Know Yourself in the Dragon World

"The dome of the Chicago train station has a sacred feeling like a church." Lu Mingfei looked up and said so.

Han Qiu rolled his eyes and cursed: "Can you not bring so many things next time? No sense of sacredness is important now."

Only then did Lu Mingfei break away from his sacred feeling and return to reality.

The reality is that he has a large suitcase in each hand and a large bulging backpack on his back.

This was only what he could take. Han Qiu held a woven bag in each hand.

The woven bag is also his.

"Are you here to study or to move?" Han Qiu enumerated Lu Mingfei's sins, "Frying pans, pressure cookers, quilts, pillows, clothes and shoes that have been worn for two or three years. God, when I came from the airport, the look in the taxi driver's eyes was really..."

Lu Mingfei smiled awkwardly. He didn't want to do that, but he couldn't resist his uncle and aunt's enthusiasm.

This official should be the first on the list of execution. In the study abroad mode, Lu Mingfei brought almost all the equipment he could bring.

"Why don't you bring your own bed?" Han Qiu asked.

"It can't fit." Lu Mingfei laughed after saying that.

"I admire you." Han Qiu picked a corner, used Lu Mingfei's woven bag as a chair, and sat down. "When will our car arrive?"

"Please take a look at the luggage while I go ask." Lu Mingfei threw two suitcases in front of Han Qiu.

This is not a discussion, this is a notification.

Han Qiu waited calmly. He really didn't like foreign countries, especially places where there were a lot of black people.

When I was in college, I hated those black international students the most because they smelled so bad.

Now the station is filled with the faint scent of black people's perfume.

Not long after, Lu Mingfei came back with his head shrunk.

"Something happened. I asked the duty officer, and he said there is no CC1000 express train. Did we go to the wrong station?"

"No way?" Han Qiu was also a little worried, although the balance on him was enough to last for a day or two.

I wanted to ask Mr. Han, but I don’t know where that guy went.

"CN people?"

Suddenly, a voice in authentic Mandarin came from behind. The two turned around and saw a burly man with a beard on his face, which was rare in Oriental countries.

If he cleans himself up properly, he should be a nice handsome guy.

But he smelled so bad, and his shirt and pants were as dirty as if they had been taken out of a trash can.

Beggar, tramp, vagrant, any description of this guy is not an exaggeration.

"No, Japanese." said Han Qiu.

"No, you must be from CN." The burly man said with certainty.

"Is there anything wrong?" Lu Mingfei asked.

"Please be kind and give me some money. CN people are kind." The strong man's expression suddenly turned into pleading, and he raised three fingers, "I haven't eaten for three days."

"It's true that the whole world speaks Mandarin." Han Qiu helplessly held his forehead, "We have no money, sorry. Also, you smell bad, can you go somewhere else to beg?"

The sturdy man waved his hands repeatedly, "I'm not a beggar, I'm a college student, I just lost my wallet, damn thief."

Han Qiu couldn't find a trace of the clarity that belonged to a college student in the sturdy man's eyes. "Come on, brother, you just learned a little Mandarin and come out to cheat people?"

"I'm really not lying. I'm not a beggar or a liar." The strong man took out a few books from his dirty bag. "These are all the things I have left after being robbed."

Han Qiu was still arguing with the strong man about the issues of college students, liars and beggars, while Lu Mingfei's attention was attracted by the books.

It looks like a textbook, but the text on the cover is strange, a mixture of English and Latin.

Lu Mingfei thought of the paper agreements he had signed.

In his opinion, only the Kassel Academy would adopt such a unique writing style.

"Kassel College?" Lu Mingfei asked.

"Yes! You know Kassel College? Freshman?" The sturdy man gave Lu Mingfei a thumbs up. "You have better eyesight than your friend. He still thinks I'm a liar and a beggar."

"He and I are both freshmen, but I also think you are a liar and a beggar." Lu Mingfei said.

The sturdy man rubbed his eyes helplessly and took out a ticket from his pocket. "You should be waiting for this train, right?"

Han Qiu and Lu Mingfei stared at the ticket to confirm it, and took out their own for comparison.

Exactly the same.

"Let me introduce myself. I am Finkel von Frings from Kassel Academy."

"It's a bit abstract." Han Qiu commented.

My favorable impression of Kassel College suddenly dropped to the bottom.

What good academy can produce beggars?

"Good junior, dear, please give me some money to eat!" Finkel suddenly grabbed Lu Mingfei's hand.

"Um... I suggest you find that guy." Lu Mingfei said, "He still has some on him. I'm almost a beggar."

"Oh, okay." Finger let go of Lu Mingfei's hand and ran to grab Han Qiu's hand, "Good junior, dear, please give me some money to eat!"

"Han Qiu, I feel sorry for him," Lu Mingfei said.

"Yes, I am pitiful," said Finkel.

"You are indeed full of pity." Han Qiu thought that since they were from the same college, it would be fine to help each other, and he could also make more friends. "Senior, what grade are you in?"

"Eighth grade." Finkel said shockingly.

Lu Mingfei and Han Qiu looked at each other.

"Is there an eighth grade in college?" Lu Mingfei asked.

"Same question." said Han Qiu.

"Delayed graduation." Finkel said casually.

"Four years of graduation?" Han Qiu leaned back. "What a genius."

"Another top-notch one." Lu Mingfei muttered.

"Okay, I'm hungry, hurry up." Finkel stretched out his hand impatiently.

However, Han Qiu did not take out the money. Instead, he looked at Lu Mingfei and asked, "Are you hungry?"

"A little bit." Lu Mingfei said.

"Then let's go together." Han Qiu pointed to the hamburger shop in the station, "Let's go eat hamburgers. I'm hungry too."

"Thank you, thank you." Finkel put his hands together, "You are the incarnation of God."

"No, we like to teach people how to fish rather than give them fish," said Han Qiu.

"What do you mean?" Finkel's Chinese was not good enough for him to understand this.

"Ming Fei, you can put down your luggage now." Han Qiu admired Finkel's physique. It would be a waste if he didn't do the hard labor. "Help us carry the luggage. I'll take care of today's food and lodging. How about that?"

Finkel was still smiling, but not as brightly as before. He looked at the luggage in the two people's hands and bargained, "Can I take half?"

"No." Han Qiu didn't like bargaining. "If you can't get it, you'd better go begging."

"The capitalists will be hanged under the street lamp." Finkel made a final resistance.

"Come on." Han Qiu opened his hands, "Feel free to do as you please."

"You're so cruel." Finkel first slung the woven bag over his arm, and then took the two suitcases from Lu Mingfei.

It was a burger that took a lot of effort to eat.

“By the way, senior, the train to the college should be boarded here, right?” Lu Mingfei had not forgotten the most important thing.

"Yes." Finkel replied breathlessly.

"Then why don't you see it on the train schedule?" Lu Mingfei continued to ask.

"Don't worry, it will come eventually. That train is quite special. The location of the academy is quite tricky. Apart from the plane, the only way to get there is this train. However, only people of high class can take the plane. People of low class can only wait for the train." Finkel asked curiously, "What class are you guys?"

"Class? Are you referring to the rating in the admission notice?" Lu Mingfei didn't quite understand.

"Yes, alas, the revolution has not yet succeeded, comrades still need to work hard. The academy has a rating system to determine the class. Those with high class have everything, and those with low class have nothing."

"I'm 'C'." said Han Qiu.

"Not bad." Finkel said enviously, "I only got an 'F'. Normally, when you first enter school, your class is determined based on your bloodline, and it will be gradually adjusted based on your performance. After all, there is no need to give such a high rating to someone who has excellent bloodline but cannot show the expected strength."

"Then... if it's 'S', then is it lower than you?" Lu Mingfei counted according to the alphabet. "What about bloodline?"

"'S'?" Finkel looked as if he had seen a ghost. "Who are you kidding? 'S' is the highest rating."