"Delete all your posts immediately! Also, don't sell my photos to those girls at high prices anymore!"

Lu Chen warned sternly.

In fact, he is not the kind of person who would be angry when his photos were leaked. After all, he has no concept of portrait rights. On the contrary, so many people like his photos, and he is a little... secretly happy?

Ahem...he is only eighteen years old, so he will inevitably have normal vanity.

It's just that he felt a little uncomfortable with Fingel's commercialization of this matter, which made him seem like a cheap person and even asked people to pay ten times the price to buy it. Isn't this deceiving his female classmates?

Lu Chen also couldn't figure it out. Is there something wrong with Miranla's brain, or is her family rich, so she actually asked for a thousand times the price for a tattered photo.

"Junior brother, as someone who has been through this, I want to say that you can't make such hasty conclusions about this kind of thing. For example, you haven't asked me what our turnover is these days."

Fingel suddenly looked mature and solemn, not to mention, it was really a bit bluffing.

At least Lu Chen was stunned for a moment, and asked out of nowhere: "How much?"

"3360$, this is the result of me selling each series of albums for only 1$."

Fingel calmly spit out a number.

Lu Chen was silent. His night snack with Fingel cost only 100-200$ every day. Although he had a big appetite, the "takeaway" price of Cassel College was indeed not high. The main reason for the price was that they would also pay for it.

Open two bottles of wine.

"Junior brother, don't worry, I've transferred the bulk to your student card. Senior brother, I, as a distributor, can't get some subsidies anyway."

Seeing that Lu Chen didn't speak, Fingel continued to persuade: "Junior brother, think about it, you can order more in the future, and it's okay to try some higher-end drinks."

Lu Chen's eyes changed, and he thought to himself: Could it be that the martial god of my generation did not rely on his fists to make a living in another world, but would rely on selling his sex to make a living?

Thinking about the money he spent using his card in the past two days, it was probably from "fans", he thought, isn't this just a soft meal!?

But... After thinking about the supper tonight, the Black Forest ham, paired with the red wine he couldn't name...

"Senior brother, you can sell it, but don't raise the price."

In the end, Lu Chen turned his head and turned over, meaning that he was going to sleep and would not pursue further.

"Hey, junior brother, it takes a lot of skill for a man to make a living. I think back then, your senior brother and I were also a generation of Elvis Presley, and I even released an album. Didn't the junior sisters who admire me also buy it?"

Fingel opened the unfinished bottle of red wine on the bedside with a pop and took a sip.

"Don't feel guilty about the high prices before. You may not know it not long after you came to the academy. Those junior sisters are all rich. They are all corrupt capitalism. Just like that little fan of yours in the Lion Heart Society, her family is in

One of the most powerful plutocrats in France, let alone spending a thousand dollars to buy your photo, even if it were doubled ten times, it would only be the change of this young lady."

As he said this, Fingel shook the empty wine bottle in his hand and said, "Junior brother, if you follow her, we won't drink this anymore. The five major wineries come in every day, and we want which year we want! Isn't this right?

Do we have a dream!?"

"Senior brother, that is your dream."

Lu Chen turned over and was a little speechless. Senior Brother Fingel could always refresh his understanding of the word lower limit.

"Junior brother, you are young and don't know the fragrance of soft rice. You mistakenly use your youth to plant rice seedlings! Your senior brother and I just didn't take advantage of the opportunity when I had it."

Fingel looked very regretful.

"Forget it, let's not talk about this. Senior brother, do you know about the war practice class?"

Lu Chen was interrupted by Fingel and was not in the mood to rest, so he directly changed the subject and asked what he was concerned about.

"War practice class? Are you going to be assigned overseas?"

Fingel also put away the smile on his face and became serious.

"Not yet, but the principal told me about it this morning. I guess it may be coming soon. Senior brother, why don't you tell me the precautions for going on missions so that you can be prepared."

Fingel sat upright on the bed and faced Lu Chen, "Junior brother, war practice class is an inevitable experience in freshman year. The time is usually uncertain, but in fact there are various tasks that need to be handled around the world every day. If the principal said so

, maybe there will be a task suitable for you soon."

"What types are they?"

Lu Chen was worried that it would be the type of investigation and visit, which would be boring and troublesome. He just wanted to meet a strong enemy and kill him happily.

"Usually the war practice classes in the freshman year are relatively simple. Like the time you were discovered by the academy, the students who participated in that mission were at least B-level, which is considered the more difficult war practice class. The others are mostly investigation and assistance classes.

Task."

"But I saw Senior Sister Lutitia and the others were outside looking out."

"That's right. We are still students. Are we going to let you fight with a dangerous hybrid for the first time? It is said to be a war practice class, but it is just to let us experience the atmosphere of the execution department. Let us see the blood and let you

Understand that dragon slaying is no joke."

"But, senior brother, you want to say that there are always exceptions, right?"

Lu Chen looked at Fingel's increasingly serious expression and knew that the other person had something to say.

"That's right, like your time, if it weren't for you being a variable and that dangerous hybrid broke out from the cinema, the students outside would have had to fight in an encounter. In other words, the war practice class is not entirely for you to go to the theater.

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With that, Fingel added: "And what I just said is common sense that is only applicable to freshmen below A level. According to my experience in the academy for many years, the war practice class for A level students in their freshman year is

It won't be simple, and the possibility of encountering actual combat is extremely high, and some of the students will even die in the first mission."

Lu Chen was silent. This was his first impression of this college. At that time, he saw a group of men in black jumping out of a helicopter, like a small army stepping onto the battlefield. How could there not be people dying on the battlefield?

A-level students are also elites in Kassel Academy, but the academy does not treat them as flowers in a greenhouse. Instead, they are thrown into the furnace and quenched into swords with clear cold light.

"So, senior brother, will my first war practice class encounter any dangerous actual combat?"

"Junior brother, why are your eyes shining when you say this... After hearing what I just said, shouldn't a normal person tremble and throw himself into the arms of senior brother and say, 'Senior brother, I'm so scared, I don't want to go.'"

In a similar way?"

Fingel was speechless when he saw the excitement on Lu Chen's face that could not be concealed.

"Senior brother, you are off topic. Do I have to show that I am scared to death to make you happy?"

What Lu Chen couldn't bear the most was Fingel's nonsense.

"That's not true. Not being afraid is of course a good thing. It means it's easier for you to survive in the face of danger. After all, I don't want to lose my good roommate, Junior Brother."
Chapter completed!