Chapter 18 First Day of College

The morning sun gently sprinkled on everything on the earth through the faint mist. The morning light slowly opened the curtain, and it was another gorgeous and colorful morning, coming to the world with freshness. At this time, Lance had finished breakfast, and he strolled out of the garden in the inner courtyard, in high spirits.

He didn't change into the college uniform, but he usually folded it and grabbed it in his hand when he returned home yesterday. After walking out of Rosier's mansion, Lance suddenly took a deep breath and saw a slight flash of cyan flame on his legs, and then his whole body rushed out, which can be said to be a fast-step meteor. At the same time, the light of fighting spirit has completely converned into the trousers, but it is attached to the skin surface of the legs and is no longer seen.

45 minutes later, Lance finally arrived at the door of the college. Compared with yesterday, today's college is another scene. Without the bustling crowd during the hospital examination, it was more elegant and clean. Many of the students who come and go from time to the courtyard walk with books, and some even read while walking without noise, adding a sense of book to the college.

Lance collected his fighting spirit, wiped his sweat, rubbed his slightly sore muscles and frowned. He was not satisfied with today's speed, because yesterday's rapid walking caused his leg muscles to be a little overloaded. This morning, he began to sore, resulting in a five minutes slower than yesterday. He secretly decided that he would carry out more rigorous training for himself next. In his last life, he was promoted to a great swordsman at the age of 24 and reached the peak of a great swordsman at 26 years old. This time, God gave me a chance to do it again. I must do better.

There is a huge notice on the propaganda board in front of the gate of the courtyard. At the top of the notice, there are several big words 'new student class information' written on the top of the notice. At this time, many people are already looking carefully in front of the notice. Lance also walked over and looked at it carefully.

Although the audition of tens of thousands of people yesterday wiped out most of the applicants, Lance was still a little numb when he saw the dense names on the list. He searched carefully for a while and finally saw his name in Class 2 of the Samurai Department. Then he walked to the courtyard.

"Today is not the hospital test, and idle people are not allowed to enter." With a low shout, one arm stopped in front of Lance.

Lance looked at the person in front of him in surprise. This was a warrior guard of the college, responsible for maintaining the safety of the campus. Lance looked at him curiously and wondered why this college guarded others but stopped him. Then he noticed the warrior's eyes and looked down at his clothes that had been soaked with sweat all over his body, and suddenly became clear.

Because he was too focused on how to strengthen his practice next, and just now he carefully searched for his name with thousands of people in front of the propaganda board at the gate of the college. At this time, his hands were still behind him.

Lance naturally put his hands on both sides of his body, and the warrior who saw the white and black striped clothes held in Lance's hand smiled unnaturally and get out of the way. He was not the tutor of the college. He was just a warrior who guarded the gate of the courtyard, and naturally did not dare to offend the students of the college.

After changing into his almost soaked clothes, Lance came out of the dressing room in college student clothes. At this time, the number of people in the college had increased. Whether the freshmen or the nobles or civilians, they wore white and black patterns as they wished, with a cheerful smile. Lance came to Class 2 of the Samurai Department in an atmosphere full of joy and entered the door and found a seat at will.

At this time, there are already many people in the class, sitting in twos and threes. Although they are all wearing the same clothes, you can see the difference at a glance. Several oily noodles sat together and chatted loudly. At first glance, there was no doubt that they were noble children. Others sitting silently alone are basically civilians. After sitting down, Lance began to look at his classmates around him quietly. He had a professional illness again and couldn't help infering their origins.

"The teenager in the front left has dark skin and feels the beast-like atmosphere on his body when he enters the door. You don't need to look at it, you know that it is the person who grew up dealing with warcraft from childhood; while the black-haired one in front of him has strong muscles and strong, and his breath is stable and not fierce. He should have been difficult since childhood. The bitter strength training should come from the southern part of the empire from the perspective of hair color and face shape; 'Huh? This girl...' Lance saw a girl on the right and glanced at her with her spare light. Her face was beautiful, her wheat-colored skin and slightly sword-cocoon palms marked that she was not aristocratic. Unlike boys, most of the girls admitted to the college are actually aristocrats, because most civilian families are unwilling to let their daughters practice martial arts, and they hope to find a good family to marry. Of course, some girls from civilian families have practiced martial arts since childhood. Of course, this is not the case. In order to spread more perfect culture and martial arts skills, as long as the college can pass the examination, the requirements for female students in martial arts are much lower.

After Lance entered the door, he also saw some fair-skinned aristocratic girls, but it was the first time he saw the girl on the right with wheat-colored skin and a toned feeling. Unlike those civilians, without advanced fighting skills, they can only rely on the harsh training of the body. Lance can feel that this girl is not very powerful and contains a strong fighting spirit. Is it some declining martial arts families from the middle? Lance thought silently.

When Lance fell ill, the number of people in the class gradually increased, and the seats in the classroom were quickly filled.

At this time, the noisy classroom suddenly became quiet. Because a tutor in white and blue clothes walked into the classroom, he was well-proportioned, his extremely clean cheeks with bright eyes, and he was heroic.

Looking at him, Lance's eyebrows couldn't help moving, because this tutor was none other than him. It was the Yarus tutor who took the martial arts of Lance's group at the school when he was admitted to the hospital.

While Lance sighed that it was a coincidence, Yarus also found Lance at the first time. He was very impressed by this excellent student. At that time, he couldn't help saying what he wanted to teach the other party on the assessment field. Unexpectedly, Lance really appeared in his class. He nodded slightly to Lance, and then looked around the whole class. When he entered the door, there were several bold noble children whispering. At this time, he was swept by his eyes and suddenly became a wither cucumber. He lowered his head and dared not say anything more.

Seeing everyone's reaction, Arrus nodded with satisfaction and said, "Welcome to the college. I am your main mentor, Arrus. In the next time, you will be responsible for your martial arts training and some cultural knowledge learning. The book will be sent to each of you in the afternoon.

Then he paused and continued: "Everyone came to the college from different regions of the empire. Since then, whether you are nobles or civilians in the college, you are students of the same identity. I don't want the so-called noble status in the college. Is it white!" Arrus said majestically.

"I understand." The classmates answered in unison that no one dared to touch the majesty of the tutor at this moment.

"Well, that's good. In addition to the usual study and practice, there will be a martial arts examination every month, and the winner can enter the college's library. In the library, there are fighting skills and skills that the college has inherited for thousands of years. If you are lucky enough to enter it, you can choose a skill to practice each time. The specific matters will be explained by the special tutor of the college to the winner before entering the library. I won't say more here.

"Oh, my God, my father solemnly told me about this place before the college's library." A student said to the people around him after hearing it.

"Bookstore! I must enter it and learn advanced fighting qi skills to rejuvenate the family again!" Some students said secretly after listening to it...

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