Chapter 43: The New Year of the West Point

The Pacino family is decisive and decisive. When Chen Zikun came to West Point again, he was already holding a complete set of required admission materials, including U.S. citizenship, academic certificates, and letters of recommendation from New York State Senator.

The attitude of the people in the school affairs office towards him has also changed greatly. He is as intimate as an old friend of many years. They helped Chen Zikun with the fastest speed to complete the corresponding procedures. The next thing is to prepare for the exam.

The students of West Point Military Academy come from high school graduates and soldiers with the same degree. The exams include written interviews and physical fitness tests. Compared with ordinary universities, the entrance examinations for West Point are strict, with only more than 100 freshmen enrolled in each period.

When Chen Zikun heard that he was going to take the exam, he was stunned and forgot about it. He thought that he could be an recommended student and at least take care of his scores. He knew that the United States had no idea of ​​taking care of him. No matter who recommended him, he would be treated equally and pass the exam before he could enter.

If you follow the local customs, then take the exam. Chen Zikun bought a bunch of high school textbooks in an old bookstore and went back to make up for it. After seeing this, he realized how naive he had thought before. How could this be the high school textbook? It was clearly a heavenly book!

To be honest, Chen Zikun's educational level is at a relatively low level. To be honest, it is because his Chinese and foreign language skills are relatively high, but science is basically equivalent to illiteracy. Who would have thought that the two-level high-level students from St. John's University and Peking University, Gu Hongming and Liu Shipei's disciple, were actually a serious student. Neither Wu Peifu nor Gu Weijun thought about this. They all felt that with Chen Zikun's level, a mere Western-sized diploma was not easy to get.

It's too late to cram the Buddha for a while, and the exam will be taken in two days. Chen Zikun held the book and stared at Jian Bing. Jian Bing is also a cultural person in China. He is definitely a proficient in piano, chess, calligraphy, painting, poetry, songs, and essays in girls' schools. But if you let others do physics and chemistry, that's not a problem.

"It really doesn't work. Let's not take the exam this year. Let's talk about tutoring for a year and next year." Jian Bing advised.

Chen Zikun shook his head: "A man is not a real man, so he can retreat at the last minute. Even if he handed in a blank paper, I have to take the exam."

On the day of the exam, Chen Zikun encountered an unexpected surprise. It turned out that the test paper was not as complicated as he thought, but a lot of multiple-choice questions. He just chose the abcd. Finally, he didn't have to hand in the blank paper. He filled it out randomly and ended up with the time to hand in the paper. After handing in the test paper with everyone, he went back to wait for the exam.

A week later, an email from the pastry was delivered to the hotel where Chen Zikun stayed, and he was admitted to the American Academy of Sciences.

Chen Zikun couldn't believe his eyes because he had his own transcript attached to this letter, and the scores for each exam were above 80. It was not particularly excellent, but it was definitely not bad. This was a bit incredible. Can he even guess his mistakes and even get 80% of the correctness?

No matter what, being admitted is a good thing. Chen Zikun was planning to take Jianbing out for some good things to celebrate. Mario visited and enthusiastically invited Chen Zikun to sit at home and celebrated his admission to West Point Military Academy.

Chen Zikun was not a fool, and he immediately understood the role played by the Pacino family here. It seemed that the world was as dark as crows. As long as he was rich and powerful, there was nothing he could do. Although he knew it well, he was happy to pretend to be stupid if he didn't take the initiative.

When they came to the garden of Pacino's house, everyone gathered together. Old Pacino said happily: "Chen, I didn't find anything wrong where you live, right?"

Chen Zikun was a little puzzled: "No."

Old Pacino said: "That's right, because Mario has cooked all the people who want to deal with you, using his latest toys."

Mario acted like a gun, and made a clattering sound from his mouth. Seeing that Chen Zikun did not respond enthusiastically, he jumped up and said, "I will take you to see something, you must like it."

When he arrived at the attic, Mario took out a light machine gun with a unique shape from the violin box. The walnut stock, the barrel with a heat sink, and the fifty-round drums all exuded an evil beauty.

"Thompson M1921 portable machine gun, fifty-point four-5 caliber bullets, fire rate of 300 rounds per minute, and it's like splashing water. It's very satisfying. I just used this to beat the Piero family to make their butts and urine flow. Within at least five years, they won't be regained, hahaha." Mario was so excited that he was extremely excited.

Chen Zikun took the heavy hand gun and played with it. He felt that this thing was better than the German flowermaking mechanism he had used, with more loads and a larger bullet caliber. If he became the general one day, he would definitely equip the guard with this gun.

Continue to go downstairs to have dinner, Mario enthusiastically invited Chen Zikun to join the Pacino family and start a career in New York. Chen Zikun once again politely declined. Old Pacino respected Chen Zikun's choice very much and scolded his son for being short-sighted.

"Chen will be the marshal who commands thousands of troops in the future, and you, my son, can only command 150 gunmen at most." This is the old man's original words.

Chen Zikun finally got his wish and entered the West Point Military Academy, not as a foreign exchange student, but as an ordinary American student. Like others, he received a gray uniform with a unique style of pastry, hat, leather shoes, underwear, belts, etc., all distributed by the school. In other words, after entering pastry, he was a member of the federal soldiers, and food, drink, defecation and urination have national expenses.

The school uniform of the pastry is a pure wool antique military uniform, a short top, rib chest ornament, and an exaggerated level logo embroidered on the shoulders. The hat is a French-style high-top hat, and black vertical strips on both sides of the gray trousers. Chen Zikun is tall and is considered a big man even among Americans. She is extremely heroic when wearing this military uniform. Unfortunately, this is a disciplined military academy. Outsiders are not allowed to enter at will. Jian Bing cannot appreciate his heroic posture.

Chen Zikun's classmates are all fresh high school graduates from all over the United States. They are generally around 18 years old. When they first arrive in an unfamiliar environment, they are very reserved and obediently obey the command of senior students, lead military uniforms, make meals, wash the toilet, and bow their heads to be honest in accordance with the rules of pastry, because freshmen have no human rights.

The dormitory is set up in an old house with a history of 100 years. Eight people are in a house. The school specially arranged for new students to live in a mixed manner. Chen Zikun and another California-born freshman named Bill Chanders were assigned to dormitory 306. Chanders pushed the door forward and a basin of water placed on the door poured down. He poured his heart into a cold mood and suddenly turned into a chicken. Chen Zikun could not dodge and was also splashed with his trousers' legs. There was a burst of laughter in the room.

"**!" Bill cursed, and his laughter stopped immediately. A group of senior students stared at them coldly, like beasts looking at prey.

Bill didn't dare to scold him anymore, so he walked in silently and put his luggage on the bed near the door. A senior student threw a mop over and said, "Don't forget to clean the floor."

Chen Zikun then walked in. The senior students whistled when they saw an Asian face, but they soon discovered that this Asian was completely different from the Asians they remembered. In the minds of most Americans, the Chinese were thin and wretched with braids, and the Japanese were dwarfs with Rendan beard and strange hairstyles. The newborn was neither Chinese nor Japanese.

He was as tall as six feet tall, taller than any of them. He was handsome, had a high nose and shiny eyes. Even by European and American standards, he was considered a handsome man. What was even more unbearable was his arrogant aura, as if West Point Military Academy was opened by his family.

The seniors stopped whistling and silently watched Chen Zikun put his luggage on the other bed beside the door. Suddenly, a blonde boy with the rank of Sergeant Soldier on his shoulder said, "Hey, privates, I am the head of this dormitory, my name is George Howard. You must listen to me in the future. In the pastry, the seniors' words are military orders that cannot be disobeyed. Do you understand?"

Bill said slowly: "I understand."

George immediately roared: "In the pastry, I didn't know this answer. In front of your superior, you only have four answers: "Yes, sir"; "No, sir"; "I don't know, sir"; "No excuse, sir". Do you understand?"

When he said this, his nose was almost close to Bill's nose, and his face was even more ferocious. Bill was frightened by his aura, and sweat beads oozed out of his forehead, and he replied obediently: "Yes, sir."

"Are you sick? You don't have the strength like a woman, say it again!" George shouted again.

"Yes, sir!" Bill shouted with all his strength.

"I can't hear!" George still didn't plan to let him go.

"Yes, sir!" Bill was hoarse.

Looking at Bill's embarrassment, George was finally satisfied. He turned to Chen Zikun and looked him up and down. He also wanted to touch Chen Zikun's nose with a hint of mighty power, but the difference in size was here, so he had to take a step back and said sternly: "Have you heard what I just said?"

"Yes, sir!" Chen Zikun clasped his hands tightly against the seam of his pants, raised his head, raised his chest and closed his abdomen and roared straight downward, which made the windows buzzing. The seniors' eardrums hurt even more, and they grinned and rolled their eyes. How could they know that this was the skill of Shaolin's unique skill, the lion roaring skills, and Chen Zikun was still merciless. If he tried his best, the eardrums of these people would have to be pierced on the spot.

George didn't expect that this Asian man had such a skill. Besides, it would be a little difficult to deal with if he could not hear something. If he yelled again, the glass in the dormitory would have to be replaced, so George had to pretend to be majestic, thinking that there are many opportunities in the future, I don't believe that I can't catch your braid.
Chapter completed!