When the sky was slightly bright, Duchamp sent off the road with red rabbit eyes.

Lu's backpack was filled with an extremely sharp spur, a new tactical power guide, and a multi-function watch.

The thorn had been prepared by Duchamp for the road after careful consideration, and contained a bit of Semrian stone that had been lured from the royal family, and was sharper than any weapon Duchamp had ever made.

However, these are external things after all, and it does not increase Duchamp's sense of security in the slightest.

The figure of the road was getting farther and farther away outside the south gate, and it was no longer visible, and Goode was still tiptoeing on the mountain road to search.

"Let's go, it's time for us to go back." Duchamp greeted Goode.

Goode turned around, stared at Duchamp and asked, "Big brother is gone, what are we going to do now?" ”

Duchamp took one last look at the mountain path and said, "Go back and find Gavin." ”

In the living room of the Spring Warm House, Duchamp piled a bunch of things on the coffee table: a large bundle of Mira, a small guided wave scanner, and an alarm, explaining to Gavin one by one:

"The road is going back to Pvinis, and then diving back from the mountain road, you need to delay some time on the way, you take the money, take the train directly to Julai, find a few places to stay in the city, and then open a shop or something, cover up, don't have public contact with the road. Remember, you have only one task, which is to be ready to answer the road at all times, and if there is an accident on the road, you have to find a way to notify us, and I will be there as fast as possible. ”

Gavin had already packed his luggage, he stuffed the money into the package, and said with some regret: "From Julai here, the letter is too far to write, and there is really something, and there is no time to inform him." ”

Duchamp thought of a solution in the blink of an eye.

"Go back, I'll get a military transmitter and bring it to you."

Aggie didn't go to school today, and he pleaded with the things Duchamp had prepared for Gavin, "Otherwise, I'll go to Julai, too." ”

Duchamp looked at his flickering black eyes, and quickly stabilized him first: "No, Gavin is gone, we have no helpers in Lulei, I still have a lot of things to hand over to you here, if the radio station is here, it will depend on you to receive it." Remember to read quickly, if you can't even read all the words, you won't be able to play with the radio. ”

"Don't worry, my Uncle Aji doesn't have anything that can't be learned!" Aggie smirked the ticket in a triumphant way, and then he remembered an important question, "Then Gavin is gone, and you live in the school again, isn't I the only one in this house?" ”

Duchamp quickly thought of a solution: "I'll write a letter to Ah Wu and ask Uncle Machete or Chuck to come out of one, who do you like to come out?" ”

"I like Uncle Machete, but he's here, what about the old Machete Hotel? It's better to let Uncle Chuck come out, anyway, the hotel is the same for anyone to see. ”

Sent away the way, and sent away Gavin. On the way to school, both Duchamp and Goode's mood was a little heavy. In order to break this dullness, Duchamp tried to turn the conversation to the new school year.

"It's the second grade, so I guess the course will be tighter, look at those senior students, they are busy every day, and there is no time at all."

"Stellory, can you buy a military transmitter? This thing is a controlled item. Besides, it seems that it is not possible to send and receive telegrams alone, and you have to learn to send and receive telegrams. The guidance communication class seems to open this course, or we find a reason, let's say that it is a new research project of the Civil Guidance Research Association, take the opportunity to learn, what do you think? Goode was not at all attracted by the topic of the new school year, and was thinking with all his heart and mind about how to support the road in the rear.

Duchamp frowned at Goode's suggestion, and finally decided to talk to Irina.

"The Ryanford Society is the largest arms dealer in the Empire, so Irina will buy such a small thing."

But why? We can't let her have any bad associations. ”

Duchamp scoffed at this, what kind of person is Irina, how can she have the leisure to ask about these little things. Besides, the reason for this thing, you can come up with one in a second.

"Let's just say that in order to facilitate the purchase of contact with the Pvennis Lord's Mansion, we can't borrow her special line every time we need to contact the lord."

As he walked to the school gate, Duchamp suddenly discovered the New World.

"A lot of freshmen, hahaha! We're seniors now, why don't we play tricks on them? ”

Goode frowned.

"It's better to take advantage of the fact that the new students have just arrived at the school, and organize people to put up the club's posters and recruit more new members. Stellary, you are also a celebrity in school, I plan to write this in the poster: The first senior who was admitted to the guidance department of Lulei University of Technology with a full score served as the technical director of the club, what do you think? ”

Goode's mood was finally successfully strayed. Duchamp smiled smugly. "I think it's okay! It's better to prepare now. ”

The excitement of the first day of school had vanished by the time Professor Ashley spoke as usual in the afternoon.

Professor Ashley, still wearing what seemed to be his only formal attire, enthusiastically praised the results of the second-year class A in the last school year, and just as the hearts of all the students were boiling, he announced in a loud voice:

"From Year 2 onwards, you will be exposed to some of the more complex, but also more substantial, courses that have been added: Guiding Force Applications, Guiding Force Transmission, Guiding Force Military Technology, and the Guiding Networks curriculum that the school has just opened. The completed courses include Fundamentals of Guiding Forces and Imperial History, and two new electives are available, namely Continental History and International Political Relations. ”

There was a neat 'hiss' in the classroom. Two courses were graduated, and four new courses were added. Not counting electives, there are twelve more courses! It was packed from Monday to Saturday.

It's no wonder that the older students are busy all day long, and according to this schedule, everyone basically has only time left to brush their teeth and sleep every day, except for school and completing homework.

Duchamp glanced up at Eric, who was also frowning as he was holding the class schedule.

'It's good that my brother is hanging, otherwise he would have drowned in these books.' Duchamp couldn't help but rejoice in his secrets.

Professor Ashley was pleased with the serious expressions of the students, and he encouraged:

"Judging from the results of the first year, I think that the quality of this year's students is higher than that of previous years, especially in the understanding of the theory of guiding force, which greatly exceeded my expectations. Therefore, in terms of academic arrangement, it is a little more intensive than in previous years. ”

All the students had mixed expressions of joy and sorrow, and couldn't help but look at Duchamp's table.

Duchamp didn't expect that it was this reason that made the head of the department make a misjudgment and increase the weight of the curriculum, so he couldn't cry or laugh in his heart, so he had to face it with an innocent face.

"In addition, from this semester onwards, you have another important task, which is to experiment with the campus guidance network. This is an experiment of great significance, and I believe all the students can't wait! ”

There was dead silence in the classroom. Everyone was still immersed in the dense class schedule, and no one noticed the disappointed expression on the professor's face.

After Professor Ashley left, Eric called a group of classmates to help him carry the books and distribute them to everyone. Textbooks as tall as a hill soon filled the table, and even Duchamp felt the pressure.

This semester, he has more things to do, and he has to plan his time systematically.

Duchamp took a piece of paper and planned it carefully.

"Styri, what are you doing?" Mark, who was sitting next to him, asked.

"I am making a schedule according to the curriculum." Duchamp said with a frown.

"I'll see." Mark leaned his head over to take a look and gasped.

"Monday to Saturday: wake up at 6 a.m. and exercise morning at 6-7 a.m.; 7 a.m. - 7:30 a.m. Breakfast and rest. 7:30-8 a.m., do homework. Take a make-up break at noon, take time to exercise between 9 p.m. and 10:30 p.m., and go to bed at 10:40 p.m. ”

"On Mondays and Thursdays, at noon and in the evening, the assistant in the Guiding Lab works; Tuesday, Wednesday and Friday evenings, club activities. Saturday night, a lecture at the Civil Guidance Research Association. ”

"Sunday: Take care of the affairs of the Green Leaf Institute in the morning, the library or training ground in the afternoon, and rest in the evening."

"And when are the band's rehearsals going on?" Mark discovered a loophole.

"It's only on Tuesday, Wednesday, Friday, and Sunday nights." Duchamp glanced at the schedule and said worriedly.

Eric leaned over, took a look, and pointed out a flaw: "Wednesday and Friday nights are the Guiding Network Experiment. ”

Oh, my God! Duchamp felt a splitting headache.

Isaac looked up to the sky and sighed: "After reading this planner, I suddenly feel that life is boring!" ”

"It's still Styry's schedule, and the rest of the people are going to spend all their nights doing their homework."

In the long sigh of a group of people, Fang seemed to grasp the point. When his classmates had left, he whispered to Duchamp: "It seems that you can finish your homework in class, so you can copy all your homework for me after class." ”

Duchamp glared at him: "I've been copying and copying, what should I do when I take the exam?" ”

Fang said disapprerovingly: "What are you afraid of, with you, copy until you graduate, no." ”