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

Chapter 92 Technology

"If I really want to go to Japan, will I be in a hurry? I just got back from Chicago today."

"No hurry." Angers smiled and shook his head: "You can go anytime. Freshmen are on vacation these few days. This is a fixed vacation after the war practice class. It is used to heal the psychological trauma left by the mission. Teacher Masashi Toyama It will be very busy over there these days, if you are free, you can chat and relax."

"I don't want to chat with someone who is hypnotized by Yan Ling." Lin Nian felt uncomfortable when he thought of the videos of people who were hypnotized and asked three questions on the night watchman forum.

"Then read more books. I heard that you have finished reading the textbook. How about you, are you interested in reading some other interesting things?" Angers said.

"I don't dare to look through the confidential files in the library. Those things are too destructive." Lin Nian recalled the files in the forbidden library that he secretly borrowed from Lin Xian, and smiled wryly.

"No, it's something else that's more interesting." Angers smiled: "Since you're going to Japan, just look at those helpful materials that will help you travel."

"Something like [-] everyday Japanese words?"

"That kind of stuff is in Google, and the stuff I recommend to you can only be found in a specific archive." Angers took out a brass key and put it on the table: "Go to the Lions Club tomorrow. Bar."

"Hmm." Lin Nian took the key with a strange expression.

"I won't force you to join the club." Ang Ge smiled bitterly: "But you know that other students can't touch the threshold if they want to join the club."

"The reason I don't want to join the club is just a little worried that Lionheart will have some strange rules like the student union," Lin Nian explained.

"Strange rules?"

"For example, the boys who join the student union need to go to the back mountain for a naked run at twelve o'clock in the morning, and there will be members of the student union taking pictures with their mobile phones along the way."

"Oh!"

Angers froze for a while before expressing his amazement. "Young people are really open now. I remember that the entrance test of a fraternity-like organization in Cambridge was nothing more than a topless recitation of the school motto in winter. It turned out that you refused to join the Student Union and the Lionheart Club for this reason!"

"Yes." Lin Nian admitted awkwardly.

"The Lionheart Club has no similar rules. We are a very strict old-school fraternity organization. Anyone who is photographed running naked in the back mountain will be immediately expelled from the club."

Angers suddenly seemed to remember something, and after a rare moment of hesitation, he said: "Actually, the only thing that makes people criticize, I remember that the main male members of this Lions Club seem to be the core members of the bodybuilding team. , for every bodybuilding competition with the University of Chicago."

"This is already very scary, isn't it? Why is the Lionheart Club related to the bodybuilding competition?" Lin Nian looked shocked, feeling that the impression of the chilling and stern ancient society had been overturned. Become a bodybuilder with reflective powder.

"The current president of the Lionheart Club is Leon Ivanovich Ivanov, a Russian who was a full-time college bodybuilding champion before entering Kassel Academy." Angers explained: "So."

"Okay, Principal, needless to say." Lin Nian supported his forehead.

"I asked you to go to the Lionheart Club's archives to read the information, and I didn't force you to join the Lionheart Club." Angers was also embarrassed. It is unavoidable to interfere in any internal affairs of the meeting, and it is unavoidable to have a generation of officials.

"Is there anything that can only be read in the Lionheart archives?" Lin Nian put away the brass key.

"Some very interesting things, I can't say clearly, if you are, you are indeed qualified to read them." Angers said: "I heard that the Japanese branch is very chaotic recently, and you will need those things in the archives. "

"It feels a bit mysterious, but I will go." Lin Nian nodded.

"This afternoon tea was very enjoyable, and the chat time with outstanding students always passed quickly." Angers exhaled and said the farewell words to see off the guests: "I think you should be the first time after you go back. Report to your sister about the trip to Japan."

"Tell her another day, it's not too important, it's just an exchange of studies." Lin Nian stood up from the table: "She will probably envy me for being able to travel at public expense."

"By the way, Cesar Gattuso will take over as the president of the student union in a few days." The principal sitting in the chair looked at Lin Nian who got up and said.

"Then I have to congratulate him in advance." Lin Nian said after a pause.

"The current Lionheart Club president is about to graduate soon, and the Lionheart Club position will be vacant." Angers said: "You can really try."

"Let's talk about it." Lin Nian scratched his head: "I'm afraid that after I really take office, the core members of the Lionheart Club will all be from the e-sports department. By the way, does the University of Chicago have CS competitions?"

Seeing that Lin Nian did not have any intentions in this regard, the principal stopped persuading him. He took a sip of tea and watched him walk down the spiral staircase in silence. The footsteps were calm and slow, and then suddenly became hurried.

Lin Nian ran upstairs again, smiled apologetically at Angers, and took away the two pork knuckles with sauce on the table.

*
After Lin Nian left, the rain stopped, and the setting sun in the evening pushed aside the clouds and mist, and sprinkled onto the courtyard of the principal's office. The face of Anger, who was holding a teacup under the skylight, was clearly divided into light and dark, and a new cup of good tea was brewed on the table. In the bone china cup, the guests he greeted were also walking up the stairs.

"Is it really okay to reveal that 'technology' to him so early? He is the treasure in the eyes of the school board." A lazy voice came from down the stairs, before anyone heard it, Angers The waiting guest was an old guy no younger than him, and his voice was full of nonchalance, and words such as serious and responsible were completely irrelevant.

"People like him will come into contact with this kind of 'technology' sooner or later, instead of letting him go astray on the road of groping, it is better for me to personally guide him on the path that his predecessors paid blood and life for. The road." Angers said lightly.

The one who went up to the top floor was an old man dressed as an old cowboy. He walked to the table with a bottle of whisky and fell down, looking like he didn't have a formal appearance. In comparison, Angers, who was full of scholarly suits and leather shoes across the table, was nothing short of two. To the extreme, it is hard to imagine such two people sitting and chatting together.

"Angers, he is undoubtedly an 'S' class, although I don't know where you got such a little monster, but you have to know that things like 'S' class are often only a line away from dragons, and they are in control. Wouldn't he really get lost in the pursuit of power with that 'technical'?" The old cowboy dipped his finger in the tea and licked it. Sure enough, knowing that he was coming, Angers did not prepare any good tea, he He simply picked up the teacup and drank the tea in it, and poured it back into the spicy whisky.

"He doesn't seem like the kind of kid who desires power and power," Angers said. "I have made it clear and implied several times that he can become the leader of the largest student association in this college, almost placing 'authority' on top of it. In front of him, he never wanted to touch it, which means that he really has no desire for power."

"He probably didn't understand what a Lionheart would mean."

"He understands, it's just that he doesn't care, he has other things that he cares more about," Angers said.

"Because you don't care about power, you have to push power to him. Is that why you let him go to the Lionheart archives? You have everything ready." The old cowboy sighed: " But it's quite confusing."

"He is still too young and too immature. He can climb to the fourth rank in the first awakening, which is great, but he needs to be better. I don't want him to be satisfied with the status quo, so he has to find some motivation to push him forward. Okay, Japan is a good place, there will be enough pressure on him," Angers said.

"Forcibly drag a quiet child to the battlefield and force him to grow into a hero, Angers, are you playing some weird game of cultivation?" Ordinary ordinary child turned into a 'weapon'?"

"Isn't this what we have been doing?" Angers asked flatly: "Isn't this the original intention of Cassell College?"

"But I still want to ask, why does it have to be Japan?" The old cowboy scratched his eyebrows: "The Japanese branch has heard that it has been very chaotic in recent years, and you know the behavior of those guys over there, we will send over there. The commissioner has never been given a good face, you are not afraid of what happened to his 16-year-old child in the past?"

"The 16-year-old you mentioned just exploded the head of a dangerous half-breed, and the other was a beautiful girl of his age," Angers reminded.

"Yes, yes, cold-blooded, efficient, strong-handed, and has the style of your youth, but this is not the reason for him to go to this muddy water, you can also guarantee that your students from decades ago will still be sold to Do you have any face? Now that dog or something should become an antique, right? It would be irresponsible to let a 16-year-old go to that kind of place even to learn to control the spirit of words."

"On the contrary, 16 is a good age." Ang Ge smiled: "Of course I know the situation in the Japanese branch. In the past, rational adults would wake up, bend over, and speak loudly in the face of rules and reprimands. A repetition of 'sorry, I was wrong', but if it's a 16-year-old immature kid facing all this. Guess what happens."

"A kid who can kill the 'A+' dangerous mixed race independently." The old cowboy flattened his mouth: "Wow, can I have a live broadcast? I've been watching the guys from the Japanese branch for a long time."

"If you want to see with your own eyes, I can arrange for you to go too." Angers said lightly: "The European secret party has begun to be very dissatisfied with the Japanese branch's expanding autonomy. In recent years, the Japanese side has There is less and less news about dragons, and the secret party suspects that it is not that there are fewer dragon events, but that they are starting to keep secret, which is not a good sign, so they mean that at the right time we need' Knock on the guys over there in the Japanese branch."

"Then will you reimburse all my bills?" The old cowboy winked, "I don't care if the school board sees what's on my purchase list."

Anger was stunned for a moment, then shook his head helplessly, he was a bad friend who could always forget about the topic, but he never missed any of the rotten stalks in his words: "Drink your wine, hurry up, hurry up just now. Haven't heard enough downstairs?"

"Why, do you really feel bad when it's raining?" The old cowboy looked up at the soaked skylight thoughtfully.

"This kind of weather always reminds me of the past." Angers said: "I don't want to have the same thing happen again, even if it happens to anyone."

"Then a toast." The old cowboy also filled Angers' bone china cup with whiskey.

"To what?" Angers toasted.

"Respect the dead souls of the past, those who died in the rain, whatever. You are more suitable than me for this kind of silly idiom." The old cowboy shrugged.

"It's better to respect the people who are now," said Angers, "and those who are about to die."

The two clink glasses, and the rain in the quiet principal's office is somber.

(End of this chapter)