Grand Falls is a central city in Montana. It is named after the Great Falls of the Missouri River. It is an important industrial and financial center in the northwest of North America.

Not far north is Canada.

To the south is the vast land of western North America.

The Missouri River flows spaciously in this almost endless plain.

Spacious.

This is Han Luo’s first impression of this place.

The city does not have more tall buildings like Austin, Houston, or Texas cities like Austin, Houston, but more calm and flat buildings, and the sky-high buildings that rise from the ground are particularly prominent.

Han Luo hung up a phone call gently, and it was called by Zhou Tianxiu, a teacher at Luojia University, China's alma mater. He said that all kinds of fees for this period had been paid, and he asked him to study hard and broaden his vision of philosophy.

Han Luo chuckled and said that he would not let your expectations down.

The tuition and various fees for public study abroad, especially the top ten best research public colleges recognized by Austin in North America, are not a small amount. If converted into Chinese currency, it will cost more than 200,000 yuan a year.

Han Luo got off the plane and headed to the Rocky Mountain Academy in the distance of Grand Falls.

Along the way, Han Luo watched the scenery of Montana. Somehow, although he felt smoothly entering this place, he always felt a little unfamiliar and uncomfortable. The old man, Jing Xianghai, once said: Every time he goes to a place, the magnetic field must be different, especially if it spans a hundred miles, a thousand miles, or even a thousand miles, and the impact on people is absolutely different. Although the entire earth is under a magnetic field, this large magnetic field contains countless changes in small magnetic fields.

From the surface, humans on the earth also have common places, including joy, anger, sorrow, happiness, good and evil, etc., but the details are different. Not to mention crossing countries, even within a country, like China, even as small as a province, the customs and customs of every village or even local dialects are different.

Han Luo thought about it, and was afraid that this trip to Montana would have happened unexpectedly. Han Luo sat calmly in the back seat of the car and breathed gently. The old man once said that the masters close to the heavenly way have extremely powerful responses to magnetic fields, so they are sensitive to various dangers. Under the power of transformation, especially now, you, a warrior who is only half a step away from half a step, has an unprecedented sense of spiritual sensitivity.

Your senses must be something that is about to come many times.

Han Luo clenched his fist. Although he came here and felt a sense of his heart, he was always at the moment. It was unknown when, where, or whether it happened in the end, so sensing and not sensing are actually the same. Unless it is an expert like the way of heaven, it is unprecedentedly powerful, so the so-called "can know before."

Han Luo himself judged that the trip to Montana in the past six months was generally smooth, but there would be some troubles caused by the trouble, but there was no big problem.

Han Luo is beginning to try to use the ability of Dark Power to understand the world.

The hidden power is not only used to kill people, but also the ability to explore the hidden secrets of heaven and earth.

All of this was told by the old man Jing Xianghai. Han Luo had always thought that the invisible force used to enter and exit silently and quietly enter the body to damage others. It turned out that the ability of the dark force was very wide, not just to hurt others.

Han Luo got out of the car, saw the Rocky Mountain College, and then contacted the school's contact information. After that, he was taken to the college and arranged a residence. He said that seven days later, it would be the day for freshmen to attend classes, and then sent Han Luo a set of philosophy textbooks.

Han Luo was sitting in the third floor room in Rocky Mountain College, outside there were three buildings teaching in the college. Han Luo took a deep breath, feeling that he had not been missing for a long time.

Very comfortable!

The room was not big, with only a bed, a desk, and carpet on the floor, sofa, and a bathroom and shower.

Rocky Mountain College is not bigger than Austin. It is a third-rate institution in North America. It is not as good as the University of Texas, which is recognized as the top institution in North America. Therefore, the college is not large in scale. It is a private college and has limited enrollment. However, because the dean here has a very good relationship with the dean of the University of Texas at Austin, this kind of cooperation has been achieved.

The dean of Rocky Mountain College is called 'Diran Garcia'. He was an outstanding professor from Austin College in his early years. Later, he returned to his hometown of Montana and took over the position of Dean of Rocky Mountain College.

Han Luo heard that Dean Dylan had been inconsistent with Professor Ethan when he was young.

But he didn't think it was a trouble for him. On the contrary, Han Luo felt that all this could change.

Instead of rushing through the freshman philosophy textbooks of Luojishan College, Han Luo opened his suitcase, put his clothes, and then placed all kinds of daily necessities where he should be placed, such as putting toiletries on the toilet bowl, then taking out his schoolbag, taking out a thick pure white notebook, turning on the first page, being as white as plain, Han Luo took out his pen and wrote down "Traveling to Montana, the experiences of professors from Rocky Mountain College."

I wrote down the first line: "Royal Mountain College has a bright academic style and students still have a good academic experience."

Han Luo recalled the moment he entered the college. On the lawn of the college, groups of students gathered to study. Books were like blooming books on the green grass.

"It seems that although there are not many students in this institution, the academic style has become a bright future." Han Luo looked at these scenes and said in his heart.

"Although a leaf knows autumn, although there are differences, it is generally in line with each other. The dean here, Dylan Garcia, must be a profound scholar, focusing on academics."

Han Luo judged the initial senses, but not long after, the three views of an overseas Chinese boy changed drastically. What does a boy mean to be brave and fierce? It was all revealed in that boy!

After Han Luo wrote it down, he thought about it, added brackets to the back, wrote it down (to be decided), then put down his pen and looked out the window.

The white clouds are long, covering the entire sky in front of you. Only the white clouds and seas can see a faint blue color.

Han Luo took advantage of the evening, the breeze was not dry, and the weather was just right, so he walked out of his residence, entered the college, and wandered on the road to the school. However, there were not many students in the college, unlike Austin, where students were everywhere. The students here often appeared in groups of three or three, and occasionally they were flirting and joking.

Along the way, many students took a look at Han Luo.

After all, there are still very few Asian students here.

In the entire Montana, 89% of the people are white.

Therefore, not all white people are willing to accept Asians as professors in their colleges. Even if it is just a public exam, even if a professor with rich teaching experience will sit in the back, Dean Dylan Garcia is not very willing.

"Hey, Mr. Ethan Wilson, among your students, the one who sent our college this year is an Asian young man. Why aren't we white-skinned students? You also know that some students in our college will be unhappy when facing Asian students."

"Hey, dear Mr. Dylan Garcia." Professor Ethan Wilson on the other end of the phone said: "He is one of the most desirable students I have ever admired in the past thirty years."

"Oh! What's his ability?" Dylan asked.

"He has joined my 'future laboratory'." Ethan Wilson's words came from the phone.

"Oh~" Dylan suddenly felt a little dazed involuntarily.

"I believe you will know and be fascinated by that young man. Goodbye, my dear Mr. Dylan, I hope we will meet and talk about our understanding of this young man next time. I also hope that we will abandon all views on the kingdom and race!" Ethan called and hung up.

Dylan put down his cell phone, tapped his left thumb with his right index finger, and asked and answered himself: "So powerful?"

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While Han Luo was wandering around the school gate, an Asian boy looked about seventeen years old, with a different charm in his eyebrows and his eyebrows were running with his schoolbag. Because of his rapid running, he almost hit a young man. The man gently turned his back, causing the boy to rush around.

The boy was a little unhappy, so he turned around and stopped and looked at the young man. He was also an Asian man. He looked only one or two years older than him, at most three years old. His calm expression really made him feel a little annoyed. He really felt like he deserved a beating. The boy was a little unhappy, so he also wanted to make the young man unhappy, pointing at the man and saying, "Don't look at the road? Don't look at me, Ryan, are here? Which department are you? Just say it if you have the courage, it doesn't matter if you don't say it. I can find you even if I look back."

Han Luo chuckled in her heart, didn't say anything, and turned around and left.

"Is it a freshman? I wonder if I was in high school, the wind-like man who made the whole college feel a little scared?" Ryan smiled and narrowed his harsh light.

There is ample time!

Goodbye if you are destined to be!

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As a result, I really have the fate to see you again.

It's in class.
Chapter completed!