When he returned to his nest, Yin Kuang felt an unspeakable sense of loss and loneliness welling up in his heart. This deserted house can probably only be called a "nest", not a "home". Yin Kuang, who had never been in the habit of writing a diary, exchanged a copy for the first time, and after meditating for a while, he wrote on the first page: "College Diary".

Then, on the second page, he wrote, "I don't know what to write, but I always feel the need to write something." The days of college passed day by day. Today's class, tomorrow's class...... Until, when the next exam comes, fight your way out of the weird exam scene, and then continue to attend classes and wait for the next exam...... Just for that 'graduation certificate' that was exchanged for life and blood. This kind of life seems to be endless. Or perhaps, when will I die, and draw an end to this strange journey...... Now I am still me...... Who will I be in the future? Leave something, Yin Kuang, leave a little past, leave a little ...... Traces of your existence. ”

"I don't know the year, I don't know the sun and the moon, I just know that today is Monday. In a 'melee weapon fighting' class, I returned to the last years of the Eastern Han Dynasty, which was full of heroes, but unfortunately, I couldn't see the red-faced Guan Gong, the white horse Zhao Yun, and that Liu Daer...... Perhaps, there will be a chance to meet in the future. In this class, I killed 24 people," Yin Kuang's hand paused, "That's right, 24 ...... People, maybe people? They can breathe, they can think, they can speak, they are not people, and what are they? But they were created by the mysterious headmaster, and I don't know what they are. But it's not important, the important thing is that by killing them, I can get out of class and live......"

"Yin Kuang, today, in order to survive, you can only be at the mercy of others, like a puppet, being pulled by others. However, you have to believe that tomorrow's you, tomorrow's tomorrow, one day, you can regain control of your own destiny, and you can also control the destiny of others......"

"Dad, Mom, Sister...... Wait for me! When I go back, I will make you the happiest person in the world. This is an oath as a son, as an older brother! ”

Closing the notebook and rubbing the black cover of the notebook, Yin Kuang exhaled heavily, feeling inexplicably relaxed. After hiding the notebook, Yin Kuang rushed into the bathroom, didn't think about anything, took a cold shower happily, and then rolled onto the bed. As soon as he closed his eyes, he opened them again, "Dragon Soul...... Purple Dragon Soul ...... Bai Lu's brother asked me to look through the emperor's biography, what does it have to do with controlling the dragon soul? However, he certainly will not be untargeted. Then ......" As soon as Yin Kuang's mind moved, a thick book appeared in his hand.

On the cover, there is a book "The Emperor Kangxi"!

"Let's take a look before we talk ......"

So, Yin Kuang lay directly on the bed and began to look at the three-finger-thick "Emperor Kangxi".

……

The next day, it should be Tuesday. The morning class is a liberal arts course. The teacher is a beautiful girl in a gray magic robe and a wizard's hat, named Huang Yuwen, who is in charge of teaching "Introduction to the History of Magic", telling about the origin, development, classification and so on of magic, as well as the heroic deeds of some very famous magicians. Among them is Dumbledore, the headmaster of Hokwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry in Harry Potter. According to Huang Yuwen, she herself had been personally instructed by Dumbledore. In addition, she also suggested that Class 1237 recruit or directly train a person who takes the path of magician enhancement. Although mage enhancement is extremely expensive, there is no doubt about its usefulness and power. For such a suggestion, Yin Kuang and others naturally remembered it. A class of 3 hours ended with Mr. Huang Yuwen's gushing narration.

It is worth mentioning here that, based on the intermittent memories given by the president, it can be concluded that the courses of the university are divided into two main categories. One is "liberal arts", which is simply a theoretical course. Just like "Introduction to the History of Magic", it belongs to the category of "liberal arts" and is one of the compulsory subjects. The other category is "martial arts", yesterday's "melee weapon fighting", "long-range combat weapon fighting", and the first "physiological anatomy" class, all belong to the category of "martial arts" and are also compulsory subjects. Roughly speaking, the hands-on ones are "martial arts", and the ones with brain memory are "liberal arts".

After class, Yin Kuang, Li Shuangmu and other 11 people met with class 1207 and class 1236 at the predetermined location. In fact, the so-called predetermined location is No. 13 called the teaching building, which is commonly known as the "13 slaughterhouse".

Returning to his hometown, Yin Kuang couldn't help but raise his head and look at the huge skull on the wall. The giant skull painting is still hideous and terrifying, and the empty eye holes seem to be looking at the sky, and it seems to be overlooking the Nine Shadows. And the long mouth seemed to be shouting angrily, and it seemed to be laughing loudly. Inexplicably, Yin Kuang felt that he was a little weak. Because, what he has to do next is to squeeze the rewards of ordinary class students. And if there is one word to describe him, or their group of elite classes, it is "farmers".

"Once upon a time, I, who also disliked farmers, would become a farmer. It's really a bit of a providence. Yin Kuang looked at Li Shuangmu on the side, and couldn't help but say with emotion. Li Shuangmu also raised her head, looked at the huge skull on the wall, and said faintly: "It's really sad that you can't even control your own good and evil." ”

Yin Kuang, Bai Lu, Pan Longtao, Zeng Fei and others heard this, and their faces changed slightly. "Pathetic? Isn't it sad? Yin Kuang had to nod and said, "You're right, it's really sad." It's always going to be good, though, right? You think the same way I do, right? "Yin Kuang means that one day, we will be able to control our destiny in our own hands.

"Heh, everybody wants to have a getaway, but who really does? It's just a mayfly in the world. Li Shuangmu, who naturally understood the meaning of Yin Kuang's words, turned her head to look at Yin Kuang, and suddenly said, "As long as I complete the goals and ideals I set, I will be satisfied." ”

Yin Kuang nodded as if he didn't understand.

At this moment, an angry voice came, "Get out of here, don't be Lao Tzu's way!" Premium class? Is the elite class amazing? I ......," however, his voice stopped abruptly and was replaced by a cold girl, "Say it one last time, go back to your class!" Otherwise, there will be no mercy! But from this voice, Yin Kuang knew who it was. Except for Zhu Tong of the 1236 class, who else can there be.

When I looked around, I saw a group of people blocking the staircase. Those who block people are naturally people from the special class, and those who are blocked are from the ordinary class. It turned out that as soon as the people from class 1207 and class 1236 came, they had already blocked the staircase where the lesson was taught on the 13th, and no one was allowed to come out. All those who wanted to leave were driven back by them. Some people are timid, so they naturally go back obediently, but there are also many ruthless people. It's like this, shouting "Elite class is amazing? Then the katana in Zhu Tong's hand was placed on his neck, cutting out a small scar, and blood spilled out.

It seems that this Zhu Tong did not follow the advice of the earl's senior, and still chose the Oriental katana as his weapon.

"You...... You don't dare to kill me! The seniors explicitly forbade fighting and killing people on campus. Do you dare not even follow the words of the seniors? The bald boy who was still tall said. But it was clear that he was still terrified of the knife around his neck, which could be heard in his trembling voice.

"Humph! Is it? I can guarantee that everyone present will testify that it was you who insulted the senior first, and I, on behalf of the senior, just gave you a small lesson. People say, yes? As soon as Zhu Tong's voice fell, a group of boys and girls from Class 1236 should be in harmony, "We testify that you were disrespectful to your seniors first." "That's right, what the eldest sister said is right, even the seniors dare to insult, it's damned!"

The bald boy panicked, "You...... You are talking nonsense, where am I insulting my seniors again!? Zhu Tong sneered, "Don't you know that the three of them have become tigers?" Even if it's fake, if there are more people saying it, won't it come true? And you ......" Zhu Tong swept coldly at the other ordinary class members crowded in the stairs, "You say, do seniors prefer to believe in our elite class, or your group of ordinary classes?" ”

A group of people on the stairs and members of the ordinary class were immediately silent.

Zhu Tong smiled, "Now, go back to your respective classes and stay well." ok？ As she spoke, her cold gaze swept towards everyone, and everyone she saw flickered her gaze, and finally her gaze fell on the bald man, "What about you?" Is it to go back, or never to go back? ”

The bald man swallowed a mouthful of saliva and retreated up the stairs tremblingly.

Zhu Tong snorted disdainfully, put the knife into the sheath, swept his gaze over Yin Kuang and the others, and said, "Look, it's as simple as that." "This woman is really domineering.

"Hey, Class 1237, you don't seem to have enough manpower, right? Do you want me to share some with you? Otherwise, I won't be bullied later. Zhu Tong smiled, "However, my people can't work in vain, right?" Shouldn't you charge some commissions? Yin Kuang didn't speak, but Li Shuangmu smiled: "Don't worry." By the way, I would like to thank you for 'guarding' the staircase, so that we can work with peace of mind. As a token of appreciation, we are indeed happy to pay some commission. ”

Zhu Tong's face changed, "What do you mean?" ”

Li Shuangmu still smiled warmly, "What you think it means, that's what it means." "Since Zhu Tong doesn't know what to do and what to do, and he fights-for-tat everywhere, why should Li Shuangmu care about anything else? Although he wondered where he and the others had offended this woman, so that she had to sneer at her every time they met, if it really broke out, the reason or something didn't matter at all. What to do, just do it!