Magical Strategist

The students then left the classroom one after another.

Perhaps because the tension Baggio created for them lasted for a long time, they walked slowly and seemed to be in a heavy mood.

But looking at the real dragon's expression, it was as if nothing had happened, and his big heart could be relaxed and relaxed. His stomach was already growling with hunger, and he was eager to eat right away.

Looking at the faces with their own concerns, Kelly thought that Mr. Huo's class was enough to make these self-righteous freshmen reflect for a while. After seeing the real dragon's actions, I realized that I had thought wrong.

That guy was like an arrow leaving the string, disappearing in a swish.

.........

Lunch is free and much richer than expected, including steak, roast chicken, roast duck, and various vegetables and fruits.

After finishing the meal, Zhenlong chose an empty seat by the window and sat down, devouring it.

Three times five times two will eat the lunch box upside down.

After eating, there is a lunch break. The real dragon is ready to go for a walk.

As soon as I left the cafeteria, I heard the sound of fierce bickering.

"Girl, you have to give me an explanation if you stepped on me." A fierce male voice said.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to..." A weak female voice said.

"Is that all it takes to say sorry?"

"I really didn't mean it..."

"Seeing as you are a new student, it's not difficult for you. Just give me a pair of shoes."

Zhenlong took a closer look. He saw pink hair and a baby-fat oval face. Isn't this his classmate Dai'er?

I saw Dai'er surrounded by a group of unfamiliar faces.

The poor girl with tears in her eyes looked at the other party with pleading eyes.

The boy roughly lifted up Dai'er's sleeves, but there was nothing on her smooth and white arms. In fact, he was looking for gang tattoos, fearing that some gang members would be offended. So he threatened even more arrogantly: "There is not even a gang, huh, will I pay for this pair of shoes or not?"

"I, accompany..."

"Bring me the money, 1 gold coin!" the boy said loudly.

"I don't have that much money." Dai'er said aggrievedly.

"I don't care about that. You must send the money to Huo Class 2 before tomorrow evening, otherwise I will beat you every time I see you. Remember my name, Fire Class 2 Goshawk Gang A Niu!" The boy proudly reported his name.

"I……"

"Let's go!" With that said, A Niu took the lead and walked away.

All that was left was Dai'er, who looked aggrieved.

Although everything at Bodor College is free, it would take several years for her family to save this gold coin without eating or drinking. If you don't give it, the man named A Niu will come looking for trouble. What to do? !

What kind of man is he who bullies weak girls? The real dragon curled his lips with contempt on his face.

Isn't that guy named A Niu the guy who was knocked down by me with one blow that time in Xixiu Town? It turns out that he is from the Goshawk Gang and has Cheng Jian's backing, so no wonder he is so arrogant.

Zhenlong originally wanted to rush up and teach the arrogant senior a lesson, but he didn't want to cause trouble on the first day of school. Heroes have to choose the occasion to save a beauty, so in the end he had to leave silently.

.........

The training ground is right next to the cafeteria, just a few steps away.

The huge semicircular building has two wide stone doors on the east and west. The one on the east is the entrance and the one on the west is the exit.

Entering inside, you first see a corridor several hundred meters long that leads directly to the west exit. There are six training grounds on both sides, three on each side.

The training grounds for Fire Class 1 to Fire Class 5 are all here, with the odd numbers on the left (i.e. the training grounds for Classes 1, 3 and 5) and the even numbers on the right (the training grounds for Classes 2 and 4, plus a special training ground).

The training ground for Fire Squad 1 is to the left of the entrance.

After entering, the real dragon was immediately stunned.

The area of ​​​​the training ground is completely comparable to that of the shelter in Patch City, and it will not be a problem to accommodate five to six thousand people at the same time.

There are densely packed fist-sized round holes on the ceiling, which provide ventilation and allow sunlight to shine in through the round holes.

In order to prevent students from accidentally damaging the training ground during training, the walls and floors are coated with silver-white fireproof materials.

"That's impressive!" The real dragon said to himself.

Besides the real dragon, there is another person here.

He is the instructor who teaches the Fire Class 1 practical class - Darren Dean, nicknamed "The Vulture".

This bald instructor Zhenlong had met him before when he was recruiting students in Danube City. In short, he is also a rude guy, just like Baggio.

"Hello, my name is Lille True Dragon. Please take care of me." The True Dragon stepped forward to greet me.

Dean was sitting on a seat in the corner of the training ground, dozing against the wall.

"Oh, freshmen, find a place to practice by yourself first." Dean raised his head and said disdainfully.

"Excuse me, what should I practice?" asked the real dragon.

"Do you need me to tell you what to practice? Of course it's magic." Dean said impatiently.

"But, I just came here and haven't learned any magic yet." True Dragon said.

"Then let's warm up by running and get a little sweaty." Dean said more impatiently.

"But I just had a full meal and can't run..." Zhenlong said again.

"What do you want?" Dean became angry, stood up and yelled at the real dragon.

"Ah! I..." Zhenlong was immediately shocked by the "power" of the bald instructor.

The vulture didn't notice it when it was sitting, but when it stood up, it was two meters tall! With such a huge creature standing in front of him, it would be strange not to be frightened.

"I, I don't want to do anything, I just want to say hello to you." Zhenlong said with a forced smile.

"Forget it, I won't argue with you as a newbie this time, but remember, you are not allowed to disturb my nap in the future." Dean said.

"I'm sorry, I will pay attention next time." Faced with Dean's warning, the real dragon broke into a cold sweat. So I had to obediently go to another corner, sit cross-legged on the ground, and fall into meditation.

"Kid, I see that you are quite active. You came here before class time. Well, I will give you a special guide. Let's make gestures." Anyway, I can't sleep during the nap, so I might as well find someone to practice with. Kill time.

"Gestures? With you?" Zhenlong's face turned pale.

"What, you're not happy? Or are you afraid? Don't worry, I just want to see your strength." Dean guessed what the real dragon was thinking and added insult to injury.

Zhenlong hesitated for a long time, and after a fierce ideological battle, he decided to give it a try.

"Come on, come on, let me see your fighting spirit." Dean said, curling his fingers.

coax!

Positive silver fighting spirit rose into the sky.

It's really rare to see students with positive silver fighting spirit, probably only a few. However, Dean did not show contempt. Instead, he encouraged him and said, "You have good momentum. Come on, attack me."

The real dragon did not attack immediately, but moved back and forth, trying to find the best angle to attack.

After dozens of steps, the real dragon suddenly turned around and waved the ground-breaking staff in his hand.

Dean expected that the opponent would use fireball or musket, so he put on a symbolic defensive posture. In fact, it's okay even if you get hit a few times from the front, but you are a freshman after all, so you can't polish someone's self-esteem.

In the end, Dean miscalculated. Instead of using fireballs and muskets, the real dragon cast a wall of flames on the spot.

Whoosh whoosh!

Three fireballs flew out of the wall of fire.

"Very good, use the flame wall as a cover to prevent the enemy from identifying your specific location. It's a good strategy!" Dean praised while releasing the crystal wall to resist.