Everyone has heard the rumor that Qiao made about Duchamp, just as a joke, and few people take it seriously, but now when they see Duchamp making a big move, they all think in their hearts: "Let this kid's mouth be broken, today he will have to lack arms and legs." ”

Seeing that the situation was urgent, Eric hugged Duchamp's waist regardless of the huge gap in force, and said: "Stelly, calm down, they are all classmates, and your subordinates are merciful." ”

Duchamp put on such a laborious posture and recited such long lines, his hands were already sore, and he took the opportunity to throw Qiao to the ground, and said: "Don't worry, I won't want this kid's life today, let alone let this kid break his hands and feet." He pushed Qiao and said, "Little bastard, if you want to live, run away." ”

Joe didn't know what kind of medicine was sold in Duchamp's gourd, and as soon as he got out, he turned around and ran downstairs. When he ran out of the dormitory door, Duchamp broke free from Eric's embrace, slapped everyone away and rushed out.

Everyone hurriedly rushed out, only to see that Joe had run to the top of the stairs, and was about to run down this floor, when suddenly there was a flower in front of him, and Duchamp, who was still more than ten steps away, rushed to Joe, pulled out a long knife, and the knife fell in his hand, and there were three or four knives horizontally and vertically, Joe let out a terrible and long scream, and the clothes on his body flew like snowflakes.

Hearing such a poignant cry, some timid classmates, covering their eyes, couldn't bear to look at Qiao's miserable situation, after a while, they didn't hear any movement, and quickly let go of their hands again, only to see Duchamp put away the knife in a dashing manner, and said to Qiao: "Qiao children's shoes, we are clear." ”

Joe closed his eyes, screamed seventeen or eighteen times in succession, and suddenly felt that there was no movement, and when he opened his eyes, he saw that Duchamp had already disappeared, and when he felt it again, he felt that the parts of his body were intact, and when he looked down, he let out another terrible exclamation. His clothes and pants were all cut into strips, out of shape, and fell to the ground along with his underwear, and at this time standing in front of many children's shoes, it was already three o'clock.

He let out another earth-shattering scream, covered the vital parts with one hand, lifted the broken pants with the other, twisted his butt and ran back to the dormitory.

On that day, the men's dormitory on the third floor was hotly discussing two things, one was Duchamp's astonishing knife technique, and the other was the size of the little Ding Ding under Qiao.

Joe was physically and mentally injured, hid in his dorm room, and didn't go to class for a day. Duchamp barely took two classes, and all he heard and saw was the heated discussion of other people's monster about him, and he couldn't stay in the classroom, so he simply skipped class and ran to the school library to mess around.

The school library has two floors and a small salon underneath.

Duchamp looked at it, but at first glance he couldn't help but think: why didn't this library have a noble and commoner area.

He made such a big fuss today, and estimated that there would be bad debts such as suing parents and students in the future, and he had already made up his mind that if he was expelled from school in the future, he would definitely beat this Qiao up and throw him outside the wall.

In this day and age, a university library is a rare treasure. Duchamp was in a bad mood and did not have the pleasure of scanning books. He slept on his stomach in the library, rummaged through the shelves, and suddenly found a good book, "Guiding Force and Magic", and read it in the normal way of opening.

This book "Guiding Force and Magic" is not a serious guide spell, but a comparison of the various superpowers possessed by human beings recorded in ancient civilizations with the guide found today. The author of this book, on the other hand, is quite bizarre, and is said to be a mysterious archaeologist, and the content involved in it is rambling. And the reason why it can appear in the library of the Lulei University of Technology is because the prehistoric rumors involved in it are considered valuable, but the description of the guiding force is too fantastical.

Suddenly, Duchamp felt that someone was looking at him, and when he swept away, he found that it was the teacher Daru Weima, and his heart suddenly rippled. "It turns out that the library is a holy place for pickling girls, but it's true." The more I thought about it in my heart, the more focused the expression on my face became, and the faster I turned the book, and in a blink of an eye, half of the book had already been turned.

"Poof." Someone laughed in my ear. Duchamp saw through the gap between the book and the desk that the long legs of the beautiful teacher had reached him, but he still did not look back and asked, "What is so ridiculous about such a serious book." ”

"Aren't you the one who just entered the school this year? What's it called, what's it? ”

"Stellary Duchamp, first year of conduct."

The big beauty suddenly realized and said, "Yes, yes, you are the freak who got a full score in the guidance theory." He sighed again: "Sure enough, he looks like a freak." ”

Duchamp was already in a bad mood, and after listening to such an evaluation, his face suddenly turned into an iceberg. Even if it is a teacher, even a beautiful teacher, he gets angry and still doesn't give face. He didn't say anything, picked up the book "Guiding Force and Magic", and read it again. Seeing that Duchamp ignored him, the big beauty said in a long voice: "I said, you are flipping around like this, can you understand?" ”

Duchamp said: "If you don't understand, remember it first, and then you may be able to understand it." After saying that, I actually looked at it again.

The big beautiful woman stretched out her hand, took away the book that Duchamp used as a fig leaf, and exclaimed, "Is it so rude to the teacher?" ”

"What a fast hand speed!" Duchamp held the air in his hands, feeling extremely embarrassed.

Weimar took the book, turned two pages, pointed to one of the pages, and said, "Can you understand these contents?" ”

Duchamp sticks his head out, and it is the page where the author of the book proposes the hypothesis.

Duchamp found this book interesting because it involved a hypothesis: "Guiding force is magic, but human beings nowadays have lost the ability to directly absorb and store magic with their bodies." "In addition, the book examines the ancient 'mantra' as a suggestive technique of mental concentration.

In addition, there are a large number of conjectures about prehistoric civilization and alchemy civilization in the book, most of which are the author's own conjectures and have no real evidence. Now, what Mr. Weimar is pointing to is that hypothesis.

"This, it doesn't seem right to say that the body can't absorb the guiding force, isn't it true that many people who have cultivated to a high level can use Qiyao's power to temper their bodies? Personally, I think that it should be the current guiding force, and the ancient magic force, maybe there have been some changes, such as concentration, composition, molecular formula or something. Otherwise, we're opening it in the wrong way. ”

After Duchamp finished speaking, he was complacent, and the way to open it was really a panacea.

"It's a bit of a, but have you forgotten something?"

"What?" Duchamp was at a loss.

Weimar grabbed Duchamp's shoulder, and Duchamp suddenly felt that he had made the iron tongs stuck, and the situation in front of him was similar to that of Joe in the morning.

Weimar glared at those blue eyes and exclaimed, "Two hours ago, you should have been in my class. Isn't it great to take the first place in the exam, even dare to skip my class! ”

Duchamp's head "buzzed", knowing that he had a big deal.

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