LIGHTNOVELONLINE If I don't have money to go to college, I can only go to slay the dragon
Chapter 35
Chapter 35
"Ten questions?"
"Ah."
"Are you sure you answered ten questions?"
"At least that's what the rewinding Professor Manstein said."
At night, in dormitory 1, District 303, Fingal almost jumped up from the bed and hit the ceiling. He pulled his hands back and made a hip-high motion, and his mouth made the sound of Wuhu.
"Is it necessary to be so excited?" Lin Nian in the bottom bunk turned his pencil and looked up helplessly.
"Ten questions! My dear junior brother, do you know that there are only a few questions in the 3E exam? That's right! It's ten questions! You have answered all of them!" guardrail.
"It's also possible that the answer is wrong. You can't answer 100% right." Lin Nian took a sip of Coca-Cola and seemed to lack interest. A blank sheet of paper to write and draw on.
"As long as you don't pretend to know how to scribble, the accuracy rate of the answers written because of the resonance is generally above 90.00%! At least I haven't heard the resonance and then wrote the wrong answer. This is a very serious matter in itself." An untenable thing!" Fingel, who was on the upper bunk, sat cross-legged and gave Lin Nian popular science with great interest: "For example, if you resonate with Longwen'Fahuang', then you must not be able to write the answer as 'silence' , to the greatest extent, it is only possible that something went wrong when you sketched the dragon text, some of the thick and light drawings are not clear, but Norma is a super computer, he will compare your answer with the standard answer in the computer library , once the same rate exceeds 80.00%, the judgment will be correct, and the error tolerance rate is extremely high!"
"So, your win rate and fault tolerance rate is also very large this time." Lin Nian explained the reason why Fingal was so excited.
"No, Junior Brother, you have to know that we live under the same roof, and a large part of Senior Brother is still happy for you." Fingel said with a bright face.
"Turn back the crooked nose first." Lin Nian glanced at the open laptop on the night watchman forum, which was full of private messages asking him about the 3E exam. It seemed that many gambling dogs were a little anxious now.
When he was about to fork off the page, the background reminded him that he had received a new email from Norma.
"Junior brother, it should be your timetable." Fingal, who was in high spirits, opened a bottle of beer and glanced at his laptop screen for reminder.
"Is there a lot of freshman classes at Cassell College? How is it compared to high school?" Lin Nian sighed and moved the mouse to the email.
"Then you have to see which country you are comparing with. Your Chinese high school still has evening self-study, but Japanese high school dismisses at three or four o'clock in the afternoon, and college life usually gets better at the beginning. This is the norm." Geer took a sip of wine and said, "Don't worry, you are now in a preparatory class at school, Norma will not arrange too heavy classes for you, probably only dragon genealogy, language classes, and physical education classes. An introductory course for you."
"Actually, I am more confident in science than liberal arts." Lin Nian muttered and clicked on the email.
Norma's email was indeed a class schedule, and it opened with congratulations to Lin Nian for passing the 3E exam. After the results are released on the next day, Norma will enter the database and send a score sheet to his mailbox, and then some from From tomorrow onwards, he will take the class on time and on time. He will take the class with the first-year freshman. The usual grades and credits will not be recorded in the final grade point.
"Let's see what classes are available." Fingal leaned out from the upper bunk and squinted at the screen: "Old Norse, Hebrew and Runes Well, how was your high school English, junior?"
"My high school teaching conditions are quite good. The English teacher is a foreign teacher. Usually, I have no problem communicating with him normally."
"Language talent is good. It seems that your language class will not be flat in the future. This thing is quite a headache, but fortunately, most language courses are dead languages and don't pay much attention to grammar." Fingal shrugged.
"Dead language?"
"It's a language that no longer has a race as its mother tongue in the world," Fingel said. "For example, Old Turkic, you don't need to use it for daily communication or practice its spoken language, you just need to understand its language. The meaning of the written word is enough, the most difficult part of the course is to recite the word symbols that look like tadpoles or abstract paintings.”
"My memory has always been good. In addition to language classes, there are "Dragon Family Genealogy", "Survival Exercise", "Bajiquan" and "Introduction to Cold Weapons"." Lin Nian dragged the mouse to look down. : "What is the course for the survival drill? Will the school drop us into a harsh environment for personal survival?"
"Normally, the class is not so exaggerated. At most, it will teach you some survival knowledge and how to use astronomy to find your way when you are lost. But when you take the graduation exam, you will do what you say. I remember the last graduation exam. Students were caught by a Gulfstream The passenger plane was sent to the jungles of Guatemala for a month of survival, and one of the requirements in the test was to hunt a large beast independently." Fingal raised his eyebrows.
"Large beast?"
"Bears, pythons, mara crocodiles, etc. I also saw a student bring back a live jaguar. The reason for not killing it was that the student thought it was too cute and wanted to keep it but was rejected by the academy. The reason is to worry about personal safety, the personal safety of the jaguar in the academy! Our academy is considered to be a real combat school, and the exams are very hard-core, and when you graduate from the sword combat class, you must be asked to fight with real swords." Fingel explained.
"Is this Bajiquan the Bajiquan I know?" Lin Nian asked as he pulled the mouse and pointed at the screen.
"Bajiquan? I thought Norma would choose Taijiquan or Jiu-Jitsu for you. That's right, this is the ancient Chinese boxing method you know. Many of the lost and limited hand-to-hand fighting techniques in our academy are included. Now, if you are interested, you can go to the library and have a look, and maybe you will find a detailed explanation of Qigong." Fingel leaned down and looked at the computer screen with a beer can in his upper body: "Ah sure enough, dragon genealogy, I knew you couldn't get around it. This course, after all, is now considered a compulsory subject, and the teacher of the course is the coquettish guy of the principal."
"Are you sure it's a real man to call the principal a 'coquette' in private?"
"If you've seen the principal, you know that the description is correct. Besides, coquettish is not a derogatory term. Anyone who has seen the principal will feel that this is a rare old slut in the world!" Fingal persevered.
"Is it possible that the principal is as you said, I will know tomorrow." Lin Nian carefully looked at the class schedule for a while: "Tomorrow morning, I will have a class on the genealogy of the dragon family. Together with my students, the appendix also reminds me that the textbooks I need to use tomorrow morning will be packed together and placed at the door of my dormitory. It’s so sweet!”
"Norma has always been so caring, as long as you are her friend and not her enemy. The first class is the principal's class. It looks like you have to go to bed earlier today, as far as I know, no one dares to be in the principal's class. Fishing, not even Caesar Gattuso, who is in the limelight, maybe the principal will chat with you for a while and have a cup of tea after class tomorrow." Fingal shrugged: "What about the afternoon? What is there in the afternoon? Class? If there is no class in the afternoon, senior brother can take you to a party, which is one of the best ways to integrate into campus life.”
"Oh, sorry, I have another class in the afternoon. Linguistics?" Lin Nian was stunned.
"Oh?" Fingal suddenly became interested: "It seems that the old guys who arranged the courses for you have high hopes for you."
"What does this course mainly teach? One hundred ways to use superpowers?" Lin Nian asked suspiciously.
"It's not that exaggerated. Let me ask you, have you ever seen someone in school these days, playing with fire and setting themselves on fire?"
"Brother, your idioms and rhetoric should really be practiced."
"You missed the point!" Fingal waved his hand: "The point is that no one in the academy can release the spirit of words at will!"
"rule?"
"The rules can be broken, but the old guy's 'rules' can't be. As far as I know, since the establishment of the school, no one has been able to break through the 'rules' and force the release of words!" Fingal took a sip of beer and leaned against the wall. On: "I know you have a lot of questions, brother, but these things can't be explained in a few words. If you want to know more about the course of language and spirituality, it is the best way. But the premier 'A'."
"Brother, what is your spirit of words?"
"How can I just say what I'm a rubbish idiot and what I'm talking about doesn't matter at the bottom of the box? Anyway, I can't be so arrogant as to bring my class back to the 'A' class." Fingal snorted. After two sloppy eyes, he changed the subject: "Junior brother, what is your spirit of speech? Didn't you have the urge to sing something during the 3E exam today?"
"What?" Lin Nian thought for a moment that the 'music slaying the dragon' that he had conceived when he was driving a train during the exam came into reality.
"Spirit of words is the ability to use Longwen to communicate the rules to cause abnormal phenomena. If humans want to use the Spirit of Words, of course they have to sing Longwen. Most of the tones of Longwen are a bit cadenced, so when you read the Spirit of Words carefully, it feels like you are in an opera house. Listen to the singer soaring high notes." Fingal explained: "Did you not want to improvise a song during the exam?"
"No, I was full of Bach at that time." Lin Nian shook his head.
"Junior brother, you haven't awakened the spirit of words?" Fingal's expression was a little strange.
"Is that weird?"
Fingal nodded: "It's quite strange, after all, a mixed race should have his own word spirit, even if it is not destructive and obviously interferes with reality, something like Toyama Masashi's 'hypnosis' can be considered a word spirit! Your bloodline is expected to be upgraded to 'S', how could there be no spirit of words."
"But I really didn't." Lin Nian stopped the movement of his hands on the white paper and racked his brains to recall the scene during the exam. He really didn't feel that he had the urge to sing something loud at that time.
"It's alright, it may be that the impact of spiritual vision is not enough, or it may be that your bloodline awakening is a little slow now. Maybe in a few days you are eating hot pot and singing songs, and you will sing a song on the road. There are other students or professors around, they won't treat you as a neurotic, but they will be happy for you and even applaud for you. Well, the premise is that no one records it and sends it to the forum." Fingal relieved: "Speaking of which, junior brother What did you see when you had your vision?"
"Something...something not."
"If it's a bad experience, just forget it. Spirit vision is as vague as a dream. It comes and goes quickly. Maybe you forget it when you eat pork knuckles in the morning exam and afternoon." Fen Gal said.
"But Senior Brother, as I said, I have always had a good memory." Lin Nian put down his pencil and said softly.
Fingel came out of the upper bunk and saw the white paper on the table in front of the notebook. He was stunned when he saw the content on the paper.
On the white paper in front of Lin Nian was a pitch-black prison. The curves of the snowy hills outside the window were looming. A girl was kneeling in the cage. The girl's profile was drawn with soft and clear pencil lines.
(End of this chapter)
"Ten questions?"
"Ah."
"Are you sure you answered ten questions?"
"At least that's what the rewinding Professor Manstein said."
At night, in dormitory 1, District 303, Fingal almost jumped up from the bed and hit the ceiling. He pulled his hands back and made a hip-high motion, and his mouth made the sound of Wuhu.
"Is it necessary to be so excited?" Lin Nian in the bottom bunk turned his pencil and looked up helplessly.
"Ten questions! My dear junior brother, do you know that there are only a few questions in the 3E exam? That's right! It's ten questions! You have answered all of them!" guardrail.
"It's also possible that the answer is wrong. You can't answer 100% right." Lin Nian took a sip of Coca-Cola and seemed to lack interest. A blank sheet of paper to write and draw on.
"As long as you don't pretend to know how to scribble, the accuracy rate of the answers written because of the resonance is generally above 90.00%! At least I haven't heard the resonance and then wrote the wrong answer. This is a very serious matter in itself." An untenable thing!" Fingel, who was on the upper bunk, sat cross-legged and gave Lin Nian popular science with great interest: "For example, if you resonate with Longwen'Fahuang', then you must not be able to write the answer as 'silence' , to the greatest extent, it is only possible that something went wrong when you sketched the dragon text, some of the thick and light drawings are not clear, but Norma is a super computer, he will compare your answer with the standard answer in the computer library , once the same rate exceeds 80.00%, the judgment will be correct, and the error tolerance rate is extremely high!"
"So, your win rate and fault tolerance rate is also very large this time." Lin Nian explained the reason why Fingal was so excited.
"No, Junior Brother, you have to know that we live under the same roof, and a large part of Senior Brother is still happy for you." Fingel said with a bright face.
"Turn back the crooked nose first." Lin Nian glanced at the open laptop on the night watchman forum, which was full of private messages asking him about the 3E exam. It seemed that many gambling dogs were a little anxious now.
When he was about to fork off the page, the background reminded him that he had received a new email from Norma.
"Junior brother, it should be your timetable." Fingal, who was in high spirits, opened a bottle of beer and glanced at his laptop screen for reminder.
"Is there a lot of freshman classes at Cassell College? How is it compared to high school?" Lin Nian sighed and moved the mouse to the email.
"Then you have to see which country you are comparing with. Your Chinese high school still has evening self-study, but Japanese high school dismisses at three or four o'clock in the afternoon, and college life usually gets better at the beginning. This is the norm." Geer took a sip of wine and said, "Don't worry, you are now in a preparatory class at school, Norma will not arrange too heavy classes for you, probably only dragon genealogy, language classes, and physical education classes. An introductory course for you."
"Actually, I am more confident in science than liberal arts." Lin Nian muttered and clicked on the email.
Norma's email was indeed a class schedule, and it opened with congratulations to Lin Nian for passing the 3E exam. After the results are released on the next day, Norma will enter the database and send a score sheet to his mailbox, and then some from From tomorrow onwards, he will take the class on time and on time. He will take the class with the first-year freshman. The usual grades and credits will not be recorded in the final grade point.
"Let's see what classes are available." Fingal leaned out from the upper bunk and squinted at the screen: "Old Norse, Hebrew and Runes Well, how was your high school English, junior?"
"My high school teaching conditions are quite good. The English teacher is a foreign teacher. Usually, I have no problem communicating with him normally."
"Language talent is good. It seems that your language class will not be flat in the future. This thing is quite a headache, but fortunately, most language courses are dead languages and don't pay much attention to grammar." Fingal shrugged.
"Dead language?"
"It's a language that no longer has a race as its mother tongue in the world," Fingel said. "For example, Old Turkic, you don't need to use it for daily communication or practice its spoken language, you just need to understand its language. The meaning of the written word is enough, the most difficult part of the course is to recite the word symbols that look like tadpoles or abstract paintings.”
"My memory has always been good. In addition to language classes, there are "Dragon Family Genealogy", "Survival Exercise", "Bajiquan" and "Introduction to Cold Weapons"." Lin Nian dragged the mouse to look down. : "What is the course for the survival drill? Will the school drop us into a harsh environment for personal survival?"
"Normally, the class is not so exaggerated. At most, it will teach you some survival knowledge and how to use astronomy to find your way when you are lost. But when you take the graduation exam, you will do what you say. I remember the last graduation exam. Students were caught by a Gulfstream The passenger plane was sent to the jungles of Guatemala for a month of survival, and one of the requirements in the test was to hunt a large beast independently." Fingal raised his eyebrows.
"Large beast?"
"Bears, pythons, mara crocodiles, etc. I also saw a student bring back a live jaguar. The reason for not killing it was that the student thought it was too cute and wanted to keep it but was rejected by the academy. The reason is to worry about personal safety, the personal safety of the jaguar in the academy! Our academy is considered to be a real combat school, and the exams are very hard-core, and when you graduate from the sword combat class, you must be asked to fight with real swords." Fingel explained.
"Is this Bajiquan the Bajiquan I know?" Lin Nian asked as he pulled the mouse and pointed at the screen.
"Bajiquan? I thought Norma would choose Taijiquan or Jiu-Jitsu for you. That's right, this is the ancient Chinese boxing method you know. Many of the lost and limited hand-to-hand fighting techniques in our academy are included. Now, if you are interested, you can go to the library and have a look, and maybe you will find a detailed explanation of Qigong." Fingel leaned down and looked at the computer screen with a beer can in his upper body: "Ah sure enough, dragon genealogy, I knew you couldn't get around it. This course, after all, is now considered a compulsory subject, and the teacher of the course is the coquettish guy of the principal."
"Are you sure it's a real man to call the principal a 'coquette' in private?"
"If you've seen the principal, you know that the description is correct. Besides, coquettish is not a derogatory term. Anyone who has seen the principal will feel that this is a rare old slut in the world!" Fingal persevered.
"Is it possible that the principal is as you said, I will know tomorrow." Lin Nian carefully looked at the class schedule for a while: "Tomorrow morning, I will have a class on the genealogy of the dragon family. Together with my students, the appendix also reminds me that the textbooks I need to use tomorrow morning will be packed together and placed at the door of my dormitory. It’s so sweet!”
"Norma has always been so caring, as long as you are her friend and not her enemy. The first class is the principal's class. It looks like you have to go to bed earlier today, as far as I know, no one dares to be in the principal's class. Fishing, not even Caesar Gattuso, who is in the limelight, maybe the principal will chat with you for a while and have a cup of tea after class tomorrow." Fingal shrugged: "What about the afternoon? What is there in the afternoon? Class? If there is no class in the afternoon, senior brother can take you to a party, which is one of the best ways to integrate into campus life.”
"Oh, sorry, I have another class in the afternoon. Linguistics?" Lin Nian was stunned.
"Oh?" Fingal suddenly became interested: "It seems that the old guys who arranged the courses for you have high hopes for you."
"What does this course mainly teach? One hundred ways to use superpowers?" Lin Nian asked suspiciously.
"It's not that exaggerated. Let me ask you, have you ever seen someone in school these days, playing with fire and setting themselves on fire?"
"Brother, your idioms and rhetoric should really be practiced."
"You missed the point!" Fingal waved his hand: "The point is that no one in the academy can release the spirit of words at will!"
"rule?"
"The rules can be broken, but the old guy's 'rules' can't be. As far as I know, since the establishment of the school, no one has been able to break through the 'rules' and force the release of words!" Fingal took a sip of beer and leaned against the wall. On: "I know you have a lot of questions, brother, but these things can't be explained in a few words. If you want to know more about the course of language and spirituality, it is the best way. But the premier 'A'."
"Brother, what is your spirit of words?"
"How can I just say what I'm a rubbish idiot and what I'm talking about doesn't matter at the bottom of the box? Anyway, I can't be so arrogant as to bring my class back to the 'A' class." Fingal snorted. After two sloppy eyes, he changed the subject: "Junior brother, what is your spirit of speech? Didn't you have the urge to sing something during the 3E exam today?"
"What?" Lin Nian thought for a moment that the 'music slaying the dragon' that he had conceived when he was driving a train during the exam came into reality.
"Spirit of words is the ability to use Longwen to communicate the rules to cause abnormal phenomena. If humans want to use the Spirit of Words, of course they have to sing Longwen. Most of the tones of Longwen are a bit cadenced, so when you read the Spirit of Words carefully, it feels like you are in an opera house. Listen to the singer soaring high notes." Fingal explained: "Did you not want to improvise a song during the exam?"
"No, I was full of Bach at that time." Lin Nian shook his head.
"Junior brother, you haven't awakened the spirit of words?" Fingal's expression was a little strange.
"Is that weird?"
Fingal nodded: "It's quite strange, after all, a mixed race should have his own word spirit, even if it is not destructive and obviously interferes with reality, something like Toyama Masashi's 'hypnosis' can be considered a word spirit! Your bloodline is expected to be upgraded to 'S', how could there be no spirit of words."
"But I really didn't." Lin Nian stopped the movement of his hands on the white paper and racked his brains to recall the scene during the exam. He really didn't feel that he had the urge to sing something loud at that time.
"It's alright, it may be that the impact of spiritual vision is not enough, or it may be that your bloodline awakening is a little slow now. Maybe in a few days you are eating hot pot and singing songs, and you will sing a song on the road. There are other students or professors around, they won't treat you as a neurotic, but they will be happy for you and even applaud for you. Well, the premise is that no one records it and sends it to the forum." Fingal relieved: "Speaking of which, junior brother What did you see when you had your vision?"
"Something...something not."
"If it's a bad experience, just forget it. Spirit vision is as vague as a dream. It comes and goes quickly. Maybe you forget it when you eat pork knuckles in the morning exam and afternoon." Fen Gal said.
"But Senior Brother, as I said, I have always had a good memory." Lin Nian put down his pencil and said softly.
Fingel came out of the upper bunk and saw the white paper on the table in front of the notebook. He was stunned when he saw the content on the paper.
On the white paper in front of Lin Nian was a pitch-black prison. The curves of the snowy hills outside the window were looming. A girl was kneeling in the cage. The girl's profile was drawn with soft and clear pencil lines.
(End of this chapter)
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