Brass Dragon in the Dragon World

Chapter 205 Yunnan Folk Songs in America

After getting acquainted with each other, the four young people were no longer so restrained. Old Tang chatted with the two people in the back row, asking them about the situation of their school.

Caesar in the back row was holding a suitcase, and he answered Old Tang's words in a nonchalant manner.

The two who were instructed by Ander also responded to Old Tang's questions without any leaks. During their conversation, a somewhat unique academy gradually appeared in Old Tang's mind.

"Your university is different," Old Tang sighed. "Other schools are all about business and social science. You have so many unpopular majors. No wonder the school doesn't have much money."

In Old Tang's view, the most profitable courses in a college must be research in business and some social sciences, and these subjects are also the first choice for foreign students who come for mixed diplomas.

But Cassel did the opposite, offering a bunch of science and engineering courses, and the only liberal arts course was paleontology related to biology.

"The principal is a person with ideals." Caesar spread his hands and said helplessly, "After all, it is a private university, so you can do whatever you want."

"Talk about the old way," Old Tang turned his head to Lu Mingfei and asked, "What are you going to learn in the future?"

Unlike universities in China, many universities in the United States only subdivide majors in their sophomore or even junior years, and Kassel is the same.

Lu Mingfei thought for a while, and replied, "Probably in the Department of History. My dad studies history."

"Paleontology is not easy to learn," Old Tang understood. According to Lu Mingfei, the so-called History Department of Kassel College is actually the Department of Paleontology: "I met a few experts in paleontology in my previous mission, and they had a hard time in college. "

Although Old Tang did not go to university, his adventurous life brought him countless valuable experiences, and during these adventures, he also met many outstanding scholars.

"That's not true," Lu Mingfei pouted, "My roommate hasn't graduated for eight years."

"Eight years," Old Tang gasped, "What did he learn?"

"It seems to be studying dragons...ah no, the nerves of dinosaurs." Lu Mingfei quickly covered himself: "I heard that they are waiting for fossils."

"That's really not easy. Fortunately, I didn't go to college." Old Tang shook his head: "It seems that this school is not as bad as Ender said."

"What did the master say about our school?" Chu Zihang opened his mouth. Long-distance driving is very boring, and chatting is a good pastime.

"He said that your school is the kind of garbage university with mixed diplomas." Old Tang didn't care, and said carelessly: "But it doesn't look bad in this way."

"Actually, there are a lot of bastards in the academy," Caesar said in the back row: "Isn't it something every university will do with the investment of rich people?"

"Oh, Xiao Jin...Caesar, are you one of those rich bastards?" Old Tang asked.

"After all, I gave you the money." Caesar stretched his legs, "Of course I have to enjoy all the benefits of the academy."

"Although the grades are not good," Chu Zihang continued, "But Kaiser is the president of the student council and has participated in many activities."

"It's all about the grades, as long as you don't fail the subject." Caesar's words almost put the bastard on his face.

Old Tang nodded, turned around and looked for something around: "Do you have a CD here, just chatting is too boring, listening to music is also good."

Chu Zihang took out a CD folder from the middle of the seat, and handed it to Old Tang: "I specially prepared it before, and listened to it on the road."

Old Tang took out a disc from the CD holder. On the white disc was written a cloud character with a blue marker. It can be seen that the person who wrote the calligraphy was very good at calligraphy, and the texture of a brush was written with the marker pen.

Old Tang didn't care, and put the disc into the truck's built-in radio casually. As Old Tang raised the volume, a piece of explosive music with a bit of electronics in the rock and a bit of classical in the folk songs came out from the car speakers.

"Fake cigarettes, fake alcohol, fake friends..."

"Fake love, fake tenderness..."

Listening to the accented Chinese, Old Tang was stunned for a while, and turned his head stiffly to look at Chu Zihang who was driving.

"What is this?" Old Tang lived in the United States for a long time, and had never seen this kind of song before, so he couldn't react for a while.

"Yunnan folk songs," Chu Zihang said with a smile on his face, "it's very suitable to listen to when driving long distances."

It was only then that Old Tang understood the meaning of the word cloud on the disc, and he couldn't help laughing out loud when he heard the words "Pinch your crotch" from the loudspeaker.

"Hahahaha, what is this?" Old Tang laughed and collapsed on the chair: "Brother, you have really special taste."

As he said that, Old Tang raised his hand tremblingly, cut the next song, and then accompanied by the same explosive prelude, Old Tang heard: "Old driver, take me..."

Accompanied by the explosive music, the lyrics from the old driver took me to college life are very romantic. These Yunnan folk song lyrics are bold and cheerful, without concealing the feelings between men and women, so that Lao Tang, a Chinese youth who lives far away in the United States, found a trace The warmth of home.

"It still has a taste of rap." Old Tang commented: "At least it is more elegant than gangster rap."

Lu Mingfei and Kaiser in the back row had already laughed so hard that they couldn't straighten up. It was the first time they knew that Chu Zihang still had such a side.

"When the master picked me up for the first time, he played Yunnan folk songs." Listening to this out-of-key song, Chu Zihang felt nostalgic: "I have to say, it's quite refreshing."

"It's more than refreshing, I feel like my soul is about to come out." Old Tang pulled out the disc, and put in another one with the word phoenix in it: "I didn't expect that Ander with thick eyebrows and big eyes would I like this song."

This time it was much better. A clear female voice sang, "I'm like a fish in your lotus pond," which sounded more to Tang's liking than the out-of-key folk songs before.

Accompanied by the singing of the moonlight in the lotus pond, the truck in the shape of Optimus Prime galloped at high speed, transmitting the singing from China to all parts of the United States.

But in the dark, someone has already been eyeing this speeding truck.

If the world of mixed races is the dark side of the world, then the fringe groups among those mixed races are the abyss of the world.

Some of these people are lunatics who are about to break through the boundary of blood, some are illegitimate children and experimental products created by those high-ranking families, and most of them are criminals who have broken through the constraints.

But today, a message spread among a handful of hybrids hidden in the abyss that the secret party was transferring a cocoon of a third-generation species, and the escorts for this transfer were actually three students and an ordinary person.

The value of each cocoon is calculated in the hundreds of millions on the black market. Those desperadoes were moved. They looked at the man who had gathered them together. He was wearing a hooded suit, as dark as the deepest night.

"Master Bishop," one of the mixed races said, "Don't you long for that cocoon?"

"The church needs a response, and these few people," the bishop looked at the photos pinned to the wall, "they are the most outstanding generation of the secret party, which is enough to illustrate our attitude."

"Kill them, the dragon veins are enough." The bishop took out several small bottles, which contained high-purity dragon veins: "The cocoons can also belong to you."

"There's Gattuso's family there..." a mixed race hesitated.

"Do you care about these?" The bishop was a little dissatisfied.

"No, of course not," the half-breed just now showed a cruel smile: "I was just looking forward to the way Gattuso's noble son groaned under me."

(End of this chapter)