The Troubles of the Young Wizard

The three-day "vacation" is very short for the students of Mildis Intermediate College. After all, they usually have one day off each week. There are two long vacations each year, each of which lasts for a month, which is not counted. Weekly holidays like National Victory Day. Three days is really nothing to teenagers. Everyone is still very proficient in returning to their seats, looking for friends around them to have a hearty conversation.

The class bell rang, and heavy footsteps came from outside the door. Everyone gradually reduced their voices. The little fat Feterman quietly covered his mouth and said softly to Will: "I'm sure, the first one to come in must be to teach. The director, fat and greasy male Gleason, his footsteps are the loudest in the school."

Weir nodded, but reacted immediately, and whispered to correct Feitman's words: "Shut up, do you want to read the review book in front of the whole school? His ears are as unbelievable as the sound of footsteps." After that, I immediately shut up and prohibits discussing the shortcomings of the teachers. This is impolite and you will be punished to write a review if you find it. If the circumstances are serious, parents will even be asked to read their review book aloud in front of the whole school.

　　 For a face-saving teenager, there is nothing worse than this. As one of the few good students at Mildis Intermediate College, Wil, this is definitely an indelible stain in life. Dean Greenson was originally an official of the city hall. He was sent to Mildis Intermediate College as the dean of education more than ten years ago. There is no trend of being transferred. He has changed from a shrewd and capable young talent. Today's middle-aged greasy man. From the instructor who was afraid of everyone, to the "pig man" in teaching that everyone hates now.

　　The first person to come in was indeed Greenson, and the two people behind him were acquaintances of Vail, the gray-haired priest and the young and lively temple knight Wall. There was silence in the class. Greenson liked the atmosphere. He liked to be in awe. Although he knew that the atmosphere was somewhat fake, he couldn't avoid the feeling. Perhaps it was to make up for his inability to return to the city hall. Sorry.

"Quiet, children, our respected Professor Witzel has left the Mildis Intermediate College where he has been fighting for three years for personal reasons. I am very sorry about this. Riyue will not be alone because of one person. If it stops working, the sun will continue to rise tomorrow. The students in our school still need to continue their own learning, and the bright future cannot be interrupted by the departure of a respected professor. Therefore, we ushered in a new one. Teachers, Pastor Pastor who temporarily teaches history and geography lessons, and the Knights of the Temple of Wall who teaches you swordsmanship. I am very sorry to tell you that the advanced course of ancient Chinese is not necessary for the entrance of higher education institutions. I have not found any scholars and professors who can teach this course. This semester will not continue this course and will be changed to a swordsmanship class. The swordsmanship class is not mandatory, ladies are free, men, I have made a decision for you, I I think no one wants to learn flower arrangement with the ladies? Of course, if someone is willing to learn flower arrangement and give up the swordsmanship class, they can raise their hands."

　　 The boys were in an uproar. This Greenson is really disgusting. Choose between swordsmanship and flower arrangement. Which one do they choose? In full view, how could someone stand up and ask to learn flower arrangement with the girls.

Greenson smiled triumphantly, "Since everyone has no opinion, so be it. Here is the knowledgeable Pastor Pastor, who will bring you a wonderful history lesson and lead you back to the era of war proved by the drums of war. , Experiencing the magnificent race for hegemony among hundreds of races. Welcome Pastor Pastor!"

The gray-haired Pastor walked slowly to the podium, but he carried a thick book in his hand, "The Goddess Glory", and he drew a circle on his chest, and began his first lesson very piously. "Praise the beauty of God, you are the incarnation of light, you are the length of all things, the ruler of the world, you expelled darkness and brought light to the world, you drove away diseases and left health to believers. You are the first ray of light in the world. The light is the long sword that cuts through the darkness." A long eulogy sounded from Pastor Pastor's mouth. The pious attitude is indeed moving, but it seems to have nothing to do with history.

　　 The teacher Greenson seemed to be very satisfied with the weird expressions of the students in class, that's it! Children, in the face of advanced learning, please remain in awe.

Weir has opened the textbook and started self-study in history class. As one of the few talented students of Mildis Intermediate College, he can handle the courses of history and geography without the teacher teaching him. What is wrong? Just go to the bookstore to check the information. Only the knowledgeable Professor Witzel can bring himself a different feeling and bring knowledge that is not available in the books. Even bookstores cannot find part of the content he explained, but contacting many books can confirm Witzel. What the professor said seems to be correct.

　　 A history class was spent in Pastor’s praise and recitation of "Goddess Glory". Weir could already imagine that countless parents would come to complain and complain tomorrow. His father shouldn't be one of them. He trusts himself very much and agrees that he has inherited his wisdom and wisdom, and he can learn it without a teacher without a teacher, but Will prefers to believe that his wisdom comes from his mother.

"Okay, kids, this is the end of the boring recitation class. Below is the long-awaited swordsmanship lesson. Please come with me, children who like swordsmanship and dream of becoming heroes." Wall did not wait for Pastor Pastor to leave. After stepping down, he hurried to the stage.

"Well, Knight Wall, maybe you have been away from the academy for a long time. I have to remind you that now is the break time, we have a quarter of an hour break, and a quarter of an hour later will be your swordsmanship class." The students who were looking at each other at the school could only take the initiative to stand up and help Wall.

"No, no, UU reading www.uukanshu.com, my best friend Little Will, for swordsmanship we must always maintain a passion for something to gain something, just as our love for Playboy magazine can never be forgotten." Wall gave Vale a big smile, and the latter covered his face, feeling that it was the biggest mistake to stand up for him and everyone in the class cast strange glances at him.

　　 "What is a playboy?" This is a girl's whisper.

"It's a magazine, the best-selling adult magazine in the whole continent. Only adults can buy adult books for reading. This is what my father told me. I didn't expect Vail to be able to read this kind of adult books. It deserves to be an intermediate level of Mildis. Winners in the college, etc." Children who say this, do you confirm that your IQ is online? Believe whatever your father says.

"It turns out that Ville likes that kind of magazine, hey, tell you guys, I have been reading Playboy magazine since I was ten, and I haven't missed almost every issue." This is a show-off, but you are born in music. Family, do you confirm that your violinist father will let you read that kind of magazine?

"Playboy you don’t know, it’s too outdated. Tell you, it’s a magazine about flower arranging. Girls only come into contact with the knowledge to please the noble boy." Miss, you confirm that you are talking about "Playboy." Not "Flower Arrangement"?

Feitman looked at Weir in amazement, and tremblingly pointed to the half of the colored page exposed in his schoolbag: ""Playboy 50th Anniversary Collector's Edition"?! How could you have this kind of sacred book?! Weir, we Is it your best friend? You don’t tell me if you have this kind of sacred book, break up!"

　　 Are you sure you want to break my relationship now? After knowing that I own the "Playboy 50th Anniversary Collector's Edition"?