Unexpectedly, Xiao Tianming was not late for class today. He came to the classroom early and took a nap.
It is still the third seat from the left in the third row, and the fourth from the left is Xiao Dian’s special seat. Ever since Hu Shuo was taught a lesson by Xiao Tianming in the arena, subtle changes have taken place in the small class.
.At least, no one now dares to have any objections to Xiao Tianming sitting next to Xiao Dian.
The buzzing discussion in the classroom deliberately avoided Xiao Tianming's ears, and inadvertently mentioned the third-level waste magician and the perverted skeleton soldier. Xiao Tianming's name is still very intimidating in this small classroom.
Hu Shuo also seemed to have learned the lesson and no longer caused trouble for Xiao Tianming. Or maybe he was looking for helpers to seek revenge again. In any case, Xiao Tianming had a rare leisure time. The soldiers came to cover up the water and the earth, but Xiao Tianming
Ming doesn't care about the jealousy of a dandy.
Mrs. Curie, who has always been punctual, is rarely late today. It has been ten minutes since class started, and she has not arrived yet. It seems that she will not force us not to be late in the future. Xiao Tianming thought a little proudly in his heart
:Would you like to sleep in late on purpose tomorrow?
Half asleep and half awake, he seemed to see his favorite cotton vanilla pillow. If you ask him what is the biggest gain after his resurrection, it is definitely the rare opportunity to sleep. You know, the undead do not need and will never sleep, the door is covered
After opening the door, the hustle and bustle in the classroom stopped suddenly like a duck being strangled. A group of boys and girls stared at the door, wondering who was so ignorant.
He is tall, thin and tall, with a slightly stooped figure. He is meticulously dressed in a black dress. His hair is neatly combed and resting properly on his head. He wears a precious single-sided gold-rimmed glasses and has a resolute scholarly look. His movements exude an aristocratic atmosphere.
A middle-aged gentleman stood quietly at the door, carefully looking at everything in the classroom.
The atmosphere was a little solemn for a moment. The middle-aged gentleman did not speak, and the students did not dare to say anything. After all, in Xianqin College, there are countless things about hidden dragons and tigers, and hidden dragons ascending to heaven. Who knows what the background of this old guy who looks like an aristocrat is, if he is provoked
If he is punished in a hurry, it won't be worthwhile.
Seeing that the classroom was quiet, the middle-aged gentleman nodded slightly with satisfaction. He closed the door and walked slowly to the podium to stand. He turned around and picked up the magic wand. As his sleeves danced lightly, a row of magic marks appeared on the blackboard.
The middle-aged gentleman took out a white handkerchief and wiped his hands, pointed at the magic mark and said: "Eisenberg, this is my name. It is also the name you must face in the next few years."
After looking around at the classmates who were issuing certificates, the new instructor cleared his throat and continued: "Madame Curie has other work to do recently, so I will second her to give you practical magic lessons. You will definitely have a good time in the days to come.
It won’t be comfortable, and may even be painful. However, what I teach you are survival techniques, not academic play-acting. I hope you are prepared.”
The students below immediately started talking. It seemed that this new tutor was not easy to talk to and would suffer in the future! The little girls were all whispering, talking about everything from tutor Eisenberg's serious face to his serious clothes.
The final conclusion is also very pertinent: a mean old guy.
Looking at the buzzing whispers below, Instructor Eisenberg frowned impatiently. He knocked on the table and said, "Is there any problem?" His voice was gentle and steady, like a gentle elder. It's a pity.
It makes people look like they are smiling but hiding a knife.
It became quiet all of a sudden. After a while of silence, a guy who was usually the most irritated was encouraged to stand up. "Mentor, Sir Mentor." He seemed a little nervous and unsteady, "When will Madame Curie come back?"
Teaching?”
Eisenberg frowned and stared at the prickly head without speaking.
As if he was afraid of being punished by his tutor, Pitou added: "We all love Madame Curie very much, and we don't know when she will rest."
Eisenberg's brows relaxed: This little guy's lies were well made up and he was quite quick-witted, so he no longer punished him.
The middle-aged gentleman raised his head and continued: "For the sake of continuity of teaching for students, Madame Curie will no longer teach you after completing her task. The remaining courses will be left to me."
Ignoring the frustrated roar below, Eisenberg took out a textbook, opened a page and said: "Let's start class. Today we will study Chapter 3, Section 2. The elements of magic combat are
…”
The students had to suppress their inner uneasiness and panic, and had no choice but to take out their books and study obediently. It must be said that this rigid gentleman tutor, with a slight fluctuation of dark magic power in his body, turned all interference into invisible, and took it seriously.
Class will start.
The new tutor is quite capable. He doesn't refer to the books at all. He just talks casually and follows the same laws as stated in the books. As soon as he changes his mind, he raises several very speculative questions. He explains the theory in a simple and easy-to-understand way, and the language is vivid and vivid. A few sentences
By saying this, he deceived a group of young boys and girls who were eager to learn. They were immersed in it and couldn't extricate themselves.
From the moment Xiao Tianming saw the new instructor come in, he stared at the new instructor in stunned silence, making a strange "click" sound in his throat, and was speechless. Xiao Dian next to him was not much better than him, with almond-shaped eyes.
Staring wide open, Sakura's mouth opened slightly, and her white hands covered her mouth, trying hard not to scream out.
The new mentor is actually Eisenberg? The old lich who pretends to be a scholar while holding a copy of "Modern History of the Continent" all day long? Now he has transformed into their mentor. This is so dramatic!
No wonder, during the test period at the beginning of school, he went out early and came back late every day, mysteriously. After school started, he couldn't even see anyone. Instead, he went to participate in the Xianqin College tutor recruitment fair held at the same time. With his old age and immortality
With monster-level abilities, he is definitely more than enough to be a mentor, and he doesn't have to worry about it at all.
Only Xiao Tianming, a guy who overused the disguise technique, was so miserable that he ran around begging his grandparents to sue his grandma with his third level strength. Comparing people to others will lead to death, and comparing goods to goods will have to be thrown away! According to the feedback of Soul Fire
, his salary is actually several times that of Xiao Tianming, and he also has an exclusive alchemy laboratory and residence. The treatment is extremely generous. It can't help but make people jealous.
While thinking, the three-hour class ended quickly. Eisenberg stood on the stage and said: "Dear students, it is almost one month since the enrollment. According to the rules, one month after the freshman year, they will
There will be a practice test and I hope everyone is ready."
Now, no matter how tough Eisenberg's aura is, he can't stop the students from discussing. The practical test, just like an exam, determines the ranking within the class. This is the beginning of their competition. For a time, in the classroom,
There was a smell of gunpowder in the air. Seeing the smell of gunpowder getting stronger, no one was convinced and laughed secretly in their hearts. He added a strong dose of medicine to everyone: "This practical test will determine your seats next month. For the first time, chief executive
Students will be born. I will not go into details about the benefits of chief students. I hope everyone will work hard."
All the monks cursed in their hearts: "You old boy, you actually use both soft and hard tactics. It's too late if you don't fight hard this time!" As they spoke, they glanced around with unfriendly eyes, as if looking for potential opponents.