Wu Sheng Lu Mingfei of the Dragon Clan

Chapter 189 Susie Returning to School

Kassel, Platform of the Serpent of the World.

On train Cc1000, Susie looked out the window at the familiar red leaf forest, and she came back.

As the next beheader scheduled by the executive department, Susie's hidden level of authority is far higher than that of the A-level on the surface. The secret party has allocated a considerable part of its resources to her to assist in the development of the "Sword Field" A powerful word spirit.

In the foreseeable future, she will become the sharp edge in the true sense of the secret party, a knife that cuts everything.

The so-called knives only need to be sharp, and the person who holds the knife is responsible for thinking and judging. After all, once the weapon starts to have thoughts, it is easy to hurt the hand holding the knife. This is absolutely impossible for the Secret Party. tolerable thing.

The arbitrariness and disobedience in the last mission, if placed in the secret party a hundred years ago, is enough to send Susie to the mixed-race court and be executed under the witness of the Abraham blood contract.

However, it has to be said that the secret party is not that iron-blooded and ruthless dragon-slaying organization after all.

After all, the aristocratic traditional Kassel campus has put a layer of tenderness on this secret party, especially now that the head of the executive department is also a tenured professor in Kassel. Considering that Susie, who is preparing to beheaded, is still A student, and with the help of Schneider to cover up the specific situation, Susie's sentence was three months of bloody trials.

She didn't want to think about the content of the trial anymore. Susie only knew that she was going back to Kassel soon, so she could breathe freely and walk with ease, and she didn't have to tense up because she might lose her life at any time.

Although sometimes she thinks Kassel is really messy, the two student associations are fighting each other on Freedom Day, there is literally a hail of bullets, and you have to be careful of sniper attacks, this is really what college students should do. Experienced life?
But what is gratifying is that the magazines of the young mixed-race elites are full of indestructible Friga bullets. No matter how tragic the scene of Freedom Day was, in the end it was just a matter of sleeping.

Susie thought so.

After all, her student authority has been temporarily frozen during these three months, and the night watchman forum cannot be logged in. The information about Freedom Day is limited to the sand table derivation at the end of last semester, and the real winner is not even known until now. Whoever it is, Lionheart Club or Student Council.

Putting down the barley tea to warm her hands, she carried the oak suitcase and got out of the car.

"Welcome back Kassel."

The flight attendant rang the bell and cut it on the ticket with a smile.

"I really don't understand what those old guys are thinking. It's the 21st century, and they still use such an ancient way of checking tickets."

He muttered, and handed the remaining ticket stubs to Susie.

"Here, the studies are going well, and the martial arts are prosperous."

Susie, who took the ticket stub, was a little confused.

Her fine maroon eyes blinked.

"Wu luck is prosperous?"

"Oh, it looks like you haven't followed the forums in a while."

When the flight attendant spoke, the breath spread into small mushrooms one after another in the early hours of five o'clock, like a white ghost in anime, but even if it was a ghost, judging from this guy's tone, it must be that bad Laughing cute ghost bar.

"Everyone in the school is practicing martial arts hard."

"so good."

The flight attendant wore the key with his index finger, shaking it, and there was a clanging sound.

"Well, speaking of it, I really want to go back and practice martial arts with the teaching assistant. I heard that I can change very well."

I heard strange words again.

Mr. Teaching Assistant...

Also, martial arts?
Susie frowned.

I always feel that the picture of a handsome blond foreign guy smiling and saying "It's great to practice martial arts" is super strange.

"Oh, junior, are you a member of the Lion Heart Society?"

The flight attendant noticed Susie's brooch.

His attitude suddenly warmed up.

"Lionheart Club, that's great."

As he said this, he fumbled for his pocket in a hurry.

"Well, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, can I trouble you to do me a favor?"

"I have a classmate in the executive department who wants the signature of the teaching assistant, but it is a pity that he has been with the penguins in Antarctica for the past few years, and he basically can't come back. You also know the signature of the teaching assistant in Kassel. It’s hard to get, although I have one too, but it’s my collection, how can I give it to others.”

He babbled a lot, which made Susie look confused. She understood that he wanted to sign, but who is this teaching assistant?

Except for matters related to the chairman, this girl has always acted vigorously and decisively, just like her fighting style, like a thunderbolt, there is no way to avoid it.

"Ask, what exactly is the teaching assistant you're talking about..."

"Oh I found it!"

The flight attendant looked relieved.

"Great."

He solemnly handed a photo to Susie.

On it is a girl who wrapped herself in Qiu, she was hugging a fat penguin with fluttering wings, and she smiled showing a row of shiny teeth.

"Stupid, isn't it?"

The flight attendant said this with a strange complacency.

The siren sounded suddenly.

The flight attendant woke up like a dream, first looked at the clock on the carriage in a panic, shook his body, muttered "it's going to go" and "it's going to go", turned around and ran inside.

"and many more!"

Susie waved the photo.

"The teaching assistant you mentioned..."

"Oh, right!"

The flight attendant poked his head out of the car window, held his hat with one hand, and smiled brightly at her.

Did you finally remember...

Susie breathed a sigh of relief.

"I hope you can also follow in the footsteps of the assistant teacher and embark on the road of martial arts!"

The flight attendant gave a thumbs up, eight teeth gleaming.

"come on!"

Susie: ...

The Cc1000 train rumbled away.

The old-fashioned wheels collided with the track, making a "bang-dang" sound.

"Really."

Susie held down the hem of her skirt that was blown by the wind blown by the train.

"In the end, it's not that I haven't said who the teaching assistant is."

She looked down at the girl in the photo holding a penguin.

"Signature...?"

"Forget it, anyway, just ask someone and you'll find out."

"Mr. Assistant, Mr. Assistant..."

Talking like this, Susie walked towards Cassel.

Speaking of martial arts, she immediately thought of that boy.

Lu Mingfei, S rank, is also the president's junior.

I heard that he was teaching people martial arts in the Children's Palace.

The flight attendant said that there are many people practicing martial arts in Kassel, is it because of him?
But Mr. Teaching Assistant, since he is a teaching assistant, no matter how good that boy is, he is still just a freshman. It would be too exaggerated to suddenly become a teaching assistant.

Susie stood at the school gate in Kassel at [-]:[-] in the morning.

After being checked by the guard, she saw Lancelot.

It's just that, after not seeing each other for several months, how can a person change so much?
Susie held her luggage in both hands and hesitated.

She looked suspiciously at the boy in a white Tang suit and cloth shoes with mille-soled soles.

To be honest, it is really strange how a foreigner looks like this.

What was even more strange was that the foreigner was still shaking his head with his eyes closed. Susie, who was of A-level blood, could hear very well, and could barely hear some clips of "Zhi Hu Zhe Ye".

Did she feel like she was in the wrong place?
"

Just when Susie was going to go back to ask the uncle at the school gate, a strange foreign friend spoke.

"Hello, Susie."

Lancelot clasped his fists with a smile.

"Welcome back."

Susie silently withdrew her subconsciously extended hand.

Not right.

There must be something wrong.

It’s okay to wear Tang suits. When did the two greet each other from “shaking hands” to “holding fists”?
She suspected that she had not returned to Kassel, but had returned to 1000 years ago, when foreigners spoke Chinese, there must be nothing wrong with the Tang Dynasty.

"Let's go, do you go back to the dormitory first or the Lionheart Club?"

Lancelot was coming to pick up her luggage, Susie stepped aside, and the boy led the way with a shrug.

"What about the president?"

Susie asked.

"Well, President..."

Lancelot's expression was a little subtle, and he turned his eyes indistinctly.

"This, it seems that something very important is going on. Specifically, I don't know how to say it. Anyway, you can see it for yourself."

Susie gave him a suspicious look.

Didn't she just take a summer vacation?

Why has Kassel become so strange.

For a moment neither of them spoke.

They walked on the quiet Kassel campus in the early morning. The dewdrops on the grass leaves reflected the faces of boys and girls. When the leaves trembled slightly, the dewdrops fell down.

Susie quickly put these messy questions behind her.

She is immersed in the unoccupied campus alleys.

The air seemed to be filled with the scent of ink from books.

Of course, there is also the smell of roasted pork knuckle that she is familiar with.

Although it was the first time she heard that the signature dish of the cafeteria was roasted pork knuckle, Su Xi, who came from the Far Eastern country rich in delicious food, felt for the first time how happy it is to live in China.

But it has been a year, eating canteen every day, Susie is more or less used to the taste of roast pork knuckle.

She still remembers the post she saw on the night watchman forum. After graduation, the seniors and sisters who went to perform tasks all over the world talked about neither the professor in Kassel nor the former classmates. Roasted pork knuckles are available all year round.

No matter how many years you are a graduate, whether you are a Lions Club or a student union, no matter which country you are from.

Just say "Go, please eat your elbow", then we are good brothers, good sisters, the kind that is a little worse than life and death.

Susie wanted to go to the cafeteria a little bit.

And at this point, there should be very few people in the cafeteria.

It didn't even arrive at 05:30, no matter how self-disciplined the students are, they must still be in bed. After all, no matter in the West or the East, all the legends about dragons describe that this magical creature has a habit of sleeping, and even has a sleep ability. Sleep with him a story of hundreds of years.

The hybrids who inherited the dragon's blood naturally also have the feature of lethargy. Speaking of which, Susie has seen it in the files of the Lionheart Club. Kassel was very different ten years ago and now. All the students are iron-blooded elites. They are either training or fighting all day long. The special forces have to give a thumbs up when they come over.

But even so, their daily training time also starts at seven o'clock, not that it can't be earlier, it's just that it doesn't matter to get up at five or six o'clock every few days.

As for now, since the young master of Gattuso's family entered school, Kassel's style of painting has really become more and more strange.

Thinking of the scene of Caesar pouring champagne into the swimming pool, Susie couldn't help laughing. This is really a forest of wine and meat. It's true that students can get up early with such a leader...

Susie and Lancelot stood still.

A line of students roared past them.

The beautiful boys and girls with good faces were dressed in uniform white exercise uniforms, similar to Tang suits, lit their golden pupils, and ran wildly with the momentum of charging towards the dragons.

Susie stared at their figures silently.

Lancelot gave the leading boy a thumbs up.

"Michelle, it's been a few laps."

"58, haha, the goal of our student union today is [-]!"

"Two hundred, let's see, our Lionheart Club will not lose!"

Lancelot shook his fist vigorously.

Michelle turned around.

"Everyone, work hard, run him [-] laps today, and don't eat breakfast until you finish the run!"

"Oh!"

The students answered with great momentum.

"Three hundred circles, it's really thanks to his kid who said it, I don't have breakfast when I see it, I can eat lunch and dinner together."

Lancelot shook his head.

"By the way, don't overestimate your own strength, overestimate your own strength."

He looked at Susie.

"Is this idiom suitable here?"

"Ah."

What else could Susie say besides nodding?

God what the hell happened to Cassel while she was gone!
Not only did the mixed-race students not feel lethargic, but they got up early in the morning to run and exercise...

Well, not right.

Susie couldn't find an accurate word to describe it for a moment.

It's clear that words like just "exercise" are clearly biased.

After all, no one would run there with golden pupils as exercise.

It's as outrageous as someone playing games with golden pupils.

If nothing else, the handle will break.

Susie followed Lancelot to the bedroom with a heavy heart.

Along the way, she saw many incomprehensible pictures.

For example, young students of mixed race stood on the lawn holding a book bound and shaking their heads, chanting.

The sound of reading aloud like this spread to Susie's ears along the morning wind.

It is no longer as simple as the whole world speaking Chinese.

This means that the whole world is learning classical Chinese.

"What are they doing?"

Susie asked suspiciously.

"Learn Chinese characters."

Lancelot said.

"No, what I mean is, what are they learning classical Chinese for?"

"Oh, this one."

Lancelot smiled lightly.

"Of course it is to understand the secrets of martial arts."

Susie: ...

She looked at her classmate and fellow Lionheart Society complicatedly.

Martial arts cheats?

Are liars all this rampant now?

Even Cassel dared to lie.

And there are quite a few people who have been recruited by this posture.

Suzy wondered more and more what had happened to Cassel during the months she had been away.

Originally, I wanted to ask Lancelot, but seeing him muttering words occasionally along the way, he was obviously poisoned. After thinking about it, let’s forget it and go to the president. Susie thinks that with the president’s IQ, he will definitely not Bewitched by this deception.

Oh, and Kay...

Caesar... Caesar.

Susie silently looked at the boy standing in front of the student phalanx, punching his long fist with a serious look.

Coincidentally, a red sun rose slowly.

Thousands of sunshine shine on the world.

Just listen to the exciting music on the radio.

This is the bell that is usually used to wake students up.

Usually a Mozart or Chopin symphony.

But now it is not usual.

Just listen to a man full of air singing like this.

"Arrogance and pride laugh at thousands of waves, blood and heat beat the red sun!"

(End of this chapter)