"It seems that there is no CC1000 express train on the train table."

Shen Zifan compared the tickets and the train schedule several times, confirming that the problem was not due to his own eyesight.

"Well, our college location is a bit off. This train is only open to school personnel and will not be displayed here." Finger reminded.

"A little bit off?" Shen Zifan asked questions about the word.

"Uh...a little bit...in the deep mountains."

"hehe."

Well, it's really only a billion points!

Shen Zifan now doubts whether these people are trying every means to trick themselves into the Middle East or this college is simply an abnormal human research center, which serious college will be built in such an isolated place!

"The professor applied for this time period to start for you. He always seemed very tolerant of talented academystics above A. Otherwise, God would know when to go. Those with low class have no human rights! Anyway, since I entered the fourth grade, I have never seen it on time!"

Finger explained to Shen Zifan and complained that Professor Guderian led them to the VIP channel. Compared with the noisy environment in the waiting hall, there were almost no people in the VIP area.

The conductor in the dark green uniform was waiting at the ticket gate. Professor Guderian slapped his forehead and handed Shen Zifan a magnetic card ticket. The dark background was dotted with silver patterns, and the patterns outlined the lush giant trees, echoing Kassel's school emblem.

"Class?" Shen Zifan captured an important word, "So what is the S-class, A-class that you talk about? Do you also have the Indian caste system?"

"If you understand this way, it's actually similar. S-level is equivalent to Brahmins, A-level is equivalent to Kshatriya and well-deserved royal relatives or nobles. The BCD downwards is similar to Vaishya and Shudra." Finger followed Shen Zifan's topic.

"What about you, senior brother?" Shen Zifan said curiously.

"I... used to be one of the nobles." Finger stammered.

"What's the point now?" Shen Zifan broke the casserole and asked to the end.

"Now? The college has no corresponding level that matches him. If the college determines that the F-level is finalized, he may not even be considered a pariah or a serf. He can only be considered a mule that pulls the mill!" Professor Guderian looked at Finger with a look of regret.

Although he is just his temporary tutor, he has not successfully been named Professor of Lifelong Glory. This guy has to pay at least half the responsibility!

No, at least two-thirds!

However, when his eyes turned to Shen Zifan again, his face changed and smiled. He liked it no matter how he looked at it, and liked it no matter how he looked at it!

Two eyes, one nose and one mouth are just right. Hey, it’s not too much, it’s so handsome!

Several people followed the conductor into the platform one by one. The streamlined body shone with a black luster under the headlights, and the silver-white patterns formed a series of vines to decorate it, which made Shen Zifan think of the artwork tailor-made for the nobles in the Middle Ages in the books.

What is even more surprising is that there was a figure standing at the front of the platform. It was a young man with dark hair wearing sunglasses and a black casual outfit. The young man was wearing long strips tied with nylon ropes and bandages behind his back. It looked either a long stick or a long knife, but it could not be some kind of musical instrument.

Shen Zifan's eyes lit up. The young man not far away stood there like a handicraft sculpture portrayed to the extreme of reality, which was the ultimate quietness from the inside out.

Shen Zifan had a premonition that the young man must be carrying a knife! He couldn't be more sensitive to the feeling of swords.

The young man seemed to feel something and turned to look at everyone. To be precise, he was not looking at the three people he already knew, and his eyes immediately met Shen Zifan.

If the atmosphere at this time is to be described in one word, it should be that the king will not see the king.

The two eyes were intertwined invisibly in the air through the sunglasses. Shen Zifan seemed to be able to see the other party's golden pupils through the sunglasses. The young man also stared at Shen Zifan's left eye and the big black umbrella hanging on his arm.

"Chu Zihang, why are you here?!" Finger took a step forward and accidentally stopped the collision of the two people's eyes in the void.

"Chu Zihang...is he Chu Zihang?"

This is not the first time Shen Zifan has heard of this name. Wright has mentioned the name "Chu Zihang" to him more than once. It seems that the other party has just entered school. And whenever Wright mentions this name, he will use the word "monster" to describe it in his words.

"I just completed an S-level mission and am preparing to report back to the academy." Chu Zihang's tone and expression were exactly the same as cold, like a robot.

"S-level mission?! You have only been in the academy for less than two weeks. Schneider's madman actually asked you to complete the S-level mission?" Professor Guderian was like a furry cat, and he was really shocked.

At this time, a car door slid open, and the conductor signaled everyone to enter the car in time.

After seeing the carriage, Shen Zifan could only describe it in two words: exquisite and gorgeous. Victorian-style patterned wallpaper wrapped around the four walls, and the sound of silver wind chimes hanging on the windowsill was extremely crisp. The touch of the leather sofa and the pure hand-embroidered gold thread embroidered on it made people feel unbearable to sit in.

At this time, Professor Guderian took out a dark green suit and gave it to Shen Zifan from somewhere, and opened the dark rose red collar. The school uniform fits his body very well, and the white lining also has a very soft touch, which means that the World Tree School emblem of Cassel College is tattooed on the chest pocket.

What Shen Zifan most unexpected was that Professor Guderian asked him to look at the cuffs carefully. Shen Zifan opened the inside of the cuff and saw the name of dark green needlework, Michelle M. Shen.

"Damn it! How did you find out about this very rustic English name my English teacher gave me half-forcedly?" Shen Zifan was really shocked.

Wright, who was standing beside him, scratched his head embarrassedly. As the specialist who recruited Shen Zifan's mission, he found the name and reported it to him. He is the well-deserved culprit!

Shen Zifan and the other two changed into school uniforms and sat on the same table. On the rubber table, there was a steaming chocolate milkshake that was attractive enough, but his eyes always floated involuntarily to Chu Zihang, who was separated from him and had a seat.

In the silent boy, he seemed to see his own shadow.

Finger said rightly, they all have the strongest sense of loneliness.

"Go and say hello, it's a good thing to make friends at the college." Professor Guderian encouraged.

Shen Zifan nodded. Without hesitation, he walked straight to Chu Zihang and stretched out his right hand.

"Hello, classmate Chu Zihang, my name is Shen Zifan."

"Hello, classmate Shen Zifan, my name is Chu Zihang."

The two opening remarks that seemed to be copy-paste were so stupid that they could not be foolish. The awkward atmosphere made the three of Guderians on the side feel suffocated.
Chapter completed!