The weather outside the window was a little gloomy.

The heavy clouds obscured the brilliant sunlight and painted a layer of gray color between the heavens and the earth, making all those in this environment feel a sense of depression in their hearts.

However, the students in Room 601 East of the Bishop's Building of Jiuyou School may not agree with this view.

Compared to the heavy negative pressure atmosphere in the room, the vast and open environment outside the window is simply too harmonious.

Professor Yao stood on the podium, carrying the crumpled mulberry paper with two fingers, his brows twisted into a pimple:

"Whose homework is this?"

The students in the classroom turned their heads cautiously and looked at each other quietly, as if they felt that every face was so suspicious.

Of course, this does not include the boys who sit by the window in the back row.

Fat Xin hesitated for a few seconds.

Then he stood up under Zheng Qing's hard pushing, and admitted the ownership of the paper with a frown.

"Student Xin!" Professor Yao was obviously surprised, and his tone was much softer.

After all, in his impression, Xin Fatzi is one of the few boys among the freshmen who is more active in class.

"Is there anything you want to explain?" the professor paused, apparently intending to give the fat man a chance.

"We have a civet cat in our dorm room, and it wraps it in my homework paper for breakfast. Xin Fat Man said quickly, and spit out the complaints that had been suppressed for a long time in his heart: "That cat doesn't know why Lai is in our dormitory and refuses to leave...... And always grabs food with us!, Melpomene sighed...... If it weren't for the fact that we, as members of the First University, have to hold ourselves to the highest moral standards at all times, I would have stewed that fat cat a long time ago!"

Zheng Qing looked at the fat man with admiration.

"Oh, that's right. Lao Yao squinted, with his usual smile on his face: "Since there are external factors, then your credits will not be deducted...... Let's transcribe a new copy. ”

The fat man quietly tilted his head and glanced at the professor aggrievedly.

"Or are you going to give up the opportunity to meet Councilor Su?" Professor Yao held his pipe, bit it in his mouth, and said vaguely: "Remember what I said in the first class of school." ”

Zheng Qing scratched his head for a long time before he remembered what was going on according to the excited and angry words of the classmate next to him.

In the first class, Lao Yao once promised to introduce everyone to Su Shijun, the legendary number one beauty in the wizarding world. Of course, he also has his own conditions - in September, everyone must perform well in his class, and the homework must be completed with high quality.

Fat Xin didn't need to be reminded by others, and immediately thought of the gentleman's agreement.

"I'm willing to rewrite a more perfect assignment!" he raised his hand, his eyes widened, and he shouted hoarsely, "I am willing to write a 6,000-word assignment, and there will never be a single typo on the paper!"

"Professor, I'll help supervise!" Zhang Jixin also raised his hand, his red face turned purple: "If he submits a missing word or a wrong word in the homework, I will copy it again!"

Zheng Qing looked at the two companions with a puzzled expression, completely unable to understand their behavior.

It's so naïve, the young public scholarship student smacked his lips, shook his head, and didn't speak.

Thus, this little episode between the classes ended perfectly.

Perhaps because of Lao Yao's inadvertent reminder a few minutes ago, many students suddenly remembered the promise in the first class.

This made the subsequent course a lot smoother.

Almost everyone was eager to express their desire to listen carefully to the lecture, trying to eliminate the dissatisfaction accumulated by the professor in the first half of the class through attentive eyes, leaning forward postures, and enthusiastic answers.

The atmosphere in the classroom seemed a little twisted and frenzied.

But Lao Yao seemed to be very satisfied with this atmosphere, and even the lecture seemed to be a lot more verbose:

"Just like what Xiao mentioned before...... The standard Dharma book is generally about 300 pages, divided into 30 chapters, and can carry at least three spells. ”

"To cast a spell correctly, you must first record it in the right way so that you can cast it correctly when you use it. ”

"Because everyone has different grammars, different abilities to derive formulas, and different structures caused by deviations in the understanding of mantras, even if the same mantra is copied in the Dharma book, there will be different lengths. ”

"If you are skilled and have excellent comprehension and derivation skills, then a Dharma book of about 300 pages can often carry more than 100 mantras. ”

"But there are also some wizards, and it is a great luck that a magic book can record three or five spells. ”

"So, how to properly record and release spells, how to use your spell book correctly, that's what we mainly learn in our freshman year of charms. ”

"Of course, as a case spell, I have carefully selected five for you. Students who can flexibly record these five mantras in the Dharma book this semester and use them proficiently, I will give him extra points in the evaluation at the end of the semester. ”

"That's pretty much it. ”

Lao Yao puffed out a string of smoke rings and knocked on the edge of the lectern with his pipe.

Before the soot hit the ground, the elves who rushed to hear the sound were put into the yarn bag and carried out of the classroom.

"I'd like to add a little bit more extracurricular knowledge...... I hope you all pay attention. The professor put down his pipe, picked up his law book again, and shook in mid-air:

"You already know that the Dharma books have souls. ”

"Demons, spirit beasts, or even the elders of some alien race, the projection of the devil of hell, or the fragment of the godhead of a god. ”

"We human beings—whether it's the so-called Bai Ding, wizards, or whatever," as if remembering something, the corners of Lao Yao's mouth provoked a trace of disdain: "Compared to the races that this universe really favors, the talent is actually very poor. ”

"It's like a demon. ”

"Not to mention those demon kings who turn rivers and seas upside down, or high-level demons, even the lowest-level wild demons can naturally communicate with the mysterious origin of the universe...... Through their bloodlines and souls, they effortlessly unleash all kinds of powerful curse magic and grow powerful bodies. ”

"They seem better suited to survive under the stars than we do. ”

"But the opposite is true. ”

"Now, this world belongs to us wizards - only we can walk in the sun and fly in the blue sky. And those gifted demons were forced to hide in the gutter and hide in the dark. ”

"Why?"

"Learning, Inheritance, Organization, Order...... Perhaps you can list a myriad of high-sounding reasons. ”

"But in my opinion, there is only one real reason...... That's that we're cruel enough. ”

"We can be cruel to nature, cruel to put any non-human race on the test bed and dragged into the alchemy factory, cruel to slaughter each other, to advance in blood. ”

"The world is beautiful, elegant, and orderly. ”

"But at the same time, it's brutal. ”

"The crude blood and deep evil of the demons are nothing more than instinctually driven chaos, and they may win the hearts of this world for a moment, but they have the power that they cannot possess this world...... Only we, the cruel choices we make intellectually, can complement the cruelty of nature. ”

"Demons, ghosts, spirit animals, even the projections of hell, the brilliance of gods..."

"We hunt them, strip them of their spirits, infuse them into our artifacts, and use their natural abilities to expand our sluggish spiritual senses, making it easier to communicate with our origins and unleash our abilities. ”

"And those spirits, on the other hand, have never been able to be liberated, and they release their grievances day after day, not knowing that these grievances are the catalyst for these magic weapons to be used repeatedly. ”

"This magic tool is the Dharma book in your hands. ”

"Do you feel cruel? Do you have the heart to bear it, do you have the kind of fraternity that floods the universe?"

Lao Yao raised his voice and asked.

The class was quiet. Everyone didn't speak, just quietly watched the professor with a somewhat excited expression.

Although Zheng Qing felt unbearable, when he thought of the terrifying banshee on the plane, he felt an uncontrollable throbbing pain in his brain.

"Good!"

seemed to be satisfied with everyone's performance, and Lao Yao's tone softened again:

"You must remember who you are and give your limited love to your fellow citizens. Fraternity, in this cruel world, is very ridiculous. ”

"Remember!"

"Don't be brain-dead to join the Law Book Liberation Association!"