Brass Dragon in the Dragon World

Chapter 537 Dating
As the sun was setting, Lu Mingfei took a telescope and looked inside the Golden Iris Academy. If you say that this place is indeed a top bridal academy, the quality of girls can even be on par with Kassel Academy.

Of course, if it comes to temperament, it is still incomparable.

After all, not every girl has the opportunity to carry a gun and fight out from the enemy's encirclement.

"Brother, do you know that I feel like an idiot, peeping at the girls' school or something."

While watching the girls in the academy stretch their young limbs, Lu Mingfei complained to Chu Zihang next to him.

"Don't think about it, have you found Chen Motong?" Chu Zihang asked Lu Mingfei sideways.

Lu Mingfei shook his head: "No, senior doesn't seem to be among those active people."

Just as they were talking, the girls on the grass gracefully took out various musical instruments and began to adjust them. The attendants pulled out chairs and laid them out in front of them.

"It looks like there is going to be a concert soon." Caesar leaned over, holding a telescope in his hand, and looked at Chu Zihang next to him: "Is this the one you were talking about?"

Chu Zihang nodded: "According to the school's schedule, after dinner there is a music appreciation session. Students need to listen to the symphony and then hand in the appreciation records."

"Wow, this is too painful." Lu Mingfei frowned, he had never felt much about art, so he couldn't help but say.

"Yeah, how can you eat so early? It's not good for your health." Caesar also nodded, wondering if he should bring some supper for Nuonuo, but considering her personality, there is a high probability that he would have found it long ago. Food.

Chu Zihang sorted out the equipment dropped by the air, and said to the two, "This school has a lot of learning intensity, ranging from the tea ceremony of the island country to the etiquette of the British royal family, so the schedule is very tight."

"It doesn't sound expensive at all," Lu Mingfei pouted, "It's more like an actor training school."

"No one knows how to act better than the nobles. They wear masks from birth." Caesar answered, picked up the binoculars, and suddenly said excitedly: "I saw her, it's on the other side of the porch."

Lu Mingfei raised his binoculars and saw Chen Motong standing at the end of the large group. Her eyes were dull, and although her body was moving, her mind was already wandering.

"It looks like she's not very happy." Lu Mingfei muttered to himself.

Caesar grinned: "But she will be happy soon, Chu Zihang, get ready, I will appear at the climax!"

……

Chen Motong followed the team absent-mindedly. The heavy study and rigid dogma of this college made her a little out of breath.

This is an academy that exudes the aura of money. It is different from Kassel, a place full of martial arts. Most of the delicate girls here are either rich or expensive. To be precise, they are richer.

Although the teachers and nuns of the college claimed that the college was not cultivating ugly ducklings, but only those outstanding nobles, Chen Motong's keen observation ability still found the clues.

Most of my classmates come from wealthy business families that have emerged recently. Most of the families have no background, and most of them come from third world countries.

To understand in an easy-to-understand way, they are oil guys and upstarts.

These people's families are full of longing for European-style nobles, so they spare no expense to send their daughters here to study, just to let them have more influence on the background of the nobility.

Then these girls are wrapped in a layer of packaging called aristocratic temperament, which can be sold at a higher price.

It's a pity that deciding whether a person is a noble or not has never been etiquette and self-cultivation, but blood.

Even if Louis XVI can only tinker with keyholes every day, this famous mindless is still the emperor of the French Bourbon dynasty.

As for Chen Motong herself, the situation is not much different. After meeting the zombie-like elders of the Gattuso family, this girl can only hold her nose to study here for love.

Are you really right?

Many times Chen Motong couldn't help thinking this way, but thinking of Caesar's face and the family's persuasion, he still held back.

In this place, you don't need to think too much, or even think, you just need to release your beauty to your heart's content, and let the people around you feel that you are either rich or noble.

Just like the queen of Louis XVI, one day, you have to ask gracefully: "If there is no bread to eat, why don't you eat cake?"

Sitting on a chair on the grass, Chen Motong gradually relaxed. This is a rare leisure time for her in the day. She has the ability to profile, she does not need to listen to music, as long as she glances at it, she can write down her thoughts meaningfully. .

such as:

"I can feel some kind of anxiety from the hesitant clarinet..." Chen Motong put pen to paper, scribbling on the report to be handed in today.

The symphony was gradually rising in soothing notes, and began to fall after reaching the peak. Chen Motong felt a little regretful. In just a few minutes, the best time of the day would be over.

She raised her head helplessly, looked over the towering guardrail, and looked at the burning sunset, but there was no disappointment in her mind, she was just thinking about how to go to the kitchen to get a roast chicken for supper.

Nuonuo even smelled the smoke of the charcoal fire. The oven used in the school kitchen is an old-fashioned charcoal oven. The food baked has the smell of smoked fruit wood, which is very elegant.

But the smell of smoke seems a bit too strong, we should add less firewood...

Wait!

Chen Motong opened his eyes suddenly, the smell of fireworks just now was not his own illusion, but something was really burning.

At this moment, the band played the last note. According to etiquette, they should applaud, but at this moment, a sudden change occurred.

boom!
A pillar of fire as thick as a solid rose into the sky, burning the gate of the college into a piece of scrap iron, and then rushed into the sky, turning into sparks and falling.

In the midst of sparks, a man in a suit holding a submachine gun, wearing a round cap on his head, and a suit jacket draped over his shoulders stepped into the gate of the Golden Iris Academy in a coquettish posture.

The man dressed like an Italian gangster pushed the sunglasses on his face, and walked towards Chen Motong step by step amidst the girls' screams.

"Lu, Lu Mingfei?!" Chen Motong looked at the man walking towards him, the corners of his eyes twitched, he didn't know what expression to show, whether it was surprise, fright, or the joy of being amused by that appearance.

The security guard of the college picked up the gun and blocked the man, but he just raised his hand slightly, and the bullet shot out, hitting the security guard's head.

"I said, don't leave!"

An evil voice came from the man's mouth. He shot and killed the old nanny who organized the students, and then looked at the stunned musician:

"Then play music, then dance!"

The symphony began gradually with trembling sounds. Under the threat of guns, the terrified girls looked at the old woman lying beside them with tears in their eyes. The man walked up to Chen Motong and stretched out a hand:

"Want a date, girl?"

(End of this chapter)