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

Chapter 29 The Spirit of Words

"Enrollment process?" Lin Nian thought for a while and said, "Let the admissions office go to each class in a key high school to advertise?"

"That's normal college admissions, do you think our school is normal?"

"Not normal." Lin Nian replied quickly.

The existence of Cassell College has only one meaning, and that is to slay dragons.

There are obviously no normal people in this school. Everyone believes in the existence of dragons. Standing under the school emblem of the Half-Dead World Tree, they pass on the mission of slaughtering dragons with passion.Obviously now Lin Nian has also become a part of the lunatic, and he can't help but believe in the existence of dragons, because someone has put the undoubted facts in front of him.

Seeing is believing, even if reality is outrageous, it is reality.

"If the school is not normal, then their students are not normal, so our school can't openly admit other students, we are targeting special groups." Fingal drank a cola, Lin Nian did not know that he was hanging upside down How did he drink the Coke and didn't get it into his nose.

"You mean half-breed?"

"Yes, half-breed." Fingal nodded: "You are a half-breed, and I am a half-breed. We are all people with special talents, and people with talents will show different special characteristics when they are young. At the office, the secret parties will establish a screening network in each country and city, and put those who meet their standards on the watch list, and when they become adults, they will be recruited into colleges for mentoring and training to become new secret parties."

"It feels like an old spy is cultivating a little spy."

"If you say that, the secret party is really a spy. Now the secrets of the dragon clan are only controlled by a small number of people, and those places in the White House don't know the truth of history!" Fingal said.

"But what does this have to do with my 'S' grade potential?" Lin Nian was puzzled.

"Junior brother, you came in from the shift." Fingal said.

"Are there very few transfer students from Kassel College?"

"There are almost no transfer students. I said that Cassell College only recruits students who are definitely mixed-race, or suspected to be mixed-race. Every mixed-race discovered has been recorded since childhood, but you are different, you are like It's like it suddenly popped up. It wasn't that the principal brought you up. No one knew that there was someone like you in the world. The people above were shocked and immediately sent tenured professors to recruit you. Recruitment is not an interview, because you don't even have an interview. Just skipped the interview stage! The Kassel College interview has to take another test." Fingel said: "This kind of example is rare, and you should be in preparatory courses, but you are sitting here now. already."

"I volunteered to skip the preparatory class," Lin Nian said.

"This kind of thing doesn't mean jumping." Fingal shook his head: "Junior brother, didn't you think that the preferential treatment you received was actually premeditated?"

Lin Nian was stunned, and Fingal continued: "At least you are the first spy who entered the school at the age of 16, you are the first to skip the interview and directly recruit you, and you are the first to bring your relatives to the academy. , too much exception means that you must be hiding a secret."

"I don't even know what secrets I have." Lin Nian shook his head.

"But someone knows." Fingal bit the Coke can and said, "That's why you can make so many exceptions. It's not impossible to make an exception and become the first 'A' grade to be promoted to 'S' grade, right? Intuition has always been accurate, that's why I spent my meal this semester betting on you to win."

"Sounds reasonable." Lin Nian closed the notebook.

"No matter what, junior brother, you are a mixed race. It's definitely true. At least you won't be recruited into the academy by mistake like some other unfortunate people, only to find out that you're just an ordinary person." Fingal said with a smile.

"What will happen to those people?"

"Restoring factory settings, where to go back and forth." Fingal said: "Remember the psychological counselor Masashi Toyama you met today? His words are 'hypnosis', which can be brainwashed to make him forget a memory, Hybrids may have some resistance, but they work especially well for ordinary people."

"Yan Ling?" Lin Nian caught an unfamiliar word again.

"It's a special ability of a hybrid, but it can only be awakened after spiritual vision-how, do you feel that the hybrid has suddenly grown taller?"

"Senior brother, are quick reactions and speed considered special abilities?" Lin Nian suddenly asked.

"Look at how fast it is." Fingal thought for a while and said, "Word spirits are divided into many departments. You will learn this kind of knowledge in the study of word spirits in the future, but most of the word spirits in the speed department belong to the sky and the sky. Under the line of the King of Wind. Have you heard the story of Jing Ke's assassination of the King of Qin?"

"Of course I did."

"In history, Jing Ke's word spirit was the speed-based assassin's word spirit, capable of appearing behind the enemy's back at a ghostly speed. He used this trick to assassinate the first emperor, but the first emperor showed his true body. The ancient dragon, the whole dragon body is coiled on the bronze pillar of the main hall, so that there is no distinction between the back and the front, and Jing Ke, who was abolished by the word spirit, was burned to death by the first emperor with a mouthful of dragon flame."

"Wait, you said Qin Shihuang was a dragon?" Lin Nian was stunned.

"The pure-blooded dragon race is second only to the first generation of the second generation. Of course, there is also a saying that he is actually one of the four noble kings, but the real history was buried artificially. Most of your emperors have dragon bloodline, after all, only your emperors in the world have the courage to publicly declare themselves to be true dragon bloodline, you will learn relevant knowledge in your sophomore year of dragon genealogy." Fingal looked at a The strange-faced Lin Nian said: "In the alchemy class, we will learn that the dagger used by Jing Ke is also an alchemy weapon. Mrs. Xu of the Qin Dynasty was the most famous alchemist weapon blacksmith in the world, but it's a pity that the first emperor burned the book pit. Confucianism buried all these people who control the knowledge of dragons in the pit and sprayed them to death with a mouthful of dragon flames."

"It's impressive." Lin Nian said, "But isn't the version of Jing Ke you're talking about a bit too frustrating, isn't the future of fast speed this year?"

"No, there is no weak chicken's word spirit, only weak chicken users. Powerful users of the speed-related word spirit are also present in the school. The best example is the word spirit of Angers: Time Zero. Hailed by his enemies as a ghost in time!"

"Can the principal stop the time? His surname is Kongtiao?" Lin Nian felt that the worldview he had recreated in the afternoon was showing signs of collapse again.

"It's Josta. Just kidding, it's not easy to say whether the principal can stop time. After all, time is actually a feeling, and we can't even say whether it exists or not. Calling the principal as The ghost in time is just because the principal is very fast, so fast that people mistakenly think that he can pause time and do things in one second that ordinary people can't do in dozens of seconds."

"I can't do this. It seems that I have no words." Lin Nian thought about his own limits, and found that he was still too immature compared to the powerful and unpredictable principal in Fingal's mouth.

"No, you have a speech spirit, but you don't know what it is yet." Fingal said: "Awakening the speech spirit requires a high degree of mental tension and resonance with the blood. Huge impact."

"Brother, what is your spirit of words? Is it amazing?" Lin Nian wondered if this senior brother who had been repeated for two years and had not graduated yet, could make a fireball or something.

Fingal coughed and said: "Actually, don't care too much about the strength of the word spirit, you must know that the word spirit is too strong, it's easy to set yourself on fire and kill yourself. Generally speaking, the weaker word spirit is easier to control. more sustainable”

"I understand." Lin Nian stopped talking.

Fingal was immediately overwhelmed by a huge sense of frustration, he sighed and sat up and went back to the upper bunk. He said, "A lot of knowledge will be mentioned by the professor in class, rest early, junior brother, you will have a physical test tomorrow, maybe the physical test. Your grades will also be recorded by Norma in the bloodline rating, senior brother, I put the meal money on you."

"Well, I see." Lin Nian reached out and turned off the light in the bedroom. In the darkness, he took out his mobile phone, edited a text message, and sent it out before turning off the phone and closing his eyes to sleep.

At this time, the upper bunk Fingal suddenly said, "Junior brother, have you ever felt hungry?"

"Senior brother, do you want to invite me to dinner?" Lin Nian opened his eyes.

"No, I just mentioned it casually." Fingal, who intended to be seen through, muttered a few words and then shut up.

In the darkness, Lin Nian smiled and closed his eyes with peace of mind.

(End of this chapter)