Chapter 2 Girl Angie

Today, Locke set foot in this strange country for the first time and entered the School of Arts of the University of Athens.

At this moment, the professor on the podium was spitting on Homer's epic, but Locke didn't listen to a word. He was thinking: Shall we go to the library or the museum after class? I heard that people who have been to Athens can only visit the National Archaeological Museum, which is worth the trip.

Locke asked the students at the table where the museum was located. This is the only girl with black hair in the whole classroom. In the past, Locke never looked at the girls, and he felt that they were like a group of chattering sparrows, which was annoying. But today, the girl sitting at the table is the most special girl Locke has ever seen. She has dark eyes. Locke couldn't help looking at her more.

When the girl saw a handsome man chatting up, she immediately flashed her eyes and couldn't wait to introduce herself: "Hey, hello! My name is Angie. I'm from California, USA. I'm a Chinese American..." The girl speaks fluent Greek, and her voice is particularly soft and beautiful. When she spoke, the two pairs of slender eyelashes flashed, like flying butterflies.

"Answer the question." Locke replied coldly in American.

"Ah! Do you also know American English? The girl opened her mouth wide and suddenly turned into a surprise, as if she had met an old friend in her hometown, and she was about to burst into tears. The girl was about to talk as the sound of "Bangbang" knocking in front of her, and all her eyes shot at the two of them.

"The two students have to talk about love until after class."

"Boom", there was a burst of laughter in the classroom. Locke's face is still watery, but the girl's cheeks are already red.

"You, that male classmate, please stand up and repeat what I just said."

"brush", all eyes are focused on Locke.

"-Aquilyus and Agamemnon have a feud because of a quarrel, sing! Goddess! For the fury of Achilles, the son of Pelius! His deadly anger brought endless suffering to the Akaios, driving the strong souls of the warriors into the underworld, their bodies became the food of wild dogs and bald eagles, and Zeus's will was realized. Please start with the dispute between Agamemnon, the son of Atereus, the king of the people, and the god-like Achilles! ..." Locke recited freely for three minutes.

"Stop, you can sit down." The uncle with deep myopic glasses on the bridge of his nose and a beard looked at Locke dissatisfiedly.

For Locke, who had never read Homer's Epic, he was deeply surprised that he could recite Iliad. Maybe this was also his own power. Locke didn't think about it any more, so he put on a serious attitude of listening to the class. The little beauty next to him glanced at Locke from time to time. Locke had already felt the heat in his eyes, but he still pretended to know nothing.

After school, Locke hurried out of the classroom and ran down the stairs.

"Hi, classmate, please wait a moment." The girl named Angie caught up with her breathlessly.

"What can I do for you?" Locke frowned and asked coldly.

"You... aren't you going to the museum? I know where it is. Can I go with you? The girl's face was red, her hands were folded on her waist, and she was out of breath.

"No, I already know." It's still a suffocatingly cold tone. While Locke was talking, his pupils were also dilated.

The girl's eyes are filled with hazy fog, and her dark jade-like pupils are like a thousand-year-old ancient pool. A red light penetrated in, like a stone into the calm heart, but rolled up was a huge wave... Locke found himself having another power. He can read the information in the girl's brain.

"Ah, red pupil! No, wait..." The girl exclaimed and got up to chase. When she ran down the steps, there was no sign of Locke.