The Hero Who Troubles the Heroes

This morning, after six o'clock in the morning, Charles woke up, turned around and touched it, empty.

It was only then that Charles remembered that he had come to live in the student dormitory of Shield Bridge College yesterday, and he had not brought Diana over.

According to the tradition of Shield Bridge College, freshmen must live in the student dormitory for the first two years of admission, and they are free from the third year.

The teaching arrangement in the academy is based on a ten-day cycle, with two days off on the ninth and tenth days at the end of each tenth, so the days at the end of the eighth and ninth days are not allowed to live in the dormitory.

Regardless of the day off, today was the first day of class. Charles rolled over and got out of bed and went to the bathroom to wash up.

The dormitories arranged by this school are all single rooms, but the layout makes Charles a little speechless, because the layout is like a hotel room in his previous life. The bathroom is on the left of the door, the wardrobe on the right, and the bed and desk when you enter. The good thing is that there is a room outside. A balcony, the better thing is that across from his balcony is the girls' dormitory.

In principle, students of the opposite **** are prohibited from entering the student dormitory, but it is not uncommon for boys to wear women's clothes in girls' dormitories.

As far as he was concerned, he could use the teleportation technique to bring Diana back quietly. The sound insulation magic arrangement was fine, but the bed was not very firm.

At seven o'clock, Charles, who had left the dormitory, put on pure cotton bodysuits from the Kingdom of Lerick, a woolen sweater from the Kingdom of Bischberg, and finally wore one from the Slime Basin outside. Linen coats and trousers can be said to be one of the three major textile bases to serve him, just like a student from an ordinary citizen.

It's not that he doesn't have more luxurious clothes to wear, but he understands that explosions caused by experimental errors in the academy are not uncommon, and he doesn't want to get his good clothes dirty while saving people.

The student cafeteria is not far from the dormitory area. It has three floors. The consumption level is the lowest on the first floor and the highest on the third floor.

You can see a lot of gorgeously dressed students walking upstairs. On the first floor, all students are simply dressed.

Because the students come from all over the world, and the currencies vary from place to place, the school simply came up with its own "meal ticket", which can only be used for consumption in the school, and the exchange for the meal ticket is next to the cafeteria.

Charles took the meal ticket to the window on the first floor and asked for a large bowl of polenta.

When he was trained at the Zhanzheng Seminary a while ago, he ate stewed meat with heavy oil and salt every day. He felt that he didn't want to eat meat in the short term.

Grinding corn into powder will increase the cost. The polenta provided on the first floor of the cafeteria is porridge made from corn ballast directly boiled with water. It has no oil or salt, and it does not taste very good. That’s it.

"You're here?" Enrico sat down opposite Charles with his breakfast, and he carried a bowl of white porridge with a lot of shrimp.

It is easy to catch small shrimp in the sea, and this thing is worthless on the island.

Enrico pointed to the other side of the stairs with the spoon in his hand, and said to Charles, "Did you see those well-dressed people at the entrance of the stairs?"

Charles looked over and found a few young girls dressed as if they were going to some formal event standing at the entrance of the stairs, stretching their necks to observe the students who entered the cafeteria door.

He asked, "What are those people doing?"

Enrico said solemnly: "They are waiting for Earl McGarden and are ready to recommend themselves."

After he finished speaking, he held back his laughter and held it back a bit hard.

Charles smiled. Those who were waiting for Earl McGarden to go upstairs to enjoy the luxurious breakfast did not know that the person they were waiting for was drinking the cheapest polenta on the first floor.

He has no ill feelings towards these students who try to hug his thighs. Not everyone has a good background like him.

Who doesn't want to live a happy life by collecting rent, but life is heavy enough to make many people bend over.

Just like his two apprentices, Ellie and Heili, who got into their tent that night just to make themselves a better life.

Charles wouldn't just accept his younger brother so easily. With his financial resources, it would be very easy to use his financial resources to gather around a dozen or so bastards, jesters, thugs, and all kinds of pornographic women to frame the facade. But after that, there is no telling that one day those people with uneven levels will bring him a "protagonist", and then he will become a stepping stone on the growth path of the "brave".

Someone is not a stepping stone.

At this time, Charles found that Alvin was not there, and he asked Enrico, "Where's Alvin, not with you?"

Enrico pouted a little dejectedly and said, "Someone brought him breakfast. I don't know where he is enjoying it."

"Oh?" Charles was slightly startled, "Your landlord's daughter brought him breakfast?"

Enrico nodded.

Charles smiled. After training a few days ago, he saw the girl. The girl looked beautiful and cooked well. It seemed to Alvin that she was a little interesting.

He estimated that the landlord supported, or even encouraged, his daughter and Alvin's affairs. After all, a young man who can be admitted to the Shield Bridge Academy can be said to have a bright future.

The two quickly finished their breakfast, put the bowls back in the tableware recycling area, and walked towards the teaching building with their schoolbags on their backs.

In the academy, class starts at eight in the morning and ends at twelve o'clock. Class at one o'clock in the afternoon and dismissal at five o'clock. The evening is free time. You can go back to the dormitory to do your homework, go to the library to read, or go outside to have a good time.

The class schedule was available when we reported yesterday, and Charles and Enrico came to the classroom for the first class this morning.

The students in the past year have all taken basic courses, so they are all in a large class model.

The classroom is not small, and the seats for the students are stepped. Not long after Charles and Enrico sat down in the first row, Alvin came to the classroom.

"The first class is math..." Enrico murmured in pain as he took out a brand new textbook.

Students' textbooks are bought from bookstores according to the book list, just like Hogwarts.

It's just that new books are not cheap, and many students who are financially shy can only go to second-hand bookstores to buy second-hand books~www.readwn.com~ Charles took the two brothers to the training camp to endure hardship, so he helped them buy new books, And say leave old books to others who need them more.

In addition to textbooks, Charles bought all kinds of stationery and notebooks for everyone.

Enrico and Alvin knew that this Charles was a local tyrant, so they slaughtered if they could.

After putting the math textbook on the table, Enrico said, "My math is the worst. If I can't keep up, it will be bad."

Charles and Alvin gave him a contemptuous look. When this guy was doing the exams before the exam, his 100-percent test score was never lower than 90.

Enrico said that he was poor in mathematics because he was a few points lower than Alvin every time.

Charles said, "You know, what I hate the most is the kind of person who says he's poor in studies while getting high marks in exams."

At this time, the students all came, and the bell rang.

At the moment when the bell ended, their math teacher walked into the classroom and stood on the podium.

The students in the classroom were stunned when they saw the teacher, and many people took a deep breath.

Just now, many students discussed what kind of person a math teacher is, and made various guesses ranging from old-fashioned pedantic to mature royal sister, but no one guessed correctly.

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