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

Chapter 93
“Welcome Home!”

When Lin Nian stepped into the dormitory, the streamers and the Sakura blowing snow from the cracker covered his face, and he stared at Fingal's flat face.

"What kind of plane are you doing?" Lin Nian complained as he removed the ribbon from his hair.

"The students will spontaneously hold a party after each war practice class. It is also the only party where members of the student union and the Lionheart Club will be present. The old people will bless the new people on the road to Tulong. They can eat, drink, and pick up girls without heart.” Fingal hurriedly climbed onto the bunk: “It’s a pity, Junior Brother, you slept in Chicago all night and managed to miss this party. So senior brother temporarily helped you make up a little bit, and I hope these streamers can make up for your party feeling."

"This can only make me wash my hair one more time tonight." Lin Nian picked out another ribbon from his hair: "I'm injured, I can't help it, so I stayed in the hospital for a night to observe."

"Where's the injury? I don't think you're missing an arm or a leg." Fingal conscientiously put his head out to look at him again.

"The skin is injured, it will be fine after a few days." Lin Nian took off his clothes and put on a long-sleeved T-shirt and lay down comfortably in his nest. Finally, for a moment, he felt like he was going home. .

"Junior brother, don't you know, when you were away, you were so powerful in the academy."

"I know, so I'm wondering if I'm going to suffocate you tonight with a pillow or with soap in your shoes."

"I'm not talking about the photos." Fingal scratched his face and felt a little guilty. The photos were only sent out for a few hours. I don't know which second gangster owes Lin Nian's name and photo on the current Kassel College. On top of the school flower selection, the number of likes soared and was widely praised!

"Aren't you kidding me? That's good." Lin Nian nodded, and at the same time made up his mind about Fingal's death tonight.

"Hey, photos are trivial things, ACE! That's the point that you got the ACE in the war practice class!" Fingal awkwardly opened the topic: "I guess you already got no less than three at the academy you went back to at noon. Sister's phone number, right?"

"For you, it's a junior sister, and for me, it's a senior sister. They are both three or four years older than me." Lin Nian said.

"It turns out that you didn't have a new year." Fingal was a little surprised: "I see that your sister is very beautiful, and I thought you were good at it."

Lin Nian wanted to say that my best older woman is your old mother, but he held back because of his quality and self-restraint: "Don't talk about my sister."

"Oh, my fault." Fingal immediately admitted his wrong attitude.

"Yeah." Lin Nian agreed and said it was over. After a while, he said again, "The bullet you gave me will probably not be returned to you."

"Used?" Fingal was a little surprised.

"used."

"Oh, it's alright, it's only a dollar apiece. Those students in the executive department usually have a little stock in their hands. There are not many men who are not arms control. There must be two Glocks or Desert Eagles stuffed with bullets in the drawer. ." Fingel shrugged.

"Yeah." Lin Nian lay flat and seemed a little tired and didn't say anything.

"By the way, junior brother, you have been sent to the gauntlet, remember to respond tomorrow." Fingel said.

"What?" Lin Niancai's closed eyes opened again.

"Battle book, before changing the kind of paper on paper, one year, a certain day, and one day, whoever who you and who, who I am, meets a certain place in somewhere, you have no me, everyone fights for you, and then fold and tied to the arrow. Come on, smack the things nailed to your door."

"I know what the gauntlet is, I just want to ask who wrote the gauntlet with me." Lin Nian frowned.

"Your old acquaintance, Miyamoto Isshin." Fingel said.

"Does his idle time hurt?" Lin Nian scratched his head a little depressed.

"Posts on the Night Watch Forum have a lot of attention, and they even @you."

"When did this happen?"

"Two or three this afternoon," said Fingal.

Isn't that what happened after you just returned from afternoon tea in the principal's office?Lin Nian felt something strange.

"The post said that there are some things I want to talk to you for a long time, and by the way, I will ask you for some kendo lessons."

"The attitude is very good." Lin Nian was a little surprised: "And it's not called a gauntlet, it's an invitation at most."

"It's normal." Fingal said, "Everyone from the Japanese branch is like this. Didn't you knock him down in front of a freshman in class last time? Then you are an uncompromising powerhouse. Despising the weak and treating the strong with courtesy is a typical extreme culture."

"Isn't pole culture used to describe the underworld?"

"If you say so, Miyamoto Isshin used to be a gangster in the Japanese branch."

"I hate those ignorant and ignorant guys the most." Lin Nian shook his head, "But it's really surprising that he used to be a gangster."

"Anyway, he asked you to meet at the gym in the Cold Weapons class tomorrow morning. It's up to you whether you go or not, but according to his character, even if you don't go, he will sit there until noon." With a biscuit: "And, the day after tomorrow, the student union will hold the chairman's succession ceremony. Caesar invites you to watch the ceremony. Yes, he also specially @you in the post."

"Why do I feel like my schedule is full overnight." Lin Nian was a little puzzled. Apart from Miyamoto Isshin and Caesar, he would have to go to the Lionheart Club tomorrow afternoon.

"It's a good thing. The more you do things in college, the more things you do. On the contrary, a little transparent like me has a lot of time to play games in the dormitory and get moldy." Fingal bit the biscuits.

"Are there cookies? I also want to play games, and I also want to get moldy." Lin Nian felt that he was hit and assimilated by the light wave of his roommate's waste material.

"The package was opened three days ago. It's a little soft, but it should still be edible." Fingal handed over a piece of Oreo with questionable cleanliness.

"Forget it, I'll still eat my pork knuckle." Lin Niancai remembered that he had brought back two pork knuckles.

"Oh? Pork knuckles? How about dividing me in half." Fingal probed his head.

Reluctantly, he threw a pig’s knuckle and went up to get rid of his waste roommates. Lin Nian lost the spirit of sleeping, so he opened the second-hand notebook and started a forum. Post, it seems a bit interesting that a student's improper operation in alchemy and chemistry class blew up half of the classroom.

After browsing the forum for a while, Lin Nian felt very boring chewing the pork knuckle. Suddenly, he seemed to remember something. He immersed himself in the computer and fiddled with it and asked, "Fingel, can the campus network connect to China? Internet?"

"If you receive it, no matter which country it is, as long as it's an open network, Norma can get you in, but if you want to enter the Pentagon's military internal network, you have to report to the school in advance, and Norma will help you hack. A satellite or two," said Fingel.

"It's really reliable." Lin Nian rubbed his hands, clicked on the new chat software that has been used in China, and entered his account and password to log in. It took him so long to come to Kassel College that he suddenly remembered this.

As soon as he got on the account, the beeping sound was incessant. Lin Nian clicked on it and immediately popped up several windows. The ID of the contact at the top was 'Mingming'. At a glance, they are all posted a few days apart, and the content is all: Are you there?what are you doing?Has anyone come to America?Say something back?Where did you die?
Seeing the last 'where did you die' Lin Nian even smelled a sense of resentment from it
"What, your ex-girlfriend?" Fingal was also attracted by the beeping sound, and asked curiously, looking down at the laptop screen.

"Classmate, man." Lin Nian rubbed his eyebrows.

"Why is the ID called Mingming, it's disgusting." Fingal tsk tsk: "I'm the most annoying monster."

"No, I think if it's him, you should get along very well." Lin Nian raised his eyebrows.

"What? He is as handsome and suave as I am?"

"Well, that's about it." Lin Nian said.

"It looks like a piece of junk." Fingal shrugged.

"Senior brother, don't do this." Lin Nian comforted with false affection.

"Junior brother has a heart." Fingal replied in tears.

After a while, both of them retched in disgust.

"I'm fine, I've been too busy with university affairs recently, so I just went online." Lin Nian replied to a message, crossed the chat window, and opened the next one.what are you doing?Are you all right?What's the weather like in Chicago?
Seeing this new chat window, Fingal's eyes lit up immediately: "This must be a woman."

"It's just you who have eyes. Everyone's headshots are all selfies." Lin Nian muttered, and glanced at the ID's note: Su Xiaoqian.

(End of this chapter)