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

Chapter 64

"Did you see him?"

"Who?"

"The one in the corner, the skinny one who doesn't speak."

"Oh, you said him."

In the cafeteria, Khorkina turned to look at the thin boy standing in the corner: "Ekaterina, why did you pay attention to him? Did you fall in love with him?"

"Don't talk nonsense, what's the matter." Ekaterina, who was sitting beside Khorkina, hurriedly scooped up a spoon of potato soup and stuffed it into Khorkina's mouth.

"Well, it's so hot." Khorkina hurriedly supported the table with both hands and stepped back half a meter with a chair, raised her head, opened her mouth, and kept fanning her hands. The children at the adjacent table couldn't help laughing when they saw it.

"Ah, sorry. It wasn't hot."

"Fortunately. Don't do this next time! You are so strange, why do you suddenly care about that little monster today?" Khorkina sat back and took a sip of cold water and glanced at her friend complaining.

"Just suddenly a little curious, he seems to have never had classes or activities with us, isn't he one of us?" Ekaterina couldn't see the thin boy's face in the corner, and the shadow fell on his His face was covered with a layer of gray darker than the sky outside the iron window.

"Don't worry about him, he's not the same as us." Khorkina lowered her voice: "Stay away from him, this is what a friend of mine warned me, nothing good will happen when you get close to him, maybe It will also attract the dissatisfaction of the doctor."

"Is that friend you're talking about yourself?" Yekaterina turned her head and stared at Khorkina's pretty face: "I've always heard you say that you have a friend, a friend Barbara Barbara, but who I've never seen that friend of yours."

"He only comes out at night." Khorkina was stunned for a moment.

"'He'? Oh~ I see." Ekaterina smiled maliciously.

Khorkina had a meal, and suddenly picked up a spoon and scooped a spoonful of potato soup into the other's mouth, which made the girl scream, attracting the attention of many other children in the cafeteria again.

In the corner of the cafeteria, the thin boy also glanced at the two young and beautiful girls, but he turned his attention away in an instant. Vitality and beauty did not seem to attract him. He looked aimlessly in the cafeteria, as if he was Looking for something more important.

At this moment, a doll-like girl with pale blond hair silently walked to the thin boy's side. She stood still and scrutinized the thin boy, as if observing the strange little animals that should not appear in this cold and permafrost.

The boy raised his head subconsciously and found that the girl in front of him was about the same height as him, holding a puppet in his arms and looking at him quietly.

After noticing that the boy looked over, the girl whispered, "Yelena asked me to help her tell you that you don't have to go to her today, she is locked up."

The boy stared blankly at the girl holding the puppet in front of him. After a while, he nodded lightly and murmured, "Thank you."

The girl holding the puppet stood there and watched the boy run to the door of the cafeteria in despair, slammed the door behind her, buried her head and ran into the depths of the corridor, as if she had lost something important and was desperate to find it. Feel at ease when you come back.

"Zero is right." The girl hugged the puppet tightly and whispered, "What a weirdo"

*
Between the roars, the CC1000 express rushed out of the red pine forest, and the unobstructed warm winter sun reflected dazzling spots on the dark body. The express carrying the freshmen of Kassel College was driving at a speed of 300 kilometers per hour. To far away bustling Chicago.

The sunlight outside the train window shone on Lin Nian's eyelids. The red and black colors stimulated his eyeballs to wake him up from his sleep. He subconsciously raised his hand to block the light, and his eyes were slightly squinted.

"Are you awake? I wanted to ask you if you wanted a blindfold before, but I didn't bother you when you saw that you were asleep." Caesar, who was sitting across from him, put down the thick-skinned book in his hand and looked at Lin Nian.

"I had a dream." Lin Nian closed his eyes forcefully and rubbed his swollen eyeballs. He squinted slightly to adjust to the light in the carriage, and then glanced around. He found that he was still sitting on the CC1000 train. Freshmen in trench coats and combat uniforms are sitting in their seats and enthusiastically discussing the dangers and emergencies that may be encountered in this mission.

"Are you interested in talking about it?" Caesar raised his eyebrows and seemed to be very interested in Lin Nian's dream.

"I don't know about Italian folklore and dream interpretation." Lin Nian pinched the bridge of his nose to wake up a little.

"Interpretation of dreams?" Caesar was very interested when he heard the new words.

"Every country in the world should have related theories now, right?" Lin Nian took a sip of mineral water: "Scientists all believe that dreams represent the wishes of the conscious, express the emotions of the subconscious, and are thoughts that are not noticed in daily life. Implicit expressions of fragments, dissecting dreams can help dreamers understand themselves better."

"What dreams did you have, nightmares or sweet dreams?"

"I can't talk about it at all. I don't think Duke Zhou can explain for me what it means to dream that the potato soup is hot." Lin Nian took a breath after drinking the water and finally calmed down.

"This probably means that you want to eat potato soup for lunch today. I know there is a good molecular cuisine restaurant in Chicago. They can break up other ingredients and make it into potatoes, and use potatoes to make you a potato soup, eat it. It's very fresh, do you want to try it after completing the task?" Caesar smiled and reopened the book in his hand, it seemed that this guy was so confident that he had already thought about the pastime after the task was completed before he even started the task.

"Molecular cuisine? It looks expensive."

"My treat."

"You can't treat you even if you have money. This kind of behavior is called 'big dog slaughtering' in our country. It's a relatively rude move. Since we are friends, we should respect each other." Lin Nian rubbed the corner of his eyes and looked at him. The cover of the book in Caesar's hand opened the topic: "What are you looking at?"

"Ten-day talk." Caesar glanced at the back of the book. It was normal that Lin Nian didn't know the original Italian text. There were language classes at Kassel College, but he missed the Italian enlightenment in the first half of the semester.

"Italian classics, I've heard them, but I haven't read them. I heard that it looks like reading "Story Club"."

"Story meeting?"

"The reading materials in my hometown are two yuan and fifty cents a book. There are all kinds of long and short stories in it, and some jokes and comic strips are mixed in between." Lin Nian explained.

"The Ten Days Talk" is no different from the "Story Meeting" you mentioned." Caesar shrugged: "If you are willing to treat the illustrations drawn by later people as comic strips."

"There is still a difference. At least the scale of "Story Meeting" in China is not as big as that of "Ten Days Talk". The authors who submitted the manuscripts are very restrained.

"The story I'm reading is that a young monk in the monastery couldn't help breaking the precepts and brought the woman back to the monastery. The process was discovered by the little monk and used it as a threat to everyone's peace of mind. The ending of the story is that the little monk and the abbot will bring the woman back to the monastery from time to time to mess around."

"Brother Caesar, I didn't say it, your Chinese idioms are really used in climaxes"

"Am I using the wrong word?"

"Forget what I said, what religion do your Italian monasteries believe in? Wouldn't the author of a story like this be put on a cross and burned to death?"

"The idea advocated by the novel is to oppose asceticism and promote human freedom. Guys who oppose asceticism in Italy usually get along very well." Caesar smiled.

"Human nature is free, can letting go of one's own desires count as freedom of human nature?" Lin Nian asked: "The little monk and the dean in the story have done wrong things, so they're complicit?"

"But they didn't force the woman to have sex with them." Caesar held a different view.

"I don't know much about religion, I just instinctively think they did something wrong." Lin Nian didn't want to dig deeper on this issue, after all, he hadn't read the original text.

"It's like you are from the Religious Penalty Center. Knowing this and arresting the two of them, how are you going to be sentenced?" Caesar closed the book and asked an interesting question.

"I don't know, burn them all?" Lin Nian said.

"What if the little monk and the woman were in love with each other."

"But they shouldn't do that kind of thing in the church." Lin Nian said, "I'll probably still burn them to death."

"It seems that you have taken the role of the law enforcement officer of the correctional center very well." Caesar nodded and looked at the city that could be seen in the distance outside the window: "If this mission can be so simple, we will find the prisoner and give him to him. Convict and burn him."

"I heard that the prisoner is a serial killer." Lin Nian said.

"How did you know?" Caesar turned back.

"I heard, just heard." Lin Nian waved his hand.

"That's better, like that madman gets what he deserves." Caesar said lightly.

"If you caught him, would you kill him?" Lin Nian asked rhetorically.

"I probably will." Caesar nodded without any hesitation in his eyes: "Isn't it what we should do to protect the weak and punish the murderers?"

"It seems that your consciousness is higher than mine." Lin Nian said.

"You mean you won't start?"

"No, I don't know." Lin Nian also turned his head to look out the window to avoid the other party's gaze: "This kind of thing. You will know what to do when you encounter it."

The CC100 Express roared away into the bustling steel jungle of Chicago.

(End of this chapter)