Shared talent: traveling through the heavens and worlds at the same time

Chapter 120 CC1000 Express
"Oh, this card!"

Looking at this sudden change in the train station, Fingel sighed in admiration, not knowing whether it was true or false.

Lu Mingfei himself was also shocked by this grand occasion. He stared at everything in stunned silence, unable to hide the confusion on his face.

Although he had heard from Fingel that some colleges attached great importance to the so-called class, Lu Mingfei really didn't expect that it would be to this extent.

And less than ten minutes after Lu Mingfei swiped his card, a high-speed train with dazzling lights quickly entered the railway station track, shaking Lin Bei and the others so much that they had to squint their eyes slightly.

After a while, the train stopped accurately in front of Lin Bei and the others. Only then did Lin Bei and the others see the whole train clearly.

The body is black, and the streamlined body has a dazzling silver-white vine pattern that snakes across the black paint, looking gorgeous like a work of art.

Then, the only door on the car slowly slid open, and a steward-like character got out of the car.

The reason why it is said to be similar is because although the dark green uniform worn by this flight attendant is similar to that of a normal flight attendant, it is obviously a high-end customized product.

Although Lin Bei didn't know much about luxury goods, he could tell that the fabric of the clothes and the fitting style meant that the price of this uniform alone was probably quite high.

The conductor who had just got off the train shouted loudly, and his voice echoed in the slightly empty train station.

Lu Mingfei was stunned when he heard this, and muttered in confusion:
"Huh? Yan Ling?"

The conductor inserted the magnetic card in his hand into the card reader, then glanced at Fingel's information and said:

No wonder Lu Mingfei was so scared. In fact, besides being dressed in an ancient style, the train conductor had a pale and bloodless face and two dark circles under his eyes, as if he had stayed up for more than a dozen all-nighters. Coupled with his deep voice, he looked very real. Not like a living person.

Fingel pretended to be unhappy and said:

"Huh, I'm a person who starts and ends, so I won't give up halfway."

At this time, Fingel also walked over quickly with Lu Mingfei. Perhaps because of Lin Bei's warning, Lu Mingfei was not so scared now.

Lin Bei ignored the frightened Lu Mingfei, walked straight towards the conductor, and handed over the black magnetic card in his hand.

Fingel laughed when he heard this and explained thoughtfully:

"He, why does he look like a ghost? Is this a hell train from hell?"

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid. It's just the effect of his speech spirit. In fact, he is a normal living person."

The other party also held a small golden bell in his hand, which swayed gently to make a crisp sound. He had a golden train conductor badge on his hat and held a credit card machine in his hand.

The conductor seemed to be very familiar with Fingel. He took Fingel's magnetic card and joked:
"Fingel? You haven't dropped out of school yet? I thought I wouldn't see you this year."

"cc1000 express train, passengers please prepare to board the train, passengers please prepare to board the train!"

The conductor took the magnetic card and inserted it into the card machine in his hand. The green light on the card machine beeped, and then part of Lin Bei's information was displayed on the display. The conductor checked the photo and confirmed it was correct before handing over the magnetic card. came back and said:
"Sakurai Kita, right? An international student from Japan? I was informed that three of you are here this time. Where are the other two?"

Lin Bei took the magnetic card, shrugged and said:
"I don't know either. Those two separated from me after I got off the plane. I didn't see them."

After Fingel came over, he greeted the conductor familiarly and said:
"Hey, are you on duty again this year?"

"Haha, you have been reduced to an 'f'. You are already in the lowest class. If you haven't graduated next year, you will make school history."

When the conductor heard this, he didn't ask any more questions, just nodded and said:
"That's it, then you go up first, they can only wait for the next trip."

Lu Mingfei, who had been shocked and stunned just now, suddenly tugged on Fingel's clothes in fear after seeing the conductor. He ducked behind Lin Bei and whispered:

The quaint outfit coupled with the apparently high-tech credit card machine in his hand made people feel a little awkward at first glance, but there was something awkward about it.

Fingel snatched his magnetic card from the conductor's hand and muttered softly:

"Hey, these are really reduced from serfs to beasts."

Lin Bei suddenly interrupted and said:

"It's okay. I have a hunch that next year you will have to move down a level."

Fingel glanced at Lin Bei, who had always been a bit taciturn, and said with a chuckle:

"Then I really appreciate your kind words."

Just when Lin Bei was talking to Fingel, Lu Mingfei's magnetic card had passed the verification of the card swipe machine, and the conductor's attitude changed in time, and his tone became much more cordial:
"Lu Mingfei? Are you the new S-class that we sent here temporarily?"

Lu Mingfei thought the conductor was blaming himself for making them work overtime, so he immediately said hello awkwardly:
"Um, yes, it's me. I'm Lu Mingfei. I'm very sorry to trouble you."

The train conductor's expressionless face suddenly showed a charming smile and said:
"Oh, no need to be sorry, it's just that I haven't seen the new S-class for a long time, so I'm a little surprised."

Fingel seemed a little curious at this time and asked:
"It's been so long since I've seen an S-class? Were there many S-classes in the past? I remember that only the principal in the school was S-class, right?"

The conductor was obviously an old man on this train. He thought for a moment with memories in his eyes and said:
"Of course there are more than that, but not many, no more than ten, but he is indeed the only new S-class in the past few decades."

After saying that, the conductor looked at Lu Mingfei and said:
"Okay, hurry up and get in the car. As an S-class, Professor Guderian was supposed to pick you up in person and give you freshman tutoring, but Professor Guderian was delayed in Russia and hasn't come back yet. , so the college temporarily sent another professor, and Professor Mance is already waiting for you in the car."

Lu Mingfei was obviously a little dazed. There was too much information in the conductor's words. With his poor brain, he couldn't process it all at once.

He could only nod his head blankly and said:
"Oh, alright."

Then he stepped onto the train mechanically.

Lin Bei and Fingel were already waiting for him in the train aisle. It wasn't that Lin Bei wanted to wait, it was mainly because the train aisle was blocked by a figure.

It was a tall figure wearing a well-fitting custom-made suit, but he unruly opened the buttons and the shirt underneath, exposing half of his chest.

His long hair didn't seem to be taken care of very much, half hanging around his head. The beard on his lips also looked a little messy, and his facial features looked a little serious. But the most eye-catching thing is the long scar above the opponent's right eye that almost penetrates the eye, adding a bit of fierceness to the opponent.

Lin Bei had already guessed the identity of the other party. He should be Professor Mance, who was temporarily arranged to receive Lu Mingfei as mentioned by the conductor. However, the middle-aged man in front of him was more like someone from the Italian Mafia than a professor. The wild boss.

Fingel was obviously a little afraid of Professor Mance. When he saw him, he stood in the middle of the road and greeted him politely:

"Uh, haha, Professor Mance, long time no see, I miss you so much!"

When Lin Bei heard this, he glanced at Fingel and thought to himself, have you watched too much of the Spring Festival Gala?

You are Fengo, not Feng Gong!

Professor Mance ignored Fingel, obviously already aware of Fingel's lack of focus. He turned to look at Lin Bei and asked:

"Are you an exchange student sent by the Japanese branch?"

Lin Bei nodded casually and said:

"Yes."

Professor Mance did not have any dissatisfaction because of Lin Bei's attitude, he just nodded and said:
"Well, then you should know something about the academy. You don't need to go through the entrance training. Let Fingel take you to the dining car. There are a lot of delicious food and drinks there."

Without waiting for Lin Bei to agree, Fingel took Lin Bei's hand and ran past Professor Mance as if he had been granted amnesty. He said as he ran:

"Haha, good professor, I promise to complete the task!"

It can be seen that Fingel is indeed a little afraid of Professor Mance.

Lu Mingfei, who had just boarded the train with large and small bags, saw the backs of Lin Bei and Fingel disappearing from the connection between the carriages. He stretched out a hand as if to retain them, but could not say a word at all.

In the end, Lu Mingfei could only look at Professor Mance who was looking at him uneasily, and said hello timidly:

"Um, Professor Man, hello, I am Lu Mingfei, from China, I am eighteen years old this year."

Seeing Lu Mingfei start to introduce himself, Professor Mance, who had been expressionless, couldn't help but frown, with some doubts in his eyes.

Lu Mingfei was talking nonstop, and at this time he was introducing the specific times he had taken leave during his high school career, as if he was preparing to use this method to cover up his nervousness.

Professor Mance couldn't help but show a hint of disappointment when he saw this, and finally interrupted Lu Mingfei's words:
"Okay, I don't care about these things. Now, you can go to the conductor to get a set of your school uniform. After changing into your school uniform, come to me and I will provide you with entrance counseling."

Although he didn’t know what the entrance tutoring was for, Lu Mingfei naturally didn’t dare to contradict Professor Mans, so he quickly said yes, and then went to find the train conductor with the same salute as a migrant worker returning home. .

Little did Lu Mingfei know that this entrance counseling session would open a door to a new world for him and say goodbye to his ordinary life of the past eighteen years.

However, with Lin Bei here this time, it is unclear whether Lu Mingfei can still turn the tide at critical moments like his original fate, but he is still a waste after three years of debut.
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Just when Lu Mingfei's outlook on life was undergoing cruel destruction and reconstruction, in the dining car of CC1000 express train, Lin Bei and Fingel sat opposite each other, with a glass of Fat House Happy Water in front of each other.

This express train is worthy of being a special train for the Secret Party, the largest force in the Dragon Clan world. Although the journey is not long, it has everything it needs, and they are all top-notch.

Even though no one would come to the dining car to eat during this short journey, not to mention all the delicacies that should be available on the dining car, Lin Bei even saw a lot of expensive wine and tequila.

Although there is no top-notch wine like the 82 Lafite, there are several types of wine that cost tens of thousands of yuan a bottle.

Lin Bei even wondered whether these hybrids drank spirits as water every day.

However, although there were many better choices, Lin Bei and Fingel still chose the simplest happiness - Coke.

However, their reasons were different. Lin Bei didn't like drinking, while Fingel did it because he had no money.

These items on the food truck are not free.

With Fingel's current net worth, he can only afford to drink Coke.

At this point, Fingel couldn't help complaining to Lin Bei:

"Hey, those damn capitalists on the school board want to make money in everything they do, and they actually charge for Coke, which is twice as expensive as outside! Those guys should all hang out street lights!"

Regarding this point, Lin Bei still agrees with Fingel's point of view:

"Well, indeed, it's too sinful to dare to sell a cup of Coke for 10 dollars."

Fingel seemed to have found a soulmate, nodding his head and saying:
"Really? When I return to school, I must denounce them on the forum and make suggestions to the principal!"

After finishing speaking, Fingel took another deep sip of Coca-Cola, as if he was sucking the blood of those capitalists, as if this would make him happier.

Afterwards, Fingel pretended to be a little curious and asked Lin Bei:
"By the way, Lin Bei, aren't you Japanese? Why do you have a Chinese name?"

Lin Bei answered Fingel's question casually:
"Because my mother is Chinese and I like Chinese culture very much, I think I prefer to be Chinese than Japanese."

Fingel nodded and continued to ask:
"By the way, Lin Bei, is your bloodline really only C-level? As far as I know, none of the international students sent by the Japanese branch for exchange over the years have a bloodline lower than B-level.

Among the last batch of exchange students before you, there was even a guy who could be called a Transcendent A Grade. I think his name was Yuan Zhisheng? When he was studying abroad, he was the ace commissioner of the execution department, and even Professor Schneider was full of praise for him. "

Lin Bei glanced at Fingel and knew that this guy was trying to find out more about himself, but he had no intention of hiding it and answered casually:
"It was indeed C-level during the previous test, but I'm not sure now. The Yuan Zhisheng you are talking about is the director of our branch's execution department and the head of the Yuan family in our Eight Sheqi family. He is indeed an outstanding guy. "

Hearing Lin Bei commenting on Yuan Zhisheng in a nonchalant tone, Fingel remained calm on the surface, but in fact he was already a little confused inside.

According to his understanding, guys from Japan attach great importance to class hierarchy. If Lin Bei was really just an ordinary international student, it would be impossible to evaluate Yuan Zhisheng in this tone.

"What is the origin of this guy?"

(End of this chapter)