Rarely affectionate

Two years later.

New Haven, Connecticut.

"Welcome to Yale. Weinviteyoutovisitusatanytime—inpersonorthroughthissite—andexplorethelifeofourcampus..."

President Levin's welcome speech echoed in the auditorium of Yale University for a long time.As the applause started and receded, there was also buzzing discussion among the students under the high platform...

Yale University is an absolute aristocratic school, and every bit of life here reveals a strong sense of hierarchical differentiation.The high tuition fee of an average of 80.00 U.S. dollars per year—law, medicine, life sciences and other disciplines will be even higher—has drawn a deep moat for students from middle and lower families, and those who are lucky enough to step into this institution of higher learning 07% of the students are from noble families. Since [-], this percentage has declined due to various reasons, but it has not damaged Yale's reputation as a "noble school".

Yale continues to this day to rank students by their origins rather than their grades.The children of wealthy aristocrats headed by the presidential family are ranked at the forefront of the college, the children of clergy and Yale graduates are in the middle, and students from middle-class families, small businessmen, and ordinary labor families are ranked at the bottom.This ranking has been made when students are admitted, and it not only affects their seat arrangement at the opening ceremony, but also affects their classroom seats, transcripts, restaurant seats, and their graduate list. s position.

In Yale University, which attaches great importance to the will of professors, this ranking will undoubtedly have a profound impact on professors' evaluation of students.

It can be said that the internal differentiation of Yale University is equivalent to the division of privileges in American society, and the children of nobles have the greatest privileges here.

"Yalestudents are reamous for forming and shaping their irownclubsandorganizations.Morethan240studentorganizationsnowexist..."

A slender black-haired boy gently pushed open the side door of the auditorium, and walked towards the front corner seat closest to him against the wall.The beam of light before the door was closed reflected on his silhouette, every inch of the line was as graceful as if carved from marble.

The simple but exquisite linen white shirt and black trousers wrapped his body between a teenager and a young man, and the black leather shoes stepped on the ground lightly, trying not to make any sound.His skin is particularly white, his eyes and hair are pure black, and the black and white color scheme of his whole body is extremely plain and simple, but it is undoubtedly very beautiful.

Two years have left a clear mark on Lang Bai.His whole body was raised by three inches, the contours of his face became deeper and more refined, and his accent changed from raw to hoarse, with an attractive magnetic tone.When he talked and laughed with his friends in the school cafeteria, he often attracted many white girls to smile boldly at him.

It's already a little late.Lang Bai grabbed his schoolbag, walked quickly across the front desk full of professors, walked along the wall to an empty seat at the end of the second row of seats and sat down.He nodded politely to the students sitting next to him, which was the only closest seat he could find.

It's all due to the crowded parking lot on the first day of school, the early morning traffic congestion in New Haven, and the driver's license he just got yesterday...

"Sorry," the flaxen-haired young Caucasian man sitting next to him tapped his table with his knuckles, his movements were obviously arrogant and distant, "Oriental, I think your seat should be at the back—far back. "

Lang Bai put the bag on the table, "NO."

"Can't you understand what I'm saying? There's no place for you here. You don't have sea there!"

This seat does not simply refer to a seat.At Yale University, where grades and origins are valued, seating at the commencement ceremony is based on the importance of the student's family.The students sitting in the first few rows undoubtedly come from famous families--presidential and politician families, oil tycoons, investment giants, heirs to big business, and so on.

A small seat represents the origin of the student and his status in the student body in the next few years.

Lang Bai stared at the lecture seats at the front desk without looking sideways, and the corner of his mouth moved slightly, "NO."

The flaxen-haired youth was enraged, "Occupy the Skull and Bones member's seat, you want to court death, Oriental?"

The small dispute caused two rows of students around to look here.

You can clearly see the difference in the clothes of the students in the front row and the students in the back row.The people in the first two rows are mostly dressed in formal suits, silk ties and gold cufflinks, and they are meticulously dressed.In contrast, Langbai's shirt and trousers look very plain—or, in other words, seem too quiet.

"It's an overseas student," said a white girl in a small dress in the first row, raising her chin.

"Our little Ike has been challenged!" The boy next to her laughed.

"Ike, hurry up and clean up our area! Our student representative Ross Thorne is going to speak soon!"

The flaxen-haired young man called Ike turned around and faced Lang Bai.At this time, the expression on his face was very familiar. When he was young, the servants of the Yuan family who mentioned the young master's background would often show such an expression.But in recent years, no one in the Yuan family dared to talk about such life-threatening topics anymore.

Before our classmate Ike could open his mouth, Lang Bai suddenly took the schoolbag off the table with a big movement, and opened the cover of the schoolbag.Only the neighbor sitting next to him can see clearly from this angle. As long as Ike lowers his eyes a little, he can see that there are no books or computers in Lang Bai’s bulging schoolbag—there are two miniature submachine gun holders stuffed in there. And the chamber, a one-man mortar shell, some disassembled gun parts, and a small Type 77.

An unattractive schoolbag, but it is a box of samples for arms trade.

Before Ike closed his long mouth, he suddenly felt that the important part of his lower body was being pressed against by something hard and cold...

"Shut up. Sit down. Keep silent." Lang Bai said flatly against his ear, "Otherwise I'll blow your little brother up."

Ike Khan rained down.

The slender barrel of the Type 77 pressed against his vital organ with a strong, mechanical threat.

The black-haired boy had a flat face and calm eyes.But there is no doubt that in such a prestigious institution, some oriental students come from dangerous, powerful, ancient families that have lasted for hundreds of years...

"OK, OK, hold your gun steady, hold it steady..." Ike sat back tremblingly.

Lang Bai retracted Form 77 with a blank face.

At this moment, a hand suddenly reached out and firmly grasped the hand holding the gun.Lang Bai stared at the big bronze hand on his wrist for a while, then slowly moved his gaze upwards, and saw a tall young white man in a black suit standing in the aisle beside him, with cold blue eyes stared at him.

Some students in the back row secretly looked over, but quickly averted their eyes.

There were a few students in the middle of the front row smiling, as if looking at them with great anticipation.The eyes of these people are shining with the light of watching the show, but obviously, that kind of eyes can not be called kindness...

"This kind of thing is very dangerous." The man in the suit removed the gun from Lang Bai's hand in an orderly manner, "When you are at school, don't take it out of your schoolbag easily."

"... Next, we invite our student representative, Mr. Rose Thorne, to come on stage and deliver his welcome speech!"

Amid the applause, the man put the gun in his own suit pocket, then turned and walked up to the lecture seat... Lang Bai watched him go away, then looked down at his empty hands, and sneered.

Langbai had stayed in New York for two years before, and he had heard of the surname Rosethorne.The underworld family, who was born as a gangster in New York, after several generations of hard work, started to climb up bit by bit from a low-level organization that collected protection fees, and finally successfully entered the upper class.The Rosethorns have been involved in smuggling, arms, money laundering, shipping and other industries. Legend has it that they also do drug business. Among the current transcontinental underworld organizations in the United States, the Rosethorn family can be called a giant.

Lang Bai is not interested in the rights and wrongs of other people's families, but judging from the age of that Rossthorne, he should already be the fourth generation descendant of the family.

"Youwilldie." Ike whispered unwillingly.

"NO. Hewilldie." Lang Bai glanced at Ike lightly, and at the same time stretched his hand into the bag as a gesture. Sure enough, poor Ike's hair stood on end immediately, and he moved the chair far away.

After the speeches of the student representatives, several professors took the stage to speak. After more than a minute of applause, the graduation ceremony finally came to an end under much anticipation... The students got up and walked out of the auditorium, and the professors on the podium also left quickly. It was completely clean, but Lang Bai sat there, showing no sign of getting up and leaving.

Not only him, only a few students who had nothing to do with themselves left the auditorium in the first few rows of seats, and more people sat there happily, as if expecting a good show.A few students stretched their heads to look this way, and were immediately shooed back.

"You shouldn't be sitting here today." The young Roththorne stood in front of Lang Bai's seat, staring at him coldly and condescendingly, "You don't have to rely on your face to qualify for the front row, do you understand, kid? "

"...I have the right to choose any seat I like." Lang Bai sat on the seat, as if he had no intention of standing up at all.He stared at Rosethorn's trouser pocket, where the Type 77 was placed, and Rosethorn's hand was also in the trouser pocket, and he could pull out the gun to fire at any time—for a veteran gun player, it might be Not for a second.

Ross Thorne said in a deep voice, "Give me a reason that you can do whatever you want!"

"Oh..." Lang Bai thought for a while slowly, "Because we admire 'LuxetVeritas'... classmates, Yale University has used the school motto for three centuries since its establishment in 1701." (LuxetVeritas, Latin, truth and light )

The aristocratic children who were watching the scene couldn't help laughing lowly, but it quickly receded like a tide.

Unexpectedly, Roththorn also laughed, although this smile seemed more intimidating, "Well, you are right, if you have enough background, you can get the truth and light here. May I ask, what is your father's last name?"

Lang Bai said indifferently: "You are not qualified to know my father's surname."

This is actually true. Rosethorne is just a family that has lasted for four generations. Compared with the Yuan family that started in the late Qing Dynasty and has ten generations of family trees, it is obviously nothing. The fundamental difference is too much.

"I'm not qualified?" Rosethorn repeated slowly and dangerously, eyes narrowed.

"Yes, you didn't." Lang Bai said, "Give me back the gun now."

The anger of being challenged to dignity obviously flashed through Rosethorn's dark blue eyes.Immediately after that, he quickly took out a gun from his pants pocket and pointed it at Lang Bai!Worthy of the prestige of the Rosethorne family, the whole process did not take more than a second - but it surprised the students around, Lang Bai's movements were faster than him!

The moment before Form 77 pointed to Lang Bai, Lang Bai's hand had already pressed a silver palm thunder directly on Rose Thorn's nose!

You know, Rose Thorne only needs to take the gun out of his pocket and aim it. He had already held the handle of the gun in his trouser pocket before, and everything was extremely convenient—Lang Bai didn’t even use the safety catch before. down!But in this short moment, Lang Bai stood up from his seat, put his hand into his trouser pocket, took out the palm mine, and pointed it at Rose Thorne's nose!

After this series of actions, he can still be [-] second faster than Rose Thorne, which has to explain the difference in strength between the two of them in terms of gun play.

"Aren't you afraid that I'll shoot first?" Rossthorne's face was as cold as ice, and his voice was dangerously low.

"open it."

Probably irritated by the calm attitude of the oriental boy in front of him, Rose Thorne couldn't help pressing the trigger hard!Who knew that there was only an empty clicking sound-there was no bullet in the Type 77!

"I thought you should know that it is an empty gun as soon as you get it. Even if there is only a difference of one bullet, the weight of the gun is very different. It seems that I overestimated you. That's all." Lang Bai shook the silver-white muzzle, "Do you want to try this palm mine? I assure you, the bullets here are so full that they can't be filled any more."

Ross Thorn's complexion was hard to see, "Who the hell are you?"

Lang Bai snorted, then dragged out his schoolbag from under the table and threw it in front of Rossthorne.With a crash, all the gun parts inside fell out, Ross Thorn gasped on the spot, and took half a step back.

"My elder brother asked me to give you a sample of X-series firearm parts. He will contact your father in person in two days."

"Your elder brother?" Rossthorne reacted, "Could it be Yuan Xiao? ——You, you are from the Yuan family in Asia?"

Lang Bai put away the palm thunder, and took the 77 form out of Ross Thorn's hand, and stuffed it into his lower back.I have to say that the waist line outlined by the pair of black trousers is really eye-catching. Although the boy's movement is pure and unintentional, it reveals an indescribable... exciting feeling.

He shrugged, unable to tell whether it was affirmation or negation, then he turned around and strode out of the auditorium.

"Wait!" Rose Thorne snapped behind him, "If you want to freely choose your favorite seat here in the next few years, you'd better join our fraternity!"

A few students at the side glanced at each other, then nodded in agreement, and some stood up one after another.

"Oh, brotherhood," Lang Bai turned around, "what is that?"

"—Skull and Bones."

Rosethorn stared at the boy's indifferent side face, and said the name word by word.

"The Order of Death—Accept or Decline?"