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

Chapter 17 Light Dreams
The hall was empty and quiet, with the whistling of the snowstorm outside the window.

"Can you dance?" The girl in the hall turned her head for no reason and asked suddenly.

"No, no." The little boy asked by the girl seemed a little cowardly, as if he had been asked similar questions countless times, but his answer was always the same.

"You won't be normal." The girl standing in the center of the hall showed a copy that should be like this, a natural expression: "You are Asian, I think the Asian girls here have short legs, and people with short legs certainly don't. Dance."

"You are Asian too."

The boy wanted to argue about something, but because his voice was too soft, the girl ignored him and said, "Then do you want to learn to dance?"

The boy froze for a moment and nodded subconsciously: "Think."

"I can teach you." The girl said, "I'm from the Soviet Union. All Soviet girls can dance ballet. This is genetic inheritance. We start from the mother's womb to rise, fall, rise, and fall."

"Why teach me? Why not... someone else?" the boy asked.

"Because I like stupid people." The girl said naturally: "It's not difficult to teach smart people, I will feel very unfulfilled, but if I can teach you, it will prove that I am smarter than smart people."

"Yeah." The boy didn't know what to say but nodded. He watched the girl rise, fall, and spin in the empty hall on her own. The lines of her arms and calves were as beautiful as oil paintings, and he couldn't help but whisper: "I Can you not learn ballet?"

The girl stopped dancing, her blond hair scattered behind her back, turned her head to look at him and asked, "Why? I know you are stupid, but I have the confidence to teach you."

"Ballet is a girl's dance," the boy whispered, hugging his legs.

"Oh, you're worried about that," the girl said, pacing forward. "Ballet is actually a good fit for you."

"Do you want to say I look like a girl?"

"No, I say ballet suits you because her meaning is very similar to yours."

"Meaning?"

The girl stood in the center of the empty hall, turned neatly, raised her long neck, looked down at the cowardly boy in the corner, and said softly, "Ballet is a dance that imitates swans, every dancer who rises and falls is a swan, and some swans are silent all their lives. , and will sing a song before death, I think the song before death of a swan who has never been sung will be especially sad and beautiful."

"You mean I'm going to die?"

"Everyone dies, it's just a matter of time."

Half of the boy's face was hidden in his clasped hands, and he looked at the girl in the center of the hall. The color of the pupils that looked down on him reflected the golden and blue of the hall.

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The vibration of the plane woke Lin Nian. He opened his eyes and saw long hair as gorgeous as gold. For a moment, he couldn't tell the difference between dream and reality. He couldn't help reaching out to touch the supple hair. Blonde, but someone around him suddenly slapped him on the back of his hand, bringing him back to reality.

"I want to play with my own hair." Lin Xian looked at the sleepy and confused Lin Nian and said, "Didn't you see how big his boyfriend is?"

Lin Nian looked up in a daze. He was sitting in the seat of the United Airlines flight, and a blond American girl was sitting not far ahead. The blonde he saw when he woke up was the girl's, and Sitting beside the girl was a big man who looked like a bodybuilding coach, who was wearing sports headphones and couldn't stop nodding to the rhythm.

A beep sounded in the cabin, and the sweet voice of the empty person on the flight told everyone that the plane encountered some airflow within a controllable range, and it was normal for vibrations to occur. Don't panic.

Lin Nian remembered that he and Lin Xian were sitting on a flight to Chicago International Airport. The journey lasted nearly 13 hours. Kassel College had a lot of money to book a first-class ticket for them. He couldn't bear the boredom of waiting and slept temporarily. past.

"Seeing that you slept soundly, I didn't help you to level the seat for fear of waking you up. Are you having a nightmare?" Lin Xian asked.

"No, it shouldn't be a nightmare." Lin Nian bent down and pressed his temples. The memory in the dream disappeared like the sun melting snow. He tried to remember, but it was like holding fine sand in his hand. The stroke vanished with the wind, until nothing was left when the hand was opened.

"Forget it if you can't remember it. Some people really can't remember what they dreamed when they dream." Lin Xian said.

Lin Nian glanced at Lin Xian sideways. It seemed that it was for the convenience of not getting caught in his hair when he got on the machine. Today, Lin Xian specially tied his hair up and tied it behind his back, and the black ponytail was smooth and soft.

Lin Xian noticed Lin Nian's eyes and raised his eyebrows: "If you want to touch it, just say it, the girl in front is unlikely to agree, but I still allow you to touch my hair."

"No, forget it." Lin Nian shook his head: "I don't have that hobby."

"Yes." Lin Xian said, "I still don't understand what hobbies do you have?"

Lin Nian couldn't help but rolled her eyes at her, sighed and said nothing.

"You woke up just in time, we'll be there in an hour." Lin Xian looked at the electronic watch on his wrist and said, "I set the time to Chicago time, it should be two o'clock in the afternoon when we arrive at the airport. You look like you haven't slept well, and you don't need to fall into the jet lag anymore, you fall asleep on your pillow at night."

"It's the most troublesome thing when we get there, you have to find the train." Lin Nian yawned: "I heard from Senior Sister Mandy that you shouldn't ask me to find the CC1000 express at the Chicago train station, because you can't find it on the timetable. , it's useless to find the train station attendant."

"Then where should we look?" Lin Xian frowned.

"Sister Mandy said she would let one of her seniors pick us up." Lin Nian recalled: "The name seems to be Fingal von Frings, sixth grade."

"Sixth grade? Does Cassel College have a high school?" Lin Xian asked in surprise.

"No, it's actually the fourth grade, but it's just a repeat of two years. It's a legend in the school." Lin Nian hesitated and said, "Sister Mandy said that he was the only one who was free to run errands in Chicago at the beginning of school to pick us up. After all, he is a fourth grader who has no classes and spends his days wandering around the school. It is said that he still owes the school a lot of money. Senior Sister Mandy gave him some benefits and then he covered the travel expenses and food expenses, and he was willing. Come to pick me up."

"It sounds very unreliable." Lin Xian's face showed a vigilant look.

"I think so too, but Senior Sister Mandy said that this senior is a close friend of Professor Manstein's, and he can be trusted. At least he won't lead us to dig coal in a black kiln." Lin Nian said.

"Finger Feng, Frings." Lin Xian repeated the name: "It sounds like a German? Will there be a language barrier?"

"Cassel College has implemented a Chinese school, and I have been studying for six years. How can I say Chinese?" Lin Nian hesitated.

"Did your senior sister say anything else to pay attention to?" Lin Xian asked.

"Yes." Lin Nian nodded: "She said that if this senior Fingal sincerely invited me to join the news department, and encouraged me to pay the entrance fee in advance, let me not be polite, just call the other party's face directly, and she will be responsible for it afterwards."

"Yeah." Lin Xian nodded thoughtfully, and seemed to have a better understanding of this senior Fingal.

(End of this chapter)