After the employer, Corporal Little Goose, stated that $50,000 was only a monthly salary, and that all reasonable expenses during the mission would be reimbursed by the employer, Lao Tang agreed without saying a word.

It doesn't matter if you have money or not, the main thing is to experience what it's like to go to college.

It is the University of Chicago, a world-famous top university, and there are nearly 100 Nobel Prize-winning alumni alone.

After all, his grades are at the upper middle level in the class, and he can't meet the standards for further education.

One is the lack of educational resources, and the other is that he himself is not very concerned about learning.

There's no way, in New York, if an Asian is too prominent, it's easy to be targeted by school bullies, and if you bully other students of color, you have to worry about being labeled as racist, and even if you encounter extreme points, it may turn into a bloody campus, but Asians have always been more "honest", and teachers don't care.

Especially orphans like Lao Tang, who have no money and no power, are their favorite targets of bullying, even if he wants to retaliate afterwards, but the poor don't even have the money to go to the gun shop to buy guns.

Fortunately, Lao Tang was well versed in the rules of survival of the people at the bottom, so he joined in, and found a backer as soon as he entered the school, and barely ended his high school career safely.

Why is it so detailed, because the student he wants to replace is an Asian American youth who has been bullied at school for many years.

Yes, at the University of Chicago, a top university in the United States, there is a very serious phenomenon of school bullying, and violent crime incidents are not uncommon in this school, and the crime rate remains high all year round.

The hapless Asian young man was unfortunately targeted by several sanctimonious rich children, and became a toy for them to bully and have fun, and almost died in accidents at their hands several times, and a good school journey turned into a survival journey.

It stands to reason that if this kind of thing happens, you should tell the teacher or call the police to deal with it, but the strong dragon can't suppress the ground snake, and those rich children have a hundred ways to make him disappear quietly after making a small report.

He had no choice but to turn to Corporal Little Goose and post a task on the hunter's website to find a professional to go to school on his behalf.

"Tsk, Shimura Saihachi, it's still a little Japan." Old Tang looked at the detailed information sent by his employer after agreeing, and found that this West Starling looked ordinary and could be called beautiful, and the most significant feature was his reflective round-framed glasses, which gave people the illusion that the glasses were the body, and he suspected that he only needed to wear the same glasses to imitate it:

"It's clear that the family is a kendo gym, but it's so weak and bullied, it's really stupid?"

This kid has a father who is not allowed to be passed on and a sister who is known as a kendo genius, but he has no kendo talent, and it is estimated that he was born with all the attribute points added to his studies, and after years of exercise, his physical fitness is only higher than that of ordinary people.

Inexplicably, a hazy picture flashed in his mind, as if there was a thin boy who couldn't see his appearance clearly, begging for something with his mouth open and closing, and reached out to try to grab someone's sleeve, but the next moment the boy was thrown away, and his thin body fell to the ground weakly.

"Brother—"

A mournful voice sounded in Old Tang's ears, and he was startled to bounce up from his chair and look around, but there were no other creatures in the cramped rental house except for him and Xiao Qiang, who was hiding in the dark.

"Boom-" The noise of the train passing by outside the window, the noise of the tracks no longer exploring the cause of the auditory hallucinations, sat back in front of the computer and opened the five-figure balance in his account.

Ten minutes ago, he was still worrying about next week's rent, but he didn't expect to reap a huge sum of money in the blink of an eye, and a job with food and lodging, just like a dream.

If he hadn't been religious, he would probably be thanking God and Jesus for the kind angel sister who passed by in a close-fitting white gauze skirt and white lace sunstrings.

"Hum ~ haha ~ hahahaha......"

Suddenly, Old Tang suddenly couldn't help laughing, he looked at the dilapidated rental house, listened to the roar of the train outside the window, and thought about the landlord and aunt who he couldn't forget, and he couldn't wait to pack his bags and move out now.

But he still has a $200 deposit in the landlord's hand, so he decided to open StarCraft first, and wait for the landlord's aunt to come back at noon before checking out.

As soon as I opened the game, a game invitation popped up, and it was the road boy who was suspected of opening the hang and looking for someone to fight on his behalf.

Looking at the account balance, Lao Tang was instantly full of confidence and confidently accepted the invitation to the game.

This time, the laptop won't be able to trip and interrupt the game!

……

"Is there anything special about that rookie hunter named Ronald Don, and why did the unscrupulous author send him to the University of Chicago?"

Su Enxi, who entered the working state, took a headset and communicated with his boss while conveying various instructions on the computer.

"That guy is Norton, the Lord of Bronze and Fire, and he's just just recovering and hasn't awakened yet." The boss's voice sounded a little lazy, like sunbathing in the Maldives, and a beautiful sister with fair skin and long legs gently helped him open his essential oil:

"That guy seems to be planning to do something to the North American half-breeds, and it just so happens that there are a lot of idiots at the University of Chicago who are doing nonsense with their bloodlines, and he may be preparing to give that group of idiots a little shock to the dragon king."

"Oh, no wonder." The potato chip girl nodded, she knew that the object that could be focused on by unscrupulous authors was either the dragon king or the super hybrid, but she was a little puzzled:

"But why did Jörmungård regain his memories and some of his powers when he was still in the form of a human cub, but Norton was like an ordinary person, and he didn't even awaken his bloodline?"

With Norton's current state as an ordinary person, can he really wrestle with that group of half-breeds who have awakened their bloodlines since childhood and have received professional training?

What if you can't beat someone and be brutally humiliated, what if you wake up directly to open the massacre city in anger, and the little dragons in Kassel are not allowed to blow up the nest.

And the unscrupulous author is a Chinese, why is he so nosy, and the campus bullying incident in the lighthouse country must be mixed in, why not destroy the US military that grabbed oil in the Middle East by the way.

"Dragons and dragons can't be generalized, Norton once destroyed the White Emperor City with a single shot of the candle dragon in a rage, and Jörmungandr sulked all afternoon in a fit of rage, and finally chose to beat her brother up." The boss spoke in a slightly ridiculous tone, and said an extremely impolite conclusion:

"Because Norton is so strong, it will be harder to retrieve memories and powers, and Jörmungard is much easier."

The potato chip girl squinted: "I suspect you're lying to me, but there's no proof." ”

The girl found that since the boss came into contact with the unscrupulous author, the tendency of the Riddler and the Fun Man had become more and more serious, and the imminent tension that had lingered in his eyes had unconsciously dissipated.

"Okay, speculate your stocks, don't worry about the affairs between the dragon kings, there is an old X...... Unscrupulous authors don't have to worry about Norton getting out of hand. The boss, who had more information, was not in a hurry, and hung up the phone after leaving a sentence for the potato chip girl to make money obediently.

……

"Honey, I remember the sailing race between the college and the University of Chicago is about to start, aren't you going to go and take some pictures and come back?"

In a boy's dormitory at the Kassel Academy, Eva, wearing only a voluminous white shirt, stands in front of the bed, grooming Fingal's messy hair.

The girl's curvaceous legs were like the artist's carefully carved masterpieces, shimmering like ivory in the sunlight, but they were like black holes with an inescapable gravitational pull, so that Fingal couldn't take his eyes off it.

Hearing her girlfriend's inquiry, Shufen reluctantly looked away, fell on the girl's delicate jade face, and opened her mouth with an earthy love sentence: "How can a sailing race be beautiful, the competition can lack an audience, but I can't miss you in my eyes." ”

"Yes, but there are a lot of beautiful women in swimsuits at the game~" Eva's cheeks were slightly red, and she reached out and gently tugged at Fingal's cheeks.

This guy went to China and seems to have learned a lot.

Obviously, I didn't know how to say cold love words before, but now I come with a clever tongue like an earthy love story, and I don't know who I learned it from.

"Everyone knows that I'm not close to women, and I can't help but look down on me too much if you test me with this." Fingal smiled and said that you will test your boyfriend with this.

(End of chapter)