Norma was indeed an excellent secretary. Three weeks later, a huge envelope was delivered to Lu Mingfei. It had everything from passport to itinerary. It also came with a copy of "The Idiot's Guide to Kassel College Admissions".

Marked "Lu Mingfei version".

This guide has a ridiculous name but is quite useful. It was written before Lu Mingfei arrived at the Chicago train station.

Lu Mingfei stood in the bustling crowd, glanced at the train ticket in his hand, and looked up at the church-like dome of the Chicago train station.

There were two huge suitcases on his left and right, which together weighed almost as much as himself. The backpack on his back was bulging out because his aunt had stuffed a pressure cooker inside, and the woven bag was stuffed with a twelve-hole quilt.

The pillow was bundled with a box, and the passport was in his mouth.

Lu Mingfei, the proud son of God, a new student studying abroad, took all the equipment to go abroad, took a United Airlines flight alone, crossed the ocean, and landed at the Chicago International Airport. According to the itinerary given by Norma, he will take the CC1000 express train at the Chicago train station to get to Chicago.

Sayre College.

"CC1000 express train? I've never heard of it... Maybe it's some kind of branch line train? But the number you mentioned is not quite right... The new version of the train timetable contains all the information about the trains, go check it... the tickets seem to be genuine

Yes, but I really didn’t know there was such a train.” This was the reply given by different staff on duty.

There is no express train in the train timetable.

"This is a huge mistake!" Lu Mingfei said in the crowd going crazy.

God promised Moses that you should go to Canaan, which is a paradise flowing with honey and milk, and gave him a map. Moses used divine power to cross the mighty Red Sea, escape the pursuit of the Egyptians, escape from death, and see what was ahead of him.

The road signs read "Go to India", "Go to China", "Go to Japan", but there is no "Go to Canaan". The police uncle under the road sign said, "Canaan? I don't know, I haven't heard of it!"

This is probably how Lu Mingfei felt at the moment. He only had 20 US dollars left in his pocket. His aunt gave him 500 US dollars for expenses on the road, but when he passed the Chicago customs, the fat policeman counted the money that Lu Mingfei had brought with him.

With dozens of pirated PS2 discs, the fat man wrote a frightening number on the receipt while praising Lu Mingfei's taste. Perhaps out of appreciation for his taste, the fat man left twenty yuan for Lu Mingfei.

"I'm really impressed with you. Without me, you might really starve to death here."

Mo Qianye knew that when Lu Mingfei passed through the customs, he would definitely be fined to death by the customs until he had 20 dollars left. And because the N96 was given to his uncle as a souvenir, he didn't have a mobile phone on him and wanted to buy Zhang Temporary.

Calling Norma with a phone card for help didn't work, and then the two salted fish with similar smells would be attracted to each other by the smell of salted fish, and Lu Mingfei would meet the senior Fingel who was begging at the train station.

Although he knew that this was a test that Professor Mance was conducting on Lu Mingfei, no one could bear to see his brother trapped in an unfamiliar place for an entire morning, so Mo Qianye went to the hospital early.

Lu Mingfei was waiting for him at the station.

"My benefactor——!" Seeing Mo Qianye appear, Lu Mingfei was excited and excited. Now his dinner was secured!

"Qianye, do you have any money with you?"

"I didn't bring much, but I still have enough money to buy you a presidential suite at the Hilton."

"Damn, rich man!"

"r, r..." At this time, someone said behind Lu Mingfei.

In the United States, this is a typical begging phrase, asking for a dollar, which is the same as the ancient Chinese beggar's song "Lotus Falling".

"No, I'mpoor! Nomoney!" Lu Mingfei replied in simple and concise English.

He turned his head and glanced at the tall and burly young man behind him. His face buried in the beard could be considered handsome, his eyes as bright as candlelight were full of desire, and he wore a dark green plaid shirt and a procrastinating look.

The pants he wore had not been washed or changed for an unknown amount of time. It is not easy to meet a beggar like this in the United States. All the other beggars are dressed more decently than him.

"Chinese?" The other party noticed Lu Mingfei's nationality and immediately switched to fluent Chinese, "Master, please give me some money to buy a Coke. I'm really not a beggar. I just lost my wallet when I went out."

You are so familiar with the cuts of Chinese and English beggars, how dare you say you are not a professional beggar? Lu Mingfei thought.

"Fingel? Did you lose your wallet again?" Mo Qianye put his hands in his pockets and looked at Fingel, who looked slovenly like a homeless man. Needless to say, looking at him, he must have lost his wallet again.

How many times has it been lost?

"Qianye? Savior, you have found a rich owner!" After Fingel saw Mo Qianye behind Lu Mingfei, he was so excited that he wanted to give Mo Qianye a bear hug. He looked at Fingel

I don’t know how long I’ve worn the one on my body, but it’s already a little yellowish, and my face is greasy after not washing it for several days. Mo Qianye doesn’t want to be hugged by this German who has no German demeanor at all, otherwise he’s wearing the clothes on his body.

There is no need for this dress!

"Stop, if you come here again you will lose tonight's dinner!" Mo Qianye pointed at Fingel and shouted.

As expected of Guderian's students, the two of them really match each other in terms of personality. Mo Qianye was sitting in McDonald's with his chin propped up on his hands, looking at the two hungry ghosts who had just crawled out of hell.

Gobbling down, they had already destroyed an entire family meal, and now half of the second portion had been eaten by them. Mo Qianye suspected that they would still have room to squeeze in another Coke and a Sundae after finishing the meal.

.

"Ha~~~eat and drink enough!"

"I can't eat any more. Even if I order another roast chicken now, I don't have room to stuff it in."

After eating so much, Lu Mingfei and Fingel leaned back in the chair and caressed their enlarged belly, with a satisfied look on their face, as if they were thinking about how delicious the roasted chicken legs just now were.

Then the next second, the clerk was presented with a cod burger, a large glass of Coke, and a plate of New Orleans grilled chicken legs. Lu Mingfei and Fingel's eyes shone, but when they thought about their stomachs, they were already full.

After that, they could only watch in depression as Mo Qianye put on a napkin, wrapped the chicken bones in paper towels, and slowly ate the chicken legs in front of them.

"Don't look at it. If you look at it again, your stomach won't be digested and cleared instantly."

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"Senior brother, what grade are you in?" Lu Mingfei asked.

"Eighth grade."

"Eighth grade?" Lu Mingfei choked on his coke.

"Oh, it's actually the fourth grade, but I repeated the grade." Fingel said.

"Why is that eighth grade?"

"I stayed here for four consecutive years..."

There is always an inexplicable attraction between foodies. When they worked together to destroy burgers, Lu Mingfei and Fingel developed a profound revolutionary friendship. As seniors, Lu Mingfei also saw that Mo Qianye

For the sake of his friends, Fingel generously explained to Lu Mingfei the relationship between class and the order of train arrivals. When Lu Mingfei asked Fingel what grade he was in this year, Fingel's answer

Lu Mingfei almost choked to death on Coke.

Since the last conductor who knew the train schedule died two years ago, no one in the entire Chicago station knows about the CC1000 train. If their magnetic tickets could not pass the ticket gate, they would have been chased away by security guards.

Get out."

"But don't worry, there will always be a bus. People of lower class will have to wait for the bus." Fingel said.

"Class?" Lu Mingfei asked, "What? Bourgeoisie and proletariat?"

"It's something like a noble status. Students with high class status will have some privileges, and the college's resources will be provided to them first, such as giving priority to cars."

"You've studied for eight years and your class isn't high enough?"

"To be honest, I am struggling with the dilemma of dropping out of school and making up for credits!" Fingel spread his hands.

Lu Mingfei looked out from the floor-to-ceiling windows of the train station. The dark skyscrapers looked like giants standing side by side. Night fell in the city of Chicago. The elevated railway shed bright sparks when the train passed by. Pedestrians were rushing and neon lights were shining.

This is their third day staying at this station. In order to prevent accidentally missing the train, Fingel and Lu Mingfei reached an agreement. One person will wait for the train at the station, and the other person will rest in the hotel. If the train

When the bus arrives, the person waiting for the bus immediately calls and informs the other person.

Mo Qianye quietly got on the helicopter and returned to Kassel College on the second night, leaving only a room card for the presidential suite of the Hilton Hotel near the station for Lu Mingfei. When Lu Mingfei found out

When Mo Qianye slipped away quietly, he cursed Mo Qianye fiercely, and then he unceremoniously shared the room card with Fingel.

At two o'clock in the morning, on a night without overtime buses, the CC1000 express train entered the station.

"Put your luggage on, the car is here," Fingal said.

After lying comfortably in the Hilton Hotel for two days, Lu Mingfei and Fingel finally waited for the CC1000 train.

A dark figure appeared next to the empty ticket gate. It was a man wearing a dark green conductor uniform. He was shaking a golden bell in his hand and had a golden conductor badge on his hat. He was holding a flashlight in one hand and a credit card machine in the other.

"Express CC1000, passengers, please prepare to board. Passengers, please prepare to board." The conductor's voice echoed in the hall.

The two guards continued to sleep soundly. It seemed that only Fingel was aware of the conductor's arrival. No one in the Subway store with lights on in the distance raised their heads to take a look. In the middle of the night, such an elegantly dressed conductor appeared in modern Chicago.

It was an incredible thing to do at the train station, but no one paid any attention to him.

Lu Mingfei shuddered, the conductor looked like... a ghost!

"Why is it like... hell train?" He grabbed Fingel's sleeve.

"It's just the effect of his voice. That guy is a normal living person and a fan of the Backstreet Boys," Fingel said.

"Yan Ling?" Lu Mingfei was stunned.

"Here we are, Fingel and Lu Mingfei." Fingel waved.

Lu Mingfei carefully took out the ticket from his pocket, dragged the big and small bags, and followed Fingel to the ticket gate. When he saw the conductor's face clearly, he believed what Fingel said. The guy looked real.

Not like a ghost, chewing gum and blowing bubbles.

The conductor took Fingel's ticket and ran it through the ticket validation machine. The green light turned on and there was a "beep" sound.

"Fingel, why don't you drop out of school?" the conductor said, "I thought I wouldn't see you again this year."

"I am a person who has a beginning and an end," Fingal said. "The train came so late. Has my class dropped again?"

"It's been downgraded to 'F'. You've been downgraded from 'A'. You've been downgraded from heaven to hell," the conductor said.

"I've really been reduced from a serf to a beast..." Fingel muttered.
To be continued...