Mysterious journey

But soon, Mike pulled Gerardon to talk about Xi Qiuqiu, and quickly changed his seat to the position next to Garen.

"What a coincidence, we are together again." He sat down proudly opposite Garen. There used to be a young girl there.

"Yes, what a coincidence." Garen helplessly put on a "You can do it" expression.

The plane is a small one, with three seats on one side and two seats on the other, divided into two rows on the left and right sides. They happened to be in the three-seater position. Mike and Jela were sitting opposite Gallon. Outside them was the young girl who was replaced. She was a yellow-skinned oriental girl who looked very quiet. Wearing a black puff-sleeved shirt, a dark red knee-length skirt, and actually quite mature black stockings.

The two people on the right side of Gallon are an old couple. They are both gray-haired old people. They are estimated to be over sixty years old. They are actually getting on a plane and going out for a run at this age.

Speaking of which, Garen originally had a good habit of respecting the elderly and caring for the young, but now facing these two old people who are much younger than him, for some reason, he just doesn't feel any respect for the elderly.

When he thought that he was really much older than them, he only cared about the young and had no sense of respecting the elders. He just felt a little emotional. Every time he saw the frail appearance of the elderly, he would become more determined to move forward.

It doesn't matter if the body is old, but the scary thing is that the heart is old. If the heart is old, then it is really old. It is lifeless and has no hope anymore. It is just muddle along every day, with no motivation to move forward, no pursuit, and no vitality. , an aging mentality will further drive the aging of the body.

So Garen never feels old.

"Speaking of which, there are a lot of airplane students here." Mike couldn't stand still anymore and stood up frequently to look around. "They are all students who went to Nottington. Maybe many of them are our alumni!"

"You also went to school in Nottington?"

The oriental girl with black stockings on the far side suddenly asked. Her American spoken English is not very natural, a bit too standard, and every word is spoken in a very formal way. It sounds like someone suddenly speaks to you in Mandarin like a CCTV host in daily life, which is not ordinary awkward. Although the accent is pretty standard.

"Yeah...are you an international student? Are you from the East?" Mike was decisively happy. As a talkative person, the greatest happiness is that someone can answer his questions anytime and anywhere. "Your speaking skills are of good standard."

"Really? Thank you very much for your compliment." The girl immediately smiled and rolled her eyes. "My English name is Keli, what's your name?"

"Mike, my name is, this is my wife Jela, oh, don't hit me, I was wrong!" Mike was grabbed hard and finally pointed at Garen.

"That's Garen. He has been pursuing my wife for many years, but unfortunately I still won her over. Hahaha!! Ah!!!"

After another air strike on his thigh, Mike finally became honest.

The four of them exchanged names with each other and suddenly became much more familiar with each other.

Garen lazily leaned against the window of the plane, looking at the airport ground outside the round window, seemingly uninterested in talking.

On the other hand, Mike and Corrie were chatting happily. Corrie is a student at the Conservatory of Music, the Bloomington Conservatoire that Mike mentioned earlier. She is good at piano,

What makes Gallon happy is that Mike, the talkative one, finally has someone to restrain him. Keli, a girl from the East, obviously regards him as a brush for practicing his spoken English. She brags and chats with him vigorously. After the plane took off, the girl continued to work tirelessly. Talk to Mike.

Half an hour later, the girl became more energetic and paid no attention to the details of Mike's family life, although it was obvious that she was not interested in Mike, but just to try out word pronunciation in different fields.

After another half hour, Mike was completely intimidated and he felt like he could no longer love. It would be fine if the other party was chatting about a topic he was interested in, but the problem was that Keli would always say suddenly when he was blowing the most vigorously, I didn’t seem to understand what you just said.

Then the atmosphere turned cold.

Corrie's spoken English is very standard, but she has no experience with slang, which seriously affects Mike's talkative nature.

After asking Jera for help many times, his girlfriend decisively stepped in to replace Mike and started talking to Corrie.

Garen sat aside and occasionally stood up as a habit to scan the people around him. He still didn't see any blood vampires. It seemed that the town of Grandor was a magical and legendary place that only existed in movies and TV series. He left there. , the outside is just an ordinary ordinary world. There are no witches, no vampires, no vampires, just ordinary people.

In this environment, he almost doubted whether he had returned to the original earth without any extraordinary powers, as if he had returned to a period of life in which he had no special abilities.

He no longer paid attention to his attributes, nor his martial arts status, but truly regarded himself as an ordinary person again, just an ordinary passenger, an ordinary student, sitting on the plane heading to school.

This feeling almost made him lose it.

After more than an hour of chatting, the curtain finally came to an end and the plane was about to land.

The four of them were very familiar with each other at this time. Ke Li, an oriental girl who seemed to be going abroad for the first time, enthusiastically exchanged phone numbers and online KL contact information with the three of them, and agreed to call each other to confirm after getting off the plane.

Mike, who was already listless, seemed to have a certain phobia towards Corrie, but Jela had a very happy chat with her.

Although Gallon didn't speak much, he seemed to be more favored by Keli. Obviously, this restrained style is in line with the aesthetic concepts of Eastern people, although Gallon's neutral and beautiful face and figure played a big role.

After feeling a little stuffy in the ears, the plane vibrated slightly and finally landed.

After sliding for a while, it slowly stopped.

After connecting to the passage and opening the cabin door, the passengers stood up one after another. Many of the young people who were strangers on the plane were already relatively familiar with them. Apparently, they all got to know each other through chatting on the plane like Keli Gallon and others. There are two or three, all college students who come to Noddington to attend school.

Following the passage out of the cabin, the four of them formed a group, went downstairs to pick up their checked luggage, and then dragged it towards the exit square.

There are already many people holding different signs at the exit square in the airport to pick up the plane.

Gallon sent a text message to the person arranged by his mother not to pick him up. Then he glanced casually and saw the pick-up person at Galliville University. She was a dark-skinned young girl, probably a senior at the school. .

She did not stand in the most conspicuous place, but stood alone in the right corner holding the sign. A young white boy was already walking towards her.

Garen and Mike said goodbye and walked over there.

"Welcome to the new students! New handsome guys and beauties!" the dark-skinned girl shouted loudly towards Garen. "This is the pick-up point for Galliville. All new students, please follow me! Don't get lost. We have transfers!"

Behind Garen came some boys and girls in twos and threes. The tragedy was that apart from Garen, there seemed to be no other good-looking boys or girls. Among the more than ten people, eight of them wore glasses, and they didn’t know how to dress up at first glance. Type, the rest looks serious, and has a bookish aura more or less on his body.

"Every freshman is like this, isn't there still a good guy like this?" The white boy who went over first seemed to be a pick-up person, patting the dark-skinned girl on the shoulder with sympathy.

"well"

Then it was a simple team formation. After a group of people waited for a while, several more people came over one after another, all with the same nerdy appearance. It was not until there was no one left at all that the dark-skinned girl led the team out of the airport. .

No one spoke to each other along the way. Each of these freshmen was taciturn. Even if someone wanted to speak, they were suppressed by the silent atmosphere.

Galliville is a world-famous top medical and business school. It has the world's number one business school and a top ten medical school. Naturally, the scores required for admission are all top-notch. This is true for domestic students, not to mention foreign students. Many international students must first pass numerous tests at home and make breakthroughs before they can find the opportunity to come to this top university. Behind this is countless sweat and days and nights under the desk lamp. There are countless nights.

It can be said that no one in this group is good, and any one of them will be an absolute top academic. Perhaps some individual qualifications will have a series of national-level and international-level award-winning records for their peers.

Garen was able to enter this school so easily. In addition to his top-notch scores, he undoubtedly also gained some of his parents' halo.

His qualifications are among the least impressive of the bunch. The examiner who originally came to Galliville even just listened to him play the violin quietly, then looked at his results, and that was it. Then he went to have a drink with his father, Emma.

To sum it up, he is the standard tall, rich and handsome person among this group of people. He is not rich in terms of wealth, but in terms of knowledge and background.

After getting on the white bus, there was silence in the car.

More than a dozen pairs of glasses stared at the dark-skinned senior sister with white light, making her swallow what she originally wanted to say again, and she had to sit down in frustration.

The only sound along the way was the hum of cars.

Obviously not all freshmen like silence so much, but there is no doubt that this group of people may be like this.

Garen glanced at the boy on his left. He had a mustache and sunken eyes, looking like an AIDS patient in the late stages. He was very focused on playing with the small Rubik's Cube in his hand. It was a fourth-order Rubik's Cube, with 4x4 grids on one side.

The little Rubik's Cube in his hand would return to a single color for a while, and then be messed up into mixed colors again.

"Do you like the Rubik's Cube? Do you want to try it?" The boy glanced at Garen sideways, with a look of contempt in his eyes. In his opinion, most students who like to dress up and take care of themselves are just show-offs. Even if they can go to top universities, It won't do much.

After all, studying things like grooming and maintenance also requires energy and time. A person's time and energy are limited. If you spend more here, there will naturally be less. It is impossible to cover everything. Such people may be called because of their talent. He is an all-rounder, but when he reaches a higher level, he is just a mediocre person. He only knows a little bit better than ordinary people in every aspect.

"I've never played this before." Garen took the Rubik's Cube in his hand.

The Rubik's Cube that was already in a mess was turned left and right by him, twisted, and then clicked.

"Forehead"

Garen put the Rubik's cube broken into two sections back into the boy's hand.

"My hands are stronger. I'm sorry."

The boy blinked, glanced at Garen, then looked at the Rubik's Cube in his hand, and swallowed. He originally thought that the opponent would either solve the Rubik's Cube at high speed, be helpless, or think slowly.

The result was unexpected.

Garen was just careless. He turned around twice and just found some ideas. He immediately collapsed as soon as he exerted force.

He really didn't mean it, because he fell into the state of completely treating himself as an ordinary person. The moment he found his idea, he unconsciously exerted a little force.

Silently stuffing the Rubik's Cube back, neither of them knew what to say.

"It's okay. Maybe it's a little worn inside because I've been playing with it for a long time."

"Get off the car and I'll give you the same one."

"No need, I have many more like this." The boy put away the broken Rubik's Cube.

Then the two fell into silence again, neither knowing what to say. .