In the activity room of 'Black Water Lily'.

Roland, wearing glasses, stood in front of the stone slab, teaching the key points of learning. Below him was a group of students, about 40 people, filling the small space.

In the past, she would feel a little embarrassed when being stared at by so many people, but after changing her hair to black and wearing glasses, it was like putting on armor for herself and she was no longer afraid of those spears of gaze.

Another reason was that these students truly respected their teachers. Compared to the deteriorating and commercialized teacher-student relationships of the previous life, the teacher-student relationship in Ivar's world was relatively pure. After all, in this era, knowledge was a precious commodity that could be used personally and significantly improve one's situation.

Beyond the ivory tower of the academy lies not a peaceful and beautiful Garden of Eden, but a brutal arena of fighting. While the freshmen may not yet have felt it, Emenas's original and primary purpose, when it was founded, was to train outstanding warriors for this world.

Cultivate warriors capable of becoming heroes.

The target of the battle is not only the chaotic phantoms from another world, but also the darkness and corruption, backwardness and ignorance of this world. The means of battle are not only the sword and magic in hand, but also books and knowledge, beliefs and ideals.

What kind of person do you want to be? What do you want to bring to the world?

These are questions and doubts that almost run through a person's life.

The extraordinary sequence is not only a power that transcends the mundane, but also a life pursuit and philosophy that transcends the mundane.

The endless pursuit of knowledge and experience, based on which, calmly think and summarize, and explore the laws and mysteries of the world, this is the magic sequence.

Continuously strengthening oneself, with great strength coming from oneself without relying on external things, traveling between heaven and earth, indulging in one's own desires and instincts, and gaining supreme freedom, this is the order of the dragon.

In the midst of countless difficulties, without fear of injury, giving up everything, taking an unconventional approach, living towards death in madness and killing, this is the devil's sequence.

The law of nature is cyclical, and all things should follow the principles of balance and harmony. Excessive bias towards one end is wrong. We should understand and maintain this law in order to survive and develop for a long time. This is the natural sequence.

Using human bodies to fight against all kinds of adversity, disadvantages and misfortunes, the power of unity and discipline can change the world and rebuild the country. Man can conquer nature. This is the sequence of war.

Everything must be done in accordance with the situation and in line with the trend. This way, you can achieve twice the result with half the effort. Ride the trade winds, ride the ocean currents, and break the waves of the seven seas. This is the ocean sequence.

Life is a miracle in the world. Being alive means having infinite possibilities and hopes. We must preserve more fire for this world. This is the angel sequence.

Death is inevitable and it is the fairest thing in the world. Glory, hatred, unwillingness, country, fame and fortune, everything stops here and enters into rest and tranquility. Only by facing death calmly without escaping can you understand the meaning of everything. This is the sequence of death.

When helping others with their studies, Loran Hill would also talk about some life philosophies. This was not because she was deliberately showing off what she had learned in her previous life, but because if you don't think about some things, after the prosperity ends, there will only be emptiness left.

People live for their own desires, but they also need to understand why they desire them. Bread and flowers are indispensable, and sometimes, flowers are even more precious.

"Okay, that's all for today. Sometimes it's interesting to think about your own epitaph."

"Thank you, Big Sister Luo Lan~"

A group of people stood up at once, and since then, their shouting has become more and more natural.

"Yes, yes, forget it, I don't want to talk about it." Loran Hill shook his head, then walked aside and sat down, watching everyone in the activity room slowly leave.

The weather has been getting quite a bit hotter lately. Cicadas chirp relentlessly outside my window, and the white sunlight shines on the trees and grass outside, casting a brilliant green hue. The rain dust that has accumulated on the windowsill has dried up, forming tiny particles that are swept away by the gentle summer breeze, vanishing without a trace.

"Here, Loran." Bumansa came over and handed over a glass of light red drink. The ice cubes hit the glass lightly, making a crisp sound.

"Thanks."

"It's delicious~ It's watermelon juice." Loran Hill drank the juice in small sips, and his lips were the color of light red mountain cherries.

"Thank you for your hard work."

Bumansha also sat opposite her. The activity room became quiet at this time, with only the two of them left. The warm summer breeze blew up the curtains, and then slowly fell down. The light-colored curtains slid across her arms, like a gentle caress.

"How old is Luo Lan this year?" Bumansha asked with interest.

"Well...about 16 years old?" This is what he looks like, so Loran Hill himself doesn't know his exact age, but it's not easy to say that he doesn't know, so he can only answer like this.

"Hehe, you don't even know your own age? Then how many 16-year-olds have you lived to?" Bumansa said jokingly.

"I really don't know. I've forgotten a lot of things from my childhood, and I've never met my parents, so I'm not sure exactly how old I was."

Loran Hill said a little distressedly, "Why doesn't the system show age? It's really strange."

"I always feel that you are taking advantage of me." Bumansha tapped Roland's forehead.

"Because you are young, it's hard for others to say anything to you."

"No way, that's something only Ye Ling can do." Loran Hill shook his head, and the bangs on his forehead swayed slightly.

"Why do you always say some old-fashioned things when you are so young? It sounds strange sometimes. You are obviously one or two years younger than me, and you don't look like you have suffered a lot." Bumansha took a sip of juice and slowly expressed her opinion.

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