Stomp stomp.

Faintly, heavy footsteps seemed to be heard outside the classroom.

The noisy classroom gradually fell silent.

An old man with gray hair walked in through the main entrance.

The appearance of this old man who has just stepped into the classroom looks like the best interpretation of the stereotype of magician.

He was dressed in a traditional mage robe, with white hair in a hood, an old and wrinkled complexion, a sparkle of wisdom in his eyes, and a wooden staff more than a meter long.

I saw the old man go straight to the podium.

"Students......"

The old man cleared his throat, his voice elegant and magnetic.

The classroom became silent, and even the last exchange of words stopped.

"We're all first-year students, so I think you should have a good idea of the promotion system in the academy.

"In the Academy, fierce competition is a constant theme. There are so many students here, how many of you will be able to enter second grade next year?

"I can tell you that it's less than 1/10.

"Every year, less than 1 in 10 people are able to complete the final examination of the first year of the college and reach the level of spirituality required for promotion to the second year.

"The vast majority of students can only continue to repeat in the first grade.

"Of the less than 10 per cent of students who make it to Year 2, most of them are students who have been repeating Year 1 for years. There are very few wizards who can successfully advance to the second year in the second year of school.

"This is the Academy. Here, only really good people can be promoted to higher grades, don't think that simply relying on the accumulation of time will definitely be able to advance to the second grade!

"Talent, opportunity, effort, inspiration, epiphany, practice, each one is indispensable. The path to transcendence is not something that can be progressed by just accumulating time. There are also many examples of casters who have not been able to cross the bottleneck, who have stood still for many years, or even regressed!

"Don't think I'm scaring you. If you don't find the right way, it's not impossible to repeat a grade for decades in the first grade. ”

After listening to the old mage's speech, a serious atmosphere filled the classroom, and it seemed that the students all felt the cruelty and difficulty of the academy's competition and transcendent path.

"Repeating a grade in the first grade for decades, is that really the case? This kind of guy who doesn't open his mind might as well leave the academy early. ”

Offstage, Bai obviously didn't believe it, and muttered to the tall boy next to him.

The tall boy next door to Bai is the same tarantula who was sprinkled with filth last week, and the old student who has been repeating the grade for 4 years in the first grade. It wasn't until these two days that the other siblings of the White Wolf Club were willing to approach him.

"Alright, students, my remarks are over." After the old mage on the podium finished speaking, he bent down to salute the audience:

"The above is my experience as a senior who has been repeating the first grade for more than 50 years, I can share it with you, thank you, all of you."

"It's good for my classmates to call me old man. Everyone is a classmate, and you are welcome to share your experiences and thoughts, my dream in this life is to be promoted to the second grade in my lifetime! ”

After speaking, the old mage walked cautiously to the stage with a wooden cane, found an empty seat, and sat down.

"What, isn't he a teacher?" The white eyeballs are about to fall off.

He complained to the tarantula next to him:

"You're an old student, you should be able to recognize that old man as a student. Why was it quiet like that just now, I thought it was the teacher coming! ”

The tarantula retorted:

"The old man will come to the stage every year to share this statement, motivating the students to study hard and dedicate themselves to the second grade! It's been like this since my mom and dad were in school. It's tradition, and I don't dare interrupt him. ”

While the two were discussing, another figure appeared at the door of the classroom.

The students, including Russell, looked at each other again.

It's going to be the teacher this time.

Wait, that's?

A large mass of indescribable tentacles walked in through the door, many of which had eyeballs on the tops. The strange tentacle monster swaggered into the classroom.

Isn't that the tentacle monster I saw on my way to the cafeteria? Russell remembered.

When the tentacle monster entered the classroom, it didn't cause any waves or panic, and the students didn't seem to see the terrible monster.

Instead, the tentacles blamed themselves for looking around, looking left and right with several eyeballed tentacles, as if looking for a vacant seat.

"Clara, Clara, sit in front of us! The position in front of Russell is empty. ”

Russell sat next to him, and Black Feather beckoned to the tentacle monster.

Russell's pupils opened slightly, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, but his face remained indifferent.

"You, are you inviting me? Kuroba-san. ”

The tentacle monster made a soft and well-behaved female voice, as if flattered and embarrassed.

She slowly walked in front of Russell and Black Feather, and the large tentacle sat in her seat.

Russell raised an eyebrow.

Black Feather whispered to Russell about the tentacle monster in the front row:

"Russell, this is what I told you before, the girl who was bullied by the White Wolf Club."

"What you said before, the girl you like, is her?" The corners of Russell's mouth twitched slightly, and he lowered his voice and pointed to the large mass of tentacles and eyeballs in the seat in front of him.

The girls bullied by the White Wolf Club are not simple.

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