This idea created a prescribed situation for Lin Nian for sixteen years. In this situation, he needed to worry about his school grades, he needed to worry about the rent at the end of the month, and he needed to think about how to avoid child labor laws and bring happiness to his family.
For extra income, he needs to become a normal person, a complete ordinary person.
However, now, the notice from Kassel College broke this prescribed situation and liberated him from that idea.
What would be something that escapes from the prescribed situations of ordinary people?
Who is the person who emerged from under the skin?
In the Amber Pavilion, Miyamoto looked down at Lin Nian with his eyes lowered. Although it was the first time they met, this man's words were like a knife, speeding up the speed of cutting through the membrane.
He didn't care what was under the skin, or how terrifying the roar was. He just wanted to see the beauty of the moment when the thing under the skin broke out, and to imagine his excitement when he drew his sword against it.
From the beginning, he said to Lin Nian in surprise: You are the person I am looking for.
This sentence does not lie.
Lin Nian didn't understand what kind of place the Japan branch was. If he had known, he should have turned around and left when Isshin Miyamoto introduced himself for the first time.
The person Miyamoto wanted to find was never a diamond in the rough, a person who was qualified to join the Kendo Club. During the boring period when the president of the Student Union and the president of the Lion Heart Club were away for internship, what he wanted to find was just someone who could become his enemy.
opponent.
Therefore, after the first conversation with Lin Nian confirmed that the young man in front of him was indeed qualified, everything he did was just to anger this seemingly peaceful and courteous young man.
Now he is almost successful.
"How about we play a game?" Isshin Miyamoto suddenly showed a relaxed smile, breaking the dull atmosphere. He turned around and walked to the dining table, picked up a knife, and held down the knife with his right thumb.
As soon as the middle part of the knife was exerted, the knife broke.
Lin Nian was interrupted by the sound and looked over in deep thought. At the dining table, Miyamoto found several paper cups of the same shape and color and explained: "This is a very popular game in our Japanese branch. You should have seen it on TV.
Is there a magician who performs the trick of hitting nails with his bare hands?"
Lin Nian did not answer him. Miyamoto Yishin said while selecting a paper cup without wrinkles and stains: "That magic is often called Russian roulette, but compared to the real roulette wheel stuffed with bullets, the magician's version of Russian roulette is
The price of failure at roulette is much lighter."
"Ten paper bags, with a long nail standing upright in the paper bag. The paper bags are then shuffled and the magician pats them down one by one until the last one is photographed." Miyamoto tossed the bag in his hand with all his heart.
Half of the Blade: "At this time, the magician will open the last paper bag, which happens to be the one with the nails."
Lin Nian watched silently as Miyamoto put the blade on the table and walked to him with a smile: "Lin Niansang, this may be the first 'thing' you encountered at Kassel College. You said
If you yourself are unable to recognize yourself, then I will create an opportunity so that you and others can clearly recognize what kind of person you are: a brave person, a coward, a sober person, or a persistent person."
"In our Japanese branch, this game is played almost every day. The young people in the executive bureau are always arrogant and will bring this game up when there is an endless dispute." Miyamoto looked at the palm of his hand.
: "Starting from the first shot, whoever can't help but quit first will be the loser. The loser unconditionally misheard the winner's instructions. For this reason, many stubborn young people will leave a scar on their hands. For this reason, the director of the Executive Bureau even
We came out with a strict order to stop this cruel game that was tantamount to internal friction."
Lin Nian looked at the palm of Miyamoto Isshin's right hand. There was a dark scar there. It was obvious that this man was also one of the "stubborn young men" he called.
"Now I'm curious about how bad the school spirit of the Japanese branch is? Are there all people like you there?" Lin Nian finally saw clearly that the polite Japanese man in front of him was a lunatic, and he initially responded
His conversation was a wrong decision.
"Not all branches exist in the form of a campus like Cassel College. It seems that Lin Niansang, you still don't know much about the "Secret Party". I also look forward to Lin Niansang being able to go to the Japanese branch one day."
I'm very curious about what kind of changes will happen to a person like you in that environment." Miyamoto stroked the smooth and sharp blade on the table with all his heart, and the light spots reflected by the silver tableware passed through his eyes.
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Lin Nian looked at the ever-present smile on Miyamoto Isshin's lips. He slowly understood the meaning of this conversation and the purpose of the other party's contact with him.
It's really baffling. Lin Nian didn't even know this guy before tonight. Is the title of 'S' class so hateful?
"You said this is the best game to resolve disputes in your Japanese branch, but it seems that now I have no reason to play this boring game with you." Lin Nian picked up half a piece of Black Forest Chocolate Cake from the table nearby.
After stuffing it in his mouth, he felt hungry, so he started eating.
"Isn't this reason enough for an opportunity to recognize what kind of person you are?" Miyamoto tilted his head: "Just like I am making an argument now, an 'S'-level student is a person who is timid and shrinks from challenges.
, if you just turn around and leave today, when you go to bed at night, won't you think over and over again whether my argument has been confirmed by yourself?"
"Do you think I'm the kind of person who gets scolded for posting comments on the Internet, then gets scolded back angrily and is troubled at night, unable to sleep and crying secretly?" Lin Nian finished eating the chocolate cake and picked up a piece of pasta.
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"Based on our conversation just now, it doesn't look like that." Isshin Miyamoto said.
"I was really relieved when I heard you say that you were the candidate for the student union president." Lin Nian sucked the spaghetti and said expressionlessly: "Because that's the impression I had when I saw Caesar Gattuso this morning.
Look, you can't beat him."
"This point has to be put in practical terms. There is still some time left to run for the chairman. I remember it happened to be a few days after the war practice class for the freshman. It was actually a test for him. If he can't even take that kind of class,
How can you become my enemy when competing on the same stage?" Miyamoto shook his head wholeheartedly.
"You are used to standing too high when you speak. I don't know if everyone in the Japanese branch has this kind of virtue, but people like you will be beaten if you are placed in Shilan." Lin Nian said lightly:
"I thought you came with good intentions at first, but now I find that I was wrong. I am actually a very simple person. At least I can clearly understand one thing about myself, that is, I will intervene when I see bad things.
If you see a bad person, you will beat him. The suit you are wearing tonight looks expensive, but I am wearing a school uniform and there are spare ones in the dormitory. Now, I want to eat."
What he meant was already very simple: get out.
"It's a pity, I thought 'S' class students should be more arrogant." Miyamoto stared at Lin Nian's side face and shook his head.
"My sister told me before." Lin Nian paused while eating noodles: "She said that if she meets a bad guy while minding her own business outside, she should run away quickly. She doesn't want to go into the police station to pick him up."
"What?" Miyamoto probably didn't understand the meaning of the word 'police station' due to cultural differences.
Lin Nian put down his knife and fork and wiped the corners of his mouth with a napkin: "Most of the people in the student union are quite friendly, but some are too enthusiastic. I thought everyone was kind to me at first, but now it seems there are exceptions.
, listening to your many words, paving the way, testing, irritating, and provoking, the ultimate goal should be to step on the heads of the 'S' class students and prove to yourself that you are the leader of this school, right? You seem to have some in Japan too.
This traditional custom involves beatings from superiors to subordinates and seniors to juniors."
Before Miyamoto Yishin could react, Lin Nian walked up to him and put the paper cups upside down on the table one by one in a row. Miyamoto Yishin saw Lin Nian's actions and he became excited for the first time tonight: "
You finally understand what I mean, Lin Sang!"
Lin Nian ignored him, fastened the paper cup and picked up the half of the blade. Miyamoto walked aside and said, "Lin Sang, do you want to put the blade on your own? It doesn't matter to me, I believe in your character."
But then Lin Nian did not put the blade into one of the paper cups, but stood the sharp blade upright on the table.
At this time, he turned to look at Miyamoto and said calmly: "My sister also told me that I can tolerate going out as long as I can. A peaceful life is the most important."
After saying that, he slapped the blade with a fierce slap!
The next moment, the finger bone hit the tip of the knife, and the half-cut table knife on the table seemed to have been crushed by a hydraulic press. It made a harsh clicking sound, and the blade instantly shattered into countless pieces and scattered into the food on the table. At this time, the palm of the hand again
It landed on the table and made a huge noise, causing countless people on the dance floor to turn their heads and look this way.
"But I never listen to my sister." He raised his hand and looked directly at Miyamoto's stunned side face and said slowly: "The paper cup is still there, you can take your time patting it and playing with it, now I have to go somewhere else to continue.