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Chapter 203: Yunnan Folk Songs in the United States

After getting acquainted with each other, the four young people were no longer so restrained. Old Tang chatted with the two people in the back row, asking them insinuatingly about their school situation.

Caesar in the back row was holding a suitcase and responded to Old Tang's words.

The two people, who received Ander's instruction, also responded to Old Tang's questions without missing a beat. During their conversation, a somewhat unique college gradually appeared in Old Tang's mind.

"Your university is different," Old Tang sighed: "Other schools are all about business, social sciences, etc., but you offer so many unpopular majors, no wonder the school has little money."

In Lao Tang's view, the most profitable areas for a college are business and some social science studies, and these subjects are also the first choice for international students who come to study for a mixed degree.

But Kassel went in the opposite direction and taught a lot of science and engineering courses. The only liberal arts course was paleontology, which was related to biology.

"The principal is an ideal person." Caesar spread his hands and said helplessly: "After all, it is a private university, so you can do whatever you want."

"Speaking of Lao Lu," Old Tang turned to Lu Mingfei and asked, "What are you going to learn in the future?"

Unlike universities in China, many universities in the United States only subdivide majors in the sophomore or even junior year, and the same goes for Kassel.

Lu Mingfei thought for a while and responded: "Probably the history department. My father studied history."

"Paleontology is not easy to learn," Old Tang understood. According to Lu Mingfei, the so-called History Department of Kassel College is actually the Department of Paleontology: "I met several experts in paleontology during my previous mission, and they had a hard time in college.

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Although Old Tang never went to college, his adventurous life brought him countless valuable experiences, and during these adventures, he also met many outstanding scholars.

"That's not true," Lu Mingfei curled his lips: "My roommate hasn't graduated in eight years."

"Eight years," Old Tang took a breath: "What did he learn?"

"It seems like they are studying dragons... ah no, dinosaur nerves or something like that." Lu Mingfei hurriedly covered himself: "I heard they are waiting for fossils."

"That's not easy. Fortunately, I didn't go to college." Old Tan shook his head: "It seems that this school is not as bad as Ander said."

"What did the master say about our school?" Chu Zihang asked. Driving long distances is boring, so chatting is a good pastime.

"He said your school is a rubbish university with mixed diplomas," Old Tang didn't care, and said carelessly: "But it's not that bad at all."

"Actually, there are a lot of bastards in the academy," Caesar said from the back row: "Isn't it something every university does to rely on investment from wealthy people for research?"

"Oh, then Xiao Jin...Caesar, are you one of those rich bastards?" Old Tang asked.

"After all, I gave you the money," Caesar stretched out his legs: "Of course I want to enjoy all the benefits of the academy."

"Although his grades are not good," Chu Zihang continued, "Caesar is the president of the student council and participates in many activities."

"As long as you don't fail the exam, you'll be fine." Caesar's words almost made him a bastard.

Old Tang nodded, turned around and looked for something around him: "Do you have a CD here? Just chatting is too boring, you might as well listen to music."

Chu Zihang took out a CD folder from the middle of the seat and handed it to Old Tang: "I specially prepared it before for listening to songs on the road."

Old Tang took out a disc from the CD folder. On the white disc, a cloud word was written with a blue marker. It could be seen that the person who wrote it was very good at calligraphy and used the marker to write the texture of a brush.

Old Tang didn't care, and casually put the disc into the radio that came with the truck. As Old Tang raised the volume, a piece of rock music with a touch of electronics and folk songs with a touch of classical music came out from the car speakers.

"Fake cigarettes, fake wine, fake friends..."

"Fake love, fake tenderness..."

Listening to the accented Chinese, Old Tang was stunned for a moment, and turned stiffly to look at Chu Zihang who was driving the car.

"What is this?" Old Tang has lived in the United States for a long time. He has never seen this kind of song before, and he couldn't react for a while.

"Yunnan folk songs," Chu Zihang said with a smile on his face: "It's very suitable to listen to when driving long distances."

Only then did Old Tang understand the meaning of the word "cloud" on the disc. When he heard the lyrics "Pinch your big crotch" coming from the loudspeaker, he finally couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"Hahahaha, what is this?" Old Tang laughed so much that he collapsed on his chair: "Brother, you have really special taste."

As he said that, Old Tang raised his hand tremblingly and cut to the next song. Then with the same exciting prelude, Old Tang heard: "Old driver, take me..."

Accompanied by the exciting music, the lyrics range from "The old driver took me to college, life is very romantic". The lyrics of these Yunnan folk songs are bold and joyful, and do not hide the feelings between men and women, allowing Old Tang, a Chinese young man in the United States, to find a trace of "life in college".

The warmth of home.

These.

"It still has a bit of rap flavor." Old Tang commented: "At least it's more elegant than gangster rap."

Lu Mingfei and Caesar in the back row were already laughing so hard that they couldn't stand up straight. It was the first time they knew that Chu Zihang still had such a side.

"When the master took me for the first time, he played Yunnan folk songs." Chu Zihang felt a little nostalgic as he listened to this off-key song: "I have to say, this is quite refreshing."

"It's more than refreshing, I feel like my soul is about to come out." Old Tang ejected the disc and put in another one with the word "phoenix" written on it: "I didn't expect that Ander's thick eyebrows and big eyes could actually

I like this kind of song.”

This time it was a lot better. A clear female voice sang: "I am like a fish in your lotus pond," which sounded more to Old Tang's taste than the previous unfashionable folk songs.

Accompanied by the moonlight singing of the lotus pond, trucks in the shape of Optimus Prime were speeding on the highway, transmitting the singing from China to all parts of the United States.

But in the dark, someone has already been eyeing this speeding truck.

If the world of mixed races is the dark side of the world, then those marginalized groups among mixed races are the abyss of the world.

Some of these people are lunatics who are about to break through the limit of bloodshed, some are illegitimate children and experimental products created by high-ranking families, and most of them are criminals who have broken through their restraints.

Today, a message was passed among a small group of hybrids hidden in the abyss. The secret party was transferring a cocoon of a third-generation species, and the people escorting the transfer were actually three students and an ordinary person.

The value of each cocoon was calculated in the hundreds of millions on the black market. The desperadoes were moved. They looked at the man who had gathered them together. He was wearing hooded clothes and was as dark as the deepest night.

"Your Majesty," one of the hybrids said, "don't you long for that cocoon?"

"The Order needs a response, and these people," the bishop looked at the photos nailed on the wall, "They are the most outstanding generation of the Secret Party, which is enough to illustrate our attitude."

"Kill them, the dragon veins are enough." The bishop took out a few small bottles, which contained high-purity dragon veins: "The cocoons can also be yours."

"There are members of the Gattuso family there..." a mixed race hesitated.

"Do you care about this?" The bishop was a little dissatisfied.

"No, of course not," the half-breed just now showed a cruel smile: "I'm just looking forward to seeing Gattuso's noble son ****ing with me."


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