Large pieces of beef covered with beautiful fat snowflakes are placed on the grilling net with clamps, and the grease "sizzles" under the heat of high-quality fruit wood charcoal below. The unique aroma of barbecue suddenly rises mixed with the taste of charcoal.
This seemed to be a routine dinner party at He Daolou, and it reached its climax as the large plates of barbecue were wiped out.
Wei Curcuma has been eating meat ruthlessly, and by the way, he listens to the senior students from He Daolou chatting about some anecdotes about the school.
What everyone talked about the most was each other's recent mission to suppress anomalies. It seems that due to inexplicable reasons, the anomalies everywhere are a little restless. This has caused the attendance rate of the suppression to be several times higher, and the casualty ratio has also risen to an outrageous level.
This is why Zhong Zeming's first toast was "It's rare that everyone is alive."
However, because of the frequent occurrence of such anomalies, everyone's resumes have been promoted like rockets. Many of the students here are not in the internship group as freshmen. Instead, they directly became Class E Town anomalies as sophomores and joined directly.
In other words, the group of students who are noisily eating barbecue at this moment are equivalent to more than a dozen upper-level fifth-level anomalies suppressing anomalies. Each of them has independently suppressed high-level anomalies, and some even It can be said that he has experienced hundreds of battles.
In addition, Wei Zeshu also learned that "societies" have a very high status in the north. Most of the clubs recognized by the school have a high degree of power. They even have the power to participate in school affairs and have large sums of money. of community funds.
The most straightforward benefit is that the club can provide a lot of credits for required courses, which can be called a savior at the end of the semester.
The clubs in the North are not just hobbies like the clubs in other schools. These clubs have a long history. Many of the most famous and powerful people today, and the big shots in suppressing abnormal people, may have come from a certain club. .
Is it closer to the sect in the novel than a club?
This is the image that gradually formed in Wei Curcuma's mind.
Speaking of clubs, there are a few extremely famous ones that cannot be avoided, and the most famous among them may be "Heart Sword Studio".
"I remember that there seemed to be many C-level bosses who were members of the Shinkenjai when they were students."
After talking about this, everyone's eyes naturally focused on the handsome man sitting aside, slowly eating the barbecue on the plate. His hair color was a striking and dreamy light pink, and it was a little long, which set off his natural appearance. The beautiful face makes it even more difficult to distinguish between male and female.
He didn't speak much, just smiling and waiting for his portion of barbecue and beer. He had a gentle personality, but he was actually very greedy for beer. He had secretly drank three shots, and his face was slightly rosy at this moment.
Completely different from his handsome face that even girls turned their attention to, his personality was the most unkempt among the seniors. At this moment, when he saw everyone looking at him, he put down the beer glass in his hand, blushed and burped.
"Let me introduce, this is Shen Mengxi. Although he looks like a beautiful girl, he is actually the current vice president of Xinjianzhai."
"You are a beautiful girl..."
The latter complained with obvious dissatisfaction, and put the cold draft beer cup in his hand against his cheeks that were a little hot due to alcohol, looking more like a beautiful girl...
Although Shen Mengxi was not a good drinker, Shen Mengxi, who loved drinking, smiled at Wei Curcuma. When he showed off his face, even Wei Curcuma was a little surprised.
"Xinjianzhai, I'm sure you are welcome. It's better to say that our club welcomes all students. Hmm...it's just that the requirements and exams for joining the club are more difficult..."
Shen Mengxi burped softly, looking for some drowsy snacks to go with the wine. She reached out and touched some French fries on the table and came back.
"The so-called Heart Sword Studio does not mean that this club uses swords, but it takes the meaning of "use the heart as a sword and forge ahead". There have been many strong men in the past, such as "Ten years ago" Xuan Qing "Senior, another example is the founder of Xinjianzhai."
When he mentioned the founder, he put down the wine glass in his hand. The other seniors also stopped chatting and seemed to have great respect and admiration for the founder of Xinjianzhai.
"The founder of the Heart Sword Club is Mr. [Anger Control] when we were students."
"Control anger..."
Wei Zeshu seemed to have some impression. He had heard about it from the big shot in the execution department at the double selection meeting before.
"[Control Wrath] is the name of his sword. As for him... he is a first-class great supernatural power user."
"But he is not only a first-class swordsman, he is also an unparalleled first-class swordsman, the strongest swordsman in the world, the contemporary leader of swordsmanship, and the current director of the Executive Bureau."
Wei Zeshu didn't know what words to use to describe his shock. The title given to him by this Mr. [Anger Control] whom he had never met was really scary and could be vaguely compared to the words of praise for [Wind].
They are all dubbed the "strongest" and even "unparalleled in the world"!
"Swordsman...?"
"Yeah, Swordsman."
Senior Shen Mengxi returned to his original lazy look and took a big sip of draft beer. It seemed that just using this word could make him drink.
"The so-called swordsmen are a group of special beings who give up all their magic and soul pressure in exchange for shocking killing power."
"Every swordsman rises from the endless blood and iron, and embarks on the thorny road of Shura. The sword points to the strongest existence, and has long since disappeared in the peaceful era..."
"But there are always exceptions to everything. In the past ten years, an extremely rare genuine swordsman has appeared."
Shen Mengxi scratched his soft and dreamy light pink hair. It must be said that his appearance complemented the waterfall of pink hair, but his behavior and temperament were not pink at all. It can only be said that he was a A "great beauty".
"She is only a sophomore. Her name is Gongsun Minato, and she is also the current president of our club."
He nodded to Wei Curcuma, indicating that he would definitely hear about her legend in the future, and he would not be in a hurry to consider joining the society at that time.
"Although Heart Sword Club is special, it is not the only powerful club... At least there are a few clubs that are also very powerful. If it weren't for the sudden appearance of a swordsman president, it would actually be the only club among the northern clubs in the past ten years. It can guarantee that five will compete with three."
These words coming from the mouth of Shen Mengxi, the vice president of Xinjianzhai, are naturally very convincing.
"For example, um... the student union has been very strong in recent years, and the Jungle Sword Cultivator is also very powerful."
"Speaking of the Jungle Sword Society, this is a powerful society that is rising rapidly. The legendary [red-haired hero] was born in their society, and the current president is right in front of you."
Shen Mengxi took a sip of wine and pointed to the tall, short-haired senior with a scar on his face. The latter was putting a piece of barbecue on the oven with a focused and serious expression, seemingly turning a deaf ear to other things.
Wei Curcuma was very impressed by him, because his momentum and tall body were so eye-catching, and also because he had just served the wine and drank half a bottle of wine in one gulp. He was deeply impressed by his heroic drinking posture.
"Meng Junren, majoring in abnormal history, is the same major as you, so he is your direct senior."
"Hello."
The latter's facial lines were as if they were chiseled out of steel, and he pulled out a hard smile, with an aura as strong as steel that had been tempered thousands of times.
He stretched out his big calloused hand and shook Wei Curcuma's hand with warmth and strength.
