Shirakawa Tsuji stretched out his hand to pour the water into the tea whisk, and he dipped a drop of stone chestnut on the tip of his tongue, and the temperature was well controlled.

He sat on his knees on the floor of the pavilion, the iron kettle in front of him looked very far away, with ukiyo-e prints engraved on it, the bare-chested woman and the crimson demon embraced each other, and a large ship flew in the distance from the huge sky.

Tsuji Shirakawa was fascinated by it, because it reminded him of his youth, and the corners of his mouth grinned a little.

"You're not old at all. ”

The old man stared at him as if he was looking at something.

Du Nanyun was sitting in front of the old man.

"Are you in... Say what?"

Du Nanyun asked in surprise, the old man in front of him, who was called the principal, looked strange.

"Oh... It's nothing. ”

Du Nanyun broke the old man's memories.

"You're Du Nanyun. ”

The old man handed Du Nanyun a cup of tea, and Du Nanyun hurriedly caught it.

"Yes, I'm Du Nanyun. ”

"Sure enough, it's the bloodline of the first god, it's just different. ”

The old man whispered, as if he was deliberately letting Du Nanyun hear it.

"Can you tell me. ”

Du Nanyun said firmly.

"The truth of this world. ”

When the old man saw that Du Nanyun had taken the bait, he smiled knowingly.

"I can't do it anymore, I'm too old. ”

The old man stood up, but his wide kimono robe looked unwavering, as if it were a sculpture.

"Leave the task of storytelling to young people. ”

The old man pointed to the teaching hall of the academy outside.

"Of course, you can also choose to tell your own story. ”

The old man said without knowing the meaning.

"Tell your own story?"

Du Nanyun asked suspiciously, the old man in a kimono in front of him had already walked in front of him, and the sound of clogs walking crackled.

"Young people will always come out of the shelter, and when the time comes, you must use your own strength and courage to break through the barriers and find out the truth about the world. ”

The old man put his hand on Du Nanyun's shoulder, and the hand seemed to be extremely heavy, and Du Nanyun couldn't lift his shoulder.

"I believe in you, young man. ”

The old man slowly walked out of the hallway, and before leaving, he did not forget to point to Du Nanyun to the teaching hall.

It actually took Du Nanyun a long time to find the Education Hall, which looked very close, but was actually extremely far away, and there were woods from nowhere, huge like a labyrinth.

Du Nanyun leaned on the window and looked inside, some of the students inside had already sat down one after another, and Du Nanyun realized that this was his first class at school, and he couldn't be late.

Du Nanyun hurriedly ran into the classroom, maybe the guy like Feng Liuli was already sitting in the classroom waiting for him to get out of trouble, he thought.

The classroom at the University of Tokyo was very large, like a small movie theater, and everyone had already sat down one after another, so Du Nanyun hurriedly found a seat and sat down. He remembered the schedule, the class was a class by Professor Lauerman, who was an Englishman.

"Now start the lessons. ”

The professor spoke fluent British English.

Fortunately, Du Nanyun's study was very poor several times, but his English was good, so he could roughly understand it. ”

It was a biology class, and the professor was impassioned in front, but Du Nanyun was about to fall asleep below, his heavy head dangling, as if he might crawl down and fall asleep at any moment.

"Class. ”

The professor said.

Hearing that class was over, Du Nanyun was getting up and preparing to leave, and now he just wanted to run to his private bedroom and get a good night's sleep.

"The classmate in the back, you stay. ”

Under the sneers of the surrounding classmates, Du Nanyun stood in place in a daze.

"It's over. ”

He whispered.

"I was caught sleeping in class..."

Looking at the professor who came over, Du Nanyun was ready.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have slept in class. ”

Du Nanyun shouted, and bowed deeply, and the entire teaching building echoed loudly.

Du Nanyun lowered his head and didn't dare to look up at the professor.

"Hahahaha, you're so funny. ”

The professor laughed and spoke Chinese.

"Who doesn't sleep in class when they go to college?"

The professor changed his serious demeanor from the class just now and became very gentle.

"It doesn't seem to be a bloodline that likes to learn. ”

The professor looked at him and suddenly muttered to himself.

"That's supposed to be the sons of those war maniacs. ”

The professor looked at Du Nanyun as if he were looking at a commodity.

"Let's go, I'll treat you to dinner. ”

The professor said.

"There's a new French restaurant in the academy recently, so let's try it. ”

He walked in front of Dunan Yun.

"What else do you want to know. ”

The professor suddenly turned his head and stared at Du Nanyun.

"I'll tell you. ”

The wind was blowing outside the window, and the professor's silver hair was flying.

"It's only been a few months, and it's as cold as winter in Tokyo. ”