The Brass Dragon in the Dragon World Chapter 529: Date
As the sun set, Lu Mingfei looked inside the Golden Iris Academy with a telescope. It was said that this was indeed a top bridal academy, and the quality of the girls was even on par with Kassel Academy.
Of course, when it comes to temperament, there is still no comparison.
After all, not every girl has the opportunity to hold a gun and fight her way out of the enemy's circle.
"Senior brother, you know, I feel like a crazy person, peeping at a girls' school or something."
While Lu Mingfei watched the girls inside the college stretching their young limbs, he complained to Chu Zihang next to him.
"Stop thinking blindly, have you found Chen Motong?" Chu Zihang glanced sideways at Lu Mingfei and asked.
Lu Mingfei shook his head: "No, senior sister doesn't seem to be among those active."
Just as they were talking, the girls on the grass elegantly took out various musical instruments and began to adjust them. The attendants brought out chairs and placed them in front of them.
"It looks like there's going to be a concert soon." Caesar came over, holding a telescope in his hand, and looked at Chu Zihang next to him: "Is this the one you were talking about?"
Chu Zihang nodded: "According to the class schedule of this college, after dinner is the music appreciation session. Students need to listen to the symphony and then hand in the appreciation notes."
"Wow, this is too painful." Lu Mingfei frowned. He had never felt much about art and couldn't help but say.
"Yeah, how can you eat so early? It's not good for your health." Caesar also nodded, thinking about whether to bring some midnight snacks to Nono, but considering her personality, there is a high probability that he would have found it long ago.
gourmet food.
Chu Zihang sorted out the equipment dropped by the air and said to the two of them: "The learning in this school is very intensive, ranging from the tea ceremony of the island country to the etiquette of the British royal family, so the curriculum is very tight."
"It doesn't sound expensive at all," Lu Mingfei curled his lips: "It looks more like an actor training school."
"No one knows how to act better than the nobles. They wear masks from birth." Caesar answered, picked up the telescope, and suddenly said excitedly: "I saw her, just over there on the porch."
Lu Mingfei raised the telescope and saw Chen Motong standing at the end of the large army. There was no light in her eyes, and although her body was moving, she was already in a state of wandering.
"She doesn't look happy." Lu Mingfei murmured to himself.
Caesar grinned: "But she will be happy soon, Chu Zihang, get ready, I want to appear at the climax!"
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Chen Motong followed the team absentmindedly. The heavy study and rigid dogma of this college made her a little breathless.
This is a college that exudes the aura of money. Unlike places like Kassel, which are full of martial arts, most of the girls here are either rich or noble. To be precise, they are richer.
Although the teachers and mothers of the college claimed that the college did not train ugly ducklings, but only trained outstanding nobles, Chen Motong's keen observation still discovered the clues.
Most of my classmates come from wealthy business families that have emerged recently. Most of their families have little background, and most of them are from third world countries.
To understand it in an easy-to-understand way, it means oil veterans and nouveau riche.
These people's families are full of desire for European-style aristocrats, so they spend a lot of money to send their daughters to study here, just to let the aristocratic background influence them a little more.
Then these girls are wrapped in a layer of packaging called aristocratic temperament and can be sold at a higher price.
Unfortunately, it is never etiquette and cultivation that determine whether a person is a noble, but blood.
Even if Louis XVI only tinkered with keyholes every day, this famously brainless person was still the emperor of the French Bourbon dynasty.
As for Chen Motong himself, the situation is not much different. After meeting those zombie-like elders of the Gattuso family, this girl can only hold her nose and come here to study for the sake of love.
Is it really right for you to do this?
Many times Chen Motong can't help but think like this,
But thinking of Caesar's face and the family's persuasion, I still held back.
In this place, you don't need to think too much, or even think about it. You just need to release your beauty and let people around you think that you are either rich or noble.
Just like Louis XVI's Queen, one day you have to ask gracefully: "If you don't have bread, why don't you eat cake?"
Sitting on the chair on the grass, Chen Motong gradually relaxed. This was a rare leisure time for her in the day. With the ability of profiling, she did not need to listen to music. She could just take a quick look and write down her thoughts in a meaningful way.
for example:
"I can sense a certain uneasiness from the hesitant sound of the clarinet..." Chen Motong put pen to paper and scribbled on the report to be handed in today.
The symphony was gradually rising with soothing notes, and then began to fall back after reaching its peak. Chen Motong felt a little regretful in his heart. In just a few minutes, the best part of the day would be over.
She raised her head helplessly, looking past the towering guardrail at the flaming sunset. There was nothing frustrated in her mind, she was just thinking about how to go to the kitchen to get a roast chicken for a midnight snack.
Nono could even smell the smoke from the charcoal fire. The oven used in the school kitchen is an old-fashioned charcoal oven. The baked food has the smell of fruit wood smoke, which is very elegant.uuReading www.uukanshu.com
But the smoke smell seems a bit too strong, I should add less firewood...
Wait!
Chen Motong suddenly opened his eyes. The smell of fireworks was not his imagination, but something was really burning.
At this moment, the band played the last note, and according to etiquette they should applaud, but at this moment, a sudden change occurred.
boom!
A pillar of fire as thick as a solid object rose into the sky, burning the gate of the academy into a piece of scrap metal. Then it shot up into the sky and turned into little sparks and fell.
In the midst of the sparks, a man in a suit held a submachine gun, wore a round hat on his head, and a suit jacket draped over his shoulders. He walked into the gate of Golden Iris Academy in a coquettish manner.
The man dressed like an Italian gangster pushed up the sunglasses on his face and walked towards Chen Motong step by step amid the screams of the girls.
"Lu, Lu Mingfei?!" Chen Motong looked at the man walking towards him, the corners of his eyes twitching, not knowing what kind of expression to show, whether it was surprise, fright, or the joy of being amused by that appearance.
The college security guard picked up the gun and stood in front of the man, but he only raised his hand slightly and the bullet shot out, hitting the security guard in the head.
"I said, don't even leave!"
An evil voice came from the man's mouth. He killed the old woman who organized the students with one shot, and then looked at the frightened musician:
"Keep playing music, keep dancing!"
The symphony gradually began with vibrato, and the frightened girls, threatened by the guns, looked at the old woman lying beside them with tears in their eyes. The man walked up to Chen Motong and stretched out a hand: