Early in the morning of September 20th.

"Every time I walk on the way to school, I feel very comfortable." Duchamp shook his bright silver hair, and walked on his crotch to express his feelings.

"Of course, so many classmates who get along well haven't seen each other for two months, so of course they want to meet." Goode was excited, completely oblivious to what Duchamp was talking about.

"Hahaha, I don't know if my classmates will think like this!"

"There are still a lot of things that have not been completed, the guiding force dojo on Pwinnis's side still needs to be improved, and at the same time, Polaris wants us to build an internal guidance training ground for them, and we have to order equipment for them through the laboratory."

"Don't forget, the practical techniques I brought from the Epstein Foundation, you should quickly pick a few really feasible projects so that the workshop can start practicing as soon as possible. It's up to you to go to the third year of Guiding Applications, and choose someone who can work in Pvennis. By the way, if you want to order equipment, you have to hurry, the road will come out soon to transport wheat, and these things will be escorted back with him. And ......"

"Styry, I have a question!"

"What?"

"I've done everything, what do you do?"

"Aha, this one, wait for me to study it!"

"Go!" Goode flew up and kicked Duchamp into the air.

After going through the various formalities for the start of school, when passing by the small courtyard of the Department of Guidance, Duchamp saw that there were already countless people inside, staring at the bulletin board.

"It's out." Duchamp hurried over.

"Wowhaha, the master is really a talent." An arrogant laugh came out of the crowd, and it was not Duchamp's guy.

Duchamp's scores in the final exams of most of the written exams were full marks, and he only had literary and artistic accomplishments, which were forcibly deducted a few points by the teacher for a reason. After all, it's unlikely that you will get a perfect score for composition and drawing, no.

"Tut, isn't this a deliberate slap in the face!" Duchamp shook his head as he looked at the overall standings.

"Steiry! Good new semester. Some classmates greeted him excitedly.

"Hello Andy." Duchamp responded kindly.

This classmate, who was not familiar with him at all, came over and enthusiastically hooked his shoulder, excitedly pointed to his score and said, "Thanks to you, my grades are very good this time, and it is a good vacation to go home." ”

Duchamp looked up and saw Andy Carlo in tenth.

Andy excitedly expressed his good feeling that he scored above 80 points in each subject, and Duchamp smiled and continued to look at the scores of other students.

"Why is there a strange thing that fails math!" Duchamp pointed to the name of the person at the end of the list, feeling a sense of powerlessness. At the end of the list is the Aisha who quietly asked him to guess the question.

Andy looked at the name and shook his head helplessly.

"Aisha's math is really a mess, and it is good enough to score 50 points."

"Tsk!" Duchamp looked at the scores of several girls, except for Morgana, who stood out and squeezed to the fourth place, everyone else seemed to have one or two courses that were particularly poor, and it is estimated that they had not received a systematic education before being admitted.

Looking at the few animals in the same dormitory, Learmu ranked third, Dietrie was fifth, and that guy actually jumped to sixteenth, which was really a stone blossom.

This is all the credit of the master! Duchamp naturally took the credit for himself.

He walked down the alley, walked to the Jinghu apartment, walked up to the third floor, and suddenly felt that he was very indebted.

"Is there any gasping here?" He roared arrogantly, his voice echoing in the aisle.

Many dormitories poked out their heads in disbelief, looking at him warily, waiting for the next step.

Duchamp looked at this scene, couldn't help laughing, waved his hand and said, "It's okay, I just want to say hello to you and tell you that I'm here." ”

Countless classmates slammed the door and went in, spreading the word "that neurotic is here again" in the dormitory.

Duchamp triumphantly walked towards dormitory 305, and this is what my brother wanted.

"Yo Xi, animals, do you miss me?"

Learmel was alone in the dormitory, sitting at his desk and staring at him.

Duchamp smiled wryly: "What about the two goods?"

Liermu said solemnly: "It seems that the aristocratic etiquette you taught last semester was completely forgotten after a holiday, and it has to be taught again this semester." ”

It's okay not to mention it, but at this mention, Duchamp suddenly remembered that this kid still owes him a skill point!

He immediately changed his image, and said in a deep voice: "Leam, do you want to learn some real skills, at least the kind that you don't have to run when you see a demonic beast." ”

Learmel really took the bait, nodded sincerely, and waited expectantly for the following.

"I know knife skills, stick skills, firearms, and guiding magic, any one of them, it's all a stunt, you can choose one."

Learmu was overjoyed and jumped up from the stool: "Really, what conditions do you want?" ”

Duchamp released the bait.

"The conditions are very simple, within a month, no matter how diligent and hard I study, my aristocratic etiquette must be passed."

Learmey said with a bitter face: "This condition is too difficult, can you change it?" ”

Duchamp was furious: "Are you changing the way and saying that I'm too stupid?" ”

"It's not a question of IQ, it's a question of cultivation."

Looking at Duchamp's black face, Liermu added: "There is a big problem with a person's daily behavior and habits. ”

"I don't believe it, there are still things in this world that I can't learn, I decided, spend an hour every day to learn, if you can't learn, hum!"

Learmor asked in horror, "Can't learn what you're going to do?" ”

Duchamp said fiercely: "Then spend two hours a day to learn until you learn!" ”

Learmus just breathed a sigh of relief, and Duchamp added: "As my etiquette teacher, you must accompany me throughout the whole process when I study. ”

Leammu cried with a sad face: "Why are you suddenly so obsessed with learning etiquette?" ”

Duchamp looked solemn: "I just made a bet with someone, the bet is 100,000 meters, if I learn it within a month, 100,000 meters is mine, if I can't learn, I can only follow you this semester." ”

Lear Mu believed that it was true, and immediately jumped up and shouted: "100,000 meters, for this money, you can Yibo, you don't want to sleep for this month." Then he rubbed his fingers and said obscenely, "If you pass the level, how about half of the bet on me?" ”

Duchamp looked at the little fat man's greed for money, smiled secretly in his heart, but said helplessly on his face: "Okay, I'll share half of you, 50,000 meters." ”

Leermu's eyes smiled into crescent moons, and he calculated: "This etiquette class is mainly divided into daily etiquette, dining etiquette, court etiquette, and knight etiquette. It's nice to have 50,000 meters a month. After finishing the calculation, looking at Duchamp's eyes, it has turned into a look at Mira.

Duchamp had long known that this little fat man had been hiding from him before, and seeing that he was now full of words, he thought to himself: "Hmph, after my brother gets the reward for the etiquette class, you will be good-looking." ”