Lanjue Middle School Principal’s Office.

Although the principal was indeed sitting in the main seat, in terms of aura, the foreign old man who was drinking tea in the guest room was obviously more like the host, and Shen Zifan stood aside.

"The bottom of the tea leaves is bright and slightly dark, with a brown leaf fragrance, a strong aroma and a mellow taste. The principal is very interested in the best Wuyi Rock Tea." Guderian praised, and the entire office was filled with a strong tea fragrance at this time.

Wuyi Rock Tea has a more resounding folk name - Dahongpao, which is a precious tea that costs one gram per gold in the true sense. At this time, Professor Guderian's cup was covered with a layer.

"I am a professor-level figure. I didn't expect to know so much about the tea culture here!" Principal Lan Jue Middle School was bleeding but still wanted to laugh.

"The professor's Chinese is too fluent. If it weren't for your eye-catching Western appearance, I would have thought you were our local!"

Professor Guderian put the porcelain cup in gold-edged aside, and his eyes lit up, "Is it really that good? I studied with CCTV News Network. You should know that our principal of Kassel is an old man who loves and advocates Chinese culture very much!"

Listening to Professor Guderian's description, Shen Zifan and Principal Lan Jue Middle School both had the image of an old Western scholar in their minds: the old man sat in a wheelchair with blankets on his legs, and his turbid eyes behind his glasses were full of wisdom. He spoke in a Western tone and said: Oh, I love China!

"So we don't need to take the IELTS and TOEFL exam to join us. We all speak Chinese!" Professor Guderian looked at Shen Zifan next to him, his eyes full of hope.

Shen Zifan also understood why the old professor in front of him, who didn't know whether he was called Goodmoning or something, favored him in class. It turned out that he also came from that Kassel.

I said that I chose a special enrollment student, but the goal is actually to myself. Fortunately, the students in the classroom were excited when they heard about the special enrollment quota, like silver-backed gorillas fighting for the right to court.

"Professor, Is it too hasty to confirm the special recruitment quota based on just one question?" asked the principal of Lan Jue Middle School tentatively.

"Is it a hasty? I may be more in line with our principal. He is a representative figure of the word "spoken"!" Guderian looked at Shen Zifan and said with a firm tone: "And I think Shen Zifan is very suitable, very suitable. I have never seen a child better than him!"

Shen Zifan thought to himself that Cassel's professors are cheated in such a way. When he heard this, he would definitely not only say it to him!

The old principal of Lanjue Middle School looked at Shen Zifan, with a trace of worry in his eyes. He leaned his head in Professor Guderian's ear and whispered: "Actually, I don't look down on this child. Shen Zifan's cultural and physical education grades are excellent, but this child's situation may be a bit... different."

Professor Guderian raised his eyebrows, "Different? Why is it different?"

"This child has no parents and doesn't usually interact with others. I'm worried that he will be uncomfortable when he goes abroad." The old principal sighed, "The most important thing is that it should be difficult for him to afford the expensive tuition fees of your school."

"What do I think it's!" Professor Guderian breathed a sigh of relief, "In our Kassel College, it's not a problem that can be solved. Not only do I have to admit Shen Zifan, I also have to allocate a scholarship of US$36,000 per year from my name, which is enough to complete four years of college."

"I will also help him apply for a special scholarship for the principal. If he still has the idea of ​​staying in Cassel for further studies, we will also bear the cost!"

"How many?" Hearing this amazing number, Shen Zifan and the old principal said in unison.

To be honest, Shen Zifan has never seen such an amount of money in his life, not to mention that the unit of measurement is still US dollars, is it worth it? As for it?

"Is it worth it? As for it?" the old principal asked Shen Zifan's thoughts. If the other party had no identity certificate and had indeed found the information of the professor on Kassel's official website, he would have doubted whether this was an old liar who emerged from somewhere.

"Of course it's worth it! It's so much!" Goodrian was even more excited than the two who heard the generous and attractive admission conditions.

"I can sign and seal the letter on the spot. Shen Zifan, our Kassel College, is determined to win!"

Shen Zifan looked at this old man who was a little disregarded by his image. At this moment, he was not like a professor with honor at all, but was more like a trafficker who tricked people into the UAE to dig oil!

"But I still have to ask the parties involved about their opinions. Are you willing to come to Shen Zifan?"

Shen Zifan looked at the old principal who was furiously winking and Professor Guderian, who seemed to be proposing deeply and waiting for the bride to say the three words "I do".

"I'm considering..."

"I heard you seem to be more interested in kendo and so on. We have several kendo courses here and even ancient martial arts courses for you to choose from."

"I do!"

...

At dusk, the flowing clouds are like a sun-chasing goddess wearing golden gauze to chase the sun. She borrows the last glory from the sun before the night and then throws it into the world with luxury and selflessness, roof tiles, big trees, pedestrians... the entire earth is bathed in the golden warmth.

After Shen Zifan confirmed that the water, electricity and gas in the house were closed, he saw that the house with a head of more than 30 square meters was nothing worth worrying about.

It is said that it is home, but in fact he has always lived alone. It may be more appropriate to describe it as a house.

All I need to bring is a thousand dollars I saved up in scattered pieces, a few clothes and documents for changing clothes, and a big black umbrella that was inseparable from my arms.

"Are you all ready?" Professor Guderian and Wright waited patiently at the entrance of the old community, looking at Shen Zifan's backpack.

"There is another very important thing." Shen Zifan walked towards the alley not far away with a bag of brand new ham sausages.

Professor Guderian and Wright were a little puzzled and could only follow Shen Zifan around the streets, and then they suddenly realized.

In the alleys, Shen Zifan was doing repetitive things and saying repetitive things.

He bent down and caressed every stray cat in every alley. He would peel a ham and put it on the ground every time, which was a farewell gift.

The young man said:

"I'm sorry, I may not be able to see you for a long time."

The boy's tone was full of patience and apology, and the kitten licked his arms and cheeks as if responding and comforting.

At the entrance of the alley, Wright quipped: "This guy is really caring. Professor, why don't you blame Shen Zifan for wasting your time reading this time? Hum? Professor?"

The question has not been answered for a long time. Wright turned around and looked at Professor Guderian, who was still looking at Shen Zifan in the distance.

The boy holding the cat smiled happily in the sunset, and the old man over 50 years old burst into tears.

In the dusk, Shen Zifan bid farewell to every one of his "good friends".

On Monday, September 29, 2008, Shen Zifan, a young man who had never walked out of the small town, carried a big black umbrella that depended on him to a foreign land thousands of miles away.
Chapter completed!