As the train stopped, a dark figure appeared at the empty ticket gate. It was a man wearing a dark green conductor uniform, shaking a small golden bell in his hand, with a golden conductor badge on his hat, and holding a credit card machine in one hand.
At this time, around eight or nine o'clock in the evening, the flow of people at the Chicago train station was still very large, but with so many people, not one of them laid their eyes on the classically dressed conductor, and the occasional glances seemed to see There was a ball of air, as if only Mo Qiuran and others could see him in this huge train station.
"The school forum is about to explode. Everyone is discussing the matter of recruiting freshmen to solve the pure-blood dragon clan," the conductor said with some respect as he took the ticket handed over by Mo Qiuran, "I seem to be witnessing The beginning of a legend.”
"Thank you for the compliment." Mo Qiuran said
"Thank you for the compliment." Fingel also said.
"Oh, I'm not talking about you Fingel... Well, in a sense, you are considered a legend. I think you were an 'A' when I picked you up. What level are you at now?" the conductor said. ask.
"It's a 'D' now," Fingel shrugged. "I heard that it will be dropped to an E next semester...but it doesn't matter. I am a man who has a beginning and an end, and I will never give up easily!"
"I'm looking forward to it," the conductor said. "It's a blessing to see familiar faces every year, isn't it?"
"It's like you're cursing me."
"No, I really look forward to you being able to create an unprecedented legend... Maybe one day the school will create a new grade for you alone? What's the lowest now? F? The next one is G?”
As he spoke, he put Mo Qiuran's card on the ticket validation machine, and a green light flashed and cheerful music sounded.
"It's okay, just keep on pioneering, and I will become S in a dozen years." Fingel is extremely optimistic.
"Why can't anyone else see us?" Mo Qiuran asked, "No one even seems to care about this train?"
"This is the effect of his voice, reducing his sense of presence." Fingel replied.
"Such a large scope? The bloodline level must be very high, right?" Mo Qiuran raised his eyebrows.
"Of course not, I'm just a B-class. I can do it because of the alchemy matrix carried on this train, but it can only last for a while," the conductor shook his head and said, "But it's enough. This is enough to make this train The Chicago government-approved feeder train avoids the phenomenon of mistaken boarding, because this train goes directly to Cassel College, and if ordinary people go there, they may have a little trouble."
"I understand," Mo Qiuran said thoughtfully, "Isn't this similar to the seven and three-quarters platform setting in Harry Potter?"
"It's very similar, so the college conducted a special investigation because of this, and finally found out that it was a misunderstanding." The conductor said and took the tickets from Chu Zihang and Fingel and swiped them again, and played cheerful music and a weak cry respectively. Toot toot".
"This kind of differentiated treatment at the class level is really reflected in all aspects. I think music sounded when I swiped my card back then." Finger said with a sad face.
"Isn't it enough to graduate early?" the conductor asked.
"So I'm struggling hard for credits..." Finger lamented.
"Come on, I wish you success as soon as possible, but I'm sure I'll be able to see you again in September." The conductor encouraged him perfunctorily.
The three of them followed the conductor onto the platform and saw the high-speed train. Behind the dazzling headlights was a streamlined black body. Dazzling silver-white vine-like patterns spread out on the black paint. It was as gorgeous as a work of art. It looked exactly like the magnetic truck ticket they had in their hands before. There was a familiar figure standing outside the only sliding door - it was the principal.
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"Norma arranged the time after you got off the plane, and found that the time it took to deal with the pure-blood dragon was only half an hour... Instead, it took three hours in the steak shop." The principal said Two cups of fragrant tea were handed to Mo Qiuran and Chu Zihang, "Try it? My old friend in China gave me the tea during the New Year."
Separated by an oak table, Mo Qiuran, Chu Zihang and the principal sat across from each other. The train was speeding through the dark night, but there was almost no sound inside, not even small vibrations. The carriage was decorated in a typical European style. , the dark green sofa is embroidered with gold thread, and the walls are covered with various artistic patterns, revealing luxury in a low-key manner.
"Thank you, principal. There is an old saying in China that food is the first priority for the people." Mo Qiuran took the tea and drank it in one gulp, sighing, "I ate too much meat just now and I said it was a bit greasy. This cup Tea is just in time.”
Chu Zihang took a sip of tea and nodded silently. His current character is ____ (fill in the blank).
"I don't mean anything else, I'm just curious." The principal didn't pay attention to Chu Zihang's actions. During this period, he fully understood the two of them through the information provided by Norma and the communication with Professor Schneider. Naturally, he already knew about Chu Zihang. He has a taciturn character, and Mo Qiuran...
To be honest, this is the first time the principal has heard such comments from Professor Schneider.
"This is because we have an excellent sense of being a migrant worker." Mo Qiuran replied.
"Working consciousness?" The principal was stunned.
"Yes, of course, as a part-time worker, you want to be able to go to work and have a long time to get off work. But as an excellent part-time worker, we cannot just miss work, so we can only finish what we need to do as soon as possible." Mo Qiuran said seriously. He explained carefully, "Isn't the goal of Kassel College just to slay the dragon? To slay the dragon is to go to work, eat, or get off work, so I have to kill the dragon quickly before I can get off work!"
"...It makes sense." The principal said hesitantly. Why did this sound like there was nothing wrong with it but felt that there was something strange about it?
"That makes sense!" Mo Qiuran nodded, and then asked curiously, "Principal, I heard Professor Schneider say before that this is the pure-blood dragon clan?"
"Yes." When the principal answered, he suddenly remembered what Professor Schneider had said to him - "He is always able to say something that is unexpected and shocking."
"So, is it such a small one?" Disappointment appeared on Mo Qiuran's face, "Is there a bigger one? One that won't turn into a human?"
"Why do you ask such a question?" the principal wondered.
"Because after I heard that dragons exist in the world, I wanted to try what dragon meat tastes like. But if this dragon can turn into a human, even if it only looks like it on the surface, it will feel a bit weird. I have no desire anymore." Mo Qiuran looked very melancholy.
headmaster:"……"
