have turned around and left when Miyamoto introduced himself for the first time.

The person Miyamoto was looking for was never a piece of jade, a person who was qualified to join the kendo club, and during the boring period when the president of the student council and the president of the Lionheart Club was away from the internship, all he wanted was an opponent who could become his enemy.

Therefore, after talking to Lin Nian for the first time to make sure that the young man in front of him was indeed qualified, all he did was to provoke this seemingly peaceful and polite young man.

Now he's on the verge of success.

"Why don't we play a game?" Miyamoto suddenly showed a relaxed smile, suddenly piercing the dull atmosphere, he turned around and walked to the table and picked up a dinner knife, and pressed the middle of the knife with the thumb of his right hand to break the knife.

Lin Nian was interrupted by this sound and looked at it deeply, and at the dining table, Miyamoto single-mindedly found a few paper cups of the same shape and color and explained: "This is a very popular game in our Japanese branch, you should have seen a magician on TV performing the magic of slapping nails with empty hands, right?" ”

Lin Nian didn't answer him, and Miyamoto said while picking out a paper cup with no wrinkles and stains on the outside: "That magic trick is also commonly referred to as Russian roulette, but compared to the revolver wheel that actually stuffs bullets, the magician's version of Russian roulette is much less expensive. ”

"Ten paper bags, one long nail standing upright in the paper bag, and then the paper bag is immediately disturbed and the magician pats it down with his hands one by one until the last one is reached." Miyamoto threw away the half-cut blade in his hand: "At this time, the magician will uncover the last paper bag, which happens to be the one with nails inside." ”

Lin Nian watched silently as Miyamoto put the blade on the table and walked in front of him with a smile and said: "Lin Niansan, this can be the first 'thing' you meet at the Kassel Academy, you say that you can't recognize yourself, then create an opportunity for yourself and others to clearly recognize what kind of person you are - whether you are a brave man, or a coward, a sober person, or a persistent person." ”

"In our Japanese branch, this game is played almost every day, and the young people in the executive board are always arrogant and will bring the game out in the face of endless arguments." Miyamoto looked at his palm: "From the first start of the shooting, whoever can't help but quit first is the loser, and the loser unconditionally listens to the wrong winner's instructions, for which many stubborn young people will leave a scar on their hands, so the director of the Executive Board even came forward to strictly stop this cruel game that is equivalent to internal friction." ”

Lin Nian looked at Miyamoto Yixin's right palm, where there was a dark scar, and it was obvious that this man was also one of the "stubborn young men" in his mouth.

"I'm curious now about how bad the school spirit is in Japan. Is it all people like you? Lin Nian could see clearly that the polite Japanese man in front of him was a madman at all, and his initial response to his accosting was a wrong decision.

"Not all branches exist in the form of campuses like the Kassel Academy, it seems that Lin Niansang still knows a lot about the "secret party", and I am quite looking forward to the day when Lin Niansang can go to the Japanese branch for a mission, what kind of changes will happen to people like you in that environment, I am curious. Miyamoto stroked the smooth, sharp blade on the table, and the light reflected by the silver cutlery swept over its eyes.

Lin Nian looked at the smile on the corner of Miyamoto's mouth all the time, and he slowly understood the meaning of this conversation and the purpose of the other party's contact with him.

It's really inexplicable, Lin Nian didn't even know this guy before tonight, could it be that the 'S' rank title is so hateful?

"You said that this is the best game to settle arguments in your Japanese branch, but it seems that I have no reason to play such a boring game with you right now." Lin Nian picked up half a piece of Black Forest chocolate cake from the dining table next to him and stuffed it in his mouth, he felt hungry, so he started eating.

"Isn't a chance to recognize who you are?" Miyamoto tilted his head intently: "It's like I'm putting forward an argument now, the 'S' class student is a person who timidly retreats in the face of challenges, if you just turn around and leave today, won't you think about me repeatedly when you go to bed at night, has this argument been confirmed by yourself?" ”

"Do you think I'm like the kind of person who posts comments on the Internet and gets scolded, then gets angry and can't sleep and secretly cries at night?" Lin Nian finished eating the chocolate cake and picked up another pasta.

"From the conversation we had just now, it doesn't look like it." Miyamoto said in one heart.

"I was really relieved when I heard you say that you are a candidate for student union president." Lin Nian sucked his spaghetti and said expressionlessly: "Because from my impression of seeing Caesar Gattuso this morning, you can't win against him." ”

"This point has to be realistic, there is still a period of time before the election chairman, I remember just a few days after the freshman war practice class, it can be regarded as a test for him, if he can't even pass that kind of course, how can he become my enemy on the same stage." Miyamoto shook his head.

"You're used to standing too tall when you speak, and I don't know if the people in the Japanese branch are all of this virtue, but if you put someone like you, you will be beaten." Lin Nian said lightly: "At first, I thought you came with good intentions, but now I realize that I was wrong. I'm actually a very simple person, at least I can clearly realize one thing, that is, I will meddle when I see something bad, and I will beat him when I see a bad person, and the suit you wear tonight looks expensive, but I wear a school uniform, and there is a spare one in the dormitory. Now, I'm going to eat. ”

His meaning is already simple - get out.

"It's a pity, I thought the 'S' class students should be a little more arrogant." Miyamoto stared at Lin Nian's side face and shook his head and said.

"My sister told me before." Lin Nian's action of eating noodles paused: "She said that when she was nosy outside, she met a bad guy and ran away, she didn't want to go to the police station to get someone." ”

"What?" It may be that there is a problem of cultural differences, and Miyamoto did not understand the meaning of the word 'police station'.

Lin Nian put down his knife and fork and wiped the corners of his mouth with a napkin: "Most of the people in the student union are quite friendly, but some are too enthusiastic, I thought everyone had good intentions towards me at first, but now it seems that there are exceptions, listening to your so many words, foreshadowing, temptation, anger, provocation, the ultimate goal should be to step on the head of the 'S' class student, and prove that you are the leader of this school, right?" It seems that you also have this traditional custom in Japan, where superiors beat subordinates and seniors beat juniors. ”

Without waiting for Miyamoto to react, Lin Nian walked up to him, and put the paper cups upside down on the table one by one in a row, Miyamoto saw Lin Nian's actions, and he became excited for the first time tonight: "You finally understand what I mean, Lin Sang!" ”

Lin Nian ignored him, and after buttoning up the paper cup, he picked up the half of the blade, and Miyamoto walked aside and said, "Lin Sang, do you want to put the blade yourself?" I don't care, I believe in your character. ”

But then Lin Nian didn't put the blade into one of the paper cups, but erected the sharp blade on the table.

At this time, he turned his head to look at Miyamoto and said calmly: "My sister also told me that you can endure it when you go out, and a peaceful life is the most important thing. ”

With that, he slapped the blade with a slap!

The next moment, the finger bone hit the tip of the knife, and the half-cut knife on the table seemed to be crushed by a hydraulic press, making a piercing clicking sound, and the blade instantly shattered into countless fragments and scattered into the food on the table, and then the palm of the hand fell on the table and there was a loud noise, causing countless people on the dance floor to turn their heads to look at this side.

"But I never listened to my sister." He raised his hand and looked directly at Miyamoto's stunned side face and said slowly: "The paper cup is still there, you can play slowly, now I'm going to go to other places to continue eating." ”