As a Sword Saint, I Want to Be a Demon King

"You, you worked hard..."

Didn't I tell you to find someone stronger?

The silver-haired girl turned her head in wonder, and looked at Xianya who was hiding beside her:

How did you find one like this?

"But master, he is the biggest among them."

The little loli answered aggrievedly.

Being the biggest doesn't mean you're strong!

Ai Wen had no choice but to signal the strong man to go in, and she followed into the room.

In the room, the corner of her mouth twitched.

——Doll models are everywhere in the dormitory.

But it's not the kind of puppet that girls like, it's all clay and metal products, but the appearance is cute.

"Teacher, yes, I'm sorry."

The 2-meter-tall man shyly explained:

"It's my hobby... If you don't like it, me, I'll put them away right away."

"It's nothing, it's normal for boys to like models."

After all, Ai Wen has long seen an otaku's room full of Gao ○ and beautiful girls' hands, so she is not surprised by it:

"What's your name?"

"I, my name is Sam."

The strong man quickly replied.

He seemed to be stuttering, and his speech was not very sharp.

"Sam."

The silver-haired girl nodded:

"I ask you a question...you must answer me honestly."

She decided to bully the honest man:

"If you dare to hide something, I will let you fail the exam, understand?"

"Mentor, you, you ask!"

Startled, Sam answered hastily:

"I, I will, tell you everything!"

"The seventh room to the left from the door, why are the male students inside tied to chairs?"

The silver-haired girl stared sharply at the other party and asked.

"I, I didn't see it."

Sam replied with averted eyes.

But soon added:

"—those people made me say so."

"Oh? Who are those people referring to?"

The silver-haired girl laughed inwardly.

"That's right, just some fierce-looking guys."

Sam replied:

"I don't know their names... They hit people as soon as they came in, they just didn't hit me."

This academy is full of magicians, who can beat you if you are so big.

The silver-haired girl was a little speechless:

Are you not afraid of hand pain?

Unless magic is used, but then things will undoubtedly make a big fuss.

"It seems that these bullies are not without scruples."

She secretly thought:

"And some are bullying and fearing the hard... This is all hidden information."

I asked a few more questions, and found that I couldn't find anything to ask, so I went to the next room and started talking to the students one by one.

"There are no thorns in it, my luck is not bad."

After talking with the first 10 people, the silver-haired girl breathed a sigh of relief:

"There is no one in the 11th room. I guess they have gone out. Come back at night."

Because it is a magic academy, Farnes has strict control over the students.

A magician is a profession that needs to abide by the rules, and people who don't follow the rules are prone to various problems.

Therefore, there are strict bedtimes and wake-up times every day. Although the special recruitment class has not officially started classes during the day, they must return to the dormitory to rest on time at night.

The result was different from what she thought, the 11th student did not return all night!

"This damn guy... dare to make me wait so long!"

Someone thought viciously:

"See how I deal with you tomorrow."

Silent all night.

The next morning, the silver-haired girl was still sleeping with her head covered at 9 am because she slept too late yesterday.

"You... self-study in this class..."

In the dream, she was still living the addiction of becoming a teacher for the first time, but she let the students study by themselves all day long.

The students in the special recruitment class rushed to the classroom one after another, consciously waiting for the arrival of the new tutor.

"Oh!"

After 10 people sat in the classroom, the door was kicked open.

A boy with short blonde hair and cold eyes walked in with his hands in his pockets.

"—what are you looking at?"

He glanced around at everyone in the classroom, and said in a fierce tone:

"Are you looking for death?"

The others immediately lowered their faces, none of them dared to look at him.

"A bunch of trash."

The boy with cold eyes snorted.

Walking to the last row of seats, I put my legs up on the table.

"It's crowded, move forward for me!"

Then he kicked hard at the chair in front with one foot, kicking the male student almost to the ground.

Chapter 250 Five Trash!

"I'll be leaving right now."

The boy in front happened to be the one who was tied to the chair yesterday.

After being kicked, he stood up with an apologetic smile on his face, and took the initiative to change to another position.

"Hey...yesterday it was that group of people, and today it's this kind of guy again."

Thinking of what the silver-haired mentor said "you will stay here for at least three years", he couldn't help sighing, feeling that the days ahead were extremely dark.

After about half an hour, the instructor hadn't arrived yet.

Originally, several people planned to take this opportunity to communicate with each other, but they were interrupted by the boy with gloomy eyes after only a few words.

"I'm going to sleep."

He knocked on the table with his feet, raised his head and said coldly:

"Whoever dares to disturb me again, I will make him look good."

Then he put his legs up there and closed his eyes.

After a while, he actually fell asleep.

Time passed little by little, and by the end of the first class, the instructor still hadn't come.

"Let's go outside, both of us."

These 11 people are 6 male students and 5 female students.

After class, two female students who knew each other got together and walked out of the classroom talking and laughing.

One of the remaining people was sleeping, and the other eight did not move, still immersed in their studies.

——For them, being able to enter Sanctuary Academy is a fate-changing thing, which means they have a bright future.

But the special recruitment class is different from other classes, because there are preferential treatments such as tuition reduction and exemption, and there is an assessment every year. If you fail, you will be kicked out immediately.

Therefore, no one dared to slack off, and all worked hard to improve the level of magic.

"Boom!"

The classroom door was kicked open again.

Five or six boys with unfriendly faces filed in and walked into the classroom.