After Monday's opening ceremony, Ke Zhenxi had Tuesday's "Mana Operation" class, which was in a huge classroom, where all the more than 1,000 first-grade students were in class together, and Teacher Ke Lan'er was teaching theoretical knowledge all day. This course, like Monday's Fundamentals of Spells, teaches the basics.

Early in the morning, Ke Zhenxi followed the instructions in the student handbook to the location of the "Wine Swordsmanship" class, which was a huge pavilion called Drunken Immortal Pavilion by Luoling Lake, surrounded by a vast grassland.

Along the way, he looked down at his brand-new dark blue leather armor as he walked, narcissistically admiring the uniform of their class of 2020 male students.

Of course, there is also a fee for school uniforms. Ke Zhenxi heard from de Gaulle that the costume was designed and produced by the Adinai company in the country of yarn, and the price was very high, but the school only symbolically charged the students a silver coin. For the school, this price is equivalent to giving it for nothing, but for Ke Zhenxi, one silver coin is enough for him to buy a hundred dry bread, and it is still a little painful to spend.

There were already a few students waiting there under the Drunken Immortal Pavilion, and one of the square-faced boys greeted Ke Zhenxi with a smile: "Are you also here for class?"

"yes. Ke Zhenxi showed a friendly smile, although the square-faced classmate in front of him was also very square, but compared to the god warrior named Eric Tonios, it was nothing compared to it. He thought he had a friendly smile, but the burns on his face and missing front teeth made him look vicious and funny.

"My name is Noah Fontaine, what's your name?" This square-faced boy named Noah Fontaine is still a little afraid of Ke Zhenxi, who has a bad face.

"My name is Martin Town West. Ke Zhenxi also introduced himself, and as he spoke, he found a bench to sit down and chatted with his classmates who arrived early.

Later, other students followed. The course lasted for three years, the previous class had already graduated, and only the first grade of the five grades had taught the course, with a total of 18 students.

Ke Zhenxi also learned from Noah-Fontaine's small talk that the surname Noah is still a branch of Noahgate's surname, and Ke Zhenxi happened to know Xinghua, who was surnamed Noahgate. With a common topic, the two chatted more happily.

Everyone chatted for a long time, but the teacher did not arrive for a long time, and it was not until about 11 o'clock in the afternoon that a fat man staggered over with a big belly.

He had disheveled orange hair, a beard stained with alcohol, and a fat face, and looked to be in his forties. The white shirt and orange bib should have never been washed, and it was dirty.

"Sorry, I'm a little drunk, burp ......" With a loud burp, the heavy smell of alcohol came to my nose.

Ke Zhenxi felt like he was going to vomit, if he hadn't sniffed farts a while ago, he might have vomited like the round-faced classmate next to him now.

What Ke Zhenxi didn't expect was that except for the round-faced classmates, the rest of the classmates were not affected much.

"Don't you two drink a lot?" Noah Fontaine looked at Ke Zhenxi and the round-faced classmate in vomiting with a surprised expression.

"I don't drink it often. Ke Zhenxi replied that he didn't drink much.

"I ...... Vomit...... I was nauseous when I smelled the wine. The round-faced boy said, his face contorted like a bun.

"Then why are you still reporting this class?" Ke Zhenxi also knew that this spell required drinking, and when he heard that the round-faced boy couldn't drink, he felt inexplicable.

"Can't you stand the smell of alcohol?" the round-faced boy frowned, his tone was very impatient, because he couldn't stand the smell of alcohol, and his face was no longer bloody.

"I can't stand the stench, but I can still drink a little wine. Ke Zhenxi saw the other party's dissatisfaction, and also lost his temper, staring at the round-faced boy with vicious eyes.

For a moment, the atmosphere became tense.

At this time, the middle-aged uncle who was full of alcohol opened his voice and said to everyone: "Hello students, my name is Turg-Nev, and I am your teacher. I'm about to get out of class, so I'm going to take this time to tell you about my plan for the next three years. ”

As soon as Teacher Tu Ge spoke, the students who were originally sitting idly stopped whispering and turned their eyes to him in unison. Although it seems unreliable, a teacher is a teacher, but no one dares to be presumptuous in front of the teacher.

"Every Wednesday in the future, I drink wine in the morning, and when I have enough to eat, I don't need to go to the cafeteria at noon, I eat directly here, and then learn the "Wine Swordsmanship" with the strength of wine. "The drunken Nev's language was slurred, and what he said was more like gibberish after getting drunk.

A few students seemed to have inquired about this method of teaching and were mentally prepared, while a few students looked at each other in surprise.

Ke Zhenxi was even more depressed, it seemed that he was not good at drinking, and he had to live in drunken dreams and death every Wednesday. Thinking of this, he couldn't help but look at the round-faced boy with pity, and now that big round face had changed from white and bloodless to cyan.

Regardless of the students' reactions, Turg-Nev recited spells and cast spells on his own. The spell was completed, but nothing happened.

A few students with a foundation in spells saw that this teacher had failed to cast spells. This kind of low-level mistake is very rare, and it is hard to believe that it could happen to this man with a high-level mage certificate.

Nev tried again in a daze, before opening the spatial door of the storage space, reaching out and taking out a large barrel of wine and some dried meat.

"Hurry up and drink before class in the afternoon. Nev threw the barrel on the ground and began his first order.

"Teacher, can you not drink?" asked the round-faced classmate with a sad face, retching again.

"Of course not, the 'Liquor Sword Technique' can only exert its full power with the help of the catalysis of alcohol. Nev looked at the round-faced classmate, unscrewed the faucet on the wine barrel, and took a large glass of wine, "You come here." ”

"Teacher, I'm ......" The round-faced boy took a step back, looking frightened.

"What's more, if you want to drink it, you will drink it, and if you drink it, you will know the benefits of wine. Nev couldn't help but say, and his fat body landed in front of the round-faced boy with a jump, and he opened his mouth and poured wine into it.

The round-faced boy struggled, his expression like he was drinking poison.

Seeing this situation, Ke Zhenxi was also frightened, and he took advantage of everyone's inattention, preparing to smear oil on the soles of his feet and sneak away. As soon as he turned around, Teacher Tuge's fat body fell from the sky and landed in front of him.

"I drink, I drink. Ke Zhenxi didn't want to be drunk, so he hurriedly took the initiative to take the wine glass and began to drink it. As this glass of wine went down, he felt a little floating, and the alcohol was still quite high.

"Haha, that's right, drink, give me a hard drink!" Turg-Nev raised his glass and began to toast frequently.

In this way, Ke Zhenxi's Wednesday was spent in a drunken dream.

In the evening, Ke Zhenxi returned home drunk, and when he opened the door, he found a white-haired boy in his house, and after thinking about it, he remembered that this was Ben Shuangfeng.

"Why are you at my house?" Ke Zhenxi looked dissatisfied, and his tone was also unkind.

"Why did you drink so much wine?" Ben Shuangfeng frowned, he still wanted to ask about today's class, he never thought that this Ke Zhenxi would drink like this.

"You know, I'm learning spells. Ke Zhenxi said, burped, farted again, and fell asleep in bed.

Ben Shuangfeng saw the other party like this, and there was no way. What's more, the air in the room was no longer breathable, so he had to quickly evacuate.

"Drinking in class?, that Turg-Nev is too unreliable, alas, I'll ask Ke Zhenxi tomorrow morning." Ben Shuangfeng came to the door of his house with a calm face, and when he pushed the door open, he found that there was a woman in the house.

He hurriedly used his mana, and suddenly a chill spread all over his body.

"Who are you?" The cold voice of Ben Shuang Peak seemed to be able to turn the heavens and the earth into ice and snow at any time.

The black-haired woman in the long white dress didn't have any chill around her, she just smiled and looked calm.

Ben Shuangfeng's gaze swept over the Luo Ling Royal Spell School badge on the other party's chest, thinking about the other party's intentions.

"Who am I? My current name is Curranelle. The woman chuckled and unhurriedly took off the white pendant around her neck, and then her face gradually changed.

In the cold air around her, she said calmly: "Xiao Fengzi, don't come unharmed." ”

Ben Shuangfeng saw the other party's true face, first looked surprised, and then his expression became respectful, he put away his mana, bowed respectfully, and said, "It's you." ”