Lu Mingfei stood in the midst of the bustling crowd, with the church-like dome of Chicago train station above him. He had half a sandwich in his mouth, his eyes glazed, and his expression was a little dazed.

Lu Mingfei, the proud son of the sky, an S-level student of Kassel Academy, once danced with wolves in the desert and drifted on the sea to survive in the trial, discovered a painful fact at this moment - he couldn't find the way.

In fact, everything went smoothly at first.

Along with the admission letter, a large envelope containing everything from passports to itineraries and a copy of the Kassel Admission Guide (Lu Mingfei Edition) was delivered.

This guide is quite complete, and even from Lu Mingfei's point of view, it can be called easy to use.

Until he came to the Chicago train station.

"C1000 Express? I haven't heard of the ticket seems to be real, but I really don't know if there is a regional train on this train, maybe it is? ”

The bearded attendant at the station handed over a piece of paper that smelled of hot dogs, "The new version of the train timetable contains all the information about the train number, you will check it again?" ”

"It's embarrassing." Lu Mingfei was slumped on the bench at the station, like a young Uncle Ge You, lying beside him with a timetable, crumpled, there was indeed no such train.

He was a little frantic and didn't know exactly what was going on.

Is this a test? But he had just found a free time, got into the toilet cubicle, and secretly tried the information that Norma gave him one by one, burning, watering, smoking, mezzanine, dancing gods, one, two, three, four, and again.

But until the fire alarm in the toilet began to glow ominously red, he still didn't get any clues, not even the sickle.

Hell, what the hell are the Kassel guys thinking?

It's the 21st century, and there are still people who pretend to be gods like this?

Does it have to be like Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, there is a special passage in the station, only wizards who are not Muggles and know the mysteries can find it, like treating new students with their own guides, but they are not S-class, that's all?

Isn't the S class the highest, but the lowest, and the Kassel Academy does the opposite, but it shouldn't be.

But if you look at this group of guys in Kassel, they wear uniform uniforms, they live in five-star hotels, and the students below are all Ferraris, which look amazing.

But now?

Not to mention the ticket, you can't even get through on the phone!

Lu Mingfei stuffed his phone into his pocket, rubbed his temples, and thought to himself that this was probably a card off, right?

But he really didn't expect that this time the card was actually because of an official bug.

Could it be that this school still has a friendship with Ubisoft, and all the students in the academy are sturdy potatoes?

“one dollar，just one dollar。。。” Someone said behind his back.

In the United States, this sentence is a classic begging saying, and its status is comparable to that of China's lotus flower.

"After many years, I haven't seen the beggars all develop to the United States? The king of heaven covers the tiger, and the seven princes do not eat soil. Dare to ask Your Excellency how many bags of disciples are in the beggar gang? Lu Mingfei turned his head away.

Behind him stood a tall, burly young man, with a handsome face buried in his beard, and eyes as bright as candle flames full of longing.

"Beggar gang? What is that? Gangs of beggars? How can China have such an organization full of romance? The young man sighed remorsefully, with a regretful expression on his face, "It's a pity that I'm not a member of the organization, but do you have a way, uncle?" Why don't you introduce it? I guarantee that my roots are innocent, and the only purpose of joining the organization is to eat and drink! ”

Root red sprouts? The smell of dragon blood on your body is stronger than the two interviewers combined, which root and which seedling is this?

"Fingal von Frings, really not a beggar, a college student." In order to prove his identity, the young man took out the dictionary version of the book from the satchel behind his back.

The textbook looked quite old, and the Latin title on the cover was eye-catching.

Dragon genealogy? Lu Mingfei was in good spirits, could it be that this is the leader from Kassel?

"Do you know about the CC1000 train?" Lu Mingfei lowered his voice and took out the pitch-black ticket from his pocket, on which the silver depiction of the world tree was luxuriant.

"Loved ones!" Fingal grabbed Lu Mingfei's hand, his eyes were full of tears, full of simple enthusiasm for fighting local tyrants and dividing the fields, "I can be regarded as finding someone to help me buy Coke!" ”

"Brother, I admire you, you seem to be very righteous!" Fingal sat on the bench on all fours, contentedly touching his stomach and burping loudly.

Is your righteous anger worth two sandwiches and three Cokes? Lu Mingfei rolled his eyes.

"Senior brother, what grade are you?" Lu Mingfei asked.

"Eighth grade."

"Eighth grade? Is it a master's and doctoral program? Lu Mingfei was a little shocked, "I didn't see that senior brother, you are such a talent!" ”

"You're mistaken." Fingal took a sip of Coke, "Actually, I'm in the fourth grade, but I just repeated a grade. ”

"How could that be eighth grade?"

"I stayed for four years in a row...

Lu Mingfei was shocked again, and he realized that he still underestimated Fingal.

What is a master's and doctoral degree? Repeating a grade for four years is the real talent!

There is usually only one graduation from college, once it is only four years in vain, and only one certificate of completion means that you have been there, but it is like a piece of waste paper, wiping your ass and disgusting it.

This guy has been hanging for four years in a row, and he has not been persuaded to quit by the school, either he has relatives at the top of the school, or he is really capable.

But now is not the time to think about the identity of this guy, but there is already a parasite of this school, so you don't have to worry about the next road to Kassel. "Then you must be familiar with Kassel?" Lu Mingfei asked, "How is this school?" ”

"Brother, you're asking the right question! In fact, in my opinion, this school is quite good, Coke is full of Sprite, and the dishes are also very rich, the roast goose is charred on the outside and tender on the inside, the herring roll with cheese is OK, and the fried foie gras is also very good. Fingal snapped his lips and suddenly sighed, "The only problem is that their main meal at the freshman welcome party is always roasted pork knuckle, but I've already eaten this set of dishes eight times!" ”

I'll go, look at this posture and this relishing expression, you repeat the grade not because you don't have enough credits, but because you fell in love with this cafeteria, right?

"It sounds like this school is really delicious, I mean, it's good, but why are they even late?"

"There is no way, people of low class have to wait for the bus, this is the custom." Fingal shrugged.

"Class?" Lu Mingfei was a little puzzled, "What's wrong with this world, it's a school that likes to come to such a hand?" Is Kassel divided into one, two, three, four, five, or ABCDE? ”

"It's almost a set of things, in short, a student of a higher class has a privilege, and the resources of the academy will be provided to him first."

"But I remember I'm S-class." Lu Mingfei scratched his head.

The expression on Fingal's face was sluggish, his eyes were straight, and looking at Lu Mingfei's eyes was like seeing a Tyrannosaurus rex that could fluctuate in the Pleasant Goat.

"What did you say?" He asked.

Lu Mingfei sighed and took out his crumpled admission letter from his schoolbag. The dark green World Tree on the cover has long been crumpled into shape, and even the gilded S letters are wilted.