Dragon: I am writing your destiny

"Forget it, call him whatever you want, let's just call him Old Nun."

Fingel was helpless, and said: "He lives in Paris. He used to be a scribe and an alchemist. He is the only person in historical records who made the 'Philosopher's Stone'."

"This old mud sounds very attractive." Gu Chen said.

"What old mud, old Ni!" Fingel rolled his eyes, "When he was copying the lone manuscript, he found a manuscript of alchemy, and that book recorded the grammar of Dragon Wen. After learning Dragon Wen, After the secret, he did not pass it on to others, but summed up 76 obscure dragon texts, and only passed down these dragon texts, which are all the dragon texts we can decipher at present."

Gu Chen made it clear, "So there are only 76 questions at most? And maybe you have a question bank?"

"Smart! Not maybe, but definitely." Fingel said with a smile, "You should know the way the exam questions are written, right?"

Gu Chen shook his head.

"Why don't you know anything?" Fingel frowned, "Then how can you be a teacher?"

Gu Chen was surprised: "Do I still need to teach them this kind of basic knowledge?"

"Uh, that's true." Fingal scratched his head, "Well, when you enter the examination room, they will only give you a blank piece of paper and a pencil, without any prompts. They will play the dragon-chanting Wen’s recording, for the blood of the dragon race, the dragon’s text will resonate with the spirit, thus producing a ‘spiritual vision’ effect. The dragon’s text is a kind of hieroglyph, and you will see incredible sights.”

"for example?"

"It varies from person to person. It's often messy lines, entangled snakes, overgrown plants, etc. You just record what you see."

"It just so happens that I'm good at drawing."

Hearing Gu Chen's words, Fingel seemed to have been prepared, and took out a piece of white paper folded several times from his trouser pocket, with half a pencil wrapped in it.

It's just that he didn't give it to Gu Chen, but unfolded the paper himself and started to draw a sketch, but the page was torn as soon as he wrote.

"Do you want to touch your back?" Fingel asked awkwardly.

Gu Chen turned his body sideways, and then this guy quickly drew a sketch.

The bright moonlight seems to be prepared for this moment, the pencil lines outline an abstract painting, and countless waves overlap, looking like an ocean from a distance.

"The judge is Norma. She will analyze your drawing in detail and look for the dragon text in it." Fingel said: "This is one of the exam questions I drew back then."

Gu Chen rubbed his chin, "Then your question bank is quite extensive."

The 76 paintings plus various variants extended from this, if he had to memorize it by force, it would be better not to pretend to be a showdown.

"Don't worry, let me reveal the ultimate mystery to you now!" Fingel grinned, his white teeth gleaming, "The biggest flaw of the 3e exam is that they recycle old test papers."

"so?"

"There are only eight sets of test papers in total, which are recycled every eight years and never changed."

"..."

Gu Chen sized this guy up for a long time.

"What's the matter?" Fingel thought that he had made a mistake, or that the suspicious guy had made a mistake again.

"Are you sure you're not fooling me?" Gu Chen looked suspicious, "This is simply Cheng Yaojin's three tricks, as if it was specially prepared for you."

"What do you mean?" Fingel was puzzled.

"So that you can fool the new students like this." Gu Zhen said, "Isn't it an exaggeration to say that you get rich?"

"...That wouldn't make me wait for eight years, would it? Could it be that fate made me cheat for the Dragon King?" Fingel was annoyed.

Gu Chen actually thought about it seriously.

Fingel swallowed, "Anyway, this year's exam questions are exactly the same as the year I entered school. If you don't take advantage of this..."

His tone seemed indifferent, but his eyes kept sneaking to the side.

"Five hundred." Gu Chen said.

"One thousand!" Fingel said decisively.

"Zimbabwe dollars?"

"Brother, I'm also running a small business, so I'm taking risks! If something happens, I really have to sleep at the station!" Fingel's excited expression seemed like no one in the world could understand him.

"What happened?"

"Absolutely not!" As soon as Fingel heard that there was a door, his chest immediately slapped loudly.

Gu Chen shook his phone, "The money has been transferred to you."

"You won't regret this decision tonight!" Fingel smiled as stupidly as Lu Mingfei, "I already knew that my eight years of hard work were not in vain, and I finally exchanged knowledge for money for the first time!"

"Where is Lu Mingfei?"

"Don't worry, how could I treat my junior badly?" Fingel said righteously.

Gu Chen shook his head, took the crumpled and torn "Ghost Painting Talisman", got up and strolled towards the apartment.

When he walked a little further, Fingel, who had been watching his back, tilted his head, pulling his hair as if in distress.

"It does look silly and cute, why do you always find it strange?"

But he immediately ran happily into the dormitory building, because there is still a fool waiting for him, tonight's supper is finally settled~

Then in the middle of the night, the night watchman forum was flooded with new posts again.

"Madden!Mysterious bathrobe male night party Fingal? ! "

"Outrageous!Why is the new teacher like this? "

"Down!What did the two of them do in secret?Why was he so rippling when he left? "

There are always students who occasionally walk up to the balcony and see the scene downstairs. When they see that it is the most talked-about college no.

Fingel, who returned to the dormitory, was grinding his back molars, and directed the younger brothers of the news department to search for the iron hammers hidden behind these ids.

Lu Mingfei hugged the quilt on the bed and laughed.

……

The next day.

Classroom on the second floor of the library.

Gu Chen looked around and made sure that he did not go to the wrong place, so he opened the door and went in.The first thing I saw was a pair of long legs in tight jeans dangling by the lecture table, and a pair of purple-gold Mary Jane shoes with ten centimeters high heels.

"Why are you here?" Nuonuo was very puzzled.

"I was notified by a text message." Gu Chen said.

"I mean, why did you come to Kassel College?" Nuonuo tapped his chest with his fingers, "A new teacher in social practice?"

When she said this, other freshmen in the classroom who were also taking the exam all looked over, obviously they had heard about him in the forum last night.

However, there are always a small number of people who look at the so-called college teachers, and most of them use this to look at the bright and tall senior sister.

Gu Chen adjusted his glasses and smiled, "No talent, it's just me."

The corner of Nuonuo's mouth twitched, "Did you dress up specially today?"

Gu Chen put on his coat properly today, so the suit and leather shoes combined with his gentle and harmless appearance, he looks like a gentle and considerate teacher.

"I have no choice but to make a good first impression on the children." He said, "It's not like someone who sits at a desk in public and doesn't talk about it, and doesn't lift his ass when he sees the teacher."

Nuonuo looked over dangerously.

Gu Chen tilted his head to the side, implying clearly.

Nuonuo jumped down from the desk with a sneer, approached, and lowered her voice, "I am the invigilator for this exam!"

She seemed to be speaking through her teeth, implying a threat, and because of her height, she stood on tiptoe, and Gu Chen could even smell the faint fragrance coming from her body.

It belonged to girls, it was clean and pure, and it wanted people to swallow it directly without chewing it.Familiarity from time immemorial, in the classroom of this fortress-like college, at this moment, permeates around him.

Gu Chen narrowed his eyes gradually, and licked his roof.

Who knows who opened the curtains, and the bright sunshine suddenly poured down, melting the cold light from the glasses.

Nuonuo was still close to his ear, and shivered for no reason at the right time.