"It's not necessary to catch the wind, but you still need to wash the dust."
The boy in green shirt stood outside the door and did not go in. He just patted the folding fan slowly and looked at him with a smile.
This harmless smile made Fingel shudder.
"Wait a moment, you two, wait a moment..."
Fingel forced a smile on his relatively strong face, nodded and bowed, and retreated. When he came out again, everything in the dormitory seemed brand new, even the game console screen had been scrubbed so that it could be used as a mirror.
"I just said that you have great potential, senior."
Li Longyuan nodded with satisfaction and walked into the room with Chu Zihang. Next to him, the exhausted Fingel was about to collapse against the wall, feeling like crying without tears.
His happy life of working from eleven to twelve has just begun.
"There are still some things waiting for me to deal with at the Lion Heart Club. Let's go first."
Chu Zihang just put down his luggage, said hello and left.
Li Yongyuan was completely at ease, staring blankly at the gradually darkening sky outside the window.
In this kind of weather, of course, sleeping in the bedroom is the most delicious.
"Junior, you don't know that there were so many interesting things happening in the academy during the time you went to Japan."
Seeing Li Yongyuan's sleepy and lazy look, Fingel, the number one paparazzi and eunuch, came closer.
"Oh? Tell me."
Li Longyuan, who was leaning comfortably on the recliner, suddenly became interested and his eyes narrowed slightly.
"First of all, we have to challenge Junior Chu. That guy is a Frenchman. His name is...Lancelot."
"Lancelot, one of the Knights of the Round Table?"
Li Yongyuan straightened up, obviously having a certain understanding of French literature.
Lancelot can be said to be the representative of platonic love (simply speaking, spiritual love), and he had a secret love affair with King Arthur's Queen Guinevere.
In France in the 12th century, many poets believed in this kind of Platonic love. In order to achieve meritorious service on the battlefield, a warrior must possess a series of virtues. The character of Lancelot is a combination of gentleness, generosity, piety, and courtesy in their works.
In one body.
"Hehe, I didn't expect you to know so much, junior. The name is just a coincidence." After listening to Li Longyuan's words, Fingel clapped his hands in wonder.
"But you are right about some things. According to the recent analysis of the information collected by my reporters, Lancelot is really a gentle and kind French young man with no bad habits and good looks.
He is handsome and has attracted a group of little fans not long after he entered school."
"Including within the Lion Heart Club, there are more and more voices calling for him to become the president, especially during the time when Junior Chu and you are performing tasks."
Fingel spoke faster and faster, and his expression became more excited, as if he couldn't wait to see the two of them confront each other.
"Then he also has A-level blood?"
Li Longyuan put his hands on the pillow and asked leisurely.
"Yes, we still don't know what his speech spirit is."
Fingel scratched his head in embarrassment, apparently realizing that he had missed the point for a long time.
"not bad."
The boy said vaguely.
In his eyes, Chu Zihang has never been the kind of person who is afraid of challenges. Having an opponent will only make him more motivated to accomplish what he wants to do in the future.
"anything else?"
Li Longyuan patted the armrest of the lounge chair in the dormitory, and then stretched out.
"The windsurfing horse racing jointly organized by Cassel College and the University of Chicago is about to begin. Many international celebrities will be there to watch the competition. Students from our school win the championship almost every year."
Fingel continued. Nonsense, how can the physical strength of a mixed race be comparable to that of ordinary people?
Li Longyuan glanced at him in surprise, "That's not right, senior, why do you pay attention to this?"
"Are you going to wipe out the decline this year, regain your glory, and win the championship for the college this year?"
The boy's scrutinizing eyes made Fingel feel a little unnatural, and he immediately said with a low smile: "Junior, you are so flattering, mainly because it is the hot summer, and most of the junior girls entering the venue are wearing cool clothes, especially at the beach party.
All the drinks and food provided are free.”
With beautiful women and food and drink, it is simply a paradise in life, isn't it?
Seeing Fingel winking, Li Longyuan ignored him. This senior was good in every aspect, but he was too good at hiding his clumsiness. He didn't believe that a mixed-race race who entered the school as an A-level could degenerate like this.
"Junior, as the rookie king of this year, don't you show your face at this moment that attracts everyone's attention?"
There seemed to be a temptation in Fingel's words.
"Let's talk again."
Li Yongyuan continued to lie back on his old man's chair, closed his eyes, and covered his face with a folding fan.
"Finally, the 3E exam is coming."
Fingel whispered.
The boy in green shirt sat up suddenly. This was an instinctive reaction developed in the exam-oriented education environment he had lived in since childhood, and he had an absolute respect for exams.
"you say……"
In the dormitory, the boy spoke slowly in an unusually sad and exciting tone.
…………
The night at Kassel College is very quiet, with only a few buildings still shining with golden light.
The night watchman's loft is such a place. Chaplin's silent film "Modern Times" is playing on the small black and white TV. The funny and wonderful acting skills make the old cowboy holding popcorn in his hand burst into laughter.
Facts have proven that even in the absence of sound effects, human emotions can still resonate through images.
Schneider, wearing a black windbreaker and a mask, stood silently behind him. The door was completely open, letting in the cold wind.
"Vice Principal, I have something to report to you."
Schneider rarely climbs the bell tower and rarely sees the "night watchman", Nicholas Flamel.
In his eyes, the fat-bellied, unkempt vice-principal was far worse than the respectable, decisive and skillful Angers.
He is still able to hold the position of vice-principal in the college. In addition to the strong support of his old friend Ange (py transaction), it is probably because of the necessity of words, spirits and precepts.
This can greatly reduce the casualties caused by mixed-race students' inability to control their spirit spirits.
"have a drink?"
The old cowboy stood up from the half-used sofa where a pile of laundry pants was piled, and put the half-drunk bottle of tequila on the table into the wine cabinet without leaving a trace, and poured him a glass of Johnnie whiskey with his backhand.
Schneider reached out and took it, but did not drink it. Alcohol will affect the brain's judgment, especially this highly choking alcohol.
"Why don't you go find that old guy in Angers?"
The old cowboy didn't care about the attitude of his men. At his age, apart from enjoying a life of beer and fried chicken and admiring the girls' figures, there was nothing worthy of his concern or anger.
He has long passed the age of striving for a career, and even his son Rudolf Manstein is about to retire.