It was early in the morning, and the language department classroom was already full of students. They were wearing the same light blue textured college uniforms, lying lazily on their desks, or chatting with classmates and friends about interesting things that had happened recently.
Of course, this is indispensable for students who are still studying hard during breaks.
Brian Morris is one of them.
He has regular features and clear outlines, with black eyebrow-length bangs. His bright brown eyes focus on the ancient Vic language, which was the first language to appear in the world and is also the source of all writing.
The Old Vic language, as its name suggests, is very ancient and was invented by a scholar named Vic Colclough in the Second Age.
He is said to be a scholar, but more people are willing to believe in a legend. According to the legend, Vic Colclough was an angel who couldn't bear to see humans roaring and communicating like animals, so he created language.
Raising his head slightly, Brian looked sad and looked at the empty desks with complicated eyes.
This position belongs to his friend Borg Wallis, but for some reason, this friend has not come to school for two days.
At first, Brian thought that Berg had something urgent to deal with, so he didn't come to school. But after two days, there was no news from Berg, which made Brian worried.
"Did something important happen? Well... I'm on holiday after this class. Let's go take a look."
Suddenly, a student near the door seemed to feel something. His face changed slightly, and then he shouted to his classmates without hesitation: "Professor Tai Lun is here!"
After hearing the reminder, the noise in the classroom disappeared instantly. Brian also withdrew his gaze at this time and looked in the direction of the main entrance of the classroom.
At this time, outside the classroom, there was a crisp sound of leather shoes stepping on the floor. Soon, a middle-aged man wearing formal clothes, holding a book in one hand, his hair meticulously combed, and his face was straight and slightly serious stepped forward.
Entered the classroom.
The middle-aged man's name is Tyron Raymond, and he is a very strict professor of the language department at Zerol College who also has extremely high teaching standards.
This kind of personality makes the students who take his language class have a strange feeling that they can quickly gain knowledge by being beaten.
"Ahem..." Professor Tai Lun walked into the lecture hall, cleared his throat gently, and then took out a list of all the students from the middle of the book.
"Now for the roll call. Buck Lamb!"
"arrive!"
"Hamilton Cotton!"
"arrive!"
"..."
Professor Tai Lun's voice is so resonant that students in the language department can clearly hear his voice no matter where they sit in class.
Time passed little by little. Many students had reported and were recorded by Professor Tai Lun. The roll call also began to come to an end.
"Brian Morris!" Professor Tyron read the student roster loudly while looking at the location of the corresponding student in his memory.
"Here we come!" Brian stood up and responded, trying his best to look energetic.
Professor Tyron nodded slowly and showed a stiff smile to the student he valued very much. After Brian sat down safely, Professor Tyron looked around and continued to read: "Borg Wallis!"
After waiting for a few seconds and seeing no one respond, Professor Tyron put a cross behind Borg Wallis's name on the list...
After some analysis and explanation of the language, Professor Tai Lun stretched out his left wrist and glanced at the mechanical watch he wore. He felt that it was almost time. He cleared the podium and looked at the students and said: "Students get out of class is over, I wish you all a happy holiday!"
"Oh!" In an instant, a burst of cheers erupted in the classroom. The students quickly packed up their books and items, making sporadic collisions intentionally or unintentionally.
Brian put away all his belongings, put one hand on his waist, stood up and walked towards the classroom door. When passing by the lecture hall, Tyron Raymond had not left yet. He waved to Brian and said: "Brian, I
I often see you and Borg together, do you know why he hasn’t come to class in the past few days?”
Brian was stunned in his steps. He had no idea that Professor Tyron would ask him about Borg.
After a few seconds of silence, Brian came to his senses, shook his head with a depressed expression and responded: "Sorry, Professor, I haven't seen Berg for two days. I'm going to use this vacation to visit his home."
Tai Lun nodded, and then shook his head helplessly: "There is nothing to be sorry for. If Borg still doesn't come to school next week, remember to tell me if you have anything, and I can help."
Brian hid his worries and raised his head with a smile: "Professor Tyron, on behalf of Berg, I would like to thank you for your care and help. You are not only a knowledgeable scholar, but also a caring elder."
At the end, he paused, thought for a moment and added: "If you could smile more instead of keeping a straight face, I believe you would be very popular with your classmates!"
"I know, let's go back quickly, it's getting dark soon!" Tai Lun waved his hands without changing his expression, like an impatient host driving away guests, but he didn't make anyone feel any discomfort.
It turns out that Professor Tai Lun is still a gentle person at heart.
"Okay." Brian sighed in his heart, nodded with a smile, turned around and walked out of the lecture hall.
At this time, the sky gradually darkened, and the crimson moon slowly rose, emitting a strange red light, as if it wanted to swallow up all the remaining thin sunlight.
Holding the books in his arms, Brian came to the parking area of Zeror College and took out his own bicycle. Then he put a few books into the basket in front of the bicycle, sat on the bicycle stool, and stepped on it with both feet.
He rode his bicycle out of the college gate.
Ten minutes later, Brian walked through the streets and alleys and arrived at No. 55 Rose Street, Puze City. In front of him was a slightly old two-story building.
This is the home Brian shares with his brother Noel.
Parking his bicycle by the door wall, Brian used the key to open the door, and the layout of the living room came into view.
On the left side of the living room is a wooden square dining table, four wooden chairs of the same style carved with simple patterns, and two brown double sofas placed next to the wall. The two sofas are placed at right angles, surrounded by a
Glass coffee table with tea cups and fresh fruits.
On the right side of the living room is a kitchen that is small but has everything you need. The kitchen is clean and tidy, and you can't see any stains at a glance. It is not difficult to see that the owner has put a lot of effort into this aspect.
In addition, in the left corner, there is a staircase that winds upwards to the second floor.
Seeing that his brother had not come back yet, Brian put a few books on the coffee table, took out a piece of paper and a pen, and wrote on the paper: "Dear brother, something suddenly happened today and I needed to go out temporarily.
, I don’t know how long it will take to come back, you need to cook dinner yourself - your dear brother, Brian Morris."
After writing the message, Brian put a book on the corner of the note and put it facing the door. Finally, he ran up to the second floor, entered his room, changed into a white shirt, and wore a brown loose jacket.
and loose trousers of the same color. Finally, when going out, Brian picked up the brown soft hat on the wooden hanger.
Returning to the first floor, Brian took a look through the window at the scene that had long since ceased to be bright. Without hesitation, Brian took out the lantern from the locker and put a box of matches in his bag. Then he locked the door and rode his bicycle, heading to the blog.