“Welcome Home！”

When Lin Nian stepped into the dormitory, the sakura blowing snow from the streamers and crackers made him look at him, and his eyes glared at Fingal's unflattened face.

"What kind of plane are you doing?" Lin Nian cut off the ribbon in his hair and complained.

"After every war practice class, the students will spontaneously hold a party, and it is the only time that members of the student council and the Lionheart Club will be present, and the old people will wish the newcomers to go further and further on the road of dragon slaying, while the newcomers can eat and drink and pick up girls without heart and lungs." Fingal climbed up to the bunk: "It's a pity that junior brother, you successfully missed this party after sleeping in Chicago all night, so senior brother temporarily helped you make up a little bit, I hope these streamers can make up for your little party feeling." ”

"It's only going to make me wash my hair one more time tonight." Lin Nian picked out another ribbon from his hair: "It's injured, there's no way, so I lay in the hospital all night and observed." ”

"Where's the injury? I don't think you're missing arms or legs. Fingal looked back at him with a good conscience.

"Skin trauma, just take care of it for a few days." Lin Nian took off his clothes and put on a long-sleeved T-shirt and lay comfortably in his nest, and finally for a moment he felt like home.

"Senior brother, you know no, you were in the academy when you weren't there."

"I know, so I'm thinking about whether to suffocate you with a pillow tonight or choke you with soap in my shoes."

"I'm not talking about the photo thing." Fingal scratched his face and felt a little weak, the photo was sent out for only a few hours, and I don't know which of the two people owed Lin Nian's name and photo to hang on the current Kassel Academy flower selection, and the number of likes soared and was widely acclaimed!

"Don't you make a fool of yourself, that's good." Lin Nian nodded, and at the same time, he mentally finalized the way Fingal would die tonight.

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"Hey, pictures are little things, ace! You've got the ACE in the war practice class, that's the point! Fingal was embarrassed to open the subject: "When you go back to the academy at noon, I guess you have already got the phone numbers of the three junior sisters, right?" ”

"It's a junior sister to you, and a senior sister to me, both three or four years older than me." Lin Nian said.

"It turns out that you are not the year of control." Fingal was a little surprised: "I saw that your sister was very beautiful, and I thought you were somewhat good." ”

Lin Nian wanted to reply that my best oldest woman is your old mother, but out of quality and self-cultivation, he held back: "Don't talk about my sister." ”

"Oh, my bad." Fingal immediately admitted his mistake and pleaded.

"Hmm" Lin Nian agreed to reveal it, and after a while, he spoke again: "The bullet you gave me... I probably won't give it back to you. ”

"Used?" Fingal was somewhat surprised.

"Yes."

"Oh, it's okay, it's only a dollar, the students in the executive department usually have a little stock in their hands, few men are not arms controllers, and they always have two Glock or Desert Eagles stuffed with bullets in their drawers." Fingal shrugged.

"Hmm." Lin Nian lay flat and seemed to be a little tired, so he didn't continue to say anything.

"By the way, junior brother, you have been sent to war, remember to respond tomorrow." Fingal said.

"What?" Lin Niancai's closed eyes opened again.

"The war book, before the change, was the kind of thing that said on the paper that said a certain year, a certain month, a certain day, who are you, who I am, meet to fight to the death in a certain place, you and me, everyone fight to the death, and then fold and tie it to the arrow, and nail it to your door."

"I know what a war book is, I just want to ask who wrote it to me." Lin Nian frowned.

"Your old acquaintance, Miyamoto Isshin." Fingal said.

"Does his idle egg hurt?" Lin Nian scratched his head and was a little depressed.

"The post on the night watchman forum has a lot of attention, and it also @ you."

"When?"

"Two or three o'clock this afternoon." Fingal said.

Isn't that what happened after I just came back from afternoon tea in the principal's office? Lin Nian felt that something was wrong.

"The post said that there are some things I want to talk to you about at a long time, and I will ask you for advice on kendo by the way."

"It's a good attitude." Lin Nian was a little surprised: "And this is not called a war book, it is at most an invitation." ”

"Normal." Fingal said, "Everyone from the Japanese branch is like that, didn't you knock him over in front of the freshman in class last time?" Then you are an out-and-out strong, contempt for the weak, courtesy to the strong, a typical extreme culture. ”

"Isn't Yakuza culture used to describe the underworld?"

"If you want to say that, Miyamoto Isshin used to be in the underworld in the Japanese branch."

"I hate those guys who don't learn and don't know how to fight." Lin Nian shook his head: "But it's really surprising that he used to be a person from the underworld..."

"Anyway, he asked you to meet in the gym of the cold weapons class tomorrow morning, it's your business whether you go or not, but according to his character, even if you don't go, he will sit there until noon." Fingal had a biscuit in his mouth: "And, the day after tomorrow, the student council will hold a presidential succession ceremony, and Caesar invited you to watch the ceremony, yes, it was also especially @ you in the post." ”

"How did I feel like my schedule was full overnight." Lin Nian was a little puzzled, except for the matter of Miyamoto Isshin and Caesar, he would have to go to the Lionheart Club tomorrow afternoon.

"That's a good thing, the more you fill up in college, the more things you do, on the contrary, a little transparent like me has a lot of time to nest in the dorm room and play games." Fingal clicked the biscuit.

"And the cookies? I also want to play games, and I also want to be moldy. Lin Nian felt that he had been hit by his roommate's waste wood light wave and assimilated.

"I opened the package three days ago, and it was a little soft... But it should still be able to eat. Fingal handed down a piece of Oreo of questionable cleanliness.

"Forget it, I'll still nibble on my pork knuckle..."Lin Nian remembered that he had also brought back two pork knuckles.

"Oh? Got pork knuckle? How about dividing half of me. Fingal probed his brain.

Reluctantly threw away a pig's knuckle and sent away the waste roommate, Lin Nian also lost the spirit of sleeping, opened the second-hand notebook and brushed up the forum, there are so many popular posts, photos, battle posts, student union succession postes, a student's alchemy chemistry class was not properly operated and half of the classroom was blown up... This seems to be a bit interesting.

After brushing the forum for a while, Lin Nian felt very boring while chewing on the pork knuckle, and suddenly he seemed to remember something, buried his head in the computer and asked at the same time: "Fingal, can the campus network be connected to the domestic network?" ”

"Yes, it doesn't matter which country it is, as long as it's an open network, Norma can give you access to it, but if you want to enter the Pentagon's kind of military internal network, you have to report to the school in advance, and Norma will help you hack one or two satellites." Fingal responded.

"It's reliable." Lin Nian rubbed his hands, clicked on the new chat software that has been used in China, typed in the account and password, and only after being at Kassel Academy for so long did he suddenly remember this.

As soon as the number was on, the sound of Didi was endless, Lin Nian clicked and immediately popped up several windows, the ID of the contact on the top was 'Mingming', and he swiped the screen of two or three articles when he came up, and glanced at them all sent a few days apart, and the content was all the same: Is it there? What are you doing? Have people arrived in the United States? A reply? Where did you die?

Seeing the last 'Where did you die', Lin Nian even smelled a sense of resentment from it...

"What, your ex-girlfriend?" Fingal was also attracted by the drop, and looked down at the laptop screen and asked curiously.

"Classmate, male." Lin Nian rubbed his eyebrows.

"Why is the ID called Mingming, it's weird and disgusting." Fingal sighed: "I'm the most annoying shemale. ”

"No, I think if it were him, I would get along well with you." Lin Nian raised his eyebrows.

"What? He's as handsome and dashing as me, and he's suave? ”

"Hmm... Pretty much. Lin Nian said.

"It looks like it's a waste of wood." Fingal shrugged.

"Senior brother, don't be like this." Lin Nian comforted him with false affection.

"Senior brother has a heart." Fingal replied with a weeping voice.

A moment later, both of them retched in disgust.

"I'm fine, I've been too busy with college things lately, so I've just gone online." Lin Nian replied casually with a message, crossed off the chat window and opened the next one, and the eyes were still the same: Are you there? What are you doing? You okay? What is the weather like in Chicago?

Seeing this new chat window, Fingal's eyes immediately lit up: "This must be a woman." ”

"It's just that you have eyes... People's avatars are all selfies. Lin Nian muttered and glanced at the remarks of the ID: Su Xiaoqiao.

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