Chapter 279: Lanqi is favored, there is nothing we can do about it
The rising sun dyed the stone brick houses on both sides of the street into a soft amber color.
The aroma of food wafted from the mansion on the side of the street, blending with the chill in the air.
This is the Protoss Royal School of Magic.
Lanqi sat on the swing in the garden, his eyes drooping with a hint of sleepiness, holding some unprocessed grain in his hand and feeding the birds that gathered around him.
After coming here, many small animals on campus began to find him.
In the mansion far away, Zestira stood quietly at the window sill, looking at the little animals gathered in the courtyard. It seemed as if they were always looking forward to being able to stay close to him.
"Is the teacher really human?"
Zestira muttered to herself in confusion.
Not only her, but even the animals could feel his pure kindness.
Since yesterday Sunday evening, her teacher Rocky McCarthy has temporarily moved from the hotel to the college.
Accommodation is divided into dormitory and private dormitory, which is the difference between apartment and small villa.
Most students live in apartment dormitories.
Most of the noble students have their own small houses with their own entrances and exits, and their status can basically be seen from the type of dormitory they live in.
In addition, the small mansions of the nobles have their own courtyards, in which there are also supporting units, that is, additional, fully functional single-story apartments for the servants to live in.
Viscount Francis had registered Zestila for a private dormitory in advance, and the fees had already been paid in advance along with the tuition.
that's all.
It was not until Zestira saw that Lanqi had almost finished feeding all the grain in his hand that she finally opened the door and walked up to him in the garden.
As she approached, the birds all flew away in panic.
It seemed that he was afraid of her threat as a dragon.
"Sorry, I'll scare them away."
Zestila's voice was still emotionless as usual.
"But you have no ill will towards them. It's just that they don't understand you yet, right?"
Lanqi raised his head and smiled.
“…”
Zestilar hesitated for a moment.
"Perhaps."
Teachers always look at problems from a different perspective.
Although nothing will change and everything will remain the same, and she will still be surrounded by clear malice every day, but after communicating with her teacher, she always feels that the burden on her shoulders will become much lighter.
Zestila originally wanted to remind Lanci to stay within the safe area of the school and to be careful of some senior aristocratic students.
After thinking about it, I decided to give up. Lanqi has always been steady and doesn't need me to remind him.
It is compulsory for foundation students and first-year students to attend monthly assessment days.
Second and third graders are optional and are limited to classrooms of difficulty two or above.
But on every monthly assessment day, there will be top students from the second and third years who occupy the highest positions and who, like the professors, can watch the competition from the backstage.
They have many powers to influence and interfere with the ongoing assessments from the sidelines, or use their own points to sponsor promising underclassmen.
These authorized persons are equivalent to judges, and accordingly, if they guess the winner, they will receive high dividend returns.
So it is also a game behind the scenes.
In other words, that game and manipulation is the high-end game of the monthly assessment day.
The monthly assessment day is on Wednesday.
Today is Monday, so I have some free time.
"Then teacher, see you in the afternoon."
Zestila said while looking at Lanqi.
She saw Lanqi had stood up in the garden and clapped his hands, as if he was preparing to go to the school building area.
If Lanqi wants to kill time, he will also audit some senior courses that interest him.
"Okay, there's Associate Professor Xiduo's history class this morning, and I just happened to go and listen."
Lanqi smiled sideways, dispelling the morning fatigue.
…
Half an hour later.
The history teaching building of the Protoss Royal School of Magic is located in a wide green space, like an ancient castle in the woods, surrounded by layers of stone walls, entwined with vines and flowers, and the spire on the top of the building soars into the sky, engraved with the imperial emblem.
A young man with brown hair tips dancing slightly in the breeze, wearing a white shirt, dark brown vest and black suit trousers, walked into the teaching building.
Passing through the huge door, the interior of the teaching building exudes a solemn and ancient charm. The marble floor reflects the light from the several-meter-high glass windows, and the walls of the corridors on both sides are hung with ancient portraits and history books.
There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!
Lanqi walked along the corridor, passed several closed classroom doors, and found the classroom where he was going to take his history class.
He scanned the space and found a seat in the back row with good lighting. Lanqi walked over, put down the ancient book he had borrowed from the library, and sat down at the table.
The history class that Zestila chose was a simple course in the preparatory course, the type that was only used to get credits by cheating.
The class that Lanqi attended was a history class chosen by the second and third grade students.
However, he hadn't seen Sid since coming to school, and he didn't know what grade she was in or where she was.
While he was thinking, the imperial students in the classroom came into the classroom one after another. They were all unfamiliar faces to Lanqi. He just leaned back in his chair and read quietly, waiting for the class to begin.
Even as someone sat down in the chair not far from him, Lanqi remained unmoved.
He knew without even looking that it wasn't West Germany.
Because Sid would have a light scent of rum on him, and he could sense it as long as he was protected by her scent.
However.
The figure sitting not far from Lanqi seemed to be observing Lanqi intentionally or unintentionally.
Ling Lanqi finally felt a little uncomfortable and put down the book.
The color of the opponent's clothes seemed to be that of a third-year student, and he had a strong physical combat professional oppression that was no less than that of Frey.
He should be a top student in this school.
After all, among students, level six is the highest.
"Do we know each other?"
Lanci asked, confused.
He was very sure that he had never seen such a strong, dignified and proud senior student, and he had never heard of the name "Gloria" written on the nameplate on her chest.
"Why did Lord Cid choose you..."
Gloria frowned and observed Lanqi, whispering to herself.
Full of resentment and confusion.
She admitted that she was not as good as the former Tyrant Saint, and she never expected that Lord Sigrid would choose her as the new Tyrant Saint one day.
But she never thought that one day, when the Tyrant Catholic Master was selecting a disciple again, it would be the Holy Son who had clearly said that he would not consider! Originally, she thought that the Tyrant Holy Son who was chosen as an exception would be a man who was extremely powerful, with a slightly cold and deep aggressive look, and exuded an arrogant and arrogant attitude from head to toe, and only then would he be qualified to be the successor of the Tyrant Catholic Master.
Unexpectedly——
How could Lady Sigrid be so blind as to fall for such a weak Holy Son who has nothing to do with their Tyrant branch!
(End of this chapter)