Hunting College

The weather outside the window is a bit gloomy.

The thick clouds blocked the brilliant sunshine, and painted a layer of grayish color between the sky and the earth, giving all people in this environment a feeling of depression in their hearts.

However, the students in classroom 6o1 east of the Bishop Building of Jiuyou Academy may not agree with this view.

Compared with the heavy negative pressure atmosphere in the room, the vast and open environment outside the window is simply too harmonious.

Professor Yao stood on the podium, holding the crumpled piece of mulberry paper with two fingers, and his brows were twisted into a lump:

"Whose homework is this?"

The students in the classroom turned their heads cautiously and looked at each other calmly, seeming to think that every face was so suspicious.

Of course, this does not include the few boys sitting in the back row by the window.

Fatty Xin hesitated for a few seconds.

Then he stood up under the push of Zheng Qing's hard work, and confessed the ownership of the piece of paper.

"Student Xin!" Professor Yao was obviously surprised, and his tone eased a lot.

After all, in his impression, Fatty Xin is one of the few freshmen boys who are more active in class.

"Is there anything to explain?" The professor paused, obviously intending to give the fat man a chance.

"There is a civet in our dormitory. It used my homework paper to wrap it up earlier." Fatty Xin said quickly, and vomited out the complaints that had been suppressed in his heart for a long time: "That cat doesn't know why it stayed in our dormitory. Willing to leave...Always grab food with us! Molpomene’s sigh... If it weren’t because we, as members of the First University, had to demand ourselves with the highest ethical standards all the time, I would have taken that The fat cat is stewed!"

Zheng Qing looked at the fat man with admiration.

"Oh, that's it." Old Yao squinted, with a usual smile on his face: "Since there is an external cause, then your credits will not be deducted... Let's rewrite a copy."

The fat man quietly tilted his head and gave the professor aggrievedly.

"Or, do you plan to give up the opportunity to meet Senator Su?" Professor Yao held a pipe, bit in his mouth, and said vaguely: "Remember what I said in the first class of school."

Zheng Qing scratched his head for a long time, and then recalled what was going on based on the excitement and anger of the students next to him.

In the first class, Lao Yao promised to introduce Su Shijun, the legendary biggest beauty in the wizarding world. Of course, he also has his own conditions-in September, everyone must have a good performance in his class, and the homework must be completed in good quality.

Fatty Xin immediately thought of the gentleman agreement without being reminded by others.

"I am willing to rewrite a more perfect homework!" He raised his hand, his eyes widened, and shouted hoarsely: "I am willing to write a 6,000-word homework, and there will never be a typo on the paper. !professor!"

"Professor, let me help supervise!" Zhang Jixin also raised his hand, his red face was purple: "If the homework he has submitted is missing one word or is wrong, I will copy it again!"

Zheng Qing looked at the two companions with a tangled expression, completely unable to understand their behavior.

So naive, the young public student smacked, shook his head, and said nothing.

As a result, the interlude between classes ended perfectly.

Perhaps because of the inadvertent reminder from Old Yao a few minutes ago, many students suddenly remembered the appointment in the first class.

This makes subsequent courses much smoother.

Almost everyone is eager to express their desire to listen to the class seriously, trying to eliminate the dissatisfaction accumulated by the professor in the first half of the class through focused eyes, forward posture, and enthusiastic answers.

The atmosphere in the classroom seemed a bit twisted and frenetic.

But Lao Yao seemed to be very satisfied with the atmosphere, and even took the lectures and seemed a lot more verbose:

"Like the student Xiao mentioned before...the standard book usually has about 300 pages, divided into 30 chapters, and can carry at least three spells."

"If you want to release a spell correctly, you must first record the spell in the correct way, so that you can release it correctly when you use it."

"Because everyone has different grammars, and the ability to derive formulas is also different. In addition, the structure caused by the deviation of mantra comprehension is different, so even if the same mantra is copied in the book, there will be differences in length. One situation."

"If you are proficient in skills and have outstanding comprehension and deduction ability, then a book of about 300 pages can often carry more than a hundred spells."

"But there are also some wizards. It is a great blessing for the world to record three or five spells in a book."

"So, how to record and release spells correctly, and how to use your books correctly, is the main content we learn in the freshman spell class."

"Of course, I have carefully selected five spells for you as a case study. Students who can flexibly record these five spells in the book this semester and use them skillfully, I will add them to him in the evaluation at the end of the semester. Minute."

"That's basically it."

Lao Yao spewed out a string of smoke rings and knocked on the edge of the table with his pipe.

Before the soot fell to the ground, the elves who heard the sound gathered it into the yarn bag and took it out of the classroom.

"I will add a little extra-curricular knowledge... I hope you all pay attention." The professor put down his pipe, picked up his law book again, and trembled in midair:

"You already know that Dharma books have souls."

"Monsters, spirit beasts, or even the elders of an alien race, the projection of the **** devil, or the fragments of the gods of a certain deity."

"We humans-no matter the so-called Bai Ding, wizards, or anything else," he seemed to think of something, and the corner of Lao Yao's mouth provoked a curve of disdain: "Compared with the race that the universe really favors, the talent is actually very poor. "

"It's like a monster."

"Don't mention those monster kings or high-level monsters; even the lowest level wild monsters can naturally communicate with the mysterious origins of the universe...Through their blood, soul, effortlessly, various Powerful curse magic, grow a tyrannical body."

"It seems that they are better suited to survive under this starry sky than us."

"But the truth is quite the opposite."

"Now, this world belongs to our wizards-only we can walk in the sun and fly in the blue sky openly. But the monsters with extraordinary talents are forced to hide in the gutter and hide in the dark."

"why?"

"Learning, inheritance, organization, order... Maybe you can list countless high-sounding reasons."

"But in my opinion, there is only one real reason...that is, we are cruel enough."

"We can treat nature cruelly; cruelly put any non-human race on the test bed and drag them into the alchemy factory; cruelly slaughter each other and advance in blood."

"This world is beautiful, elegant, and orderly."

"But it's cruel at the same time."

"The vulgar blood and deep evil of the demons are just chaos driven by instinct. They may win the favor of this world for a moment, but they have the power to not have this world... Only us, we are in reason. The cruel choices made can reflect the cruelty of nature."

"Monsters, ghosts, spirit beasts, and even the projection of hell, the brilliance of the gods..."

"We hunt them, deprive them of their spirits, infuse them into our magical instruments, and use their natural abilities to expand our dull spiritual sense, so as to communicate with the source more easily and release our abilities."

"And those spirits are still unable to get free, and release their grievances day after day, but they don't know that these grievances are the catalyst that these magical artifacts can use repeatedly."

"This kind of magic equipment is the book in your hands."

"Do you feel cruel? Do you have the heart? Do you have the kind of universal love that floods the universe?"

Old Yao raised his voice and asked.

The class is quiet ~www.readwn.com~ No one speaks, just quietly watching the professor with a little excitement.

Although Zheng Qing felt unbearable, thinking of the terrifying banshee on the plane, there was an unstoppable throbbing pain in his forehead.

"well!"

Seemingly satisfied with everyone's performance, Old Yao's tone became mild again:

"You must remember your identities and give your limited love to your fellow citizens. Fraternity, in this cruel world, is very ridiculous."

"remember!"

"Don't be mentally stricken to join some law book liberation association!"

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