"So, Kassel College is really a mental hospital?!"

Shen Zifan looked at the blank test paper and pencil in front of him. He couldn't think about it because this scene was like throwing the mentally ill patient to be tested in a claustrophobic space for a few hours, watching what kind of fantastic content he would paint on the white paper every once in a while, so as to observe his mental journey.

Are you really mentally ill?

There is no possibility!

I remember Senior Brother Finger seemed to say that Professor Guderian and Professor Manstein both had mental history, so will a man in a white coat come in and bow and apologize to himself: "Sorry, my patient came out again this time to cause trouble for you!"

What a matter!

At this time, the broadcasting system in the corner actually began to play a melodious classical music, which was one of the few medieval classical music that Shen Zifan knew, Beethoven's "Symphony of C Minor" and also known as "Symphony of Destiny".

"Is this the same routine as the English listening test? Play classical music first to soothe your nerves and clear up the distracting thoughts in your mind?" Shen Zifan remembered the dark time he couldn't help but receive the exam-oriented education.

Shen Zifan was expecting the classical music to come to an abrupt end, and then the familiar words "There is the audition time below" sounded. After that, he should judge from the conversation between the girl and the boy that today is the week, and then choose one from Monday, Tuesday, Friday and Sunday.

But the music did not stop. The sound quality of the Cassel Academy speakers was really good and they were completely excellent. When Shen Zifan closed his eyes, he even felt that there was a piano standing in front of him, and Beethoven sat on it solo for himself.

So do you want to make a score for this classical music score? Should you use a simplified score or a simple score?

Forget it, he doesn’t know how to memorize rotely in junior high school and high school, so he doesn’t require any skills to master such subjects of interest.

Kassel Academy shouldn't be a music school. Neither Finger nor Wright look like guys who can play with elegant instruments. Their elbows, pizza and copper odors in their minds are a complete defilement of every note!

The only instrument that Shen Zifan thought of matching those two guys was probably the suona - but no one would invite two blonde foreigners to play the suona early in the morning at the entrance of the village. If the people in the coffin knew about it, they would not leave with peace of mind.

So this piece of music is a bgm for dragon slaying? It means that whenever a master fights with a dragon, the atmosphere will be rendered tragic and desolate. The master of dragon slaying takes a step forward while stepping on every note beat, his body swings rhythmically, and fighting the dragon happily or angrily in the music he is satisfied with?

So who chose Beethoven's classical music for himself? Can Shen Zifan afford such world-renowned music? This famous song with style and charm is sure not to be left to Italian aristocrats like Caesar for exclusive bgm for dragon-slaying bgm?

It was so boring that Shen Zifan held up a pencil and drew portraits of Chu Zihang, Finger and Wright on paper.

He felt that his painting skills had made great progress.

Of course, if he didn't say anything, no one knew that he was painting three humans, and everyone would only think that he might have painted three deformed baboons that had been mutated by radiation.

The first baboon has black hair and is extremely paralyzed; the second baboon is strong and has messy hair; the third baboon is thin and has rich expressions. Apart from that, the three baboons are no different, and they are obviously raised in a zoo.

The Symphony of Destiny was played to the climax. The music seemed to be slapped on the huge waves on the reefs. Every wave was filled with strong wind and thunder. Shen Zifan listened carefully. The music seemed to be mixed with dark and unclear summoning sounds, and someone was calling him!

"Have you come to me?"

A dreamlike whisper echoed in his ears, and Shen Zifan was shocked to turn around.

"Have you come to me?"

The green vines wrapped around the windowsill, and the colored glass folded window was half-closed. Next to the windowsill, there were fresh and tender green new leaves hanging from the branches that stretched out from somewhere. Another one leaned against the window and asked softly at himself.

Shen Zifan looked down at his feet and was standing up the bluestone staircase. The staircase was made up of giant blue bricks, and green rattan-like vegetation passed through the gaps. The floating clouds dragged the blue bricks, and then down there was an endless sea of ​​white clouds. Another person looked at himself in the building at the clouds, as if he was very happy to be able to come.

"What are you doing here?" Shen Zifan couldn't help asking.

"Waiting for you." Another self smiled warmly. He was a little happy, but there was sadness hidden deeper.

...

"It should be fine, I don't have to go in, right?" Instructor Masashi Toyama looked nervous and stood outside the door with a box in his face.

"Logically speaking, he could definitely hold on. He acted this morning..." Professor Manstein almost stopped the car and almost blurted out Shen Zifan's morning test situation.

"In short, his psychological quality is excellent. Professor Guderian mentioned to me that when he saw the portrait of the Black Dragon Emperor on the CC1000 train, he began to have a spiritual vision reaction?" Manstein also liked to touch his big bald head when he was thinking.

"Yes, Professor Guderian and I also said it." Teacher Masashi Toyama echoed.

"What was your first 'spiritual vision'?" asked Professor Manstein.

"When my mother died, a shadow took her soul and they disappeared together." Nuonuo's expressionless face seemed to have completely let go of her mother's death a long time ago.

Spirit vision seems to be commonplace for this red-haired witch girl.

"Is there such a strong sense of reality? Many people may be unable to hold on when they see some messy lines and some weird notes." Professor Manstein seemed a little surprised.

"Yes, what I saw was very real. I remembered the person who took my mother's soul from head to toe very clearly, and I saw that face clearly." Nuonuo looked at the closed door where Shen Zifan was taking the exam and said this.

...

"Do you have a name?"

Through a windowsill, Shen Zifan stood at the end of the boundless stone staircase and asked another self in the window.

"Yes, but I don't like my name."

"What do I call you?"

"Call me 'Sen', I like this word." The young man named himself "Sen" caressed the branches and leaves next to the windowsill, as gentle as stroking his baby in his cradle.

"It sounds nice." Shen Zifan nodded, and he didn't know what to say for a moment.
Chapter completed!