Returning to his nest, Yin Kuang felt an unspeakable sense of loss and loneliness welling up in his heart. This deserted house can probably only be called a "nest" rather than a "home". Yin Kuang, who had never been in the habit of writing a diary, redeemed one for the first time. After sitting quietly for a while, he wrote on the first page: "College Diary."
Then, he started writing on the second page: "I don't know what to write, but I always feel the need to write something. The days of college go by like this day by day. I have class today, class tomorrow... until the next exam. Come, fight for a way out in the weird exam scene, and then go to class, waiting for the next exam... just for the 'graduation certificate' that was exchanged for life and blood. This kind of life seems to be endless. All. Or maybe, when will I die, this strange journey will come to an end... The me now is still me... Who will I be in the future? Leave something behind, Yin Kuang, leave something behind A little goes by, leaving a little... trace of your existence."
"I don't know the year, I don't know the day and the moon, I just know that today is Monday. In a 'Melee Combat' class, I went back to the late Eastern Han Dynasty when there were many heroes. Unfortunately, I couldn't see the red-faced Guan Gong or the white horse Zhao Yun. And that Liu Da'er... Maybe, we will have a chance to meet him in the future. In this class, I killed 24 people," Yin Kuang paused, "Yes, 24... people, maybe they are human beings? They can breathe, think, and speak. If they are not human beings, what are they? But they were created by the mysterious principal, and I don’t know what they are. But that is not important. The important thing is to kill them. Only then can I get out of class and survive..."
"Yin Kuang, in order to survive today, you can only be at the mercy of others, like a puppet. But you have to believe that tomorrow's you, tomorrow's tomorrow, one day, you can change your destiny again. With control in your hands, you can also control the destiny of others... "
"Dad, mom, sister... wait for me! When the day I go back, I, Yin Kuang, will make you the happiest people in the world. This is my oath as a son and a brother!"
Closing the notebook and stroking its black cover, Yin Kuang exhaled heavily and felt inexplicably relaxed. After hiding the notebook, Yin Kuang dove into the bathroom. Without thinking about anything, he took a cold shower and then rolled to bed. As soon as he closed his eyes, he opened them again, "Dragon Soul... Purple Dragon Soul... Bai Lu's brother asked me to read the emperor's biography. What does it have to do with controlling the dragon soul? However, he will definitely not do it without aim. Then..." As soon as Yin Kuang thought, a thick book appeared in his hand.
On the cover, "Emperor Kangxi" is written!
"Let's take a look first and then talk..."
So, Yin Kuang lay directly on the bed and started to read the three-finger-thick "Kangxi Emperor".
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The next day should be Tuesday. The morning course is a liberal arts course. The teacher is a handsome girl wearing a gray magic robe and a wizard's hat, named Huang Yuwen. She is responsible for teaching "Introduction to the History of Magic", telling about the origin, development, classification of magic, etc., and also talks about some very famous magicians. heroic deeds. Among them is Dumbledore, the headmaster of Hawkwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry in Harry Potter. According to Huang Yuwen, she herself had received personal guidance from Dumbledore. In addition, she also suggested that Class 1237 absorb or directly train a person who takes the path of strengthening the magician. Although the magician enhancement is extremely expensive, there is no doubt about its practicality and power. Naturally, Yin Kuang and others took this suggestion to heart. A three-hour class ended with teacher Huang Yuwen's eloquent talk.
It is worth mentioning here that, based on the intermittent memories given by the principal, it can be concluded that university courses are divided into two major categories. One category is "liberal arts", which simply means theoretical courses. For example, "Introduction to the History of Magic" belongs to the category of "liberal arts" and is one of the required subjects. The other category is "Martial Arts". Yesterday's "Close Combat with Weapons", "Distant Combat with Weapons", and the first "Physiological Anatomy" class, all fall under the category of "Martial Arts" and are also compulsory subjects. Roughly speaking, those who do things with hands-on skills are "martial arts", and those who use the brain to memorize are "liberal arts".
After class, Yin Kuang, Li Shuangmu and other 11 people met up with Class 1207 and Class 1236 at the predetermined location. In fact, the so-called scheduled location is the teaching building No. 13, which is also commonly known as "Slaughterhouse 13".
Returning to his old place, Yin Kuang couldn't help but raise his head and look at the huge skull on the wall. The giant skull painting was still ferocious and terrifying, and the empty eye holes seemed to be looking into the sky or overlooking the Nine Netherworld. And the long mouth seemed to be shouting in anger, and it seemed to be laughing loudly. Inexplicably, Yin Kuang felt a little guilty. Because what he wants to do later is to extract the rewards from ordinary class students. And if we had to use one word to describe him, or this group of exceptional students, it would be "farmers."
"Once upon a time, I, who also disliked farmers, turned out to be a farmer. It really feels like God's will." Yin Kuang looked at Li Shuangmu on the side and couldn't help but sigh. Li Shuangmu also raised his head, looked at the huge skull on the wall, and said faintly: "It's really sad that you can't even control your own good and evil."
Yin Kuang, Bai Lu, Pan Longtao, Zeng Fei and others all changed their expressions after hearing this. "Is it sad? Isn't it sad?" Yin Kuang had to nod and said: "You are right, it is indeed very sad. But it will always get better, right? You think the same as me, right?" Yin Kuang said Kuang means that there will always be a day when we can control our destiny in our own hands.
"Oh, everyone wants to travel freely, but who can really achieve it? I am just a dropper in the world." Li Shuangmu, who naturally understood what Yin Kuang meant, turned to look at Yin Kuang and said suddenly, "I just need to complete my decision. I am already satisfied with my goals and ideals.”
Yin Kuang nodded in understanding.
At this moment, an angry voice came, "Go away, don't take what I say! Extraordinary class? Is the extraordinaire class amazing? I..." However, his voice suddenly stopped and was replaced by a The cold girl said, "For the last time, go back to your respective classes! Otherwise, I will kill you without mercy!" But from this voice, Yin Kuang knew who it was. Who else could be there besides Zhu Tong from Class 1236
When I looked out, I saw a group of people blocking the stairs. Those who blocked people were naturally from the special class, while those who were blocked were from the ordinary class. It turned out that as soon as the people from Class 1207 and Class 1236 arrived, they had already blocked the stairway where No. 13 taught lessons, preventing anyone from getting out. Everyone who wanted to leave was driven back by them. Some people are timid and naturally go back obediently, but there are also many ruthless people. Just like this person, shouting "Excellent class is amazing?", and then you put the samurai sword in Zhu Tong's hand on his neck, cutting a small scar and blood overflowing.
It seems that Zhu Tong did not follow the advice of the earl senior and still chose the Japanese katana as his weapon.
"You... you don't dare to kill me! The seniors have explicitly banned fighting and murder on campus. Do you dare not even follow the seniors' words?" said the tall bald boy. But it was obvious that he was still very afraid of the knife on his neck, which could be heard from his trembling voice.
"Hmph! Really? I can guarantee that everyone present will testify that it was you who insulted the senior first, and I just gave you a little lesson on behalf of the senior. Everyone said, right?" Zhu Tong's voice just fell, A group of boys and girls from Class 1236 responded, "We testify that it was you who disrespected the seniors first." "Yes, the eldest sister is right, even the seniors dared to abuse them, damn it!"
The bald boy panicked, "You... you're talking nonsense, how can I insult the seniors!?" Zhu Tong sneered, "Don't you know that three people can become a tiger? Even if it is false, it will become true if there are too many people saying it. Is it true? And you..." Zhu Tong glanced coldly at the other ordinary class members crowded in the stairs, "Do you think the seniors would rather believe in our special class, or you ordinary class members?"
The group of people on the stairs, the members of the ordinary class, immediately fell silent.
Zhu Tong smiled, "Now, go back to your respective classes and stay well. OK?" As she said that, she swept her cold eyes towards everyone, and everyone she saw did not have her own eyes flashing. Finally, his eyes fell on the bald man, "What about you? Are you going back, or do you want to never go back?"
The bald man swallowed and retreated tremblingly up the stairs.
Zhu Tong snorted disdainfully, sheathed his sword, glanced at Yin Kuang and others, and said, "Look, it's that simple." This woman really showed her domineering attitude.
"Hey, Class 1237, you don't seem to have enough manpower, right? Do you want me to give you some? Otherwise, you might be bullied later." Zhu Tong said with a smile, "But my people can't work in vain, right? We should charge some commission, right?" Yin Kuang didn't say anything, but Li Shuangmu smiled and said: "Don't worry about it. By the way, I also want to thank you for guarding the stairs, so that we can work with confidence. As a Thanks, we do enjoy paying some commission.”
Zhu Tong's expression changed, "What do you mean?"
Li Shuangmu still smiled warmly, "Whatever you think it means, that's what it means." Since Zhu Tong didn't know good from good and was always tit-for-tat, why should Li Shuangmu worry about anything else? Although he was curious about how he and others had offended this woman, so that she would be sarcastic every time they met, but if they really broke out, the reason would not matter at all. Whatever you do, do it!