Lin Nian leaned on the back of the chair and gently smoothed the hair of the sleeping girl on his lap with his left thumb. He himself closed his eyes slightly and seemed to be resting while the music played in his ears made the car seem to shake.

He ignored it. His reaction was very abnormal, but anyone who knew Lin Nian and his usual personality would think it was abnormal.

Lin Nian is a member of the Discipline Committee at Kassel College. Manstein is the chairman of the committee and serves as a responsible professor. His style and habits are basically in line with the three outstanding students in Kassel. He is very concerned about the rectification of the school's school spirit.

It is obligatory to call someone of my generation.

If Lin Nian bumps into someone who is making noise like this at Kassel College, he will usually receive the first advice: "Don't be too noisy, there are other people resting nearby."

People who receive persuasion will usually be honest and obedient, but there are also some students who drink too much at night. In addition, it is dark at night and people who cannot see clearly choose to choke... and then when they wake up, they are in Fengji.

Squatting in the committee's small dark room (it's called a small dark room, but it's actually a well-equipped single-room dormitory, jokingly called a small dark room by students).

Lin Nian is very afraid of trouble, and it is precisely because of this that he is considered the best at solving troubles.

Xia Mi whistled, and Xia Wang, who was still running around the carriage not far away, ran back and sat on a chair. Villeva and Susie both sat up slightly and stopped whispering to discuss plans.

Both of them turned their heads and looked at Lu Mingfei at the end of the carriage.

Everyone except Lu Mingfei seemed to be aware of the abnormality, but they didn't make much movement... Oh, Fingel didn't notice anything. He was still dozing off, and he didn't know what he did after returning to the dormitory last night.

Lu Mingfei, who had practiced American pronunciation for a year or two and was a little nervous about speaking, seemed to be arguing with the black brothers. The leader of the black brothers covered his mouth with a red scarf in a very hygienic way, with dark eyes.

With an innocence that has not been contaminated by knowledge, he is looking at the Asian boy in front of him at a 45° angle that would make anyone look at a new house an expert.

Lu Mingfei was probably euphemistically saying that the music played by this group of black boys was a bit loud. Could you please turn it down a little or simply move a few steps forward and change cars. Anyway, there were basically no people on the subway in the morning, and there were empty cars everywhere in front of it (

In fact, Lu Mingfei misunderstood something. The purpose of people who carry radios and play music is not to listen to music, but to let others listen to his songs).

The leader, the black boy wearing a bloody scarf, struggled to identify Lu Mingfei's accented English. After understanding his meaning and request, he said "Ah", raised his hand and tapped Lu Mingfei with his index finger, and turned.

The first one looked at his companions with a smile on his face, and the others also laughed as if they had caught some funny point that Mingfei could not comprehend at all.

The short black boy carrying the radio pressed the radio button on his shoulder with his finger very knowingly, Mohu Rap automatically switched to the song, and the most classic hiphop beat sounded, followed by the continuous multi-note keyboard music and

The drum beat, the classic West Coast music "Still D.R.E" started.

The opening lyrics are:

Yeah nigga im still fu with ya(Yes we are still here)

Still waters run deep(calm)

...

As soon as the song started playing, Veleva in the carriage shook her head and sighed. She raised her hand to cover her forehead, probably guessing what would happen next. Susie on the side didn't react at all, as if she had anticipated this scene.

The few black guys over there seemed to have noticed that among the young people sitting in the carriage, the girls' looks were beyond imagination. The strong hormones and the unique publicity of young black people made them elbow to each other and exchange extreme words for a while.

After exaggerated pointing and encouraging expressions, he began to walk around Lu Mingfei and walked this way.

Xia Mi looked at the stall walking not far away with some surprise at the black man who clearly had bad intentions and was flirting and teasing him. She probably thought that this kind of situation would only happen in movies and TV series? Real people don't care.

Everyone should abide by the law. After all, this is an era of rule of law.

The subway that Lin Nian and the others were catching happened to be stuck on the first train in the morning. In fact, if they were more unlucky, they might even meet someone who was drunk or a drug addict who fell asleep on the street and woke up after being high while catching the train home.

Now I just met a few restless black guys wearing red scarves and I won the lottery. They were neither good nor bad. The average unlucky lady would be harassed and teased for a few minutes at most. If she couldn't help it, she got off the station early and wouldn't show up.

What a huge loss of personal property.

...This thought is that the real situation in Chicago is so universally bad. I feel that the exaggeration is obviously the cognitive difference caused by the different conditions at home and abroad. However, situations like this can happen everywhere, but they are especially common in big cities like Chicago.

, it is said that in the United States, you have to drive two blocks after 11 o'clock at night. Especially late at night and early in the morning, you can always encounter unexpected monsters and ghosts.

Just kidding, in a sinful city, it’s hard to say you’re a local unless you’re robbed twice. If you’re pretty, if you’re not followed and teased a few times, others may think it’s disrespect for your beauty.

Xia Mi lay on the chair and blinked at Chu Zihang. Chu Zihang didn't respond. She turned around and looked at the four or five black friends who were getting closer and closer behind her. Then she looked at Lin Nian and found that Lin Nian didn't know anything about it.

He didn't even raise his head and closed his eyes as if nothing was wrong.

...Looking at Lancelot next to him by the window, the vice-president of the Lionheart Club is obviously ready to make a move. With his upright and responsible character, under normal circumstances, he would have raised his hand to grab the black buddies before they could start a conversation.

His thick lips were torn off.

A few black guys started searching for enemies before they even got close. Their eyes first fell on the window seat not far away. The cold Russian girl looked sideways out of the car window without any reaction, just like a

It looks like a beautiful porcelain doll, but it's a pity that it didn't catch the eyes of the black brothers.

I should not mention that one thing worth mentioning about black friends is that they don’t pay much attention to childish aesthetics. Compared with Zero, who has no long hair, they are more inclined to target people like Veleva Helsinki in the back seat.

At first glance, she is a pure blonde beauty. Regardless of her appearance, her temperament and figure can make people whistle just by sitting there.

Veleva lay on the chair with her hands folded, looking at those eyes with a half-smile. This gesture seemed to send a friendly welcome signal to those people... But Susie sitting next to her caught a glimpse of this

A tactical blade with four edges was already rolling between the fingers of the smiling woman's right hand.

Susie turned her head slightly and looked at the black young men who were approaching. She was not interested in these young men with excess hormones and energy. What she was really interested in was to know whether the accompanying men would really let these young men go.

Will people come and disturb these weak women?

Everyone sitting in the seats did not react or speak. In the eyes of the black boys, they were obviously frightened by them. They did not even dare to say a word and could only close their eyes and pretend to sleep. This made them feel very majestic.

The intimidation and control of the same kind greatly stimulated and expanded their hormone secretion and self-esteem, making their walking steps more bumpy than usual.

The black boy who was leading the way and covered his face with a blood scarf came closer and suddenly stopped. He lowered his head and saw a pair of feet sticking out slightly in the aisle of the carriage. Then he looked sideways and saw that one side was following Su Xiaoqiang's hair.

Lin Nian resting with his eyes closed.

Maybe he felt that this Asian guy was a little disrespectful to him. Even though his group came over, he even forgot to put his feet back, so he decided to help Lin Nian put his feet back, and raised his legs just to be gentle.

He stepped on Lin Nian's shin to give him a warning.

Veleva took her right hand out of the embrace and was about to throw the blade between her fingers, but Susie grabbed her wrist and prevented her from actually throwing the blade. Veleva had taken the elective in the cold weapons class.

Cold weapon throwing can easily pierce a wooden board with nails. If she really throws this blade out with her technique, someone's lifted thigh will definitely break a tendon or artery, and they will be unable to walk for at least half a year.

Of course, it wasn't that Susie couldn't bear to see Veleva being so cruel, she simply felt that seeing blood might delay their boarding process. Regarding Lin Nian's matter, Susie felt that many people were quite irrational.

Lewa is considered a more serious group.

But now there was no need for Veleva to do anything extra. The leading black man who was raising his foot to step on it had not yet been able to lower his foot. Lu Mingfei, who was walking quickly behind him, deliberately pulled hard on his shoulder.

The whole person sat down on the ground with a "bang", and Meng Lie let out an "ouch" in pain.

The short man carrying the radio on his shoulder suddenly felt his shoulders lighten up. He turned around and was shocked to find that the Asian boy who had just come to negotiate with them actually turned around and ran towards the empty carriage in front of him with his radio in his hands. He was also running smoothly while running.

I broke off the magnetic card playing inside, and the loud and noisy music that was everywhere disappeared instantly.

Naturally, the next step was the classic F-words in the carriage. S-words were flying all over the sky. The firepower of several young black men was instantly diverted. Like angry bulls, they turned around and ran towards the carriage in front, as if Lu Mingfei had snatched them away.

It's not their radio but the only thing left in their family, their old mother.

"What's going on, what's going on." Fingel was suddenly awakened from his sleep by a series of yelling and yelling, and turned his head to look around.

Villeva curiously stuck her head out into the aisle to look at the situation in the car in front of her. Lancelot and Xia Mi also tilted their heads neatly and looked ahead. They were all curious about how Lu Mingfei was going to end this incident on the journey.

Farcical.

Lin Nian, who was sitting on the back of the chair, didn't even open his eyes. It seemed that after leaving the matter to Lu Mingfei, he didn't care about the next development at all.

"I'll go, what's going on, so exciting? Subway Mortal Kombat?"

Fingel also poked his head out, glanced at the scene of four or five people approaching each other in the car in front of him, clicked his tongue twice, stretched out his hand in the back seat and said: "For 20 dollars, bet whether our dear junior brother can do it by himself."

"He is an 'S' class, no one can suppress him." Su Qian said calmly.

"But he passed the line in the last fighting class, and the instructors politely suggested that he take the long-range sniper route in the future. Without using the cheating ability of 'Word Spirit', the mixed-race is the one with better physical fitness.

Ordinary people." Fingal said calmly.

"Then he is also a mixed race and cannot be compared to ordinary people." Susie shook her head as if she was not interested in this bet.

"Why don't we raise the bet, 50 dollars, and bet on whether he can do it before the gun goes off." Veleva suggested with a slight smile.

"Oh? Do those people have guns on them?" Xia Mi was a little surprised.

"Two guns, one in front of the left waist of the 'slender' one, and one in front of the front 'face-covering' waist." Lancelot pointed out the location of the two guns and used code names.

Code refers to the person holding a gun. When executing department operations, it is always customary to give the target a distinct code name to distinguish it.

"With five people, two guns, and three other people surrounding them, it's easy to pull out a gun." Vileva analyzed, "If you can't completely control the field immediately or figure out the attack route, even if you have

The experience specialist cannot guarantee that gunshots will not be heard."

"No, even if someone pulls out a gun, you may not be able to see the sound. Although these people look like gang members, they are still on the subway here, and there are surveillance cameras everywhere. There is a high chance that they only dare to draw their guns to scare people."

Lancelot stared at the front compartment where the conflict was gradually escalating and said.

"Then why not bet on whether he can solve the problem before someone pulls out a gun? That should be a bit difficult, right?" Veleva said, "The bet is $100, which is a bonus."

These people never took gang members with guns seriously.

"It's such a big deal?" Fingel sighed. It seemed that the people present were no less experienced in opening the market than he was, and the outcome of the gambling game was immediately raised to the unknown.

However, when it comes to things like opening the market, he has never been inferior to others, "OK, I'll take this one."

"Then I bet Lu Mingfei can handle it." Veleva slapped a 100-dollar bill into Fingel's hand, then looked at Susie and gave her a look, indicating that we might as well play together.

Susie was silent for a moment, then took out the banknote and handed it over, "I bet you can't."

Fingel happily collected the money, looked at Xia Mi and encouraged: "This opportunity is rare, I am the banker, and I will take the lead in buying a bet. The odds are now 2:1. Don't miss this opportunity, don't come back again, everyone."

Xia Mi seemed to be hesitant. 100 US dollars was enough for her to eat two or three Burger King meals. However, after thinking for a while, she opened her small bag and counted a few bills and threw them away. Then she whispered: "Brother Fingel."
To be continued...