This turmoil came and went quickly.

To Duchamp's surprise, everyone else but him quickly forgot about it.

Morgana, who had been missing for two days, soon reappeared on campus, still as arrogant as ever.

It is said that she suddenly fainted at a ball, and then was sent to the Templar for treatment, causing a fuss.

And Colin, the genius who disappeared early in the morning, the school announced that he had temporarily returned home because of something at home.

Later, I heard that it was because the family conditions were too difficult, so I simply went back and dropped out of school.

What made Duchamp feel unbelievable was that even Goode seemed to believe these nonsense, completely forgetting that he was so anxious about the disappearance of his classmates a few days ago.

"It seems that either this world is too twisted, or I am not lightly ill!" Duchamp held his head and was troubled in class, if it weren't for the wound on his chest that was still pulling at the nerves, he would almost have thought that he was having a nerve.

Of the people in the class who knew the truth, except for Duchamp, only Eric knew a little bit of ignorance, and after he woke up in the temple, he saw the nun bandage Duchamp's wounds with his own eyes.

Thinking about fainting inexplicably halfway to the temple, something must have happened. But he also seems to have gotten some hints from the school, and made a peaceful and prosperous appearance.

Duchamp himself has a phantom system to heal his body, and this injury is not a big deal, especially after he has treated himself, the huge scar on his chest is healing at an alarming speed, and even the scar on the surface is not obvious.

In order to remind himself that this was definitely not a dream, the first thing Duchamp did after returning to school was to go to Professor Ashley, take back the repaired green feathers, and put them at the head of the bed, reminding himself from time to time.

Professor Ashley said that the master knife maker is really not a cover, this knife has obviously been re-quenched, the corroded areas have been repaired, and a new quenching agent has been added to make the blade more corrosion-resistant.

If he had this knife in place, he might have been able to cut off the witch's head with a single sword.

Du Shang was YY, and suddenly an exclamation came from downstairs: "The midterm exam results have been posted!" ”

Duchamp followed the flow and went to the bulletin board in the courtyard to see the results.

Not surprisingly, except for artistic accomplishment, everything else is full marks!

"Ninth place, so-so." Ditri said casually.

"Tenth place, I have entered the top ten anyway, so it is reasonable." Learmu breathed a sigh of relief.

"There's one guy who's getting worse grades than me, hahaha." It was Fang who laughed so arrogantly, he didn't expect to get any good rankings in the class.

"Wow!" The girl who took the last place in the exam couldn't help crying in public when she heard this. She was the youngest student in the class, Aisha Jorton.

The others cast reproachful glances at Fang, as if it was his fault not to go to the bottom.

Campus life quickly returned to normal, and even Duchamp would have thought it was a dream if it had not been for the guerrillas' private report that 'the threat had been lifted'.

If anything, there is a new course, in addition to one less student on campus.

The school posted a notice at the entrance of the auditorium: "Helen Duncan is specially appointed as a professor of the university, teaching medieval occultism and astrology, and the new subjects are electives, regardless of discipline and grade, can be audited, and the class starts every Saturday afternoon from 14:00 to 16:00." ”

The students were puzzled by the addition of these two courses to the school, which was a dignified Lulei University of Technology, not a pheasant school.

Duchamp was also curious about this, and quietly asked Professor Ashley, who also knew nothing about it.

"Maybe the headmaster had another whim, as far as I know, he has always been interested in medieval alchemy."

It's Thursday, and the last two classes of the morning are Professor Ashley's Principles of Guidance, and as a busy department chair and authority in the Guiding Forces, he only has two classes on Monday and Thursday mornings.

When Professor Ashley came in, he first praised Duchamp, who had scored 120 points in the principle of guidance, and criticized others for not having the spirit of self-study. Duchamp sat in the last row with a bitter face, and he clearly sensed that as soon as the professor's map cannon fired, he was shot twenty-nine times.

Professor Ashley's class never ends in the middle of a class. Always come up according to the textbook in the first 20 minutes, and enter the realm of imagination after 20 minutes, trying his best to talk nonsense about his struggle experience and the history of the development of the guiding force entangled with it, occasionally mixed with a little essence of what the students want to hear. The last half hour turned into a special session for him and Duchamp to explore the future development direction of Guiding Force.

For Professor Ashley, it was Duchamp, the only student who could understand his lectures, that gave him the motivation to come and teach twice a week. And for the students, the second class of the guiding force principle was a disaster.

Today was no exception, when the class was half an hour old, that is, Professor Ashley had just entered the stage of reminiscing about the past, suddenly a lab assistant hurriedly ran into the classroom and said to him, "The principal and the director are here, waiting in the lab to listen to your report on building a campus network." ”

"However, the course is just halfway through, so it would be irresponsible to leave like this." Professor Ashley felt a little embarrassed, and suddenly, his eyes lit up, and he pointed to Duchamp and said, "Styry, you can give them a lesson for the next time, and you don't need to talk about any advanced content, just follow the lecture notes until the end of the class." ”

"Boom!" Duchamp was hit by a map cannon for the second time in a class and was beaten to pieces. He was a little stunned at the gazes that turned from the front row, with anger, disdain, contempt, contempt, mockery, and wait-and-see.

"Hurry up." Professor Ashley urged on the stage and said, "Let's take a top first, the handouts are here, it's a little sloppy, let's make do with it." ”

Duchamp had no choice but to walk up to the stage, take the lecture notes blankly, and watch Professor Ashley leave in a hurry. He turned around and stood on the podium, looking with difficulty at his classmates below. He saw, including Dietrie in the same dormitory, holding hands and looking like they were waiting to see the joke. He didn't have to look at anyone else to feel the negative energy in the classroom.

"Who is my brother, my brother is a modern youth with a golden finger, and he can still suppress you little children who are immersed in the ancient aristocracy!" Duchamp's head is tilted to the right at an angle of 45 degrees to the sky, and as soon as the mouth cannon mode is activated, self-confidence and self-esteem immediately return to their original position, and the small universe is filled with the energy of mouth cannons.

"I didn't expect the professor to leave so quickly, and everyone must have thought his class was long and boring. In that case, it is time to announce the end of the class. ”

Immediately, a group of students stood up and prepared to leave. Duchamp dragged out his voice and said two more words: "But! ”

"However, the cafeteria hasn't started selling food yet, so if I'm not in a hurry to grab it, I can reluctantly follow the professor's teachings." Looking at the contemptuous expressions of several classmates who stood up, Duchamp said: "Students who think it's a waste of time, please go first." ”

Most of the people in the classroom left at once, and the rest were all friends from Duchamp's dormitory, class cadres, and a very small number of study freaks, not a single girl.

Duchamp glanced at the professor's lecture notes quickly, looking at the color of the ink, it should have been a class prepared several years ago, no wonder the professor himself never read the lecture notes. Duchamp remembered the professor's whimsical teaching method, and it seemed that the process of the principle of conductivity was less than half up to now, and he didn't know how much the students understood this half, so he felt that he should concisely explain it from the beginning.

And where to start, speaking of this handout, in fact, Duchamp himself is most dissatisfied with the first chapter at the beginning, and the exposition of the guiding force is not simple and clear at all. Thinking of this, Duchamp suddenly had a script:

"Guiding force is a force of nature. Its source comes from the Qiyao rules contained in nature, which can be said to be the force of this world. In the world we live in, there is no force field of conductive force anywhere, although we cannot touch it directly with our fingers, but our body can directly sense the existence of this force field. The study of this rule is the theory of conductivity. At different times of the Semria civilization, people studied the guiding force in different ways, and found a variety of ways to absorb and release it, including the incomprehensible relics of the ancient Semria, the alchemical civilization of the Middle Ages, and the modern Guiding Revolution. ”

"The guiding force is not immutable, this is mainly because the world we live in is not immutable, but always constantly deriving and evolving, in the event of a catastrophe in the heavens and the earth, miracles, or artificial distortion, the external form of the guiding force, the strength of the force field, and even the form of the guiding force will be changed, at this time, the original guiding method will be invalid, for the mainland, it is a kind of civilization destruction. Then, people explored new ways of guiding and adapting to the new guiding force field, and at this time, a new civilization was born. ”