Dharma god he doesn't want to go to school

Give Phoenix and other students "part-time jobs", temporarily confuse the current topic, or reject Phoenix's invitation, and usher in possible more serious problems like "the composition of expelling magic" and "how do you silence me and expel the magic around me?" element" query?

Shame on Ansair... for choosing the former.

He comforted himself that all this was to fulfill the "task" assigned to him by Her Majesty the Queen, and to carry out his original intention of coming to Keres.

How can one forget the original intention?Even in the face of the goal that needs to be tested in his original intention, he has to stand up.

Ansair smiled wryly in his heart, with a calm face.

Phoenix's smile became more and more kind, which made him feel guilty.Fortunately, Phoenix just pointed out his mistakes in the battle and the direction of improvement in a gentle voice, and then eagerly asked him the effective time of expulsion of magic, and whether using spells would cost a lot to the caster himself.

"..." Ansair accepted Phoenix's suggestion humbly, and then said, "Using this spell is not expensive, at least not for me."

He has different conditions for using magic elements from other legal professionals. He can directly control|control it, which is much easier than others.

"As for the effective time of the spell, I haven't tested it on a large scale, so I don't know much about it."

It's the first time he uses expulsion magic, so of course he doesn't know how long it will last :).

Phoenix pondered for a moment: "In this case, you go to the advanced college first, experiment in the theory class, test the duration, conditions, and range of the spell, and then according to your schedule and energy, find free time to go to the intermediate and junior colleges to assist teachers in class. ,May I?"

Ansair thought for a while: "If the spell lasts long enough, can I use it once during class and then leave?"

It's already very sad that I have to go to class, but I have to worry about other students?The little prince was not very happy.Thinking of his friend Ernest's operation, his heart was beating around the corner.

Phoenix smiled and said, "Of course." He took out a card, "This is my laboratory pass, if you have any questions, please come to me."

Ansair was very pleasantly surprised: Phoenix didn't give much lectures, before he still had a headache how to observe his department head and find out whether the other party was doing his duty, now he has a ready-made opportunity for close contact; Are you talking about simply cultivating valued students, or are you implying something else?

After Phoenix and Ansair finished speaking, they recorded the duration of the spell while commenting on Samuel and Hayden's performance today. Combining the specific situation and citing extensively, not only did the two being evaluated listen carefully, but they were also a little distracted at first. Ansair listened attentively afterwards.

Samuel and Hayden/Ansair have benefited a lot from the guidance of the top/experienced legal professionals.

The only exception, of course, was Ernest.He crossed his arms and stood beside Ansair leisurely. He neither listened carefully to the instructions of a Dharma god, nor worried that leaving the examination room early before Shelley could speak would have any impact on his grades.

In other words, he didn't take grades to heart at all.Whether it is theoretical results or actual combat results.

The eyes are looking straight ahead, as if looking at Phoenix, which is a kind of polite sight.Only he himself knows that from the corner of his eye, he greedily draws the familiar figure, and the focus is fixed on the serious face of the other party.

When Shelley finished shaving Gerald and Vanessa, and led the two students with more obvious injuries, he saw the thorny head standing there at a glance, and pulled the corners of his mouth in disgust.

Then the results of the three physics departments were announced on the spot: Gerald 90 points, Vanessa 93 points, and Ernest 99 points.

"You still have to practice your combat awareness."

After she finished talking about the advantages and disadvantages with the other two, she only said this to Ernest.

Ernest: "I see."

Shelley scolded his fellow clan again and again in his heart. It was okay to let this guy come out to harm others, and pulled Phoenix, who had finished pointing out, to turn around and leave.

After the two school leaders returned to the dean's office—Shelley entered Phoenix's office very consciously—Shelley lost the last bit of face in front of the students and hugged her legal husband, Ask intimately: "What is that person's background?"

The fight with Ernest was fruitless, and Shelley knew it well.

The two fought immediately after arriving at school, and they had a general understanding of each other's strength.Although there is no explicit statement in this assessment, there is still a tacit understanding so far.

——This is just an exam, not a life-and-death battle.The school's sufficient funds are not the reason for them to try to increase maintenance costs.

But what the hell is that Al Schilling?Shelley did not believe that a student who had just entered school could snatch the control of the magic element from Phoenix.

Phoenix is ​​the god of law.

Seriously, Shelley wants to beat Phoenix?The chances of success are too low.She was a whole class below him.

Unless she's taken the phoenix by surprise in the first place, or, well, in a less harmonious way.

The always hearty and unruly woman leaned her head on her lover's shoulder, and in her frosty white eyes was the diametrically opposite fiery trust.

She picked up a strand of her husband's hair, and asked casually, "Have you stayed in the laboratory enough? Doing research for a long time, have you almost forgotten your fighting consciousness?"

A smile flashed across Phoenix's eyes.

"Do you want me to help you recall memories?" Shelley blew in his ear.

Obviously exchanging information, Shelley abruptly turned the scene to the eighteen|forbidden cave.

Phoenix is ​​only a little taller than Shelley, and the dragon's genes are sometimes so good that people can't help it.He narrowed his eyes, hugged his wife back, and seemed to enjoy the silence that belonged to them alone at this moment.

"I want to contact the Magic Research Association."

Shelley immediately rolled her eyes, sat down on Phoenix's sofa, and raised her chin to signal him to continue.

The way the wife turns her face is so cute.

Phoenix smiled and took out the representative nameplate issued to him by the Magic Research Association on the desk, and brushed the last two words of the nameplate with his fingers.

"Act of God".

He said happily: "Geniuses come forth in large numbers."

Only when more talented professionals emerge, will they have an advantage in fighting the berserkers.Not to mention such a young talent.

Shelley didn't care about the appearance and was stunned: "That Al Schilling..."

Phoenix affirmed: "Either he is about to break through and become a Dharma God, or he is already a Dharma God, but the foundation is not solid."

How high is a Dharma God's vision?Al Schilling's theoretical achievements discussed by classmates at the same school were put in his eyes, let alone worth mentioning.

Otherwise, why didn't he ask questions about the newly discovered magic principle, which spell was adapted from it, and so on?Because they know that the two sides are of similar levels, if legal professionals at their level discuss magic, if they don't bring it up willingly, they don't respect each other, and there may be a gap.

Of course, there is another very important point. Knowing that the other party has a poor foundation, you may not be able to find out why. At this time, of course, you must first improve the basic quality of the other party, and then find a suitable time to chat with each other within the scope of your willingness. chat.

Phoenix sees nothing wrong with his approach.

In addition, does the Association for the Study of Magic know about the existence of this child?Probably should know.A month ago, there were a series of hidden changes within the association, and the source or cause was probably because of this child.Phoenix was thoughtful. At that time, he only knew the process but not the cause. Now he pushed it backwards and guessed about it.

After all, he was one of only sixteen official members of the Association for the Study of Magic.

Well, just now I don't know if the number of members has increased.

So why didn't the association take the child away directly, but let the child run to Keres, and pretended to be his own strength?

Thinking of the handwritten encrypted information about "Al Schilling" given to him by her husband, and the back door the principal opened for him, Phoenix made a mark on "Al Schilling"'s origin.has a problem.

What Shelley thought was more absurd and unbelievable.This year, there is a fellow clan who is as strong as her, maybe even stronger than her, and a fellow clan who is so young and insists on going to school, which has shocked her so much that she wants to check her eyes and brain.

——Of course, the age in the eyes of the Dragon Clan is young. On the one hand, the lifespan of the long-lived species must be considered. On the other hand, they are born as eggs, and the years before hatching will not be counted when calculating their age.

She thought that the average strength and ceiling of this class had already reached the peak here in Ernest, but she didn't expect that there was an even scarier guy hiding underneath?

Phoenix chuckled and said, "Seeing is better than hearing a hundred times..." He heard enough news from his wife, and even took a look at it indirectly, but it was not as clear as what he saw or experienced personally.

If Al Schilling's strength had not reached a certain level, he wanted to use a simple silence technique or a variant of expulsion magic to forcibly silence a magic god's magic midway?

Totally impossible!

"But his knowledge reserve is really good," Phoenix thought for a while, using euphemistic words, "needs to be improved."

Shelley couldn't help puffing: "So you arranged it that way?"

Phoenix smiled silently.

·

By Lake Minfer, as soon as Shelley and Phoenix left, Dr. Hughley left with a strange look on his face after treating Gerald and Vanessa's injuries.

Hayden, who was held by Geraldella, immediately stood in front of Ansair: "Let's talk."

With a menacing look and a gloomy face, Ansair almost thought that his roommate was going to put him in a sack.

"..." he said, "Calm down bro."

Hayden said seriously: "I can't calm down."

Ansair: "..." For the sake of harmonious roommates and classmates, should he apologize, saying that he really doesn't want to be our friendly army, or should he give up struggling and let the other side sack him?

What to do, he kind of wants to turn back.

No, no, how can he play a small temper at this time, he made a mistake first, he has to apologize sincerely.

"Sorry, I didn't realize at the time that something went wrong with the spell."

"Is this the first time you used expulsion magic?" Samuel asked, "Do you feel uncomfortable? Do you need to call Dr. Hughley back to see?"

As expected of the holy father who is famous throughout the school.

Ansair was very moved, thanked Samuel for his kindness, and repeatedly emphasized that he was fine.

Hayden said abruptly: "Since you have no problem, let's talk."

Ansair: "..."

Ernest frowned slightly.

"Ahem." Gerald didn't want his partner to be worn by his classmates for some reason. Even if he was physically disabled (big mistake), he would stand up and explain calmly, "Hayden was curious about your magic just now, so I wanted to Talk to you, nothing else."

Ansair was speechless for a long time, "Huh?" Didn't the roommate want to meet him in the woods?

Gerald said at his fingertips: "If your spells are engraved in scrolls or on alchemy items, and you take them out unexpectedly during the battle, hey, if there are legal professionals among the enemies, wouldn't the combat effectiveness be greatly reduced on the spot? Such alchemy products , the attraction to alchemists is unparalleled."

Hayden nodded vigorously.

Gerald continued: "Of course, we don't ask you about the principle of the spell, the trajectory of its movement, or the secret technique. It's better to hold the core in your own hands."

Ansair's brain hurts: How did he make up a secret art core?

"So Hayden's original intention was to ask if you would like to cooperate. If you create a secret technique, Hayden will find a way to apply the secret technique to alchemy." Gerrard coughed, "Of course, the price will be higher after the finished product is finished." Very negotiable."

Hayden didn't care about the second part of Gerrard's words at all, and stared at Ansair with burning eyes. It seemed that as long as Ansair nodded, he could drag people back to his laboratory for a few days A few nights of research.

There is no secret technique, and there is no so-called core key to cast the secret technique. Ansair calmly declined Hayden's (and Gerrard's) invitation, and decided to go back and think about how to implement the "expulsion magic secret technique" come out.

Maybe it's the same as the way he controlled the magic element to slowly flow back a few minutes ago?Ansair thought.

——The expelled magic elements have not recovered, and Phoenix, who is still recording the effects and time of spells, can't leave.

Wanting to understand this truth, he didn't want to face Phoenix again, jumping back and forth on the verge of being questioned, Ansair decisively tried to control the balanced distribution of magic elements, and Phoenix left contentedly after recording.

After the first meal of the practical exam, Ansair and Ernest ate in the dormitory.Just the two of them.The other four either communicated with other friends (analyzed grades), specifically referring to Gerald and Vanessa, or went to comfort the students who did not pass the exam after the aura of compassion was opened, specifically referring to Samuel here, or claiming to have With a new inspiration, he went straight to the cafeteria and had a quick meal before diving into the laboratory, specifically referring to Hayden.

Ansair took the lunch from Nimi, accepted the other party's congratulations, and walked into Ernest's room with two meals.

"Peng".

Colorful confetti exploded above Ansair's head.

"Congratulations Al for the top score!"

He raised his head in surprise, and just turned around to take a takeaway. He didn't expect his friend to conjure up a small and delicate firework | cannon like a magic trick.

"Your grades are higher than mine." He couldn't laugh or cry, "And it's just actual combat grades."

Ernest corrected seriously: "Although we are in the same class, in terms of grades, the law department and the physics department are too different. They should be counted separately, otherwise it will be unfair to both parties."

Ansair raised his lips helplessly, and swallowed what he didn't say, "And I took the exam this time by a coincidence, I really wrote it down step by step, and I don't know how many points I can get."

When celebrating, don't spoil the fun.

"I just want to congratulate you," he said with a smile, "The high score of 99 points is much higher than mine."

If a person with poor grades wants to improve his score, it is easy for a few points at the beginning, but as he goes on, the more he wants to get closer to the full score, the effort, energy, and even the requirements for talent are immeasurable. .

Otherwise, how do you say that the difference of one point in the high segment has a completely different gold content from that in the low segment.

Ansair is well aware of this truth.

Ernest didn't want to explain further on this topic, he picked up a teacup with pale gold inside and outside: "There are classes in the afternoon, replace wine with tea, cheers!"

"cheers!"

Ansair subconsciously picked up another teacup on the desk and drank it in one gulp before realizing, "Is your prototype engraved on it?"

He raised his teacup and looked at it curiously.The outer wall of the cup is pure black, but the inner wall is snow white. When you touch it with your hand, you will find a circle of dragons engraved on it in the delicate and smooth touch. Look carefully, there is a smaller figure on the handle of the teacup. dragon.

There was no such cup in the tea room before, and Ansair quickly realized its origin, the origin of the engraved dragon.

Ernest refilled Ansair's cup of tea and said happily, "It's me."

"Who did you engrave?" Ansair asked.

While curious, there was a trace of regret and melancholy in my heart.

He is still not very familiar with his friend's dragon shape, has anyone been able to perfectly copy it?Also, my friend has used the dragon shape most of the time in the habitat of the ethnic group for so many years, and it is normal for some people to be familiar with it.

They've only known each other for over a month.

"I carved it myself."

Ansair's eyes lit up.

Ernest said softly, "To commemorate our meeting."

Ansair looked at the teacup in his hand, then at the teacup in his friend's hand, surprised and laughed: "I didn't expect you to be so versatile."

First picking tea to make tea, and now making cup carvings by myself, this is simply a treasured friend.

Ernest raised the cup in his hand to show him: "Since it is to commemorate each other, I want to make a cup with my characteristics for Al you, and then make a cup with your characteristics I use it myself. So I engraved my prototype on the cup I gave you." He said distressedly, "But I can't think of your unique characteristics, Al, so I just made a simple model for the time being."

"Al, what mark or feature do you think I should add to the cup?"

Ansair was stunned for a moment, and the warm smile froze at the corner of his mouth.

His imprint or traits?

Ernest quickly added: "Or what do you like? Flowers, grass, animals, badges? Pick any one."

How could he choose randomly? Ansair shook his head. His friend engraved his own prototype and gave it to him. As a souvenir of his friend, how could he treat it casually?Moreover, the souvenirs are all arranged by friends and handmade, so he shouldn't ignore them.

Can it belong to him alone, a unique feature?

The royal coat of arms certainly won't work, and the rest...

"I write a line of characters, can you engrave according to this?" Finally, Ansair said.

Ernest naturally agreed, Ansair took a piece of paper and slowly wrote down his name——

[Ansel Schilling Owig].

Not the pseudonym Al Schilling, but writing his name in this life in the words of his previous life.

"That's it." He raised his voice at the end.

Anyway, no one in this world knows square characters, and if his identity is revealed in the future, he can still argue that he told his friends long ago, but they didn't recognize them.

Ansair laughed.

Most importantly, this is the symbol that best symbolizes him.

Everything in the previous life is like a passing cloud, and he will live in peace and stability in this life.

He raised his head and asked with a smile, "Does it look good?"

It is difficult to learn the mother tongue in the previous life, but it is undeniable that it is a beautiful language.

Ernest didn't answer right away. His rare attention was not on Ansair. The first moment he saw that line of characters, he was immersed in a strange state. The voice was indistinct, all the scenes in front of me were indistinct, and in the end, the inexplicable characters that I wanted to memorize in my heart also became indistinct.

In the end he...

"..."

The hazy voice in the ear suddenly became clear for a moment.

"... Ernest? Are you awake? Are you too tired?"

The familiar tone, but more mature tone made Ernest suddenly have the urge to cry.Huge grief surged in his heart, followed by a thick bloodthirsty desire that spread rapidly throughout his body.

That's what he lost...

"Take a rest if you're too tired." The gentle male voice concealed the exhaustion very well, and after the slight sound of water, "Let me tell you about the time I was in Keres."

Ernest heard "he" himself chuckle, with a touch of satisfaction and blood.

Why is Al tired? "His" voice?Also, the sound of water?

The man smiled, "You study and hunt in the habitat of the ethnic group, and you have never been to a school in the mainland to exchange and study. You must not know what it is like to go to school in Kles."

Ernest heard "his" own voice, a little lower than his present:

"It doesn't matter, I have you enough."

"You insist on looking down on Kles, and you don't want to study in any comprehensive school. I don't know what you're awkward about."

"No."

"The pride of a genius is understandable."

"You're much smarter than me."

"Hey, stop bragging, do you still want to hear my story about the past?"

The man recalled, "Leaving for the first time... to go to school, not to mention being tricked into a special class by my mother, and at the beginning of school, I also met a strange person with a sick mind. Hey, it seems to be called Griman? The donkey I rode to school was swallowed, and I was so mad at that time."

"Are you okay?"

"It's okay, it's okay, the school's sign is there, and the students dare to eat people in public? That's because I didn't pay attention to the donkey at the time, and my reaction and experience were insufficient, so I took the opportunity to make trouble."

"and after"

"Think about who I am... who can suffer? When I realized it, I had sex with Griman, and took out the donkey unharmed. Well, the donkey was full of saliva. I hated it for a long time."

"Then, firstly, it's because... I'm a bit obsessed with cleanliness, and secondly, I feel that I can't keep the donkey safe, so I asked someone to send the donkey to my mother and let her look at it..."

Ernest clenched his fingers, this is Al, he absolutely cannot admit his mistake, but he didn't go to Kles?Didn't stop Gerryman's little lion move at the beginning of school? "Al" didn't leave that stupid donkey behind after school started?

Since the donkey was sent away early, Jennifer and the others...

In a daze, he felt that there was a hard object in his hand that hurt him. He looked down and saw that it was a necklace with a line of familiar words engraved on the lower end of the necklace.

"...Kres, have a good reputation? Ha! Didn't we just let us lurk nearby without knowing it? Thank you, there are many prestigious schools here, and we live in Devia city very safely, Very pleasant."

The shrill female voice made Ernest couldn't help recalling the day that was etched in his mind, because of her, his Al was forced to bear the pressure of berserkers prematurely, because of her, his Al was frightened and depressed for a while.

Is it her?

……

"..."

"Ernest?"

The slightly youthful tone brought Ernest back to his sanity.

"what happened?"

Raising his eyes, it was Al's concerned eyes.He looked at his beloved who left the cushion and half leaned on the armrest of his seat, and a strong desire to protect and tear surged in his heart.

To protect the one he loves, to tear apart the existence that dares to hurt the one he loves.

Ernest closed his eyes, hiding the thick blood in his eyes, raised his head, and looked calm again in an instant.

"Just now I was fascinated by how to engrave words in the cup. Sorry, I didn't hear what you said later."

"It's okay, you'll be fine."

Ansair was concerned about Ernest's expression, but he didn't notice that the word "character" in the other's mouth was missing a "fu".

Ernest came back to his senses and said calmly, "It's really all right." He showed Ansair the inner wall of the cup, "I want to engrave it inside, shrink it a little, and engrave it twice, what do you think?"

"It's okay." Seeing that his friend's expression was normal, Ansair felt relieved, "You can do whatever you like."

"Then I'll put it away first, so as not to forget the texture when I want to engrave it later." Ernest calmly put away the paper on which his name was written.

Before Ansair wrote it down, he was ready to give the Chinese characters to his friend, and he only nodded upon hearing this.

After the two had lunch, one went to class, and the other went to be a teaching assistant, but this time was different from the previous few days, and the identities of the two were switched.

"Don't worry about what the students below are thinking, just complete the teacher's request." Ernest reminded, "However, do you want to test the effect and duration of the spell in the first class? You can bring some books to read." , lest the mere record is boring.”

Ansair responded with a smile, full of confidence.

Why did he go back to the dormitory for lunch?Of course, it is for the convenience of trying spells in advance. The results of several small-scale experiments are quite satisfactory. He can already foresee the future: when the classmates are in class, he casts a spell, Shi Shiran turns around, and does not take away the beauty of a cloud day.

"Al, are you happy?"

Ansair was about to leave, when he suddenly heard such an inexplicable question from his friend, he was a little puzzled, after thinking about it, he said, "I'm so happy."

The results of the actual combat test came out, and the doubts about him in the school can be stopped for a while.Besides, he only realized later that if he expels magic to all the law students in all grades one by one, his reputation will change from "back door" to "terrible devil" in no time.

——Except for him, didn't that legal professional begin to sense and get close to magic elements at the age of six?Some even earlier.Would they prefer an environment without magical elements?

In the future, facing him will be more about avoiding and being in awe.

Ansair felt that this was good, not because he was optimistic, but because his classmates and roommates did not reject him, and his friends were as close to him as ever, so he had nothing to worry about.

Looking into Al Chunche's eyes, Ernest paused and smiled in relief.

After seeing Ayer off, he stood there for a while, his soothing expression changed, and his lowered eyes were full of gloomy and terrifying aura.

There are secrets in his memory.

What happened to his Al.

·

Al Schilling and Ernest's actual combat results are higher than Samuel's four of them!

During a meal, the news spread throughout the school.

It was just after the exams, and the students were paying close attention to their grades. If there was a rumor, it would be spread quickly, let alone something related to the popular figures of the past two days.

"No way?"

Some students couldn't believe it.It is true that the theoretical results of the two "freshmen" yesterday were deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, so they are skeptical about the contrasting actual results.

"Really, Samuel and the others said it themselves!"

"Really or not? Did you hear it wrong? Or did Samuel's kind character commit another crime?"

"Someone managed to get the report card of the special class! The exam papers are different, only the report card of the grade can be seen if you think about it. The report card clearly says that Ernest has a score of 99 and Al Schilling has a score of 95." ! Taller than everyone else!"

"Isn't it?!"

After hearing about the actual combat results of the two, especially Ansair, there are roughly three reactions.

One is still gnashing their teeth, because they can't get used to some students who were airborne.They were severely slapped across the air by Ansair, and they insisted on standing on the front line of anti-"new students" because they were not convinced and refused to admit it.It's just that due to the status quo, it temporarily hibernates.

One is a student who suddenly realizes that he thinks he understands the reason why the school recruited two "freshmen", and then regrets it.They are already pondering whether to apologize to Al Schilling who has been talked about, and reflect on their partiality.

There is another type, most of them are from the physics department. They admire Ernest's strength, and at the same time, they are friendly to Al Schilling, Ernest's friend who never leaves his mouth in two of Ernest's three sentences.Now it is even more clapping, all of them said that the teaching assistant (idol) has a good vision, and the teaching assistant (idol)'s friends are strong.

"It's up to the teaching assistants to make friends," some sober-minded students (fans and girls) reminded, "If you don't want to be beaten up, don't mention it in front of the teaching assistants."

"Hey, I know, I know, why don't I just talk about it in private."

"...Why do I have a bad feeling."

"Tell you quietly, don't tell anyone else."

"Please allow me to solemnly refuse!"

"Refusal is invalid! Didn't the assistant coach always say that he was his best and only friend? Our team once observed that as long as the assistant teacher didn't attend class and beat us up, he would definitely be with Shirin. Stay together. Meng Buli is anxious not to leave Meng."

"..."

"At that time, our small team saw that there was a situation between the two of them! It's just a classmate, and it's not good to have a relationship~ you know the kind, so it's only spread in a small area."

"Since you said a small-scale transmission, why did you tell me all of a sudden?"

"Domineering and deserted, only laughing for you x Weak little white flower group of friends, you don't eat it, you always eat it, right?"

"..."

"Eat?"

"eat!"

The squad expanded secretly, showing a thriving situation for a while, which made the squad leader, that is, the long-eared mouse girl who spoke up for Xilin and Ernest in the cafeteria in the morning, cry with joy: "I feel supreme happiness!"

Miss Medusa hugged Miss Long-Eared Mouse tightly: "Ah, I'm dead!"

No matter what the students in the school think, the course does not depend on their will. After the test, they have to go to class in the afternoon of the same day, no matter whether they do well or not.

What a hot school!After the exam, we will continue to attend class!Is there any humanity!

The only ones who have time to sort out their mood for the exam are some students of the advanced college (the few people in the special class are too few to be ignored).

The biggest difference between advanced colleges and intermediate and junior college courses is that students have a certain right to choose independently, and the curriculum arrangements are different.

Some students who had no class in the afternoon lazily slumped in the dormitory, chatting about today's affairs, exams, recent hot topic figures and so on.

Until a sudden news blew up all the students who were idle outside the classroom.

A few minutes ago, in a certain class of the law department of the senior college, the teacher came to the class bell, with a happy face, in stark contrast to the sluggish students below.

"Introduce you to a teaching assistant."

teaching assistant?After attending class for more than a month, a teaching assistant suddenly came halfway?The students below cheered up.

Where is the holy——

"This is your teaching assistant Al Schilling," the teacher introduced kindly. "You will meet often in the future, so remember to say hello."

The heads of the students are going to fly: huh?Isn't this the character that has been discussed recently?Why suddenly come to be their teaching assistant?Is it possible that it is similar to the situation in the physics department next door, where a certain student can be picked out to beat up the entire department based on his ability?

Their faces are vigilant and eager to try, and some of them still hide deep unwillingness.

He is a student like them. / He's just a student!Before noon they didn't look down on him at all!

The following questions also appeared in everyone's mind: this class is not a practical class, but a theoretical class. Is it possible to change the location of the class?

Knowing that Al Schilling can't get the theoretical grades on the table, no one thinks that the school will get mad and ask him to give them theoretical classes.

Knowing what the teachers were up to, Ansair looked at the young faces below and observed three seconds of silence: after the teacher learned that he could control the range of expelling magic elements, the look of joy when he turned his head, And the "frequent meeting" in the introduction just now, heart.

There is a serious teacher watching, no one who is really brainless dares to make a fuss at this moment, after the students say hello to the teacher—some of them just moved their mouths, and the sound did not come out at all—Ansair is in the last row of the classroom Sit down near the door.

Other students: ? ? ?

How fat?

On the podium, the teacher kindly looked at his hard-working (not) students, and nodded kindly to Ansair: "It's time to start."

They didn't know what kind of riddles the teacher and Al Schilling were playing. Under the watchful eyes of everyone, they only saw Al Schilling took out his staff and waved it lightly——

Zira.

There were several low-pitched sounds of tables and chairs colliding with the ground, and expressions of astonishment, rejection, and distortion appeared on the faces of the students.But after more than ten years of elite education, no one jumped up to ask what was going on, and no one left their seats.The most outrageous thing was just accidentally touching the table and chairs in shock.

Ansair, who was secretly observing, filled in a relatively satisfactory number in the column of Kles' education quality.

The teacher was also very satisfied. He finally opened his mouth and explained to the confused and panicked little lambs: "Assistant Xilin can mark out the forbidden magic area at a low cost. In the future, you will often meet with Assistant Xilin, whether it is a theoretical class or a practical class. .”

The tireless attitude, the upright and gentle expression fully reflect the self-cultivation of an educator.

What an educator's self-cultivation!Ansair picked up the staff that fell on the ground without a trace.

Now, all the students in the classroom know how Al Schilling's title of teaching assistant came about.Some mourned in their hearts when they were drawn.The expulsion of magic and the field of anti-magic in the morning were created by Al Schilling, and the cost was relatively small. The school directly targeted him, and then logically focused on them, a group of weak, pitiful and helpless students.

This is still a positive view of Xilin, and those students who don't like Xilin's life and death are about to collapse right now.

Look, other people have better luck than you, entered a special class, have better actual combat results than you, and your unmatched specialties, which crush you to death and make you suffer repeatedly in hell without magic elements.

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Never let go!They will never let go of the evil forces!Al Schilling is a back door guy with a bad theory...

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