After sitting on the seat, Li Yongyuan gave an order, the car lights turned on, and the M178 engine of this luxury sports car roared instantly, quickly passed through several consecutive curves, and then headed towards the highway to the China Airlines Airport.
"Senior brother, this is a document for you. It will be useful when going through customs."
Li Longyuan took out two certificates with red background and gold edges, and Chu Zihang turned around to take them.
After opening it, I saw five bold characters printed on it, Commissioner of the National Security Bureau, followed by his name, gender, age of birth, and at the bottom was a series of security codes. Under the transparent protective cover was a one-inch photo with a red background. It was him now.
appearance.
But Chu Zihang clearly remembered that he had never taken any headshots of Li Longyuan.
The cold boy frowned slightly, then lowered his head and looked at another book, which had a qualification certificate for carrying and using cold weapons written on it.
He just raised his head and finally understood what Li Longyuan meant when he said it was convenient for customs.
"The orthodox and the government have always cooperated. We are responsible for dealing with supernatural crimes that occur in society, that is, crimes committed by hybrids. Of course, certain privileges are required." Li Yongyuan explained.
Chu Zihang put away his certificate and nodded lightly.
"Originally, Kassel College planned to send V-22 Osprey helicopters directly to pick us up, but as soon as they took off from the US military's Yongsan base in Seoul, South Korea, they were forced to return by the Red Flag air defense missile system just after entering the country. Those crazy people were almost
Caused an air war between the two countries."
Li Longyuan shared with him the latest news from the prime minister. It's no wonder. After all, the headquarters of Cassel College is in the United States. The executive department commissioner is used to acting arrogantly. Unexpectedly, he was rejected this time and was asking for trouble.
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"Zhao Xi, please eat slowly. You will have to wait for a long time after finishing this meal." Li Longyuan turned his head and threatened the girl next to him.
The pretty girl's big eyes quickly widened, as if with fear, she quickly swallowed the food she was still chewing, picked up another bright yellow cream cake roll from the bag and stuffed it into her mouth, with both sides of her fair face
Puffed up like a hamster.
"I'm impressed with you!"
The handsome boy glanced angrily at the cute girl who continued to devour the food. He put his hands behind his head and fell asleep comfortably on the soft seat made of Alcantare material. His handsome face was full of comfort.
Chu Zihang sat in the co-pilot's seat with his hands on his knees. Although he also had his eyes closed to rest, his posture remained meticulous.
The silver-white sports car with a speed of over 130 kilometers per hour was still speeding on the city's narrow viaduct. Three young people with very different personalities rushed into the distance facing the golden light of the morning sun. There, there was a grand stage waiting for them.
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"Why did you send Fingel to pick him up? You have to know that he is just a waste waiting to die!" On the other side of the ocean, a little old man with round-framed gold-rimmed glasses and a shiny head clapped his hands angrily.
The desk in the office shouted loudly with distressed expressions.
Professor Gerd Rudolf Manstein, Chairman of the Student Ethics Committee of Kassel.
Schneider, who was working on the document, said calmly without even raising his head.
"This attendance is to give him an extra chance to make up for his grade points, otherwise he will be stuck in the academy for the rest of his life."
"But how can you let a pig greet the lion? This is undoubtedly contempt for the majesty of the king." As the chairman of the Wind Committee, Manstein undoubtedly knows every student well.
If Kassel College trains elites from mixed races all over the world, then Fingel is undoubtedly the only useless dog among them, just like the rat excrement that spoils a pot of good porridge as the Chinese saying goes.
"Principal Angers said that this young man from an orthodox background pays attention to ancient etiquette and generally does not act violently or hurt others.
If it is true, then Fingel deserves to die. After all, he helped us find out the bottom line of this orthodox 'prince'. I will give him an A in this orientation course. He knows something underground, so he should rest in peace.
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Schneider put down the black pen he was using to sign the document and gave the man a half-joking shrug.
At the Chicago International Airport, the light spot in the distance gradually turned into a United Airlines Boeing 747 landing smoothly.
At the exit of the station, a group of teenagers successfully passed the security check carrying bags containing cold weapons. Kassel College had taken care of everything beforehand.
Now wearing a plaid shirt made of cotton and linen fabrics, and wearing sunglasses, Li Yongyuan looks like he is on vacation.
He glanced around and found that besides the huge flow of people, where were the people picking up the plane?
“One dollar, just one dollar!”
Among the many tourists walking in a hurry at the airport, such a sentence attracted his attention.
The boy turned around and looked, and saw a tall and burly young man standing there, with an unkempt beard, but his unique Germanic gray-green eyes were still shining, giving him a unique charm.
He was wearing a linen plaid shirt, but it had a lot of stains on it. It looked like it hadn't been washed for many days. He wore a pair of self-straps on his feet, exposing his hairy big toes. He was a slovenly tramp, and his identity was confirmed.
There is also a wooden sign hanging on his chest that reads "Hungry, need help, God bless you"
A very simple sentence, literally translated into Chinese: I am very hungry and need help. God bless you.
"So there are beggars in the United States?"
The cute girl Zhao Xi looked at the tall white man crying and howling in front of her. Although she didn't understand the language, she could feel the hunger.
"Sister, please give me some money. I'm so hungry that I haven't eaten for several days." The beggar felt compassion for the little girl in front of him, and hurriedly stuck to her, speaking fluent and trendy Chinese.
Zhao Xi was a little surprised by the professionalism of the American beggar, and looked at Li Longyuan next to him at a loss.
With a wave of his hand, the boy took out a wad of U.S. dollars from the pocket of his shorts and shook them. They were all hundred-dollar bills, and the $ sign was blinding the boy's eyes.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! "Uncle, I can't do it, I can't do it, it's too much." The tall and burly young man said, but his hand involuntarily came forward to take it.
Li Yongyuan cleverly avoided it.
"Here's the money for you to be our guide and the money for the trip. We're going to the Chicago train station."
Li Yongyuan reached out and lowered his sunglasses, revealing his black and white eyes.
I heard that you have to take a specific train to get to Kassel College. Who knows if they can meet them when they get there? Let me ask a knowledgeable local first.
He threw the "Idiot's Guide to Kassel College Admission" into the sewer before he even opened it. Only a fool would read this.
"no."
The beggar slowly shook his head at the boy's unexpected look.
"Li Longyuan, Chu Zihang, Zhao Xi, seniors are here!"
Soon, the boy knew everything.
The tall German man turned the sign over with ease and shouted loudly in Chinese to the crowds of people around him. The names of the three of them were clearly written on it, and he also thoughtfully wrote "Chicago International School welcomes you."
He was the person sent by the college to pick him up, and it was obvious that he had shouted this countless times before their group arrived.
Hell, they were going to Kassel's elite aristocratic academy, not a beggar's university.
"Hold him down!"
The handsome boy in the plaid shirt took the lead and spoke viciously, and three "evil forces" from China restrained the homeless senior.
They didn't want the headline to appear in the "Chicago Daily News" the next day, saying that three ignorant teenagers and girls from China were tricked into attending Pheasant University in the United States.
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"Hiccup~"
The four of them were sitting on a bench in the waiting hall of the Chicago train station waiting for the CC1000 train. Before that, they bought ten KFC buckets and ate them while waiting. Of course, most of them ended up in the stomachs of Zhao Xi and the tall white man.
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"Are you really a student of Kassel College?" Li Longyuan glanced sideways at the man who patted his chubby belly with satisfaction after eating and drinking, somewhat disbelieving.
Before he came, he was prepared to watch Cassel College display a wave of elite college style, such as luxury cars driving the road, champagne parties, military exercises, sea surfing and so on.
As a result, when they got here, there was only a wretched homeless man who called himself a senior to receive them. This sense of gap was no less than that of online dating.
Chu Zihang, who had always had a cold face, was also staring at him, seeming to pull out Murasame at any time if he disagreed. He was also inspired by the stack of photos and the wonderful speech that Professor Guderian took out, and then he agreed to enroll.
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"If it's true, it's Fingel, a sixth grader at Cassel College."
The man patted his muscular chest.
"Huh? Is the academic year of Kassel College so long?" Li Longyuan was full of curiosity.
"What does this mean? It's not the summer vacation yet. When the summer vacation is over and the school officially starts, I will be in seventh grade." Fingel waved his hand proudly.
"Ahem!"
Li Yongyuan choked and almost spit out his coke.
"Oh, don't get me wrong, it's just that my grades are not good enough and I need to repeat the grade. Normally, I graduate in four years." Fingel didn't expect that the new students would have such poor endurance, so he hurriedly explained.
Li Yongyuan's face looked a little better now.
"The car is here."
Fingel stood up and looked at the pure black streamlined train that was slowly stopping in the distance. Unknowingly, they had already waited from day to night.
"Junior, you are so proud. This train was originally scheduled to arrive in two days. Unexpectedly, the school leaders have specially adjusted the train schedule for you." Fingel rubbed his hands with some excitement. The nights in Chicago are always very cold.
There was no air conditioning in the waiting hall, and he was still wearing the same short-sleeved shirt.
Li Longyuan and the other three also stood up and looked at the train with its silvery-white vine pattern spread across the black body. The originally empty ticket gate now had a train conductor in retro clothes. His body seemed weightless.
The ground is floating in the air.
"Train CC1000 has arrived, please prepare to board the train." The conductor's voice came through the loudspeaker. The guard in the hall was still sleeping soundly without any sign of waking up. It was incredible. Even a little eerie.
"Yanling·Ghost, Sequence No. 37 of the Periodic Table of Yanling, causes itself to produce a ghost-like effect, which can reduce the sense of existence in the eyes of ordinary people." Li Longyuan explained to Chu Zihang on the side.
This word spirit has a similar function to the word spirit Mingzhao they encountered before. It can hide its own aura, but the effect of Mingzhao is better.
"Junior brother is amazing. He deserves to be the orthodox successor of China." Fingel gave a thumbs up. When he came to pick up new students in the past, they would not only say "Oh my God, I'm so scared!"", but they would also sigh "Oh my God, it's so luxurious."
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There are not many people who can read the train conductor's words so calmly at a glance.
"Fingel, are you here to pick up new students again? What year is this? Come on, I hope you will still be here when I retire."
The conductor raised his head and glanced at the tall and slovenly Finger, chatting while checking tickets.