In this classroom, disputes that are not so easily settled as long as Morgana is involved.

When the advantages of noble family, tall stature, straightforward personality, and strong force are concentrated in one girl, it is a disaster for both her and the boys in the same classroom.

Unless he has extraordinary self-confidence in himself, no guy wants to intersect with such a girl. Especially in the actual combat class, he slapped the faces of one boy after another, except for Duchamp, who also skipped class in Fang He, the other boys had a psychological shadow on this count's daughter. Morgana is unaware of this, and is complacent about it.

Duchamp stared at Morgana's sketch, ready to grab it before retreating from the center of the battlefield to safety.

Before he could act, the conflict escalated.

Morgana sneered contemptuously:

"Rikars, an empty nobleman who is idle in the imperial capital, what qualifications do you have to say this?" Morgana bites the word "qualification" very hard.

Eisenberg's face flushed, a word popped out of his mouth, and he turned and walked out of the classroom.

Duchamp's ears were so good that he heard the word clearly: "Scavenger!" ”

The word seemed to be very lethal to Morgana, and Morgana exploded away in an instant, she crossed her waist with one hand, pointed to Eisenberg's back, and a series of words came out gushing:

"What do you say? You vile and shameless villain, shameless thing, pathetic person who failed in political speculation, what is the origin of your family, and do you deserve to sit in this classroom and receive such a higher education? If I shake off that little bit of your family's wealth, will you still have a place here? Don't be ignorant! ”

Eisenberg stopped and turned around, the muscles on his face twisted with anger: "A group of scavengers, what dare you not say, you can say it now, who is the bloody jackal with both hands, isn't it clear at a glance?" ”

As soon as everyone's eyes flickered, Morgana had already thrown away what she was holding, broke out of the encirclement, and rushed towards the classroom door.

Fang, who was standing on the periphery with Dietrie, was taken aback, and before he could react, Eisenberg at the door disappeared.

A wall stood there, bouncing Morgana back.

The professor in the next class stood in the doorway, holding Eisenberg in one hand and a large gun in the other, glaring disapprovingly at everyone in the classroom.

"Is this a rebellion? The listless ones in the training session are so exciting in the classroom. In the next training session, everyone will be delayed by one hour! Remer waved the gun in his hand, and a terrifying roar echoed through the classroom.

All of them glared at Morgana dissatisfied. Morgana pursed her lips, playfully not discerning for herself.

Duchamp carefully picked up the scattered efforts again.

This class is a new guide military technology, and the speaker is the martial artist on the stage who is said to have been in the army for fifteen years. Duchamp was also a little interested in this class, but unfortunately, this thin textbook was flipped through by him within an hour or two after he got it, and the content involved in it was too shallow for him, far less exciting than the Gundam under the principal's laboratory.

He covered up half of the plan with teaching materials and made a final summary of the plan.

Putting the last full stop on the plan, Duchamp stretched out in satisfaction.

"Make a phone call in a moment and ask Emma to come and get the papers." He muttered, and finally had time to glance at the lecture hall.

As a special course, military science and technology is only offered in elite classes, and the purpose is precisely to lay the foundation for these students to enter the army in the future. At the beginning, he only talked about some simple principles of conductive weapons, but Mr. Remur brought a few conductive weapons with him to show, and he dismantled them one by one to explain the conductive booster system inside, and the students listened to them with relish one by one.

Duchamp glanced around, and found that there was a deserter, Eisenberg was ostensibly listening, but in fact he was in a daze, looking at his grim face, as if he was still haunted by the quarrel that had occurred between classes.

Remur bragged about his military experience, boasting about the power of the various weapons used in the army, and boasting about his bravery and good fighting, which the students ate did. Although everyone knows that most of what he says is bragging, everyone likes to hear such stories.

Duchamp listened for a while, and suddenly he had a bad heart, and he raised his hand.

"Ah, Styry, are you done? Have time to listen to me? Teacher Remur said as usual.

There was a burst of laughter below.

It has become a well-known fact that Duchamp likes to wander in class and do other things, and most teachers don't bother to care about him anymore, anyway, he always ends up with a hundred points. But public debunking like remel is still rare.

Teacher Remur waited until he had enough laughter in class before returning to the topic: "What questions do you have?" ”

Duchamp was cheeky and stood up indifferently and asked, "Teacher Remour, I heard that the food in the Wehrmacht is very bad, and they eat mashed potatoes and black bread all year round, and never change other tricks, right?" ”

Teacher Remur had a look of nostalgia on his face, and he fell into the memories of canned beans and brown bread. After a few seconds, he replied honestly: "The army canteen is really not good, sometimes it will be replaced with bean soup and fried onions and the like, the border of the empire is long, especially near the border line in the north, you can't eat fresh vegetables for half a year and half a year, and you rely on canned food in winter, if you want to join the army in the future, you must be prepared to endure hardships." ”

After speaking, he suddenly reacted and glared at Duchamp: "Why are you asking this question, and what does it have to do with the content of the course?" ”

Duchamp's prank succeeded, and he wittily replied:

"Of course it has a relationship, our community is experimenting with using glass greenhouses to grow vegetables, once it can be promoted, we can grow all kinds of vegetables in the northern winter, so that the army's food problem can be improved!"

Remur said disdainfully: "You mean the two sheds in the vegetable field, at that cost, even if they can be grown, I am afraid that the army will not be able to afford them." ”

"Ugh!" The hope that had just sprung up among the young people was ruthlessly smashed on the reef.

After class, it was customary to 'grab food' again, but Eisenberg had no intention of eating, he quietly fell behind the crowd, and walked irritably towards the corner where no one was around.

Duchamp didn't notice this detail either, and he ran to contact the office and asked Emma to pick up the papers.

Before class in the afternoon, Duchamp glanced at the class schedule, and today there were two consecutive sessions of guiding force application, which was really boring.

It's coming soon, and according to Duchamp's plan, every Saturday night, he will give a one-hour lecture at the Civil Guidance Research Association.

Just as he was listlessly spreading out his homework book and preparing to write his morning homework, there was a commotion outside the window!

"Look, the airship, it's going to fall!"

The students excitedly threw themselves over the window and watched as the huge airship slowly prepared to fall, the golden 'RF' logo shining on the airship, which was not Irina's giant car, the Ryan Ford, but a smaller model.

The pilot of the airship landed the airship firmly on the large lawn of the campus, jumped down and waved to the students.

At Duchamp's suggestion, the national airship tour of the Lane Ford Society began. The first stop was selected several national key universities.

More positive news is coming.

The teacher of the guiding force application class walked into the classroom excitedly and shouted: "Hurry up, this class is going to visit the airship, and you can also take the airship to the sky to experience it." ”

The boring class turned into a sightseeing tour on an airship, and the students were all smiling.

Duchamp followed everyone towards the lawn, and suddenly had an idea, this week's theoretical guidance, it is better to talk about airships, there is fashionable value, and there is a sense of existence, and the content of the story is ready-made, and there is no need to prepare separately.