Chapter 189 Susie Returns to School

Kassel, the python platform of the world.

Cc1000 train, Susie looked out the window at the familiar red leaf forest, she was back.

As the next beheader scheduled by the execution department, Susie's hidden level authority is much higher than the A-level on the surface. The Secret Party has allocated a considerable part of its resources to her to assist in the development of the "Sword Domain" A highly destructive word spirit.

In the foreseeable future, she will become the true sharp blade of the Camarilla, a knife that can cut everything.

The so-called knife only needs to be sharp. The person holding the knife is responsible for the thinking and judgment. After all, once the weapon starts to have thoughts, it will easily hurt the hand holding the knife. This is absolutely impossible for the Camarilla. Things to tolerate.

The arrogance and disobedience of orders in the last mission, if it were placed in the secret party a hundred years ago, would have been enough to send Susie to the mixed-race court and be executed under the witness of the Abrahamic blood contract.

However, it has to be said that the Secret Party is not the ruthless dragon-slaying organization after all.

The aristocratic and traditional Kassel campus has finally given this secret party a layer of tenderness, especially now that the head of the executive department is also a tenured professor in Kassel, considering that Susie, who is preparing to be the beheader, is still A student, and with Schneider's help covering up the circumstances, Susie's final sentence was three months of the Red Trial.

She no longer wanted to recall the content of the trial. Susie only knew that she would return to Kassel soon, where she could breathe freely and walk relaxedly, without having to tense up because she might lose her life at any time.

Although sometimes she feels that Kassel is really chaotic. Two student clubs are having a fight on the Freedom Day. There is literally a hail of bullets, and you have to be careful about sniper attacks. This is really what college students should do. Experienced life?

But what is gratifying is that the magazines of the young mixed-race elites are full of indestructible Frigga bullets. No matter how tragic the scene of the day of freedom is, in the end it is just a matter of sleeping.

Susie thought so.

After all, her student rights were temporarily frozen during the past three months, and she could not log in to the Night Watch forum. The information about Freedom Day was limited to a sandbox deduction at the end of the last semester. The real winner is not even known until now. Who is it, Lionheart Club or Student Union.

Putting down the barley tea to warm her hands, she picked up the oak suitcase and got out of the car.

"Welcome back to Kassel."

The conductor rang the bell, smiled and cut it on the ticket.

"I really don't understand what those old guys are thinking. It's the 21st century and they still use such an ancient way of checking tickets."

He muttered and handed the remaining ticket stub to Susie.

"Here, good luck in your studies and prosperous martial arts."

Susie was a little confused after taking the ticket stub.

Her beautiful chestnut eyes blinked.

"Prosperous military fortune?"

"Oh, it looks like you haven't followed the forum for a while."

The flight attendant's breath when he spoke spread into small mushrooms one after another in the early morning of five o'clock, and they looked like white ghosts in anime. However, even if they were ghosts, judging from this guy's tone, he must be that bad-tempered. A cute and smiling ghost.

"Everyone in the school is working hard to practice martial arts."

"so good."

The flight attendant's index finger held the key, shaking it and jingling.

"Well, speaking of which, I really want to go back and practice martial arts with Mr. Assistant. I heard you can become very powerful."

I heard strange words again.

Mr. Teaching Assistant...

Also, practicing martial arts?

Susie frowned.

I always find it super weird to see a handsome foreign guy with blond hair and blue eyes smiling and saying, "It's great to practice martial arts."

"Oh, junior sister, are you originally from the Lion Heart Club?"

The flight attendant noticed Susie's brooch.

His attitude suddenly became enthusiastic.

"The Lion Heart Club is so wonderful."

As he said this, he hurriedly touched his pocket.

"Um, I'm sorry, can I do you a favor?"

"I have a classmate from the executive department who wants the signature of the teaching assistant. But unfortunately, he has been accompanying penguins in Antarctica for the past few years and will never come back. You also know the signature of the teaching assistant in Kassel It’s hard to get, although I probably have one, but it’s part of my collection, so how can I give it to others.”

He rambled on a lot, which made Susie look confused. She understood that he wanted an autograph, but who was this teaching assistant?

Except for matters related to the president, this girl has always been resolute, just like her fighting style, like a thunderous strike, there is no way to avoid it.

"Let me ask, who is the teaching assistant you are talking about..."

"Oh found it!"

The flight attendant looked relieved.

"Very good."

He solemnly handed a photo to Susie.

Above is a girl wrapped in a crotch. She is holding a fat penguin flapping its wings, smiling with a row of shiny teeth.

"It's silly, isn't it?"

The flight attendant said this, feeling a little strangely smug.

The whistle suddenly sounded.

The flight attendant woke up from a dream. He looked at the clock on the carriage in a panic, trembled, then muttered "it's about to open" and "it's about to open", turned around and ran inside.

"etc!"

Susie waved the photo.

"The teaching assistant you are talking about..."

"Oh, right!"

The steward poked his head out of the car window, held his hat with one hand, and smiled brightly at her.

Have you finally remembered...

Susie breathed a sigh of relief.

"I hope you can follow in the footsteps of Mr. Assistant and embark on the path of martial arts!"

The flight attendant gave a thumbs up, his eight teeth shining brightly.

"come on!"

Susie:......

Cc1000 train rumbled into action.

The old wheels collided with the track, making a "clang, dang, dang," sound.

"Really."

Susie held down the hem of her skirt that was blown by the wind caused by the moving train.

"It's not like we haven't said who the teaching assistant is until the end."

She looked down at the girl holding the penguin in the photo.

"Sign...?"

"Forget it. Anyway, just ask someone and they will definitely know."

"Mr. Teaching Assistant, Mr. Teaching Assistant..."

Saying this, Susie walked towards Kassel.

Speaking of martial arts, she immediately thought of that boy.

Lu Mingfei, S-level, is also the president’s junior student.

I heard that he teaches martial arts in the Children's Palace.

The flight attendant said that there are many people practicing martial arts in Kassel. Is it because of him?

But Mr. Teaching Assistant, since he is a teaching assistant, no matter how powerful that boy is, he is only a freshman. It is too exaggerated to suddenly become a teaching assistant or something.

Susie stood at the school gate of Kassel at 5:13 in the morning.

After being inspected by the doorman, she saw Lancelot.

However, after not seeing each other for several months, can a person change so much?

Susie held her luggage in both hands and hesitated.

She looked at the boy wearing a white Tang suit and mille-layer cloth shoes with suspicion.

To be honest, it’s really strange for a foreigner to dress up like this.

What's even more strange is that this foreigner is still shaking his head with his eyes closed. Susie, who is of A-level descent, has very good hearing and can barely hear some "Zhi Hu Zhe Ye" fragments.

Did she think she was in the wrong place?

"

Just as Susie was about to go back and ask the uncle at the school gate, the strange foreign friend spoke.

"Hello, Susie."

Lancelot smiled and clasped his fists.

"Welcome back."

Susie silently retracted the hand she subconsciously extended.

Something is wrong.

Something must be wrong.

Forget about wearing a Tang suit, when did the two people change their greeting from "shaking hands" to "holding fists" when they meet?

She suspected that she was not back in Kassel, but a thousand years ago. If foreigners spoke Chinese, it must be the Tang Dynasty.

"Let's go, do you want to go back to the dormitory or the Lionheart Club first?"

Lancelot came to pick up her luggage, Susie stepped aside, and the boy shrugged and led the way.

"Where's the president?"

Susie asked.

"Well, President..."

Lancelot's expression was a little subtle, and he turned his gaze without any trace.

"This seems to be doing something very important. I don't know how to describe it specifically. Anyway, you'll know after you see it for yourself."

Susie glanced at him suspiciously.

Didn’t she just leave for the summer vacation?

Why has Cassel become so strange?

Neither of them spoke for a while.

They walked on the quiet Kassel campus in the early morning. The dewdrops on the grass blades reflected the profiles of boys and girls. The leaves trembled slightly, and the dewdrops fell down.

Susie quickly put these messy questions behind her.

She was immersed in the deserted campus alleys.

The air seemed to be filled with the ink fragrance of books.

Of course there is also the familiar smell of roasted pork knuckle.

Although when she first heard that the signature dish in the cafeteria was roasted pork knuckle, Susie, who comes from the Far Eastern country rich in delicious food, felt for the first time how lucky she was to live in China.

But it had been a year since Susie ate in the canteen every day, and she had become more or less accustomed to the taste of roasted pork knuckles.

She still remembered the posts she had seen on the Night Watch forum. After graduation, the seniors who went on missions all over the world talked about the most talked about thing, which was neither a professor in Kassel nor a former classmate. It was actually a person in the cafeteria. Roasted pork knuckles are available all year round.

No matter how many years you are a graduate, whether you are a Lionheart or a student union, no matter which country you are from.

As long as I say "Let's go, I'll treat you to a piece of elbow", then we are good brothers and good sisters, just a little bit worse than life and death.

Susie wanted to go to the cafeteria.

And at this point, there should be very few people in the cafeteria.

It’s not even half past five, and no matter how self-disciplined a student is, he must still be in bed. After all, whether in the West or the East, all legends about dragons describe this magical creature as having a habit of falling asleep, and even having a good sleep. Sleep with him for hundreds of years.

Hybrids who have inherited dragon blood naturally have the characteristic of lethargy. Speaking of which, Susie also saw it in the files of the Lion Heart Society. Kassel more than ten years ago was very different from now. The students are all elites who train or fight all day long. The special forces soldiers have to give a thumbs up when they come over.

But despite this, their daily training time also starts at seven o'clock. It's not that it can't be earlier, but it doesn't matter if they get up at five or six o'clock occasionally. If they keep doing this, the hybrids will raise their battle flags to resist.

As for now, since the young master of the Gattuso family entered school, Cassel's painting style has become increasingly strange.

Thinking of the scene of Caesar pouring champagne into the swimming pool, Susie couldn't help but laugh. This is really a place where wine and meat are served. With such a leader, students can still get up early. It's really...

Susie and Lancelot stood still.

Lines of students roared past them.

The beautiful boys and girls with good faces were dressed in uniform white training uniforms, similar in style to Tang suits. They ignited their golden eyes and ran towards the dragons with the momentum of charging.

Susie watched their figures silently.

Lancelot gave the leading boy a thumbs up.

"Michelle, a few laps."

"58, haha, our student union's goal today is two hundred!"

"Two hundred, just watch, our Lionheart Club will not lose!"

Lancelot shook his fist vigorously.

Michelle looked back.

"Everyone, work harder. I'll run 300 laps today. I won't have breakfast until I finish!"

"oh!"

The students responded with great enthusiasm.

"Three hundred laps, thank you for what he said, don't eat breakfast when I see it, we can have lunch and dinner together."

Lancelot shook his head.

"That's right, don't overestimate your own capabilities, don't overestimate your abilities."

He looked at Susie.

“Is this idiom appropriate to use here?”

"Um."

What else could Susie say but nod?

Oh my God, what happened to Kassel during her absence!

Instead of being lethargic, the mixed-race students got up early in the morning to run and exercise...

Well, no.

Susie couldn't find the exact words to describe it.

It is obvious that the word "exercise" is obviously biased.

After all, no one would run there with golden eyes on and say it was for exercise.

It's as outrageous as someone playing games with golden eyes.

If nothing else, the handle will break.

Susie followed Lancelot to the bedroom with a heavy heart.

Along the way she saw many incomprehensible pictures.

For example, young mixed-race students stood on the lawn holding a thread-bound book, shaking their heads and mumbling.

Even so, the sound of reading aloud spread to Susie's ears along the morning wind.

It is no longer as simple as the whole world speaking Chinese.

The whole world is learning classical Chinese.

"What are they doing?"

Susie asked doubtfully.

"Learn Chinese characters."

said Lancelot.

"No, I mean, why do they study classical Chinese?"

"Oh, this."

Lancelot smiled lightly.

"Of course it's to understand the secrets of martial arts."

Susie:......

She glanced at her classmate and fellow Lionheart Club complicatedly.

Martial arts secrets?

Are all liars so rampant now?

He even dared to lie to Cassel.

And it looks like a lot of people have been tricked by this posture.

Susie became more and more curious about what had happened to Cassel during her absence.

I originally wanted to ask Lancelot, but looking at the way he muttered words occasionally along the way, he was obviously very poisoned. After thinking about it, I decided to forget it and go find the president. Susie felt that with the president’s IQ, he would definitely not be able to ask him. Fallen for this scam.

Oh, and Kai...

Kai…Caesar.

Susie looked at the boy standing in front of the student square in silence, punching the boy with a serious look.

Coincidentally, a red sun slowly rose.

Thousands of sunshine are shining on the world.

Just listen to the exciting music coming from the radio.

This is the bell that is usually used to wake up students.

Usually a symphony by Mozart or Chopin.

But this is not business as usual.

Just listen to a man full of energy singing this way.

"Arrogant and arrogant, laughing at thousands of waves, hot-blooded and hot than the red sun!"