It is also an extremely hot summer. On such a hot day, the cold drink shop is naturally full of customers. The cafeteria in Haizhou University also has a cool air conditioner. The students are sitting in the cafeteria, eating.
Cool popsicles, chatting and joking with each other, having fun.
Since today was the day to report to Haizhou University, Xing Luo, Zhang Xiyu, and Gong Jiaojiao got up early and drove to Haizhou University.
With a sophomore 'senior sister' here to lead the way, Xing Luo and Zhang Xiyu didn't take many detours like freshly enrolled students. Finally, they realized that the freshman registration office was far away and right in front of them.
After registering, Xing Luo followed the route given by Gong Jiaojiao and walked towards the Department of History, while Gong Jiaojiao took Zhang Xiyu to the Department of Foreign Languages.
The history department in the university is also a relatively unpopular department. After all, there are not many people who study archeology or ancient studies. The history department of Haizhou University is even more strange. The professors in the department are very researched in archeology and often teach students.
Take students to study at archaeological sites.
Therefore, college students who choose the history department should only choose it unless they really like this department and plan to do archeology and research in their future work.
But the strangest thing is that Haiju University does not only have one history department.
There is also a history department.
This is what surprised Xing Luo the most. He heard from Gong Jiaojiao that one history department was created for ordinary people to study, while the other history department was created for martial arts experts.
What kind of rhythm is this for a strong martial artist to create?
According to what Xing Luo heard from Gong Jiaojiao, this other history department has an old man as a professor, and the students in it are all martial arts masters at the ancient martial arts level. The so-called martial arts masters are at least practical.
It’s a series for those who are above the realm.
The ancient martial arts level, which also includes modern times, ancient times, it is hard to say whether there are ancient times, but Gong Jiaojiao heard that this old man is a professor, and one or two young strong men from the ancient level have already shown their faces.
It can make young and powerful people from the ancient level rush to class. What is the origin of this old professor?
Thinking of this, Xing Luo also asked Gong Jiaojiao at that time, and the answer Gong Jiaojiao gave also showed that she herself did not know. She only knew that another old professor from the history department could make the forces at the ancient level try their best to win over her.
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Regarding this, Xing Luo also slightly spread his hands. Since there is such a 'similar' academic department, Xing Luo naturally wants to go there and have a look.
I came to a college in a relatively remote corner of Haizhou University. Today is the enrollment period, and this alternative history department also follows the school's rules. Freshmen take the classes that freshman should take, and sophomores take sophomore classes.
, and so on.
At the entrance of this college, there are two old people sitting there at the moment. This area seems to be a wasteland. Not many people pass by here. If Gong Jiaojiao hadn't pointed the way to him just now, he might still be looking for it.
Not to this place.
It's too remote.
Although he was complaining in his heart, Xing Luo still walked on the road and said politely: "I am here to report, and this is my admission notice,"
With that said, Xingluo took out the notice of admission to Haizhou University and handed it to the two old men.
However, the two old men did not take it. Instead, they looked at Xing Luo and said bluntly: "For those who are strong in the late stage of reality and have just met the requirements, go in."
Hearing this, Xing Luo was slightly surprised. He didn't expect that this entry-level candidate would test his own strength and fail.
When he thought of this, Xing Luo didn't ask any questions. He was a little curious about this alternative history department. After nodding, he walked inside.
Walking into this college, there is only one classroom of more than 300 square meters, and there are four groups in it, which means that these four groups are the so-called first, second, third, and fourth academic divisions.
It's really special.
Thinking about it, Xing Luo couldn't help but shook his head slightly. Since this alternative history department only recruits young people who are martial arts experts and above, and they are of a certain age group, it's like you can only sign up as a freshman in your freshman year. During your sophomore year, no one will treat you badly. The rules are the same as those outside.
So those who can sit in this classroom have survived their freshman year.
What makes Xing Luo slightly surprised is that there are only more than a hundred seats in this alternative history department. There are only a dozen people inside, some sitting in the first group, that is, freshmen, and others I was sitting in the second and third groups, and there was no one in the fourth group at all.
After thinking about it, Xing Luo found it not surprising. The alternative history department of Haizhou University could not only recruit young martial arts masters from Haizhou City, but also young martial arts masters from other cities.
However, these young martial arts masters must at least reach the level of real-world masters during their freshman year.
After taking a look at these young people who were meditating with their eyes closed, Xing Luo raised his eyebrows slightly, walked to the first group, and found an empty seat.
When a new student walked in, the people in the second group and the third group only used a faint sense of perception. They felt that Xing Luo's strength was only the strongest in the late stage of reality, and then they disappeared.
Feeling that a lot of sentience had stayed on his body, Xing Luo just smiled softly and did not use any means. He was actually very curious about how a strong person in this age group could pursue the pursuit. What kind of mystery does the old professor have?
The classroom was quiet, but there were fluctuations of internal energy circulating. Some were strong in the early stages of the Real Realm, and some were extremely strong in the Transformation Realm. However, Xing Luo had not seen any of the Dan Realm demigods until now.
"It is estimated that only those in the fourth group will have Dan realm demigods," Xing Luo glanced at the empty fourth group and couldn't help but secretly thought.
After thinking about it, Xing Luo also felt a little bored, but compared to his eyes, his soul thoughts jumped into the space of the ancient ring to practice.
Not long after, an old man with white temples and casual clothes walked in slowly. This old man was not the two old men who were at the door just now.
The old man has a warm smile on his face and his old eyes are slightly squinted, giving people a feeling of spring breeze and a chilly feeling.
But when the old man walked in slowly, all the young martial arts masters present opened their eyes and looked at the old man with respect. His back was straight, and he looked like a good student.
Seeing this, Xing Luo also opened his eyes and looked at the old man on the podium.
(There are still two updates today. Updates will resume tomorrow. I will make up for all the three chapters I owe over the weekend.)