If I don't have money to go to college, I can only go to slay the dragon

Chapter 52

When Lin Nian ran to the class location, the classroom was already full of people. After seeing Lin Nian come in, everyone was not too surprised. After all, after a few days of class, they were all familiar faces, and Lin Nian also recognized a few people. The name of a student, but the only one who has the best relationship and can talk on a daily basis is Cesar Gattuso.

The classroom of the Cold Weapons course is a gymnasium that is wide enough to accommodate a hundred people. The wooden floor is so polished that people have to take off their shoes before stepping on it. The light from the hanging lamp in the corner of the ceiling is gentle and indifferent. There was a dazzling white light, and there was a calligraphy and painting hanging on the wall in front of it, with the word 'Dao' in cursive script. Lin Nian was quite familiar with this environment. The environment of this classroom was no different from the Kendo Hall in the Children's Palace.

When Caesar saw Lin Nian walking in, he nodded slightly, and Lin Nian nodded his head to say hello. He walked over to him and said, "Morning, why are you here so early today? You usually come here on the spot. ."

"Because there is bad news." Caesar scrutinized the empty gym with his hands in his arms. The wall not far away was replaced by a huge mirror reflecting everyone's every move.

"Bad news? What bad news, do you want to take an exam?" Lin Nian bent over to straighten his socks and jumped twice to try to catch the ground.

"No, it's just other things. If I remember correctly, this is your first cold weapon class, right?" Caesar asked Lin Nian, who was half a head shorter than him.

"Yeah, why, is the class difficult?" Lin Nian stopped to warm up.

"It's not too difficult. Basically, the instructor demonstrates how to use some cold weapons in actual combat moves. After gradually splitting the movements, let the students practice by themselves in pairs. Finally, each student goes to the instructor to play the actual combat and then the get out of class is dismissed. ."

"What did you teach last class?" Lin Nian asked curiously.

"Short-dagger fighting technique, the control of pace, rhythm and distance, and finally demonstrated how to grab a knife with bare hands or something." Caesar raised his head and gestured to a wooden shelf in the corner not far away, with a lot of rubber on it. weapons, from daggers to short knives, bamboo swords to nunchakus.

"Is it practical?" Lin Nian asked curiously.

"Mixed races are born with better motor nerves and reflexes than ordinary people. Haven't you seen girls in the gym who are better than jumping dunks and bullfighting caps?" Caesar said: "If for ordinary people, if you encounter an enemy with a knife, you should hurry up. Running or finding weapons is good, but hybrids can use their physical advantages and technical training to achieve extraordinary results."

"Then what was the bad news you said earlier?" Lin Nian glanced around, but it was almost time for class but no teachers came in.

"This bad news is not for everyone, but only for me and you." Caesar folded his arms and flexed his muscles: "The usual teachers are the group of retired SEALs from the school work department, but I heard today that they brought a temporary instructor to teach us."

"Temporary teacher?" Lin Nian can't think of anyone who is more familiar with cold weapons than the group of janitorial men who were SEALs. Those strong men can be directly qualified for T- in the Terminator. 800 shots were taken.

"This is related to our course in this class. In the last class, we learned short dagger combat, and the next class was club, and this class we learned kendo."

"Kendo?" Lin Nian was startled for a moment: "What do you mean?"

"The bad news is that the temporary teacher they are looking for is the head of the Kendo Department of the Student Union. Guess who?"

Lin Nian didn't guess, because there was no need to guess at all, and he finally knew why Caesar said it was bad news.

At this time, the door of the gym was opened again. Caesar and Lin Nian were the first to look at it, but they were both stunned, because the person who walked in was not the Japanese with a high ponytail they imagined. Man, the person who stepped on the wooden floor was an old gentleman, with gray hair and eyes like a lion hiding in his eyes, and his suit was stretched out by his muscles, which was completely unlike the figure that an old man of this age could have.

"Principal?" Most of the people in the classroom cried out in surprise.

Hilbert Jean Angers walked into the crowd with a smile and raised his wrist cuffs all the way to the front: "It looks like you don't welcome me very much?"

Everyone shook their heads neatly like a rattle, and some of the female students even covered their mouths to prevent themselves from screaming. Angers had such a high reputation in this academy, and was admired and respected like a star.

"Brother Caesar, it looks like your information is wrong." Lin Nian bumped Caesar with his elbow.

"One of my news can't go wrong." Caesar motioned to Lin Nian to look at the entrance of the gymnasium, where a boy quietly walked in and was adjusting his socks. That person was the banquet of the Amber Hall. Isshin Miyamoto, the head of the Kendo Department that Shi Linnian had met.

"I heard that today's class is kendo, so I temporarily changed the schedule to teach freshmen." Angers glanced at all the students in school uniforms: "The purpose of running a school at Kassel Academy is to be the best. With regard to the strength of teachers and teaching conditions, there is probably no one in the academy who is more qualified to teach kendo than me."

"The principal knows kendo?" Lin Nian was a little surprised.

"More than that, look at his wrist." Caesar whispered.

Lin Nian cast his eyes to the front of the crowd and was stunned. On the wrist where Angers rolled up his cuffs, what he saw was not a famous watch or a gold bracelet, but colorful tattoos. There was no doubt that it was a large-scale tattoo extension. out part.

"Damn it, the principal has been involved in the underworld?" Lin Nian also lowered his voice.

"Authentic Japanese gangsters. When I first came to school, I checked the resume of the principal Angers because I was interested. The principal is more than 130 years old. When the US army landed in Japan, the warship the principal was sitting on was the first to set foot on Japanese territory. The principal was strong there. Kendo friend Dansheng Iwafusai, the two have studied Miyamoto Musashi's "Nitten First Class" swordsmanship, and established a Japanese branch by the way. nickname."

"'Shifans'? You're right? The principal is still a juggernaut?" Lin Nian couldn't help but feel chills on his cheeks.

"It's 'juban fight'. At that time, there was no such thing as kendo textual research in Japan. The graduation test was one-to-one or one-to-one. At that time, the sword masters in the Japanese kendo field were at most 'one-to-five' or 'one-to-seven' ’, but the principal hit ten times without injury.” Caesar glanced through the crowd and landed on Angers: “This year the principal is over 130 years old, and it was probably decades ago when he won the title of Sword Master. There has always been a saying in kendo that the older you get, the more demonic you are, how many times can you say the current headmaster can fight?"

"Although there is an age requirement for the kendo grading test, the principal has reached this level. 'How many times' has nothing to do with age?" Lin Nian imagined that he was standing alone in the center of the empty gym, surrounded by ten people holding true The enemy of knives, he may be able to hold three or four knives at the moment when the offensive is launched, but the next moment he has to be chopped into meat sauce by six or seven other knives.

"The fact that ordinary people can't do it doesn't mean that the mixed race can't do it, let alone Hilbert Jean Angers, who is known as the natural dragon slayer. The principal is very strong, especially strong, so no matter the freshman or the second in the academy The junior year, and the commissioner of the executive department were very impressed with him, and the only thing the principal could think of was the word "invincible"." Caesar whispered.

"Hey, he looks so arrogant."

"Brilliant?"

"Chinese slang, it means great."

"The principal is really cool." Caesar nodded in agreement.

"That's the big one." Lin Nian also nodded, and suddenly he reacted: "Wait, Caesar, did you just say that there is a part of the cold weapon class that you need to practice with the teacher?"

"Yes, that's right."

Lin Nian glanced sideways at Caesar, and found that the other party was also looking at him. The emotions in the eyes of the two were surprisingly consistent, and they couldn't help but feel eager to try!

A once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, Angers, who is known as the strongest hybrid, is in front of him. In this class, we have to find a chance to beat up the old swordsman, the principal!
(End of this chapter)