Kassel is an inclusive and diverse college because students come from all over the world, with different skin colors, languages, and even religious beliefs and living customs.
In order to satisfy every student's eating habits and living customs as much as possible, the college management will organize corresponding celebrations every important festival, and the six on-campus restaurants will also prepare special dishes in advance for students who are homesick to taste.
For example, today is about to usher in the most solemn holiday in Western countries, Christmas.
The blond and blue-eyed students had been setting up the holiday scene since early in the morning. A large number of evergreen trees hung with golden bells, snowflakes, red socks, lanterns and other festive decorations were removed by the broad-shouldered and broad-shouldered former Navy SEAL veterans.
They were carried off freight trucks and placed in front of various tall church-like buildings.
Professor Manstein, wearing a suit and trousers with a shiny bald head, stood in the central control room of the library. He was stirring black coffee in a white porcelain cup with a small silver spoon in his hand, watching the surveillance screens around the college.
Variety.
To be honest, if there was no dangerous undertaking like dragon slaying, he would really like this peaceful, peaceful and joyful festival atmosphere.
"MerryChristmasEve! (Happy Christmas Eve!)"
The door was suddenly pushed open, and Manstein, who was stirring the coffee, shook his hand, and an old man with a white beard wearing a big red Christmas hat appeared. The fireworks tube exploded with a bang, and colorful stars and flowers scattered.
One place.
"Guderian, next time you want to hold such an inappropriate celebration in the central control room, be careful I kick your ass hard with my boot."
Manstein's venomous tone was almost a roar. He was, after all, the director of the Discipline Management Committee.
"Hey, a gift for you."
Guderian, pretending to be Santa Claus, quickly took out a Christmas hat of the same style from the big red cloth bag on his shoulder and put it on Manstein's bald head. There was also a small ball of flashing lights embedded in the end of the hat.
"It looks much more pleasing to the eye."
He looked at the man's fierce appearance because of his bald head, which was now changed by a Santa hat, and he admired it to himself.
"..."
Manstein was speechless for a moment.
"Snapped!"
At this moment, the door was pushed open again, and a middle-aged man wearing the same festive clothes walked in.
However, that person turned out to be Professor Manns, who was always known to be serious among the students.
The three of them stared silently for a long time.
"This is the Chinese Tang suit!"
Guderian, who was dressed as Santa Claus with a white beard, spoke first.
Unexpectedly, Mance, with his brown eyes, aquiline nose, and deep and strong face, surprisingly fits the temperament of this outfit.
"Ye Sheng sent it to me."
Mance, who has always been known for his iron-blooded tactics and decisive actions in the execution department, has a rare shyness in his words, and the gloom in his eyes is slowly dissipating.
"When they heard that I had the task of leading a team to Egypt to study the ancient pharaoh's tombs and the dragon clan's heritage, I didn't have time to attend the wedding, so they specially sent wedding candies and hometown specialties."
The man seemed to have thought of something. He groped up and down in the complicated pockets of the wide-sleeved Tang suit jacket, and finally took out a few wedding candies wrapped in red paper and handed them to the two Mansteins.
"Chinese newlyweds will give wedding candies to their guests at the wedding, which means that life is sweet and happy."
Mance has obviously made some effort to understand the customs of Chinese weddings.
The two looked at each other and reached out to take it.
Then Mance left in a hurry and in embarrassment.
"He came specially to give us Ye Sheng's wedding candies."
Watching the middle-aged professor leave, Manstein said with a smile.
"yes."
Guderian agreed.
"Mans Rundstedt had no family or friends, and spent almost his whole life in the cause of dragon slaying. Ye Sheng and Shu De Aki are no longer just his favorite disciples, but more like his
Sons and daughters.”
Manstein carefully peeled off the candy wrapper, dropped a square wedding candy into black coffee and continued to stir it. Then he picked it up and took a sip. The original strong bitterness seemed to be diluted by the sweetness.
"Sometimes you just need something sweet to give your life a little more motivation to move on."
The bald man sighed.
Mance's expression just now was very similar to what he had seen in a Chinese real-life documentary, the moment of emotion and complex emotions in the eyes of a farmer father who had been farming the land honestly and silently all his life when he saw his son getting married.
He would just stand at the door and greet every guest who wished his son's wedding with rough hands and a clumsy tone, dull but deep.
He was just in a daze. It turned out that the German professor who only knew how to slay dragons had something in common with the honest peasant.
"I don't know if I can still eat your wedding candy. I'm really looking forward to the vice-principal's expression at that time. Will he be so excited that he hugs you with tears and say, son, you are great, I am really proud of you."
Guderian stuffed the candy into his clothes pocket, picked up the big red bag and teased with a smile.
"I'm afraid the first thing that old bastard wants to do is to get drunk at my wedding, and then take the opportunity to chat with the ladies in attendance. Finally, he grabs my hand and says with drunken eyes, "Son, you have finally grown up."
Now that we have a big family, dad can feel free to leave you and find his own happiness."
Santa Claus paused in his steps and couldn't help but feel that this was not impossible.
"Are you still going out on Christmas Eve?"
Manstein, who was leaning on the edge of the table, pushed up his glasses and looked out the window at the sudden falling snowflakes.
"Of course, the students are still waiting for the gifts that fell from the chimney."
Guderian responded by tightening his full red bag.
It is a tradition for Cassel College professors to dress up as Santa Claus and climb the chimneys of student apartments to deliver gifts on Christmas Eve. Guderian managed to grab the spot this year.
Students would not have thought that those who secretly stuffed gifts into their socks on Christmas Eve all year round would be old professors who usually seem to be academically obsessed and polite.
Kendo Club
Master Hirata Tsuji, who had white hair and beard, sat on his knees on the tatami in the corner, eating the cherry cake sent by his students one bite at a time.
As a samurai, eating in the gym is undoubtedly an insult to kendo.
…
Well, he thought so stubbornly before he was seventy years old.
Now, all I can say is "At the age of seventy, follow your heart's desires without going overboard."
Of course, he was not the only one who was slacking off.
Ever since the news spread like wildfire that Chu Zihang and Caesar had a fight in the Kendo Club with no outcome, this gym has gradually become a place for the Lion Heart Club and the student union's middle and senior leaders to discuss each other.
Let's spar, let's spar. From time to time, those guys would invite Li Yongyuan, an "honorary member" of the Lionheart Club, to come and watch in the name of teaching swordsmanship.
No, Mr. Li was dressed in a green robe, sitting cross-legged on the middle seat that originally belonged to Master Hirata. He rested his fair chin with his hand in boredom, watching the two young members not far away fighting in close combat.
However, at an angle that no one noticed, there was still an iPad hidden in the loose sleeves of the robe, which was playing Japan's new hot-blooded drama "Fatestaynight". Looking at the avatar in the upper right corner, the two of them were watching it together.
In the anime, a frivolous man with a tuft of blue hair hanging in front of his forehead casually holds a red gun with a tip that looks like burning red flames. As he moves in the air, he meets a cold-faced man with white hair, wearing a scarlet suit, and holding two swords.
The man beat you back and forth, sparks flying.
Mr. Li stared at the animation under his sleeves, occasionally glancing at the live PK outside the field who was also fighting hard to separate, and nodded slightly from time to time.
This made the audience of the Student Union and the Lion Heart Club who were unaware of the situation even more inspired, thinking that they had been recognized by Mr. Li, and loudly cheered for the participating members of their respective camps.