Lu Mingfei entered the classroom with a blushing face. What Chen Motong said just now was loud. Several people in the classroom heard it. The faint sound spread among the crowd. The classmates in the classroom peeked at the two people with twinkling eyes.
With a curious light.
"Lu, are you dating the Glacier Queen?" Lu Mingfei found a seat to sit down, and a black man with curly hair came over next to him.
"Just taking a walk, Bradley." Lu Mingfei hesitated for a while, and then gave the answer under the urging of the man.
The black man's name was Bradley. He was a young man from Mississippi. He had a free and undisciplined personality. Like Sam Brown, he was the type who never had an itchy skin all day long.
Lu Mingfei, who had the lowest physical fitness in military training, was therefore included in the extra training class with them. They often trained together and formed a deep friendship.
"Oh!..." Bradley glanced at Lu Mingfei. "Lu, um, this kind of thing is illegal. Although mixed-race people don't care much about the law, but..."
"She's grown up." Lu Mingfei said without thinking, and then covered his mouth as if he thought of something.
"I mean, she is an adult and can make her own decisions about this kind of thing..."
Lu Mingfei was a little flustered and didn't know what he was talking about.
"Man, you have to know that if you take her to a hotel, there is a high chance that you will be caught by those gangsters and put in jail to pick up soap."
Bradley whispered, trying to popularize American law for Lu Mingfei, a guy from China.
"But don't worry, our freshman fraternity will equip you with the best lawyer." An Indian guy turned his head from the front.
His name is Qilan. In Lu Mingfei's opinion, he is a nagging guy all the time. He is also the president of the freshman fraternity. He often wants to win over Lu Mingfei to join the freshman fraternity. Guo Mingfei is always jealous of this nagging guy.
It is to keep a respectful distance.
Qilan's speaking spirit is a prophet, a speaking spirit that can predict the future, which makes him very popular among freshmen because he can accurately predict whether it will rain tomorrow and what events will be held in the military training.
After Lu Mingfei once again rejected Qilan's invitation to join the membership, the serious-looking Professor Manstein stood on the podium.
"I hope you are all ready. All forms of cheating are not allowed in the 3E exam, and you will be responsible for the consequences."
The senior sister held a stack of A4 paper and a handful of coins, and distributed exam supplies in front of everyone.
"The exam will officially start in 3 minutes. Turn off your cell phone now and put it on the corner of your desk together with your student ID card."
The door closed quietly, leaving a group of students facing the blank scratch paper in front of them. No one panicked. Of course, the test paper was not needed for dictating words, but there were always people who would be dissatisfied with this form.
The camera silently stared at the students sitting upright from the rooftop. At this tense moment, melodious light music actually sounded.
"If I had known, I wouldn't have come here. I used dictation of words as a test method. Back then, Stanford promised me half a prize..."
Bradley muttered, unlike his hip-hop appearance, this guy is an out-and-out academic. Although he wanted to go to Stanford, he still came to Cassel in front of Sir Henkel's revolver.
"If I were you, I would go to Stanford." Lu Mingfei shrugged, "I have been admitted to Stanford and why would I still come here?"
Stanford doesn't have military training or strong hybrids, so it might be more comfortable than Cassel.
"But don't you long to gather with the truly first-class people in the world?" Bradley turned around in confusion, "If I go to Stanford, I won't be able to meet people like you."
"What kind of person am I?" Lu Mingfei talked to Bradley while listening to the wind-like whisper behind the music, "What kind of person am I?"
"The man who created the new world." This was the first time Lu Mingfei had seen Bradley so serious.
"Creating a new world?" Lu Mingfei wondered if this matter could have anything to do with him? He waved his hand, "This matter belongs to ***. Really, he just won the Nobel Peace Prize. I read it on the news.
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"Qilan said so." Bradley approached Lu Mingfei, "Qilan never says the wrong thing, his speaking spirit is a 'prophet'."
Yan Ling is really a wonderful thing. Qilan predicts the weather very accurately every time. It rains when it says it will rain. It is much more accurate than those damn weather forecasts.
"He never says the wrong thing, and he never praises anyone, but he praises you." Bradley whispered, "He has been my good friend since I was a child. Every time what he predicts will come true, some people are very happy."
I was afraid of him and thought he was a lunatic, so I sent him to a mental hospital. He was very depressed for a time, and I was the only one who stayed with him."
Lu Mingfei couldn't help but look up in Qilan's direction. The handsome Indian student seemed to have predicted this gaze and turned around to say hello to Lu Mingfei.
"The freshman fraternity supports you," Bradley said sincerely. "The Lionheart Club and the Student Union have been recruiting people among the freshmen for a long time to strengthen themselves, but Chilan told us that we should not spread out.
We should wait, someone who will lead us will show up. We were all suspicious at first, until we heard that they found an 'S'-class new student, and it was you!"
Bradley was silent for a while, covering his face with his hands, leaning his elbows on the desk, and shed tears silently.
"Brother, it's not like that." Lu Mingfei looked at Bradley who was in tears. "There is no need to shed tears for this kind of thing."
But Lu Mingfei soon realized that it was not Bradley who was moved to tears, but that the 3E exam had begun.
Just like Fingel said, they fell into some kind of hallucination and acted in various ways unconsciously. Lu Mingfei saw Qilan prostrate himself on the ground, like a Hindu ascetic.
Everyone in the classroom began to dance wildly, and most of them lost control, scribbling on the paper. Thanks to military training, they seemed to have some control over their bodies and did not leave their seats too far.
And a group of people watched the demonic dance of the students in the classroom through the camera. Ender stood in front of the screen and watched with interest as a student sang a series of high notes in an aria.
"Watching the 3E exam video every year gives me great joy." Ander said to Angers, "This is much better than a talk show."
"Yes, I remember a student performed a Maori war dance last year, which was very exciting." Angers also looked at the students' reactions on the screen, hoping to find those talented young men.
Behind them, Anton stared at the screen silently, thinking whether to give Lu Mingfei more training. He didn't want to let go of this brat who was dating his daughter.
Even if he is a junior to the school director.
Under the gaze of several people, Lu Mingfei's head shook, and then hit the table with a clang.
"I'm going to continue this paragraph and put it in a funny collection." Ander looked at Lu Mingfei's appearance and laughed so hard that his shoulders shook a few times.
Ange looked at Lu Mingfei's hand scribbling uncontrollably on the paper, pushed up the glasses on the bridge of his nose and said:
"It seems like our secret weapon is really very personal."