"Ahh

Youmeng reflexively covered her forehead and looked ahead sleepily.

The apparitions of Antonieva and Otilia vanished, and she returned to the class of "Advanced Spiritual Mechanics".

Above her head, a white piece of chalk hovered in the air, ready for another blow.

"Awake? When I wake up, wipe my saliva clean, and then stand at the back of the classroom for me to listen to the class! ”

On the podium, Teacher Silvie, who had looked gentle and kind before, was covered with a layer of frost, and her fingers controlled the chalk to tap the girl's elbow through the void, and said coldly: "Stand up." ”

"Boom, I was wrong...... "Yumeng skillfully put on an innocent and flattering smile on her face, clasped her hands together, and tried to struggle to let go.

It's pretty quick to admit mistakes, but—

Silvi remembered the terrible dream of Youmeng just now, raised her eyebrows, and quickly swiped her left hand in the air, controlling the chalk that stopped in the air to draw an arc at the back of Youmeng's head, and then flicked her fingers forward at will.

Syllable! Hit the bull's-eye!

"Don't hit your head, don't hit your head, you're going to be stupid, woo~hiccup~."

The other world is so scary, if you get distracted or nap in class, not only do you have to protect yourself from chalk bullets from the front, but also the back of the head?!

Youmeng thought about it, and simply lay on the desk with her head in her hands, looking like a child trying to get by.

"Hey, isn't she the one who made a lot of nonsense yesterday? Is it because the course is too simple? ”

"What a special admissions. You don't know yet, the results of the qualification grading test are out, and she is the last in the school. ”

"Last place?! This may be the weakest special enrollment ever. Most of the academy trustees were mistaken. ”

"Don't say that, it is said that every special enrollment has a super terrible talent, and all the people who have questioned it so far have been swollen in the face."

Only then did there be low laughter and whispering, mixed with the sound of the chair being touched by turning.

Special admissions do not need to take the global examination, and can directly enter the college city. Although the previous special admissions are not necessarily the strongest students in each class, they usually have a unique talent that ordinary people are far from being able to, and they have always been the default candidates for the top of the college.

Therefore, as one of the three special enrollments of this year, the basic dynamics of Youmeng since admission are naturally one of the focuses of attention.

However, with the exposure of the suspected salted fish's origin spirit and the evaluation results of the last place in the school, some freshmen said that they saw Youmeng expelled from the building by the teachers of the logistics office. In less than a day, the so-called focus became a joke that spread throughout the academy.

Those who have good deeds even imitated the way the Titled Venerable took his name, and gave Youmeng a nickname - the weakest special move in history, [Salted Fish Girl], Youmeng.

Sylvie wasn't keen on gossip among the students, but she had heard about it.

Frowning, she looked at Youmeng carefully, her nose twitched, and she faintly smelled a faint smell of alcohol from the girl, and the chill on Sylvie's face became a little thicker - she actually drank alcohol?!

Although this is the first time that it has been officially taught at the Institute of Ulasis, although it is the first time that it is standing on a podium for students.

However, before that, she had taken advantage of the summer vacation to simulate dozens of lectures on the podium of this classroom.

From the action of entering the door, the look of greeting, to the length of each lecture content; From the day's dressing, makeup and hairstyle, to the answers to questions students may ask; Even the spiritual power model that needs to be used when explaining key issues, and the position of oneself when displaying the board book on the blackboard......

In every aspect, she has done her best to achieve perfection, like the perfect start to a moving concerto. Then, with this perfect beginning, she will cultivate one after another qualified spirits with a rich and solid theoretical foundation of spiritual power.

Other lecturers in the college and fellow students also praised her when they talked about her.

"Ah, Sylvie, I've heard that she's a great new instructor, and everyone loves her classes."

"Although it is the first time to give a lecture, she is not inferior to anyone else, the course content is well prepared, and the teaching method is easy for students to grasp, so she is a very potential teacher."

However, all perfection is now stained with discordant notes by the appearance of a drunken problem child.

Sylvie knows this as a terrifying creature that magnifies even the slightest imperfection to cover up all its virtues, and at the same time ignores all serious efforts for the sake of a little curiosity.

She could already imagine what kind of comments would come after the lesson.

"Oh, I heard that weird special admissions fell asleep in the first class, and was drunk. That new lecturer was unlucky. ”

"Not only that, but I heard that I also told some very bad dreams to the new lecturer. Tut~"

All the careful preparations, all the good beginnings imaginable, every smile, those dozens of days and nights of preparation and rehearsal, were overshadowed by this discordant note.

Sylvie took a deep breath - calm down, Sylvie you are the best, as long as the problem is perfectly corrected, everything will be back on track.

Sylvie regained her gentle smile and looked at the class, who had been completely drawn to her attention, and tapped her chin with a cute finger.

"Oops, Youmeng may have fallen asleep because she was a little unwell. Don't make too much of a fuss, everyone. Let's move on to ......"

Feeling that the murderous aura had faded, Youmeng raised her head and blinked, and hurriedly explained loyally: "Teacher, I am in good health, but because I drank a little too much wine last night, my head hurts, and I won't fall asleep later." ”

The gentle expression on Sylvie's face froze, and she slowly turned her head and took a deep look at Youmeng, who had a harmless expression, as if she saw a terrifying emperor-level monster emerging from her body.

[Is this the meaning of the breakdown of negotiations and the official declaration of war?!] 】

With a light clapping of her hands, Sylvie tilted her head, narrowed her eyes and smiled sweetly, "I see, it's okay." All theoretical knowledge ultimately needs to be practiced to be meaningful. The trait system has a unique spiritual skill that communicates with the outside world, called speech spirit, and I will show you it today, one of the more common restorative speech spirits [recovery]. ”

Revival of speech?

Yumeng frowned, wasn't that the spirit of words that Antonova used in the morning. Because Sister Qianjia's plum wine is mixed with spiritual power fermentation, the drunkenness directly acts on the soul.

According to Antonière, this perception brought about by the spiritual diet could not be removed unless the spirit of the higher speech was used. If it is this kind of subordinate speech spirit, it can only be temporarily recovered for a few seconds, and then it will cause the drunkenness in the soul to rebound.

"Well, if it's Spirit: Resurrection, it's actually ......."

Youmeng raised her hand and interrupted weakly, she felt that it was better to explain this situation in advance.

Sylvie gently took Youmeng's hand and pulled it down, leaned to Youmeng's cheek affectionately, and whispered in a cold voice that seemed to be squeezed out of between her teeth: "Listen, from now on, if you say another word...... I'll kill you. ”

"Oh...... Oh......"

As if the Grim Reaper had put a scythe on her neck, Yumeng trembled and nodded dumbly, obediently at the mercy of Sylvie.

"Spirit: Recovery!"

Sylvie put her finger on Youmeng's forehead, and for the sake of teaching effect, she specially let go of some restrictions on spiritual power, and a circle of light visible to the naked eye covered Youmeng's whole body from her fingertips.

"Look, it's easy to get rid of reloading, including paralysis, poisoning, exhaustion, drunkenness, and so on. As long as everyone studies hard, they can master such basic spiritual skills soon. ”

Turning around confidently to meet the admiring eyes of the freshmen, Sylvie silently clenched her fist in her heart, very good - the battle was successful!

"Hiccup~"

A not-so-harmonious voice came from behind her, accompanied by a sweet and mellow aroma of plum wine.

Sylvie turned around with a slight trembling body, only to see Youmeng covering her mouth tightly, a drunken flush appeared on her face, and she shrank back in her chair trembling.

[Very well, does this mean that I would rather die than drag me to hell together?] 】

"Spirit: Recovery!"

"Hiccup~"

"Spirit: Recovery!"

"Hiccup~"

"Spirit: Recovery!"

"Hiccup~"

……

Under the constant stimulation of the words, the drunkenness in the depths of the soul of Youmeng continued to surge, and soon the entire classroom was filled with the intoxicating aroma of plum wine.

"Don't ...... Ah...... It's going to break...... No more...... Boom...... Teacher, spare me......"

Youmeng's eyes slumped in her seat, her hands weakly blocked in front of her, and the warm current of words and spirit recovery kept pouring in from her body, accompanied by waves of mellow intoxication, she felt as if her soul had flown up to the clouds.

"Also...... Not enough...... Call...... You bad boy...... Definitely can...... I'll try again......"

In front of her, Sylvie, who had consumed a lot of spiritual power, put her breathless hands on Youmeng's shoulders, her eyes mixed with a trace of firm obsession, and she tried to gather the last spiritual power to rush to her hands.

"Words...... Yan Ling: Recovery! ”

The brilliance flickered, and finally extinguished, and Sylvie, who had exhausted all her spiritual power and physical strength, went weak and fainted in Youmeng's arms.

“…… Hiccup~"

Yumeng hiccuped the last wine with satisfaction, and the drunkenness in the depths of her soul finally disappeared, and her whole body seemed to be filled with infinite strength and vitality, and she had never been so healthy.

It's just that...... She looked at Teacher Sylvie who was slumped in her arms with her eyes closed, and her stunned classmates around her.

At this time, should I do something to make up for it and appease it?

Scratching her cheeks, Yumo stood up with Sylvie in her arms—so light, barely felt the weight—and forced herself to look at the class as they fell into an eerie silence and coughed lightly.

"That, Teacher Sylvie fainted from excessive spiritual power consumption in order to show everyone the spiritual skills...... Ladies and gentlemen, I will send the teacher to the infirmary first, and then let's study on our own. ”

"Oh~"

Everyone nodded involuntarily, and then, with a dull expression, they looked at Youmeng, who was filled with her body, and walked out of the classroom with Teacher Sylvie who had her body hollowed out.

——Special enrollment, terrifying as this——