After renovating in the dormitory and changing into a handsome and well-fitting white school uniform, Duchamp felt that youth had returned to him. "Sure enough, school uniforms make people young." He looked left and right in the mirror, and since arriving in Semria, the only thing he had been satisfied with was the uniform.

In his previous life, he had some miserable school uniform experiences.

When I was in elementary school, I wore a blue-black twilight formal dress that was uniform throughout the city, and the sleeves could be used as water sleeves in the lower grades, and the long pants could be worn as shorts in the upper grades, and I never knew what a fit was. When I was in middle school, I wore a sportswear that made all the students become the same body type, and I never knew what a body shape was. When I arrived at university, I finally reached an era where I could release my personality to the fullest, and the school did not have the word school uniform at all, and I was only addicted to it when I took a graduation photo.

After pretending to be cool, Duchamp went to the classroom and mixed up the remaining lessons.

Since Duchamp returned to class, the students in Class A have not taken class seriously. Almost everyone, every once in a while, will turn back to look at him, and there is always a sense of unreality in their hearts.

Duchamp sensed that the eyes shot from the five girls were particularly murderous. Of course, Duchamp knew the reason, and he thought triumphantly, where there is a cause, there is an effect, and the master is willing to walk with you on the road three times like a dog, of course, there must be something in return.

Then, every time he took a lesson, Duchamp had to be criticized. The tone of the teachers varies from subject to subject. At this time, Duchamp was always the incarnation of Xiaobai, smiling and listening to the teacher's speech, anyway, these grumbling words could not be told for a whole class.

"Hey, I'm here, what's the news?" Duchamp quietly asked the gossip king Mark.

"Hee-hee, that Colin in the civilian class, the last class has reached 10.1 rings, and now someone is not so arrogant."

"What, that guy is so good?"

"You don't understand that, do you?" Mark stuck his head over and whispered the secret.

The training course of the ability to guide resonance is not affordable for everyone, like Morgana, a proud girl of the sky, since the family discovered her talent, she will start to cultivate it with all her strength from the age of ten, and at this age, her potential has long been squeezed out. And those boys in the civilian class have never taken a training class, and it is normal for their average strength to go up a little more.

"Great, she doesn't have to raise her tail so high now!"

"Ahem." The teacher in the classroom turned his gaze to this side in dissatisfaction.

Duchamp pretended to be serious in class, while thinking about how to brush up on his presence.

After the last class in the afternoon, when the end of the class was announced, Duchamp suddenly shouted in a rare way: "Students, I have something to say." ”

Everyone looked over in surprise, and some of them raised their legs and walked out with disdainful expressions on their faces.

With a sincere smile on his face, Duchamp said loudly: "Because I took a leave of absence some time ago, a month of road sweeping volunteers, a total of only 8 days, there are 22 days, today to continue to pick up, if you want to go to the auditorium for a walk, or want to support the cause of environmental protection, see you at seven o'clock." ”

"Bang dang." The classmates who rushed out of the house, someone's nose hit the door frame, someone in the classroom let out an irrepressible laugh, and the faces of several girls could be dripping water.

"Tsk, you're really." While eating dinner in the cafeteria, Fang shook his fork and let out a sigh of admiration at Duchamp.

Duchamp looked innocent: "Are you admiring me, have you never seen someone like me who is so generous and repays grievances with virtue." ”

"Poof." The soup in Liermu's mouth spurted out, "It is indeed rare to meet a person like you who is insidious and stingy. ”

Duchamp looked innocent and asked Dietrie to comment: "Dietrie, you say, am I the kind of person they say." ”

Dietrie thought for a long time like constipation, and then squeezed out a sentence: "The empire can only produce one in a thousand years." ”

After dinner, Duchamp took up his broom and headed for the path he should have swept. During his absence, the school had already assigned someone else to clean up. By the time he arrived, a classmate was already sweeping the floor earnestly.

Du Shang came to sweep the floor anyway, he ran to the side of the student, and while joining the ranks of sweeping the floor, he accosted himself familiarly: "Classmate, which department are you from?" ”

The classmate saw that there was suddenly an extra person next to him, who was still an aristocratic student, and was a little inexplicable, and replied, "Guiding force." ”

When Duchamp heard this, he felt very kind, and asked, "Then you and Vilgood are not in the same class?" ”

The classmate said: "It's not a class, I'm a major in guiding communications, in class C, but I'm quite familiar with him." ”

"Did you hear him talk about me, Stelleur Duchamp? We are out of a place, all in the northernmost part of Pvenis, you have not heard of this place. ”

The two quickly became acquainted with Duchamp's chatter, and the boy introduced himself as Crow Kerry from a rural town near the old southern capital. Duchamp had not seen Goode since he returned, so he immediately decided to clear the road and go to Goode with his new acquaintance, Crow.

Crow swept the road for a while, and finally couldn't help but ask Duchamp: "Why did you come to sweep the road?" ”

Du Shangle revealed his shortcomings: "Those people in the school, I didn't say that I used force in the school, so I was punished for sweeping the road for a month, what did you do?" ”

Crow couldn't help but finish, and after a while said, "I didn't do anything, I applied for this job to earn some living expenses." Then, silently, he left Duchamp for some distance.

Duchamp blushed slightly, and he suddenly thought of the allusion to 'why not eat minced meat'. In order to make up for this small mistake, he hurriedly found something to make up for it: "How much money can the school pay you." ”

"I'm in charge of sweeping this road, as well as the path next to it, 300 meters a month."

Duchamp pouted, and sure enough, the wages of sanitation workers were the lowest in the world.

"How long will that 300 meters be enough for you?"

"My family helps me raise my tuition fees for each semester, and the pressure is heavy enough. These 300 meters are basically enough for my living expenses for a month. ”

Duchamp's mouth was wide open. In this place of Semria, the price of agricultural products is very low, and the house prices are not high, but other things are not cheap at all, the clothes you wear, the fare of going out, and the unit price of industrial products are very high. Duchamp has comprehensively assessed that the purchasing power of 1 mila is equivalent to about five or six cents of yuan. Thinking of this, Duchamp couldn't help but sigh with emotion: "This money is really nervous after a month." ”

Seeing that Duchamp did not have the slightest contempt, Clough felt a little less inferior in his heart, but he said less. Duchamp was a good person, and took the initiative to take over the conversation and said: "This road is finished, should that path be swept?" ”

Crowe had already swept the path before, and the two of them returned the tools and walked towards the direction of the force application specialty. Duchamp accosted Crow on the way and asked about the students in the class. Crow said that there are students in this major in various situations, and there are even a few aristocratic students mixed in the class, and the students aim to enter large enterprises, communication companies, and government departments, and many people choose this major in order to improve their family conditions, so there are many poor students.

Duchamp asked about Goode's situation again, and Crow introduced that Goode was very good at studying, and he was eager to help others, and his financial conditions seemed to be good, and he was very good at eating in his grade. In the end, Crowe actually reported a message: "I heard that many girls in Class B like him very much." ”

"What?" Duchamp was not calmed down by the richness of this sentence. First, Goode is very popular with girls; Second, there seem to be a lot of girls in Goode's class!

Duchamp excitedly grabbed Crow and asked, "How many girls are there in your class?" ”

Crow was in awe of Duchamp's white school uniform, and he came from a small place, and he rarely spoke to the nobles before going to college. But when he saw Duchamp's words and expression, he couldn't help but be amused, and said: "The ratio of male and female students in the communication major is about the same, there are 40 people in our class, and there are 18 female students. ”

Duchamp poured bitter water: "18, a lot." You know how many people there are in our class, and if you say it, it will scare you to death, and you can count it on one hand! ”

Duchamp made comparisons and strokes, describing the words and deeds of those noble women, desperately slandering others and taking revenge on society.

Downstairs in Velgood's dormitory, Crow shouted at the top of his lungs, "Goode, someone is looking for you." ”

Vergood's big smiling face peeked out of a window on the fourth floor.

When he got upstairs, without waiting for Goode's greetings, Duchamp grabbed him and said, "Good boy, you're famous." If it weren't for Crowe breaking the news today, how long would he have to hide it from me. ”

"Nani?" Goode has been with Duchamp for a long time, and he has learned many of Duchamp's mantras, including this one.

Duchamp dragged out his voice and said: "It's what attracts female classmates with their tall and popular voices." He turned his head to the other roommates to confirm, "Is there such a thing as a wood?" ”

The boys in the same dormitory giggled, and Goode said, "Whatever happens, they are all fooling." ”

"Hey, hey, hey." Du Shang laughed a few times, and jumped to a boy who was squeezing his eyebrows to ask for verification: "Seek the truth." ”

"The truth is, someone has recently been praised by the teacher for his hands-on skills in a practical class. And girls' hands-on ability is often very poor, so they are desperately squeezing someone. Someone took advantage of this opportunity to talk to all the girls in the class, and among the girls, there was a wave of jealousy, especially a gentle and lovely Miss Ella from the Southern Lake District, who would take advantage of the opportunity to ask for advice to launch a fierce offensive against Goode every time she practiced class, and she was about to be defeated. ”

Goode's face flushed, and he stood aside and smirked.