After eating, Zhang Guangmu looked around and found something interesting.

Except for the sloppy old headmaster, the other demon hunters in this auditorium seemed to have higher status and strength, and the richer and brighter their hair color.

As soon as he thought of this, Zhang Guangmu popped out his index finger, picked up a strand of broken hair in front of his forehead, and his eyes moved slightly.

"Sure enough."

Zhang Guangmu's expression was as usual, but his mood was a little complicated.

In the world setting of "Demon Hunting Academy", Zhang Guangmu, as the dean of the Pitch Black Academy, was over-radiated due to the excessive use of the Demon Treasure Jade, and the color of his hair also changed significantly, becoming a true colorful black.

Zhang Guangmu's performance that was incompatible with his colleagues was already quite eye-catching, and coupled with his dazzling hair color, it was even more different.

So......

Just now, Zhang Guangmu paid special attention to Fang Yi's performance, and it also fell in the eyes of the little white dumplings.

"Mu Mu, as a senior, is he deliberately paying attention to the younger generation of the new generation?"

"Shhh...... When I saw this, I suddenly realized that the cast this time is so strong! ”

"Indeed, the new generation, the popular generation, the backbone generation! There is not a single weak part of the subliminal actors of these three ages! ”

"! Awesome, Brother Muzi! Catch the key points in seconds! I just turned off Immersion Mode! Notice that there is a big problem with this Fang Yi's script prompt! He's got a treasure on him! Nine times out of ten, he is the main character! ”

"Huh? How could it be? I didn't even notice that! ”

"I turned on the movie viewing assistant, went back and searched all the barrages of this drama so far with keywords, and found that the old brother who watched the movie with a microscope just now was the first audience to discover this...... And his reaction speed is slower than that of the Skylight Castle Lord. ”

"Hiss~ It is worthy of Zhang Ming! This terrifying observation has not regressed at all! ”

"Robbed this protagonist! Take off on the spot! ”

"Mu cub is not such a villain! Nonsense! ”

Zhang Guangmu accepted the setting of [the brighter the hair color, the stronger the strength].

Just compare it with the colleagues around him a little - among so many people on the scene, the only ones who can compare with him in terms of the brightness of their hair colors are the deans of the other three colleges.

And those people are more than ten or even twenty years older than him in the setting.

From this point of view, it is reasonable to say that [Zhang Guangmu, the leader of the Pitch Black Academy] has an arrogant and obedient temperament.

Just as Zhang Guangmu was about to get up, he suddenly felt as if another self began to speak in his mind.

[As the dean of the Pitch Black Academy and a professor of magic theory, I have the responsibility and obligation to guide these new students on the right path. 】

[Time is tight, the task is heavy, and the demon hunter has never had a chance with "calm". 】

[It's time to give the first lesson to these beginners.] 】

So, is this a beginner's tutorial for newcomers or for yourself?

This kind of script prompt-level guidance is too nuanced!

Director Feng Chuang shouldn't be really his fan, right?

However, Zhang Guangmu immediately rejected the idea when he thought of the string of death announcements floating in front of his eyes as soon as he came to "Demon Hunting Academy".

Only pure cannon fodder would take that text as a prank.

Feng Dao is a black fan at best, and it is absolutely impossible to be a true love fan!

It's okay to push yourself into a desperate situation when you come up......

It's the true inheritance of his two senior brothers!

Zhang Guangmu took out something that looked like a handkerchief from his robe, wiped his mouth, slowly stood up, took out a staff of delicate qi like chopsticks from his cuff, and danced gently.

Rumble!

The pitch-black flame turned into a butterfly and danced in the Great Hall.

These butterflies vibrate their wings, which is beautiful, but they make the students' pupils constrict and their hairs stand on end.

Any normal life form that has a fear of death can feel a deadly threat from these Demon Flame Butterflies.

As a matter of fact......

Not only were the third-year students who were respectively titled [Beginner], [Guardian] and [Demon Hunter] frightened, but even the professors and deans of the four major colleges gave Zhang Guangmu a jealous look because of this hand.

Zhang Guangmu still looked so arrogant that he didn't care about all the opinions of others, and just lightly danced the delicate pitch-black staff in his palm into a cane flower.

The next moment, his voice resounded through the hall.

"Beginners, your first Demon Theory class will start in ten minutes."

Zhang Guangmu spoke clearly, but with a hint of contempt: "I don't want to hear a word of weak excuses such as adapting to the environment and not being familiar with the terrain." ”

"Monsters and the Fallen won't listen to your nonsense."

"So, if you don't want to be expelled on the first day of school......

"Personally, I suggest you don't be late."

The character of [Black Flame Demon Hunting] is not likable in the background setting.

An abrupt change is easy to go wrong.

What Zhang Guangmu has to do next, in addition to solving the [Black Flame Death Announcement], is to give full play to the advantages and strengths of this character, and even reverse the negative impact of the character itself through some small means!

After making a calculation in his heart, Zhang Guangmu stepped out in one step, and his body was shattered and turned into dozens of black flame butterflies.

These butterflies gradually dissipate into the wind.

After Zhang Guangmu left the scene, the students sighed one after another.

It's just that......

As soon as the beginners thought of what Zhang Guangmu had just said, they immediately became nervous.

"Hurry, hurry! Where is the map? Let's go to the Magic Theory class right away! ”

"I don't know how to look at a map!"

"Just ask the seniors and seniors!"

"Woooooooooo......oo The dean of the Pitch Black Academy is terrifying! ”

"[Pitch Black Demon Hunt Zhang Guangmu], what an imposing man! I want to be like him! ”

"It's a good thing he's not the head of our Gold Academy......"

"Fuck off! Get out of the way! ”

"Don't worry, there are so many newcomers, it's impossible to be late at the same time, just follow the crowd."

Some people talk with a crying tone, some people are irritable, some people look frightened, and some people deal with it calmly.

However, only a handful of people can remain indifferent after all.

The scene instantly turned into a pot of porridge.

A complicated smile appeared on the sloppy old principal's face, and he did not give any superfluous reaction.

The professors of the Crimson, Gold, and Azure Academies only commanded the senior students, maintaining a minimum of order.

……

Ten minutes later.

The freshmen who were full of resentment but did not dare to vent their anger crossed eight corridors, walked through seven ring stairs, crossed three small lakes and two gardens, and a gloomy cemetery, and finally came to the magic theory classroom located in the eastern part of the demon hunting ring.

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