"Eh, the handwriting on your face is starting to fade, so fast?"

“…… Is it possible that I died faster than you did? ”

"I didn't expect to be selected for a trial class, but the name "Analysis and Development of Speech Spirit" ...... Can the spirit of speech still be developed? ”

"The strength of the S-level is really strong, but the name of this course always feels like the future is worrying......"

"Is there really someone who drew lots to come to the class? Revenge for revenge, revenge for grievances! ”

"You have to go yourself, I haven't been out for three days, and the Wang Ba on my face has just faded, and I don't want to be painted a few more."

At half past one in the afternoon, in a curved lecture hall, the students were in full swing of discussion.

But in the spacious classroom, at a glance, there are only a dozen or so students, most of whom sit in the middle and back rows.

Obviously, I didn't have any expectations for this course, and I came to try it out of credit and curiosity.

At the same time, they didn't notice that the back door of the classroom was quietly opened.

Jiang Shouyun walked to the podium, and everyone looked at him differently, and at the same time set off a commotion.

Chu Zihang sat in the first row with an expressionless face, and did not attract everyone's attention under the influence of the former.

"Is that an S-class? It's the first time I've seen a living S-class. ”

"I heard that after the end of the day of freedom, there was a woman who wrote love letters to the S-class."

"Huh? If I'm not mistaken, doesn't the S-class have a girlfriend? ”

"Is that girl named Su Xiaoqiao? I heard that it is an ordinary person, and it is not certain whether he can pass the 3E exam, besides, how can the house flower have the fragrance of wild flowers. ”

"Really? Is there some hope in saying that? The screensavers on my phone are all pictures of the golden pupils. ”

"It's useless, the letter was stopped when it was delivered to the door, saying that the boy named Chu Zihang stopped it, and there was no chance to send it in."

Although Jiang Shouyun spoofed a wave in "One Day of Freedom", and now there are still a few painted faces of Wang Ba in the classroom, they still can't stop Mu Qiang in the bones of the little dragons.

From the perspective of most students, it is already an honor to be able to join the Lionheart Club and the Student Council.

And single-handedly destroyed the Lionheart Society and the Student Union, and Jiang Shouyun became a role they looked up to.

At this time, as the class time approached, there were still students stepping into the classroom.

At this moment, the class bell rang, and a steady and somewhat hurried footsteps came.

"Sorry, I'm late."

With a sincere and apologetic tone, the words are somewhat reasonable, and they don't even explain the reason.

Or rather, he is too lazy to make excuses and excuses.

Everyone subconsciously looked at the door of the lecture hall, and at a glance saw the long golden hair with a smooth color.

"I thought you would be worried about being embarrassed and choose to skip school." Jiang Shouyun stood on the podium with an indifferent smile on his face, and there was no teacher's frame at all.

Caesar scratched the turtle on his face and said calmly: "Although I don't want to admit it, it's really embarrassing, but this is Mr. Jiang's first class after all." ”

Hearing his accentuated words "Teacher Jiang", the classroom also resounded with good-natured laughter from everyone.

"Then you can look forward to it." Jiang Shouyun smiled lightly, and didn't have the idea of arguing with him: "Go find a place to sit, Caesar classmate." ”

"Thank you, Mr. Jiang." Caesar's expression was calm, and he glanced at Chu Zihang, who was sitting in the first row, and Shi Shiran was sitting one seat apart.

Such a scene made the people below even more bold and presumptuous.

"Suddenly I feel like it's okay to take this class, and I feel like it's easy to talk."

"I usually skip school a few times, but I guess I'll be fine if I talk to him."

"It's definitely better than the exam."

"This department, it's stable."

Jiang Shouyun stood with a smile on his face, seemingly unconcerned about the discussion below, until there was no more figure pushing the door in.

Knock... Knock knock...

Jiang Shouyun tapped lightly on the table.

The wall lamps hanging on the walls of the classrooms lit up one by one, and the thickened black iron walls protruded from the mezzanine of the walls.

All windows and doors were sealed, and only the light provided by the wall lamps remained in the classrooms.

In an instant, an invisible wave centered on him and spread towards the people in front of him.

Gradually, the originally noisy students quieted down, and a touch of horror slowly appeared in their eyes.

"This ...... How can it be? ”

In their bodies, the "spirit" that had been suppressed for a long time is being revived.

"This is what is called 'Analysis and Development of Words'?" Feeling the power in his body, Caesar's brows gradually twisted, and his ice-blue eyes looked at Jiang Shouyun.

Immediately, a playful smile was revealed.

What was originally thought to be a boring course suddenly became interesting.

Meanwhile, in the attic of the church's bell tower, the classic 1952 western "High Noon," the sheriff officer Jali Guber walks the streets of a dusty western town with a gun on his shoulder.

The cowboy-clad old man snuggled up on the couch, his feet cocked high, and he poured beer into his mouth.

But in the next moment, his eyes suddenly widened.

"Poof!" The old cowboy squirted out a sip of beer and exclaimed, "Holy! Dragons have invaded?! ”

In his perception, the alchemy realm of the precepts suddenly darkened a small patch.

Are you kidding? The alchemy matrix he used was similar to an amplifier, allowing him to increase the range of his precepts by a hundredfold.

Therefore, except in rare cases, students are not allowed to use the spirit of speech at will, and even Ange will be suppressed by the precepts.

But at this moment, a "spirit" strong enough to envelop the entire Kassel Academy was dug up.

Hell yes! If you can break his precepts and alchemy matrix, then you will at least be a pure-blooded third-generation species!

Thinking of this, the old cowboy instantly sweated profusely, and hurriedly dialed Norma with authority.

"Norma, Norma, find out what's wrong."

Soon, a satellite photo was transmitted to his phone from the central processing system at a depth of several tens of meters underground in the library.

You can see twenty or thirty silver-blue beams of light slowly rising, which is the power that has been passed down from the primeval world.

After "......" looked at the position of the photo, the old cowboy's expression was instantly stunned.

Immediately, the corner of his eye twitched, and he suddenly fell back on the sofa.

I couldn't tell if he was relieved or holding a breath in his heart, he gritted his teeth after taking a sip of wine and said, "Okay, S-level, you really dare!" ”

He knew that his precepts couldn't control the S-class, but he didn't expect that the other party could still hold up an independent realm, so that the people in the realm could also slow down the suppression of the precepts.

This level is just right, even if you can't use all your strength, you can still use the "spirit of words".

Jingle bells!

The phone rang suddenly, and the old cowboy grabbed the microphone.

"Leave him alone." Ange's flat voice came from the other side of the phone, "The dragons are waking up, let the young people practice." ”

“…… Mastering the spiritual element is amazing, the old scumbag sees the difference, likes the new and hates the old, right? The old cowboy was silent for a long time, then sighed and said, "I hope your S-class can take care of those loose little wild horses." ”

With that, he hung up the phone and sat quietly on the sofa, only the light of a candle on the table flickered, dimming his old countenance.

How many years has this candle been lit?

Twelve years, or fifteen years?

He couldn't remember exactly.

Anger said that he was tired of it.

What about the "Night Watch"?

(End of chapter)