On the morning of November 18, Duchamp finally ended his journey and appeared on campus.

The second class in the morning was already over, and Duchamp sneaked into the classroom.

"Styry, you're back, I thought you didn't take the midterm exam." Liermu exaggerated.

"Did the teachers mention me?" He asked humbly.

"Everyone else is fine, Professor Ashley asked."

It turned out that the professor had already returned from the consortium.

"Where have you been? Why did you delay coming back for so long? Squad leader Eric asked.

"I went home and dealt with a little bit of business, the snow was heavy and the mountains were closed, and I came all the way from Pvennis." Duchamp told the truth.

"Coming!" Eric exclaimed.

"Well, I walked to Yumir the day before yesterday, and I walked to school today, so let's go." Duchamp said triumphantly.

Eric shook his head weakly and advised: "There is still a class in the morning, insist on listening, and hurry up at noon to make up the leave slip, the original leave slip only took a week." ”

Duchamp went to his seat, and when he saw that Dietri had returned, he made a gesture of greeting to him, and lay down on the table, yawning several times with weariness. Although I slept soundly in the big tent, I walked for several hours and trained at high intensity for several days, and once I relaxed, I always felt more tired.

The last class this morning was again an art cultivation class, and Mr. Ryan, who took this class, paid the most attention to the sitting posture of the students. Duchamp remained seated in a demented position, numbly following the rhythm of his classmates and doing the same thing: picking up a notebook, copying sheet music, and occasionally yawning. Seeing that Mr. Ryan gradually stopped noticing himself, Duchamp took out a blank piece of paper and began to dig out the hollow to make up the leave note.

"Styry, where have you been away all these days?" After class, Fang came over to say hello.

"I tried a quick way to cultivate." Duchamp replied with another yawn, he had walked in the snow for five hours this morning, and now even the enthusiasm for grabbing food had disappeared.

Fang grabbed him by the collar. "What a fast way to cultivate, say it quickly!"

"It's just that in the snow on a cold day, while rushing forward, waving a weapon, I found that this effect is better than standing and wielding a knife." Duchamp gestured as he walked towards the outside of the courtyard.

"yes, you kid is always not serious, is this telling the truth or a joke?" Fang Jiang was skeptical.

Duchamp didn't talk nonsense, walked to the road outside, saw a big broom on the side of the road, raised his hand, picked it up, aimed at the gradually withering maple forest, kicked it hard, and countless golden fallen leaves fell one after another. Duchamp waved his broom, danced a phantom, and his body was like a dragon, around the trunks of the trees, and he flexibly burst forward and circled, and most of the fallen leaves were slapped or dipped by him with a broom, and fell to one place, piled up in a pile.

Fang Yue came over, stretched out his hand to catch a leaf that had not yet landed, and asked, "What is this trick called?" ”

"Dragon's tooth protrusion, it was supposed to be a spear skill, but now there is no gun."

Fang circled around the tree and said, "Can I try it?" ”

Duchamp threw the big broom at him: "You try slowly, and we'll go and bring you food." ”

Throwing Fang in the maple forest, Duchamp, Dietrie and Learmuel went to the cafeteria to eat together.

"Styri, when there's no one around, I'll tell you a little bit about my home." Dietrie said excitedly.

Duchamp looked at Dietrie's excited face, knowing that he must have gained something when he went home: "So, your eldest brother agreed to your ideas?" ”

As he walked forward happily, Dietrie said, "I did not agree to all of them, but I agreed to several of them, the most important of which was the reduction of the farmer's tax and the contribution of 10% of the wheat of his land to His Majesty the Emperor. ”

When Duchamp heard this, he was quite surprised, he originally thought that this one was the most difficult to pass.

Dietrie whispered: "When I went home, the eldest brother and his staff were puzzled by the opening of the railway in Haidu and the stationing of the railway gendarmerie, and when they heard that this could hit the prime minister, they agreed without hesitation. ”

Duchamp shrugged, it seems that Duke Kane is really strong.

The cafeteria was crowded, and Duchamp and the others slowly moved forward, and when they reached the front of the window, they saw that there was not much food left.

"Is the 20-meter meal standard just potatoes, bean soup and white bread?" Learmour, who has always been known for his good cultivation, couldn't help but question.

"Whoever told you to come late, come early tomorrow."

Duchamp looked at the dishes on the plate, and laughed, and he shouted in a cheerful mood: "Give me more potatoes, and another spoonful of bean soup, thank you." ”

Looking at the food on the plate, Lear asked Duchamp, who was eating happily, suspiciously: "Aren't you usually the most picky eater?" Why do you seem to be happy with these dishes today? ”

Duchamp tapped the plate with a spoon, showed a malicious smile to Liermu, and deliberately raised his voice: "These three dishes, you have to eat them quickly, until you get used to eating, it is best to replace white bread with black bread, and fresh beans with canned beans, you know, this is the standard food in our emperor's ** team, all year round, these three dishes, never change." Now that I'm not used to eating, how can I adapt to the army after graduation? ”

"Really?" Several people at the next table turned their heads and asked.

"If it's fake, if you don't believe it, you can ask your elders in the army, they have eaten canned beans for at least 20 years to get to where they are today."

The classmates who were losing their appetite became even more depressed when they heard this.

"And what do you have to be happy about?" Learmu asked, puzzled.

Duchamp looked up at the starry sky at a 45-degree angle: "Because, these potatoes are still fresh potatoes, and they are not moldy!" ”

"What does he mean?"

"I don't understand this neurosis."

"What he meant was that the potatoes in the Wehrmacht were moldy." After all, his IQ was higher, and Ditri quickly understood the meaning of Duchamp's words.

"Really?" Surprised, Lilmu put down the forked mashed potatoes again.

Duchamp turned his head, looked at Dietrie and said, "I didn't expect you, the little master, to know this." ”

Dietrie said angrily, "Don't call me little master, I grew up in a harsh environment. ”

After Dietrie finished speaking, he turned back to look intently at the stricken Lilmu, and kindly explained: "Why did he eat so happily?" What he means is that the thought of you going to eat this kind of food every day after graduation is enough for him to be happy. ”

Learmor threw the plate away and said indignantly, "Neither of you are good people!" ”

"Come on, let's finish eating, let's send food to Fang." Duchamp raised the lunch box in his hand and got up from the stool: "Hurry up and enjoy his expression when he sees these three dishes." ”