Steward Bill's diary: February 19, 167 in the Alliance Calendar, sunny. This afternoon, send the young master to Chenxi College to enroll. Instructor Locke said that if the young master doesn't lose weight, he won't have a good life for a few years, which is the same as what the great swordsman who came to the house two months ago said. I invited the master over, and the master decided to hand over the young master to that Locke instructor for weight loss and training, and signed a guarantee. The master asked me to stay in the academy, obey Professor Locke's instructions, and not to contact the young master, but to watch from a distance. I agreed, but I felt that the young master seemed to be in trouble.
Sure enough, after the meeting, Professor Locke asked me to buy a cart of lettuce, carrots and celery, and then took the young master away. When I came back from shopping, the Locke instructor took me to a bluestone house and told me to dump everything on the ground. I felt that this place seemed to be a quiet room for sword practice, and then I saw the young master huddled in a corner and weeping. I couldn't talk to him to ask what happened, so I asked that Master Locke, what is he doing here
That Instructor Locke smiled ferociously, and he said that this is where the young master will live in the future. My God, there is no bed or couch in this place, not even a stove, how can the young master sleep
That Locke didn't care, he said that there is a straw mat on the floor and a blanket is enough, and there is no need for a stove. If the young master feels cold, he can get up and exercise at night, and he won't be cold if he sweats a little. As for living here, the main reason is that the stone house is soundproof, no matter how much the young master makes a fuss, it will not affect the sleep of other students.
I asked him what he gave the young master to eat that night? He pointed to the vegetables I bought on the ground and said, the young master will eat these things in the next three days. I was taken aback, did he raise the young master like a rabbit? I told him tactfully that the young master doesn't like vegetables, especially those that haven't been cooked. But he smiled happily, and patted my shoulder and said it's okay, I'm so hungry that even the dead would dare to eat it, not to mention these vegetables.
What Professor Locke said is really disgusting, cold-blooded, hard-hearted, he is simply a devil. The young master fell into his hands, woo woo, the young master is so pitiful. I'm going to write it all down and report it to my lord. Never let him go lightly.
Butler Bill's diary: On February 20th, 167 in the Alliance Calendar, sunny. The young master cried and howled most of the night last night, but no one paid any attention to him. I wanted to go there, but the teaching assistant on night duty stopped me and warned me not to approach the stone house without permission. I could only listen to the young master's cry from a distance, and there was nothing I could do.
The young master cried for most of the night, and then he heard the sound of the young master eating those vegetables, very loud. In this way, the young master cried for a while after eating some vegetables, and ate some vegetables after crying for a while, and tossed and tossed until early morning before falling asleep.
In the afternoon, Instructor Locke came, took a few people to clean up the house, showered the young master, put on a coarse linen clothes, and asked the young master to put his hand in front of him, telling him what the pulse signal was. The young master was crying and cursing all the time, but the Locke instructor ignored them, and said to make a whip, which hurts but doesn't hurt the bones or something. God! Did they treat the young master as a slave
Then Professor Locke called me over and gave me a blueprint, asking me to build a bathroom for them in the college. I very much doubt that they are spoofing public affairs for personal gain, because I have never seen any bathroom with such a small room made of wood, and what about a steam room, what a lie!
Butler Bill's diary: February 21, 167 in the Alliance Calendar, sunny. The young master ate vegetables all night again last night, but he didn't cry and fuss like the night before.
Instructor Locke came again in the afternoon, showered the young master like yesterday, sounded his pulse, cleaned up the house, and asked me to buy another cart of vegetables. I secretly bought a few tomatoes and put them in, I believe the young master will be very happy.
The bathroom blueprint given by Professor Locke yesterday was budgeted, and it will take more than a hundred gold coins to build it. After reporting it, the master replied that it would be built, and the family sent people to the college for construction.
Butler Bill's diary: February 22, 167 in the Alliance Calendar, sunny. The young master ate carrots all night last night, it seems that he bought a little too much carrots this time.
Instructor Locke gave the young master a pulse and asked him to take a shower, and gave me a list to buy medicinal materials, saying that it was for the young master to drink.
Steward Bill's diary: February 23, 167 in the Alliance Calendar, overcast. The young master was eating celery last night, and the carrots are gone.
Professor Locke asked a few people to hold the young master and pour him a test tube of medicine, which should be very bitter, and the young master cried again.
Then the young master started to have diarrhea.
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Butler Bill's diary: February 31, 167 in the Alliance Calendar, sunny. The young master slept soundly last night, he didn't snore or babble, and slept until dawn.
The young master has been drinking the diarrhea medicine for the past few days, but the frequency of diarrhea seems to be a little less today. The spirit is also better, not as pale and wobbly as he had diarrhea two days ago.
In the afternoon, Professor Locke weighed the young master, and the young master lost seventeen catties. It's only been a few days, it seems that the young master is expected to lose weight, which is really exciting, but Professor Locke said that at least another 170 catties must be lost to be considered a normal weight. is it possible? It's hard to imagine that the young master weighs only one hundred fifty or sixty catties like me.
Professor Locke gave me another list of medicinal ingredients, saying that the young master doesn't need to drink that potion for diarrhea anymore. Because the oil in the young master's stomach was basically excreted. Instructor Locke said that physical training will start tomorrow, and he will make potions for the young master again.
Butler Bill's diary: February 32, 167 in the Alliance Calendar, sunny. The young master slept well last night.
Professor Locke came early in the morning, and he asked the young master to run three laps on the school field, but the young master refused to run. Professor Locke took out two fist-sized pieces of bread, and said that if the young master was willing to run away, he would give it to the young master. The young master has been eating vegetables for more than ten days, his eyes were red when he saw the bread, and he rushed to grab it, but was knocked down by Instructor Locke. Professor Locke threw the bread into the toilet if he didn't want to run away, and the young master continued to eat vegetables.
Just for these two black breads made of couscous, the young master ran three laps on the school grounds. In the last lap, the young master couldn't run any longer. He almost had to roll and crawl to complete the task. Instructor Locke asked the young master to walk half a circle around the school grounds before the young master recovered his breath. Seeing the young master desperately stuffing bread into his mouth, I was so sad that I wanted to cry.
Master's recipe has changed from today. In the morning, there is a bowl of porridge and two breads. Vegetables are served at noon and evening. Now the young master has to do physical training every day. I run three laps in the morning, other training in the afternoon, and three more laps in the evening. After each training, I have to drink a large bowl of salt water, saying that it is to supplement the body's salt. Drink a test tube of medicine before going to bed at night.
The young master refused to train in the afternoon, because Locke taught the young master how to learn bunny hops and push-ups. Instructor Locke really took out a whip and whipped it directly. The young master screamed "Oh", and a bloodstain appeared on his body. The young master has never been beaten since he was a child! I wanted to go up to stop him, but was caught and warned by the teaching assistant next to me, saying that if I go up, they can send the young master home and leave him alone according to the guarantee signed by the master. I didn't dare to take this responsibility, so I could only hold back my tears and watch the young master complete the training under the whip.
Butler Bill's diary: On February 33, 167 in the Alliance Calendar, sunny. The young master was beaten and moaned all night last night. Although Locke taught someone to apply medicine to the young master after the training, the young master still couldn't sleep well due to the pain, and was pulled up to continue physical training in the morning.
The good news today is that the college's bathrooms have been built thanks to the efforts of the family craftsmen. In the evening, after the young master drank the potion, he was taken to the bathroom by Instructor Locke to take a steam bath, and I was allowed to go in to serve the young master.
It turns out that the steam bath is to stay in the small wooden house. Put the large pebbles on the stove, burn them red, put them in the basin, and then pour water on the pebbles. Soon the wooden house is full of steam, so hot It's so hot you can't breathe. Everyone stripped off, Professor Locke's figure is really fit, and the young master is all fat. I kept moving red-hot pebbles in, poured water on them, and sweated profusely. The young master lay motionless on the wooden platform, greasy sweat dripping from his body. About twenty minutes later, the young master passed out. Professor Locke said that it was all right, mainly because the temperature was too high and he could not breathe. He would wake up slowly after lifting the young master to a ventilated place, and then he could go to sleep after washing with water.
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Butler Bill's diary: March 1, 167 in the Alliance Calendar, sunny. The young master slept very well last night. He has been doing physical training for the past few days. Every time, the teaching assistants follow him with a whip. If the young master is lazy, they will whip it hard. At night, the young master has to take a steam bath. I feel that the young master seems to be more energetic, he doesn't pant so much when walking and running, and his strength seems to be stronger. Tonight, when I was waiting for the young master to take a steam bath, the young master suddenly grabbed my hand, which hurt me so much. The young master said that he was crazy about eating meat, and asked me to find a way to get him some barbecue.
But I didn't dare, because when the young master told me, he didn't know that standing behind him was the instructor who took the steam bath with him, and the instructor gave me a hard look, which was a warning to me.
Professor Locke didn't come today. I heard that he will have an academy duel tomorrow, followed by Challenger Day. I really can't think of anyone who would be so arrogant, even going to teach Baiyin from twenty-seven colleges alone, and claiming that Baiyin is invincible. I heard from those instructors that there are more than 1,600 silver-level challengers from outside. I don't believe that so many challengers and the silver instructors from those colleges can't defeat Professor Locke. He is just a black iron swordsman. The tavern in the college area called Beauty and the Sword has opened a plate. If you bet on Professor Locke to lose, I heard that you will pay a small silver coin for a gold coin. I will bet on a gold coin at night. I hope Locke will definitely lose tomorrow.
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On March 2, the weather was fine.
Lorist strolled leisurely in the academy, seemingly not paying any attention to the upcoming duel at the academy.
Last night Lorist had received the duel schedule from the college, but it was only between colleges. The arrangement for the foreign challenge day was to start on March 3rd, which is tomorrow, but there was no list of opponents, because Fatty Shi forgot, or it was on purpose, he thought it didn't matter to Lorist whether there was a list of challengers or not. I'm very busy, who has the time to copy another list of losers? On the contrary, the list information he gave El was very detailed, and he bragged about these challengers, as if each of these challengers could easily kill Lorist.
"I can't help it. If I don't do this, I won't be able to attract those who place bets. It's about money, so I have to go into details." Fatty Shi said innocently, spreading his hands.
Lorist was too lazy to argue with him, but the one who came to the duel today was the Violet Academy, ranked 21st, and it seemed that there was no famous silver teacher, so Lorist himself felt a little overwhelmed.
Fatty Shi was directing the law enforcement team members of the academy's law enforcement department to set up a cordon, and even the elite members of the swordsmanship club were pulled over by him. He said to Lorist who was bored looking around, "Don't rush to leave, I will show you a good show later."
Soon, the good show that Fatty Shi said was staged. A crowd of black crows came to the gate of the college, the first ones were a group of silver professors wearing the badges of the Violet College, all of them arrogant and arrogant. Most of the people who followed were people from other colleges who came to watch the excitement.
Dean Levins leaned on crutches and stood in front of the indoor training hall that had just undergone a one-month emergency expansion to welcome the deans of other colleges. The people from Violet Academy and a group of deans were welcomed into the training hall, but the instructors and students who came to watch the battle behind those deans were blocked outside.
"Old cripple, what do you mean?" Dean Weston of St. Marceau College looked unhappy.
Dean Levins suffered from a serious illness when he was a child, similar to polio, and his legs and feet have always been inconvenient.
Dean Levins smiled slightly, and said calmly: "Old bastard, Violet Academy is here to duel. You deans can be said to be very honored guests of our academy, so I greet them personally to express welcome. The following are not invited by me. If they want to go in, they can come in through that door."
Dean Weston looked up in the direction Dean Levins pointed, and saw four large characters written on the gate next to it—Entry and Exit by Ticket. There is also a small window next to it, which says the ticket office.
"The ticket price is not expensive, only a small silver coin per person." Dean Levins said.
"Old cripple, you really got into money. You won't let go of such a small amount of money. Can't you learn to be more generous. I will pay for the tickets for those who come today. Go and count how many people there are." Weiss Dean Dun said proudly, and took out an exquisite purse from his body and threw it to a silver professor of St. Marceau College.
"Dean Weston is mighty..." "Thank you, Dean Weston..." The crowd gathered outside shouted.
Dean Levins didn't seem to see Dean Weston's complacency, and calmly stretched out his hand to signal: "Everyone, please go this way."
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The indoor training hall changed drastically after being expanded. In the middle is a square ring with a length of seven meters and a width of five meters, surrounded by eight-story stands, which can accommodate more than 2,000 spectators.
Lorist stood lazily on the ring, watching boredly a few beauties in the uniforms of Chenxi Academy students shuttled through the crowd in the stands, and called out in a clear and sweet voice: "Buy a lottery ticket! Anyone want to buy a lottery ticket? If you buy a large silver coin won by Professor Locke, you will pay a small silver coin, and if you buy a small silver coin won by Violet Academy, you will pay a large silver coin... "
Dean Weston and the dean of Violet Academy were furious in the stands: "Old cripple, what do you mean?"
Dean Levins said lightly: "A few female students are just working part-time. There is no fuss. Maybe they are supporters of Locke's teaching. They are more confident in Locke's teaching, so the odds are set. The two If you are not happy, you can buy a few, and if you win, you can teach them a lesson."
It's not that you, an old cripple, are playing tricks behind your back! The two deans gave Dean Levins a hard look, and Dean Weston said, "I still have a dozen or so Goldfords in my purse, and I'll buy Violet Academy to win, and I'll pay you to death, old cripple!"
The dean of the Violet Academy is mobilizing the professors of his own academy: "Everyone pays for their own academy to win. The kid on the ring doesn't have two heads and three hands, just a black iron. The dean doesn't believe us." Twenty silver professors in the college can't handle him alone, and he can be exhausted in a wheel battle..."
The few female students who bought lottery tickets in the stands were overwhelmed, but the ones they bought were all won by the Violet Academy. Only a few professors from Chenxi Academy who came to watch the game bought the lottery tickets that the Locke Academy would win.
The dean of the Violet Academy held a stack of lottery tickets and sat next to Dean Weston, talking in a low voice: "... Although Professor Worbas is only a two-star silver star, his swordsmanship is very fierce. Pai His first appearance is also to test the true level of this kid named Locke. If he is really good at swordsmanship, then my academy's strategy is to drag him down and use the wheel to fight him to death... Look, Professor Worbas is on the stage, He has rich experience in battles. He has participated in eighteen duels and won seventeen... er... "
Instructor Worbas, whom the dean had placed high hopes on, lay at Lorist's feet after only one meeting, his limbs twitching. This, this is too fast, I didn't even see how it fell, and even Lorist hadn't drawn his sword yet. The dean was like a duck whose neck had been wiped, his chattering stopped suddenly, and he pointed to the ring in astonishment, speechless.
Fatty Shi walked up to the ring quickly, checked it, and announced loudly: "The jaw was hit hard, and the person has passed out. Next."
In less than half an hour, all the twenty silver instructors from Violet Academy were carried off the ring. Lorist even yawned in the ring.
The beautiful students selling lottery tickets hugged each other and cheered happily, and the law enforcement disciples who were on guard in the training hall also raised their swords and shouted the slogan "Teacher Locke... silver is invincible!".
Dean Weston in the stands had a gloomy face and said nothing, he tore up the lottery ticket in his hand fiercely, stood up and left without even saying hello to Dean Levins. The people from other academies in the stands who came to watch the battle also left dejectedly one by one.
The dean of the Violet Academy was stunned, his face ashen, and he didn't notice the lottery ticket in his hand floating on the ground. How could it be possible, the twenty silver instructors in my college lost so easily, they were all knocked down as soon as they met each other, and the most powerful one was just taking the three tricks of Locke...
Lorist grabbed Fatty Shi: "How many challengers are you notifying to come to the duel tomorrow?"
Fatty Shi said, "Twenty, the same number as today."
Lorist slammed his lips and said, "Too few, let's increase to fifty people next time, let's get rid of them early and get things done."
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Butler Bill's diary: March 2, 167 in the Alliance Calendar, sunny. I lost a gold coin today. I really didn't expect that Violet Academy was so useless, and twenty silver instructors failed to defeat Professor Locke. But tomorrow is different, they are all well-known silver mercenary masters outside, and they are not comparable to those teachers who talk all day in the academy. Fortunately, the odds on the plate have not changed, and it seems that I can still win the gold coins back.
The young master is fine today, training and bathing are normal.