With the positioning and navigation system, Meng Yu finally managed to find the location of the basic class this time.
However, because he studied the rules of the Academy of Magic yesterday, he went to bed very late, and the cheap hut he rented was too far from the city, so he was honorably late.
Just like playing a game, you can only start playing if you know the rules, and you can play well only if you are good at using these rules. Although Meng Yu doesn't play games, he agrees with this principle very much.
When he swiped his card to enter the classroom, an old man about 60 years old was dancing and explaining something on the stage. The moment Meng Yu entered the classroom, the words "Meng Yu" appeared on the light curtain in the upper right corner of the podium. Yu, 16" in large characters.
The old man was talking about something interesting, when he was suddenly interrupted, he was naturally very upset. He was looking at Meng Yu's information, and he was 16 years old, and he still had to take basic classes. This kind of students were either extremely talented, Or just being extremely lazy.
The old man naturally classified Meng Yu into the second category, because he had never seen someone with such poor talent.
Looking at the old man's face, Meng Yu knew that he might cause trouble again, and secretly complained in his heart.
He knew that the appearance of his name on the light curtain was a punishment for being late to the academy. He didn't expect to meet him on the first day of class. It was really bad luck.
"This classmate, what are you doing at the door? Sit down quickly." The old man said sharply.
Meng Yu didn't dare to say anything more, so he walked to the last row and sat down. It's not that he didn't like studying, but mainly because he didn't have a seat.
"It seems that this old man's class is very popular," Meng Yu, who had taken elective courses, naturally understood what it meant.
"Okay, let's come to an end with the knowledge just now. Now let's talk about the two most important things for a magician."
The old man was very upset when he said it, and the students were naturally even more upset. They were interrupted by Meng Yu when they heard something interesting. That feeling was really uncomfortable.
If it wasn't in class, maybe they would rush up and beat Meng Yu up.
"First of all, as a magician, the most important thing is to be diligent. Only by practicing diligently can we make progress and pursue the highest level of magic in a limited life."
The old man paused, then continued.
"Don't be like some students who didn't become magic apprentices until they were sixteen years old. Even a pig can become a magic apprentice before the age of sixteen, so remember, hard work, hard work is the most precious wealth of our magicians .”
After the old man finished speaking, the students in the audience burst into laughter. The old man's words were not cryptic, he was obviously referring to Meng Yu.
"Quiet, quiet," the old man scolded, frowning.
"Secondly, the ancients said that if you are too high, you will establish virtue, then you will make meritorious service, and then you will make words. A magician is also a human being. As a person, the most important thing is to establish morality. Only those who have a good character can be qualified to become a magician. Otherwise, if a The evil magician has mastered a powerful force, and I am afraid that the world is not far from extinction... "
At this time, Meng Yu didn't know that he was being targeted by the old man. He originally wanted to learn some useful magic knowledge, but he didn't expect the old man to start ideological education, which made Meng Yu think of his counselor.
The old man was still chattering on stage, so Meng Yu naturally lost interest in continuing to listen. Instead, he conceived his own way of making money in his mind. This was something he was thinking about in the carriage.
In Jiangxia City, his dozen or so gold coins won't last long. As for the allowance from the Magicians Association, it's a drop in the bucket. If there is no income, they will face the danger of starvation again.
Just as he was thinking of the place where he was fascinated, a water polo flew straight towards Meng Yu. Meng Yu, who was in deep thought, would never have thought of such an accident.
Fortunately, the water polo releaser mastered the strength and just wet Meng Yu's whole body, without causing more serious injuries.
But Meng Yu's appearance at this time was as embarrassing as he could be.
At the same time, the whole class burst into laughter again.
An angry Meng Yu immediately got up and looked forward, and then saw the old man glaring at him. Meeting the old man's gaze, Meng Yu suddenly became listless again.
As a good student like him, he has never done such a thing as contradicting the teacher. The respect for the teacher has not changed even here.
"Student, please answer this question on the blackboard." The old man stared at the drenched Meng Yu and said viciously.
It was only then that Meng Yu discovered that there was an extra line of words on the light curtain of the podium at this time, which read "Why do you need to chant a spell to cast magic", followed by three big question marks.
The moment he saw the question, Meng Yu was embarrassed. Since he came to this world, he has been busy practicing, so he has no time to read.
The only book I have read in its entirety is "Introduction to Magic", and there is no answer to this question in Introduction to Magic.
Looking at Meng Yu's cheeks that were gradually turning red, the old man said with a bit of resentment, "Can't you answer this kind of question that a three-year-old child knows?"
"It's okay to be lazy, and you don't listen carefully in class. People like you will be the scum of society in the future. It is an insult to the word magician."
Hearing this, Meng Yu was even more embarrassed, standing still and not moving, not moving.
"Because magic is the power given to us by God, and spells are the language used to pray to God. Only by praying to God can we obtain great magical power."
At this moment, a boy in white clothes in the front row of Meng Yu whispered to Meng Yu.
Hearing this answer, Meng Yu spat out a mouthful of old blood. It would be a pity not to be a magician, damn it. For an atheist like him, he obviously doesn't believe this answer.
But Sima should be regarded as a living horse doctor, Meng Yu is not a pedantic person.
"Because magic is..." Meng Yu repeated.
"Sit down and listen carefully in the future. You have wasted more time than others. You can only catch up with others by working harder in the future. Don't be distracted in class."
The old man naturally saw that someone else helped Meng Yu, but he did not embarrass Meng Yu. He didn't know whether he was completely disappointed with Meng Yu or didn't want to embarrass Meng Yu too much.
Meng Yu agrees with the old man's words, he must work harder, and this is what he is doing.
But the question just now made him think a little more,
"Yes, how is magic formed?"
He didn't believe that it was really the power bestowed by God, but he had been busy practicing before, so he didn't think of this problem at all.