The ancient brick walls are covered with moss. Under the sun, the whole building shows a strong sense of history. Pass through the tall arches and walk through the dome corridor.
Xing Ze came to the interior of the University of Bristol. For a moment, he couldn't tell what era he was in. Along the way, the old style and dusty corners made him feel like he had returned to the past.
But as soon as he entered the college, the shiny glass windows and cement-structured teaching building brought Xing Ze back to modern times. The brass lampposts on both sides of the walkway were not wicks, but light bulbs. The historic stone walls were hung with celebration symbols.
Colorful banners and wooden signposts at the corners are deliberately aged.
Things like this made Xing Ze feel conflicted. He stopped at the map board at the entrance, looking for the address of the Unsolved Mysteries Association, but obviously, no one would be stupid enough to mark this thing on the college map.
He frowned and thought for a while. The University of Bristol is equivalent to a city within a city, with a fairly complete functional system, including shops, residences, restaurants, vegetable and fruit greenhouses, and a campus hospital that is comparable to a regular hospital.
Even if the entire periphery of the university is paralyzed, as long as the water and electricity are normal, the place can still operate normally. However, this also brings about a problem. It is easy to get lost. Although maps are provided at each entrance, because the old and new buildings are intertwined, the map is really useful.
limited.
After thinking for a while, Xing Ze decided to ask an acquaintance for help. He determined the direction of the History Department and headed in that direction.
Emily should obviously have joined a club in school. This kind of secret society is quite common in foreign countries, and some well-known clubs even require a series of strict tests to enter.
Xing Ze doesn't know what kind of group the Unsolved Mysteries Association is, but judging from the names outside, it probably belongs to that kind of secret society.
He also wanted to find a random student to inquire, but gave up the idea when he noticed the strange looks from the people around him.
Muggle universities are different from Hogwarts. In this era, not many Orientals would appear here. To them, Xing Ze is no different from a cherished animal, and it is the kind of animal that everyone avoids.
The not-so-friendly eyes followed him to the School of History. If he wanted to find Emily, he had to ask the teachers or students.
He turned his attention to the playground not far away. There were two teams playing on the small football field. The number of spectators on the viewing platform was small, and several of them seemed to be substitutes.
A few minutes later, Xing Ze sat down next to a man who looked like a coach. This guy was plump and his chin was squeezed into a ball. He looked like a large toad.
He was concentrating on the situation on the field, slapping his legs and cursing from time to time, wishing he could get off the field in person, so he didn't notice Xing Ze's arrival at all.
"Idiot, pass the ball, damn it, you guys are the stupidest class I have ever coached." The coach's spit flew everywhere, and the fat on his face trembled.
"Are you the coach of that team?"
Xing Ze's sudden interjection made the coach stunned. He turned his head and looked over. After seeing Xing Ze, his short eyebrows that were already knitted together tightened a little more. The coach had no intention of answering at all, but instead said
Attention is returned to the court.
Xing Ze was not in a hurry, but enjoyed the game for a while until the coach couldn't stand it anymore and asked: "What on earth do you want to do?"
"Inquiring about some things." Xing Ze replied unhurriedly without taking his eyes off the court.
"Look, man, don't look for trouble. This is not the place for you."
"Then where do you suggest I go?" Xing Ze turned his head and stared at him.
For some reason, the fat coach got goosebumps all over his body. He turned away his face in a hurry and said urgently: "Stay somewhere cool. Don't... just don't stay here."
He spoke with a slight tremor, and the look he just exchanged gave him the illusion that he was being targeted by a wild beast. For him who was usually used to being arrogant, this humiliation made him very angry, not to mention that he was frightened by an Oriental.
Return.
"I think it's quite cool here, and there's a football match to watch." Xing Ze smiled, and he put away his eyes and started watching the football match again.
The courage that the coach had just lost returned to his body, and he said in a low voice and with a slight threat: "If you stay here any longer, I promise that you will not get any good results."
It's just a threat. He thought proudly in his heart, hoping that this outsider would leave in a sensible manner, because he really didn't want to use his huge body to bully a thin young man. This would make people laugh and make people laugh.
His prestige on the football team decreased.
But surprisingly, Xing Ze did not leave. He was still sitting steadily in the distance, as if nothing happened.
The coach's self-esteem was challenged like never before. He took a long breath and said again: "Hey, did you hear what I said?"
As soon as he finished speaking, a police ID card appeared in front of him. He did not expect that the other party would be so skillful, and the unexpected ID card caught him off guard.
He reached for the police ID and compared it three times, each time taking longer. In the end, the football coach seemed to compromise and returned the ID to Xing Ze.
"Okay, officer, how can I help you?" The coach's tone was stiff and reluctant.
"I'm asking about a society. The Unsolved Mysteries Society, have you heard of it?"
"Then you must have the wrong person, officer." The coach took off his baseball cap, "As you can see, I'm just a football coach. If you ask me about cheerleading, I can give you some advice.
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Xing Ze smiled lightly and said: "Think again, sir, don't be so anxious, the game has only entered the second half."
"About club matters, you should ask a teacher, not a coach. I just care that these guys can survive the whole game, instead of panting like a bitch not long after playing. As for other things
, has nothing to do with me. I’m too lazy to care."
"Where can I find the teacher in charge of the club?"
"You don't have to look for it. Do you see the guy to my left? He has short hair and is wearing a light blue shirt." The coach lowered his voice and winked, for fear that Xing Ze had found the wrong person.
"uh-huh."
"That is. He is in charge of all clubs in the history department, including sports clubs. You can ask him."
"I will. But before that, I want to ask about someone. Thomas Kimball, he is the professor here. Do you have any impressions?"
The coach wiped the sweat from his forehead, followed the game on the field, and then resisted the urge to spit out curse words and replied: "No, I don't know. Does he like football?"
"I am not sure."
"Then it's no use. We only drink with other coaches and PE teachers. It's our own circle." The coach said seriously, "You know what a circle means, right?"
He circled his fingers and explained further to Xing Ze, "This is a small circle that only welcomes people who like football and sports. Bookworms are not welcome."
Xing Ze nodded and digested the conversation just below.