A Jamaican in a silver gown stands at the door of West 201 classroom. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

He wore small dreadlocks, his skin was dark and shiny, and his body was muscular, and even through his wide robes, he could feel the tremendous strength contained in the bulging muscles.

There are still more than ten minutes before class, and the classroom is full of people, either talking about the upcoming moon hunting, or discussing the mysterious monsters on the shore of Linzhong Lake, or simply holding the textbook and falling asleep to replenish the sleep that will never be enough.

No one seemed to notice the guest standing at the door of the classroom.

The Jamaican looked at the freshmen with a subtle expression, a look of nostalgia on his face.

A few years ago, he used to sit here, talking with his friends, speculating about the majesty of the great wizards, and commenting on the rookies on the wanted list.

And now, he's matured a lot.

Although he was only a year or two older than the young people in the classroom, he already knew that some things were true and false in a single thought, some people speculated that they would be retributioned by the secret rules of magic, and sometimes it only took a few months to go from youth to maturity.

The midday light shines through the tall floor-to-ceiling windows, leaving patches of light of varying shades on the floor.

The breeze blew and the clouds in the sky flowed, causing the spots of light to tremble violently, bringing the distracted Jamaicans back to reality.

A moment later, he snapped his fingers on the classroom door.

"Knock, knock, knock!"

The sound was neither light nor heavy, but it happened to be heard clearly by everyone in the classroom.

The originally lively atmosphere has subsided a little.

Many people were looking at the uninvited guest with amazement.

"Who is he?"

"I haven't seen it...... Are you a repeat in your third year?"

"Is there a case of failure in history class? It's incredible...... Never heard of it..."

"It does look like he's getting old...... Maybe it's a new teaching assistant?"

"Oh...... No, I'm here to take this class honestly because of Sima Da Mei...... If you had to make me look at this dark face all morning...... I'll have nightmares all night!"

Perhaps the last harsh comment was a little louder, and it seemed a little abrupt and rude in the empty classroom.

The stranger at the door froze, resisting the urge to stay in the room and throw a few small-scale hurtful spells, and tried to straighten his body a little straighter.

Because he remembers his mission.

So be sure to pay attention to the image.

"Ahem!"

The stick figure figure on the sticker behind the door woke up at some point and coughed twice.

It also had two snot bubbles hanging from its nose, and a dark ghost could be faintly visible under the monotonous coils of the corners of its eyes.

"The teacher didn't come!" it began by solemnly announcing this important message.

Many breathed a sigh of relief.

This means that the black stranger at the door of the classroom is not a proxy teaching assistant for history class. The beautiful teacher Sima will still appear on the three-foot-wide podium in the near future.

But there are still some who remain skeptical.

After all, these stick figures can be described as 'notorious', and many freshmen have already been tricked by their lies. Therefore, it is necessary to be cautious.

"Vice President of the Student Union of the First University, President of the Student Union of Alpha College, His Majesty the King in the Acarna Star Coins, a public scholarship student who has been re-elected in the third grade, the head of the Blood Friendship Society, the great Augustus ......"

The stick figure figure pointed his throat and read the adjective-heavy title in one breath, and then stuck the word.

"What do you have to do with Augustus?" it tilted its head, covered its mouth, and whispered to the Jamaican in a loud voice, "What's your name?"

The classroom was silent for a second.

Then burst into laughter.

Many people slapped the table, clutched their bellies, and tears of laughter flowed out.

"It's so funny!" Zheng Qing's expression was distorted, he pinched Xiao Xiao's shoulder, slammed the table hard, and said with a smile: "I never knew that stick figures could be so funny......"

"Image," Xiao Xiao tried to hold the crooked glasses on the bridge of his nose, and his voice trembled a little: "Pay attention to the image...... You are a state-funded student at Jiuyou College. ”

Zheng Qing didn't know where to laugh, and slid under the table with a smile.

The Jamaicans at the door couldn't help but laugh too.

"I'm sorry," he said in a brisk tone, waving his hand to the freshmen, "although I don't come to the school very often...... But I have the impression that these stick figures should not be so bad. ”

His voice was not loud, and his speed was still fast, but every word he spoke was so clear that everyone could hear it clearly.

"What do you say?" The stick figure on the white paper behind the door crossed his waist and asked loudly: "Young man, speak responsibly! What is a bad ......?"

The Jamaican ignored it and snapped his fingers.

An elf on the edge of the blackboard rushed down, holding a piece of white chalk, and delivered it to the black man.

"As a senior, I'm here to give you a little trick. ”

As he spoke, the Jamaican grabbed the chalk and scribbled it vigorously on the stick figure, saying as he painted:

"Although the predecessors used very interesting magic techniques on these stick figures, it was just a painting after all...... And it's just a stick figure...... Don't expect too many mysteries of magic hidden between those lonely lines...... Nor can we expect this bare white paper to have an advanced anti-stain spell attached to it. ”

As he spoke, the figure on the stick figure had been covered by a thick layer of chalk ash.

Soon, its figure disappeared from the blank paper.

"It's like a window, when you don't like the view outside the window, just pull the curtains. The Jamaican finished his performance and flicked his chalk into the air.

The kefin in overalls vibrated its wings and fluttered sensitively, caught the chalk head, and retracted it into the pen case.

The classroom burst into applause.

The Jamaican straightened his pigtails, tilted his head slightly, covered his chest with his right hand, and bowed slightly.

"Thank you very much. ”

He raised his head, the witty smile on his face disappeared, and said in a slightly serious voice:

"Sorry to bother you. ”

"I am the messenger of Lord Augustus. ”

"You may call me Daley III. ”

The noise in the classroom quickly faded away, and everyone read something important from the Jamaican's serious expressions. While many people have not heard the name Daly III, all know the name Augustus.

This is the most honorable title among Alpha students.

It also represents a huge amount of energy.

The Alpha students in the classroom immediately became serious. They understand what the name means better than people from other colleges. Some people even nervously stood up, bowed their heads slightly, and expressed their respect with actions.

"I'm looking for Zheng Qing. Daley III regained his brisk tone, he raised his head slightly, his gaze swept over the black crowd, and a decent smile appeared on his face: "Excuse me, is Zheng Qing here?"