Chapter 3 Course Selection

Cheng Yanxiong looked at the blank paper in front of him, and didn't know how to put pen to paper, really hand over a blank piece of paper?

Cheng Yanxiong suddenly remembered that today was a good day, the sun was shining, the air was fresh, and the school uniform of Kassel Academy on his body was also very handsome.

But soon the uniform will be handed in, and the academy will find out that he is just an ordinary person, who doesn't know how to get in, and if the school is good at talking, he just washes away his memories and is thrown on the road.

If it's not good to speak, torture, and ask how he got in, think about the scenes of torture in the TV series, it's terrifying to think about, and I definitely can't bear it.

"Die before leaving the school" He has done it now, and I don't know when it will be "the hero is full of tears".

Cheng Yanxiong thinks that the ancient poems memorized for the college entrance examination are still useful, otherwise what he thinks now should be "I rely on me".

"Stand up." Cheng Yanxiong suddenly heard a voice and was stunned.

Nine appeared next to him.

"I'll write it to you."

The demons are still dancing around, and the music still sounds very emotional.

No. 9 was like a ghost, appearing beside Cheng Yanxiong.

Cheng Yanxiong immediately stood up and gave up his seat to No. 9, his face full of joy, as if a lost pedestrian in the desert saw an oasis, and a person who was about to drown saw a lifebuoy.

Suddenly, he burst into tears, as if he wept with joy.

Number Nine sat in his seat, picking up a pen and calligraphy.

More than an hour later, Cheng Yanxiong handed over the sketch to the invigilator named Chen Motong and walked out of the classroom slowly.

I couldn't help but be slow, and Nine stepped on the top of his foot when he was lifting the pen and calligraphy, so he cried and wept.

At lunchtime, Cheng Yanxiong sat at the table munching on pork knuckles, looking at the huge crystal chandelier in the center of the restaurant's curved dome. This was something he could only see in TV dramas and movies before.

He looked at the new students around him, all countries, all skin tones, all colors of hair, and calmly gnawed on the pig's knuckle. He had never used a knife and fork, and he didn't know how to cut it, so he had to pick it up and gnaw it. He was confident in the morning exam, or rather he was confident in the devil who called himself Nine.

That's what college should look like, he thought.

He's in college now, students all over the world, top schools.

It's sunny outside and the weather is just right.

Cheng Yanxiong sat in the control room of the library, looking at the computer in front of him, and lowered his eyebrows in thought.

He was looking through the freshman enrollment manual of the Kassel Academy in the dormitory, and when he heard the alarm, when he opened the door and looked out, he was brought here by several students, and he used the student card to open the computer, and then looked at the tree on the huge screen in front of him, with a contemplative look on his face, and a bitter and bitter look.

Listen to what Professor Schneider meant, there are two members of the Executive Department trapped in a labyrinth, and the labyrinth is being sealed, and the lives of those two members are in danger, and this tree is the map of the labyrinth. All they have to do now is decipher the tree and find the exit.

Cheng Yanxiong looked at the huge tree on the screen, the patterns were complicated, and it was dazzling to see.

This is just like those martial arts geniuses in online novels, looking at the remaining murals in the ruins to understand the anti-heaven exercises, the one sitting here is the martial arts genius, A-level, S-level, and he is A-level. He now finally knew what A-rank blood meant. But he's the one who fills up, the A-grade he pretends to be!

Everyone's faces were gloomy, their brows were tightened, and the professors lowered their voices and discussed fiercely, after all, human life is at stake, and they want to find a way out in these dozens of minutes, but is it so easy to create miracles?

He suddenly felt a little guilty, everyone else was racking their brains and trying to think, while he was indiscriminately filling the numbers.

At night, Cheng Yanxiong sat on the bed in the dormitory, silently drinking sugar water, thinking about the noon events.

The map was finally deciphered by the S-class freshman named Lu Mingfei, who found a way out, and was indeed a genius.

"Have you figured out what class you're going to take?" Nine looked at Cheng Yanxiong and asked.

"Engineering Mechanics, Mechanical Design, Manufacturing and Automation, Digital Electronic Technology." Cheng Yanxiong replied.

This was the second night that Cheng Yanxiong came to this student, and No. 9 sat next to him drinking a bottle of red wine and asked him about his course selection.

"It's all courses that can be used even after the academy." Nine commented.

"'Introduction to the Genealogy of the Dragon Family' you also have to learn and understand the history of the dragons in this world. You have to train your physical fitness, too. You also have to learn how to know and shoot firearms, and you don't even know how to shoot a gun if you have some practical lessons. Nine added.

"Nine, did anyone really die today?" Cheng Yanxiong asked.

"Slaying dragons, it's normal to have dead and wounded. They slaughtered a dragon today, and they had to pay some price, and they didn't buy vegetables in the vegetable market. ”

"Nine, can you bring my bloodline down to the next level? A B grade is fine, and a C grade is fine. Isn't A too high? Or can you give me an ancient dragon's dragon blood or something for me to absorb, or I may be exposed at some point. Cheng Yanxiong asked.

"A-level bloodline allows you to be given priority in practical classes, and the school will also give you more privileges, so that it will be convenient for you to travel around the world, as for dragon blood, I don't have either, do it yourself, and have plenty of food and clothing."

"I'm also spending other people's money in this world, and I'm poor myself, otherwise I wouldn't have a dollar lighter attached to my file bag. And it's cheap, it's not for nothing, it's good to take a few more practical classes and travel at public expense. The Kassel Academy is also strong and rich, and it is much better than paying for some places that you can't go to by yourself. And the A class is a symbol of privilege. Rest assured, I'm here. ”

Sure enough, you can't trade with the devil and the devil, and you can say good things one by one. But what now?

If you come here, you will be safe, and try to adapt.