If I don't have money to go to college, I can only go to slay the dragon

Chapter 28 Caesar
"I'm looking forward to the freshman's performance, and if he really can be the first 'S' student I've met in school, then I will give him the olive branch of the student union. An 'S' class, I think he has Qualified to compete with me for the student council president." When Caesar typed these two sentences in the reply column, he stared at the blinking cursor on the screen for a while, then pressed backspace to delete the second sentence after the end of the olive branch, and finally Just replied to the previous sentence.

After finishing it, he pinched the bridge of his nose, wondering if he was a little too sensitive recently and was under too much pressure. It seemed that he was not as arrogant as he imagined before he entered school. Even the heir of the Gattuso family would do it for him. The competition right now is nerve-wracking.

After placing the bet and replying to the message, Caesar's message followed many replies, all of which were praise and admiration for his challenging spirit by his fans and supporters. After reading a few cookie-cutter replies, he felt a little boring. Now, I closed this post, opened the background music player and clicked "Orfeo".

The opera of the aria sounded in the dormitory of the Norton Hall. After Orfeo was staged at the Florence Opera House, well-known Italian opera appreciators and critics praised the agitation, intelligence and humanity of the opera itself. music.

Caesar accidentally read the article about the opera by critics, so he felt that the opera that fits the soul is very suitable for him. He naturally fell in love with this piece.

Caesar's boldness is not self-proclaimed. Many people's first impression of him is boldness. His first sentence when he entered school last year was "You can challenge me, but I am ready to laugh at you."

Although many students reveal the background of Gattuso's illustrious and authoritative background, the Cassell Academy is rich in lunatics and geniuses, so there are still people who do not believe in evil and challenge the emperor of the Gattuso family - but they are all without exception. lost to Caesar.

Whether it is swimming, horse racing, kickboxing or such sports as chess, musical instruments, and cultural knowledge, Caesar is proficient in all of them. The emperor training guide of the Gattuso family tells the students of Kassel Academy what it means to be born genius and work hard Monster, the name of this monster is Caesar Gattuso.

But after defeating the challengers, Caesar did not laugh at them as he said before, but extended his hand to the losers and said with praise: You are actually very good, but it's a pity that you met me, but I believe you have The potential is even better and may surpass me. I am looking forward to that day, so that I will have new challenges.

Those who did not resent what I said were heartfelt and sincere, and were moved by those sea-blue eyes. According to unreliable sources, there were even boys with a softer personality who looked up at Caesar, who had a brighter smile than the sun. Claiming to have realized 'love beyond gender', he spontaneously founded the Caesar Support Club. The nature of the support club is between a star chaser and a fan club. They can always be seen around the Norton Pavilion. Caesar asked for a signature or a handshake.

In just half a semester, Caesar was known as "a man like an emperor". He was ready to accept challenges at any time, as well as those who challenged him. Right now, what he is ready to challenge is the crown of the student council - in fact, he At the beginning, he was going to join the Lionheart Club, but he gave up after the Lionheart Club president met him. The original words were that he could not accept the too serious system inside.

If the Student Union is a prosperous ancient Rome, then the Lionheart Club is an ancient ***. The only entertainment is chess and tea. He is Italian, not French. He prefers to play in marble columns than tea and chess. Soak and drink in the towering Roman baths.

Some people criticized Caesar for being forced to choose the student union because the Lionheart's membership requirements were too strict, but Caesar slapped those in the face when he joined the student union and expressed his intention to compete for the president.

His original words were: In fact, I originally wanted to join the Lionheart Club, but the Lionheart Club did not meet my aesthetic, so I am standing here now.Now I am a member of the student union, so I have the obligation to lead the student union to become the first club of the college, because the club I belong to, Caesar Gattuso, can only be the first. He gave up the number one spot.

At that time, Caesar on the podium was as domineering as a real emperor. These words directly became the political intention of running for president, but they were several times better than those carefully composed speeches, because he gave speeches out of script. , if it was a presidential campaign at the time, maybe Caesar is not sitting in the Norton Pavilion but in the White House now - and it's hard to say, because the ghost knows whether Americans can accept that their president is actually an Italian.

Caesar Gattuso, who is domineering on the bright side, is a perfect person in the eyes of the members of the student union and the onlookers. Self-confidence to others is like the oil will always be exhausted, but in him Confidence is like an ocean, mysterious, deep, and inexhaustible, as charming as his sea-blue eyes.

But in fact, only Caesar himself knows what Caesar thinks. Just like now, the words that were originally typed on the screen are still the words of a turtle. Look at it to see if there are any typos or wrong meanings. Yes, in the end I thought it was inappropriate and deleted some.

He is indeed confident, but sometimes he has no confidence in his heart. His self-confidence lies in the fact that no matter what the situation is, he accepts the challenge first and then reads the rules of the game. If he wants to join the student council, he promises to accept the challenge, doesn't it show his guilty conscience and excess self-awareness?
It seems that running for student council president is indeed a bit stressful for him. Cassell College is not the University of Chicago. A place where a group of mixed-race elites gather is always full of geniuses, and the student council is no exception. Various things about running for president now make him a little bit. I have a headache, and now there is a rumor that an 'S' class freshman is expected to come out, and it is inevitable that he will be a little more sensitive.

Caesar pinched his eyebrows and looked at the red post on the top of the night watchman forum on the screen. Now the replies to the post have exceeded [-]. All kinds of irrigation and discussions are constantly brushing the floor. When it comes to talking about it to the death, presumably now that the freshman has been exposed to the school forum, seeing these posts will definitely be very stressful.

But obviously for a while, the public opinion will not be directed towards his election for the student council president. This makes him a lot easier. It's not a bad thing to be focused on, but the pressure always goes hand in hand, just like when he used ' Dick Tweeted's account asked a question on the forum what to eat in the canteen at noon, and the thread could lead to Caesar's comments on the tit-for-tat situation between the Lionheart Club and the Student Union in the academy, and whether a third-party force would rise to power and become a tripartite confrontation. A hypothetical view.

Time to build a trumpet, Caesar thought, sighing and ruffling his golden hair.

He logged out of the 'Dick Tweeted' account, clicked to create a new account, he hesitated for a while in the ID column, and finally typed 'Sonic', pressed the mouse and clicked OK to create, and the computer screen jumped to the page.

[Welcome to the Night Watch Forum and will return to the previous page after 3 seconds, if there is no response, please click to jump manually]
In the dormitory 1 in District 303, Lin Nian waited for 3 seconds. This second-hand laptop, which was bought before going abroad, seemed to have reliable performance without too much lag. After 3 seconds, the forum page automatically jumped to the home page. The login in the upper right corner has been refreshed.

His ID in the Night's Watch Forum is 'Nian Beast', a very strange name, but there are many more strange names in the forum.

In less than a few seconds, Lin Nian received a background reminder that there was a new friend request. At the same time, Fingal, who was on the upper bunk, said unexpectedly, "Nian Beast? What does this ID mean?"

"It doesn't make any sense," said Lin Nian in the lower bunk.

The freshmen's dormitories in the academy were all assigned by Norma computer. Surprisingly, Fingal was actually his roommate. The 303 dormitory he was assigned to was exactly Fingal's dormitory. Probably Fingal was leading Lin It was only when Nian stood at the door of dormitory 303 that he realized that Norma had assigned the two of them together.

It’s a coincidence that we only met during the day and lived together at night, but it doesn’t seem surprising when you think about it. It’s been half a year since the beginning of the school season. Undoubtedly, it is the senior dormitory that goes out to practice.

Fingel is the only one in the dormitory of the old fritters, so the chance of Lin Nian being assigned will naturally increase greatly. Maybe Norma is consciously wanting Fingal, the ten-thousand-year repeater, to take care of the underage freshman. That's how it was allocated.

"Brother Fingel, how did you get added to me? I haven't told you my ID yet." asked Lin Nian, who was lying on the bed holding a notebook.

Fingal, who was lying on the upper bunk, opened a bottle of Coke and said, "You senior, I have forum administrator privileges. Now that the school season is over, there are very few forum registrations. Just check the newly registered accounts in the background and you will find them. Now, two new accounts have been registered in the last hour, one is you and the other is 'Sonic', which should be a trumpet opened by a senior - who doesn't have two or three trumpets these days?"

"I don't." Lin Nian said.

"Junior brother, it's boring for you to raise the bar." Fingal said: "There is always something like a trumpet. For example, if you want to secretly follow a beautiful senior or the account of a junior, the role of the trumpet is at this time. Sex comes out."

"Oh." Lin Nian said.

The dormitory was quiet, and after a while, Fingal suddenly hung from the upper bunk, stuck his head out and stared at Lin Nian on the bed and said, "Junior brother, you won't be angry with me, will you?"

"Are you talking about the gambling table?" Lin Nian stopped fiddling with his laptop and looked at Fingal, who looked like a hanged ghost. "I'm not angry, senior brother, didn't you bet against me? Why should I be angry?"

As soon as he went to the night watchman forum, blind people could notice the posts marked by red. Lin Nian couldn't help but know that Fingal took him to play a gambling game with the whole school.

"It's fine if you're not angry. After all, I didn't expect Norma to assign you to live with me. The most terrifying thing in college is the discord in the dormitory." Fingal patted his chest and breathed a sigh of relief.

"But I'm curious why you think I have an 'S' level qualification, senior brother, and I don't have self-confidence in myself." Lin Nian asked.

"Commercial secrets. But it's not impossible to tell." Fingal said slyly: "Junior brother, do you know the admissions process of Kassel College?"

(End of this chapter)