Greyhound is a long-distance commercial bus across cities in the United States. Traveling in the United States by Greyhound bus can be said to be more convenient and economical.
Old Tang followed the agreement and led Mingfei on the Greyhound. They decided on a random route. What they wanted was freedom. Every time the Greyhound bus arrived at a stop, it would stay for a while. The two of them drank wine and sang songs every day. Sing and enjoy the scenery along the way.
The two of them just thought about it, wherever they could go, and Lu Mingfei saw a lot of American cities and rural scenery.
"Okay, obviously, I will send it here." Old Tang chuckled.
The two are now located in a train station in Chicago. They have been wandering for more than a month, eating Greyhound and hot dogs every day. When they get tired of eating, they switch to McDonald's.
"Old Tang, you are so interesting." Lu Mingfei lightly hit Old Tang on the shoulder.
During this time, Old Tang really did what he was told online and took him traveling for so long.
"We are good brothers. I am not interesting enough, but who is interesting enough." Old Tang said proudly.
"Okay, then I will stop first. Please be careful on the road."
"Don't worry, I will." Old Tang waved his hand with his back to Lu Mingfei and left the train station.
"Oh, I've almost spent the money again. I have to take on another task to solve the problem of tight funds."
Lu Mingfei walked into the train station carrying a big box.
According to the itinerary given by Norma, he will take the CC1000 express train at the Chicago train station to Kassel College.
It's already June, so I'm enrolling early.
"Excuse me, do you know where the CC1000 express train is?" Lu Mingfei asked the person on duty.
"I've never heard of the express train you mentioned. You can check the train timetable." The person on duty replied.
Lu Mingfei looked carefully and found that there was indeed no such train.
"I guess this is Cassel's concealment method." Lu Mingfei thought to himself, "But why didn't anyone tell me? It seems that I have to ask my senior brother, he is the most reliable."
"One dollar, just one dollar." Suddenly someone behind Lu Mingfei said these words to him in English.
In the United States, this is a typical begging saying, asking for a dollar, and it is the same as the lotus falling sung by beggars in ancient China.
Lu Mingfei turned around and took a look at the beggar. The beggar was actually a tall and burly young man with a decent face. He was wearing a dark green plaid shirt and dragging pants that hadn't been washed or changed in an unknown amount of time. .
"hehe."
For someone so young and healthy to be a beggar, Lu Mingfei looked at him with disdain.
"Chinese?" The tall young man suddenly spoke fluent Chinese, "Don't look at me like that. I'm really not a beggar. I just lost my wallet."
Good guy, it’s not easy to be a beggar now. You have to learn multiple languages. Lu Mingfei calls him an expert.
Seeing that Lu Mingfei still looked unbelieving, he had no choice but to introduce himself:
"Fingel von Frins, I am actually a college student." As he spoke, Fingel took out his textbook from his satchel.
The textbook titles are in English mixed with Latin.
I have seen this way of writing on admission documents.
Then, Lu Mingfei asked in disbelief: "Kassel College?"
"Are you from Kassel too?" Fingel's eyes lit up, as if he had seen a long-lost relative.
Fingel walked directly to Lu Mingfei and patted him on the shoulder. He didn't feel like a stranger at all. "I am Fingel. I believe you have heard of my name, junior brother."
"No." Lu Mingfei answered simply.
"How is it possible!" Fingel looked shocked, "How come people don't know my name?"
"I'm a new student, my name is Lu Mingfei."
Although this person is very familiar to me, since he is also Cassel's senior brother, I should respect him a little bit, only a little bit.
"Awesome, I rarely hear of people enrolling in school early." Fingel clicked his tongue in surprise.
"So, junior brother, can you treat me to a hamburger and a Coke? I'm about to die!" Fingel had a painful expression on his face.
After a long time, Fingel sat on the bench, eating a hamburger and drinking Coke, one big gulp at a time.
"Junior brother, you are such a nice person. I will protect you when you go back to school." Fingel said to Lu Mingfei with a thankless expression on his face.
Lu Mingfei rolled his eyes. He ate and drank from me and told me that I was welcome. He was such an indifferent guy.
"So, senior brother, what grade are you in?" Lu Mingfei asked.
"Eighth grade."
"Pfft~" Lu Mingfei spat out the coke in one gulp.
This school is eight years old? The courses at Zhenyang Spiritual Arts Academy only last for six years!
"Junior brother, what the hell is that look on your face? I just repeated the grade for four years!" Fingel quickly explained.
"I was scared to death. It turns out I had to repeat the grade for four years." Lu Mingfei patted his chest.
"Senior brother, why hasn't the CC1000 express come yet?" Lu Mingfei asked.
They had been waiting for several hours.
"Maybe it's because our class is not high enough. Generally speaking, people with lower class can only wait for the bus. However, this bus is usually only available when school starts. The rest of the time, it is basically only accessible by helicopter."
"But today, I got information. I don't know why there is another train today. It must be for some important person, so I came here to ride on the bus." Fingel looked proud.
"What is class? Calculated by grade? Then shouldn't you have to wait?"
"Ahem, class is not calculated by grade. Although I used to have a high class, after four years of repeating the grade, I have become the bottom of the college, similar to a slave without human rights." Fingel said with a look on his face. Sad.
At night, only the two of them were left in the waiting room, and the two of them played poker out of boredom. This was Lin Yang's legacy to himself.
The sound of bells and train whistles came from a distance.
"The car is coming!"
After a while, a dark figure appeared at the ticket gate. It was a man wearing a dark green conductor uniform, shaking a small golden bell in his hand, holding a flashlight in one hand and a credit card machine in the other.
"CC1000 Express, passengers, please prepare to board. Passengers, please prepare to board." The conductor's voice echoed in the hall.
The guards in the hall seemed to have not noticed him at all and were fast asleep.
Lu Mingfei took out the ticket from his pocket, weighed his suitcase, and followed Fingel into the ticket gate.
"Hey, good evening." Fingel greeted the conductor and handed him the ticket.
The conductor crossed the ticket through the ticket validation machine and the green light came on.
"Hey, you're still in school. Why are you back from outside at this time?" the conductor asked.
"There's a little something going on outside." Fingel rubbed his hands.
