"They're either doing practice surveys or going to the dance party. Why don't you go, Garen?" Alexander raised his head from the thick documents and asked dryly.
"The practical survey has been done long ago. I'm not interested in the dance, but you, can you do it? Do you want me to help?" Garen put down his coffee cup and asked with concern.
"It's okay, it will be over soon." Alexander said this for the fourth time today.
beep beep
Garen's cell phone rang, interrupting what Alexander was about to say. He smiled at Garen and continued to work hard.
"Hello?"
Garen answered the phone from an unknown number.
"Garon? I'm Serena."
"Is it senior? What's the matter?" Garen lay down on the right side of the recliner to make himself more comfortable and let the sun shine on the left side of his body.
"I called you from the public phone in the agency. Do you have time this afternoon?" Serena hesitated.
"It's okay, I've been free recently." Alexander looked up at him sadly.
"Do you know? Since the last time you showed off your power in the society, they have called you the Golden Lion Gallon. Golden lion, isn't it cool? Many people say that when you move your hands, your hair flutters like a lion's. Mane, fierce and violent." Serena smiled coquettishly.
"It's really cool, but the club really isn't interesting, those people are so weak." Gallon was not polite, scratching the itchy spot on his face.
There was a faint creaking sound of clenched fists on the other end of the phone. Maybe Serena put the phone on speakerphone
The corner of Garen's mouth curled up, teasing these little guys was a part of life for fun.
"One can't beat you, so they can fight together." Serena said coquettishly, coquettishly in a tone that she couldn't believe. "Just come here, I will give you a mysterious reward when the time comes~~~"
Serena had already planned to lure Garen into the club first. This guy is so crazy, so crazy. With the coquettish and coquettish words in her mouth, Serena herself could hear the snapping of her teeth.
Even her father has never acted like a baby before!
"Okay, okay, I'll come over after dinner at six o'clock in the afternoon. Senior sister, you are so cute, haha" Garen laughed and disconnected the phone.
It's good to go there, the girl with amazing intuition last time is also a good seed, I haven't asked her name yet.
Garen rubbed his chin and glanced at the state of the Slaughtering Hand. This magic skill is not an ordinary abnormality.
The power itself is not very good, but it can absorb vitality and accumulate to a terrifying level. Exploding out is equivalent to bursting out the vitality of dozens or hundreds of people at once.
"But I don't have much life left now." Garen thought for a moment, took out his phone and sent a text message to the bald guys. Collect information about the existence of non-human beings.
Now that the bald head and others have entered the top mercenary circle, they also know some information about blood witches and have some channels of their own.
He has not tried to fully explode the strongest power of this magic art.
It's just that when I practiced my shots, I found that under the boost of the soul seed, the power of the magic kung fu became extremely terrifying, and it carried ice attribute damage.
"Although I still don't know if it's the secret weapon of life, but I can tell it's not the secret weapon of death. It's interesting." Gallon checked the status of the secret weapon column thoroughly before getting up and going back to his bedroom to change his body. clothing.
He piled up his change of clothes and threw them in a bucket.
"Going to the laundry? Take me a copy!" Alexander immediately raised his head and said hurriedly.
"OK."
Carrying the clothes buckets of the two of them together, Jia Longshi stepped out the door and walked down the corridor of the dormitory.
Most of the freshmen have gone out for activities, and the dormitory is quiet, only the sound of footsteps can be heard from a few rooms.
The white dormitory building looked a little empty.
clang. clang.
The bell of the distant minaret rang.
Garen carried the bucket out of the dormitory building, and turned right along the lawn. There was a small row of shops standing on the side of the path in front of him, standing alone between the lawns. Some students carried their clothes in and out from time to time.
This place is full of laundries. Although there are washing machines on every floor in the dormitory building, it is a pity that the equipment is relatively old. Maybe after waiting for more than half an hour, you can only get a pile of wet semi-finished products. In addition, some clothes cannot be washed in a washing machine.
Those softeners, brighteners and other things are rare to buy by myself, so I just take them out and wash them in the shop.
The students living in the dormitory are either paid by the public or from a good family, and they don't care about the money.
There was a simple bulletin board on the wall at the side of the laundry. Garen walked over and stood next to a few students to take a look.
On it is the information about renting houses outside the school. Some bulletin boards have been torn up with numbers, apparently someone rented them out. Renting a house off-campus is cheaper than on-campus, but the trouble is that the safety and distance are a little bit farther.
The farther the distance, the cheaper the rental price, but the farther away from the school, naturally all kinds of troubles will come out.
Casually glanced at the price on the bulletin, Garen turned around and checked the time on his phone, it was 1:32.
"It's still early, there is no class this afternoon, you can go around."
As soon as he thought of it, Garen began to wander around in all directions, centering on the dormitory building.
There is an area around the dormitory building, which is full of student dormitories, and then crossing a shop to the right is the student apartment building. The price is much more expensive than the dormitory, and it is also the place where many graduate students live.
Beyond that is the teacher's residential area, where there is a school bus waiting point, every hour, and the bus is on time.
Garen strolled around the school along the driveway. Along the way, he could see students and teachers in twos and threes standing in front of the stop sign waiting for the bus.
At noon, the sun is getting hotter and hotter, and some people are still holding things like ice cream popsicles, or various homemade drinks.
Most of the students were in a hurry, but there were also some leisurely ones like Garen, scurrying around the campus in slippers and wearing half pajamas.
When I walked to the edge of the minaret bell tower, there was a group of people with camera frames and cameras, who seemed to be taking wedding photos, and seemed to be filming a TV series. The director on the side shouted loudly to ask the passing students to pay attention to the camera. Like a newlywed couple, after a while, they will separate and have a drink.
After standing on the sidelines and watching for a while, Garen continued to walk along the campus road.
When passing by a large building like a white church, there is a bulletin board at the door: Professor Niconia’s lecture is about to begin—our lives. 3 p.m.—Repertory Theater Drama: Black Velvet.
Some students have already entered the church one after another, chatting and laughing. A couple of students were arguing on the sidelines, but Humo excitedly hugged each other after arguing. Some students passing by whistled. Even with the degree of openness of the university, it would be very courageous to openly play passion at the door of the professor's lecture that is about to start.
Garen looked around for a while with great interest before leaving.
After passing a small mangrove forest, there are several tea bars and cafes with dark brown exterior walls. Through the floor-to-ceiling glass, you can see the students sitting inside talking and chatting lively. Some people gesture excitedly. I don’t know. What are you doing.
A group of young men on bicycles passed by Garen wearing helmets, with earplugs in their ears.
"Forward, forward, forward!!!"
The young man who took the lead let go of the car and shouted.
It is against school rules to openly ride a fast bike in school, but apparently these young people don't care.
Garen and a few passing students gave way to the convoy, and did not continue to stroll until the group of people quickly left their field of vision.
The Garyville campus is a very old school. It is said that the school has a history of thousands of years. The campus has experienced several fires and reconstructions, which is longer than the founding history of the United States.
Gallon admired the clean and natural scenery of the campus, unknowingly followed the school road, left the campus of his dormitory, and passed through a large white and red arched stone gate. In front of him was a horizontal white road, and on the left was the library. District, on the right is an upward slope, and the road sign on the side of the road says "Treasure Animal Sanatorium".
After thinking about it, Garen turned left first, and followed the sparse crowd towards the library area.
After a while, a dark red building with a height of more than 30 meters appeared in front of his eyes, like a turtle lying on the ground. The entrance of the library is on the side of the 'turtle', and a simple cobblestone path connects the entrance and road.
There are also curved cobblestone paths on both sides of the library, some leading to the back of the library, and some winding around and extending towards the distance.
Garen stopped when he was 100 meters away from the library, and glanced at the roadside signs.
'Library No. 13-17 to the right'
'Library No. 18-22 to the left'
'Go straight to Library No. 4'
Pointing signs with three directional arrows stand at intersections.
Below is a white stone carved model of a book page, with an introduction to the Garyville Library District written on it.
The 22 Garyville Libraries have the largest collection of books in the United States, and are connected to the Nottington City Library network, so you can draw what you need from the library at any time.
The following is the establishment time of the library, the number of years of existence, and some famous people's deeds, such as who used to be in the library.
Scanning boredly, Garen didn't go in, but walked through the lawns and paths between the libraries. The densely packed libraries were like dark red stones inlaid on the green ground, and the branches were in this vast area.
In most of the in-between areas, you can see librarians walking around constantly pushing books. They are the managers of various libraries. They are responsible for returning the different books to each library. The library is taken out and sent to the conveyor belt.
In addition to Garen, there were also some international students running around on the lawn in between, some holding up their cameras to take pictures, and posing in various very happy poses.
(end of this chapter)