Chapter 012 B-level mission
After a short carnival, the new semester officially began.
"thump."
"thump!"
As soon as the dormitory door was opened, Mo Xuanji and Zhu Changan both fell to the ground.
Mo Xuanji felt her muscles tremble, and being able to push herself through the dormitory door was already the limit of her strength. Zhu Changan was foaming at the mouth and unconscious.
The sounds of bodies falling could be heard repeatedly in the dormitory corridor. Without even looking, it was clear that these people had just returned from their secondary course.
The story begins when choosing courses.
Since each student has different physical conditions and areas of expertise, except for some large classes that require open classes together, students' personal development directions are basically chosen by the students according to their own wishes.
The main subjects of Penglai Academy are supernatural powers and demonic powers, while the minor subjects are physical skills, weapons, medical skills, talismans, etc.
On the first day, the freshmen chose their minor courses based on their interests. They thought they were cultivating their interests and specialties like in high school, but it was not until the first day of class that they realized they were wrong.
The teachers really train them to death!
At the end of the day, no one could walk back to the dormitory with their backs straight, and they all had to rely on each other's support.
Only then did the freshmen truly feel that they had truly stepped into another world and were no longer the ordinary, carefree students they once were.
Mo Xuanji chose the talisman class, thinking it would just be about drawing talismans. Unexpectedly, the teacher, under the pretext that even a talisman master needed to have a healthy body, sent them to the physical training class, where they underwent a brutal training session.
Zhu Chang'an chose Taijutsu. He had originally relied on his abnormal physique to hold his own against his teacher until the very end. Unexpectedly, the seemingly kind old man's eyes lit up, and he declared that he must see the limits of this genius. And then... what happened next is not worth mentioning.
"Woo...Xuanji, I finally understand why we don't have military training." Zhu Changan was weak, tears slowly flowing down the corners of his eyes.
"Because every day from now on will be military training..."
"What should I do...I can't get up anymore..."
"I can't climb anymore... Ugh!"
The two struggled at the door for a long time, but couldn't get in, and then fell into a baby-like sleep right there. Finally, Ji Sheng, who had just returned from class, discovered them. After a frightened moment, he dragged them back to their respective rooms.
Just when the freshmen thought they could call it a day off the next day because they were sore and couldn't get up, the medical staff smiled kindly. Nothing more was needed; a single healing spell would sweep away their fatigue, returning them to peak condition, and then they could begin a new round of training.
It is said that a classmate from the dog tribe once cried and shouted at night, asking for chocolate to end it all.
The first month of the new semester was spent in dire straits.
When everyone learned that they would be assigned to an overseas mission at the end of the month, they shed tears of relief, having been filled with fear a month ago.
Going on a mission = no more intense training = vacation! Yay!
One teacher shook his head, still not satisfied: "The physical fitness of this class of freshmen is not very good. After a month of training, they can only barely pass the test."
"Isn't it a bit too much?" another teacher asked worriedly.
"If they can't even handle this little hardship, how can we expect them to take on the responsibility in the future? Don't forget, that time is getting closer and closer. If we don't let them practice more now, they'll have trouble escaping in the future."
The other party sighed helplessly and said no more.
......
Mo Xuanji lay on the bed and let out a long sigh.
On the mobile phone is the group chat interface within the class.
[Team registration, three people in a group, fast relay, closing time: 8pm]
A small red dot popped up on Shen Liuxue's bubble frame.
[Swing Your Sword Ten Thousand Times a Day]: Good night. Have you found your teammates for this mission?
【Long Live a Hundred Years】: I'm with Chang'an. Do you want to come?
[Swing the Sword 10,000 Times a Day]: Come on. I'll create a quest group chat.
[Swing the sword 10,000 times a day] invites [Long Live a Hundred Years] and [Food, Food, Food!] to join the group chat.
Mo Xuanji clicked on the chain chat in the class group and entered the list of members of his team.
【Fan Fan Fan!】: Hi! Liu Xue!
[Swing Your Sword 10,000 Times a Day]: Good evening. Remember to download the Mission Pass app. After registering, you can see the coordinates of the currently active missions.
[Fan Fan Fan!]: Oh! Okay! Let me see... Um, register, select grade... Huh? Why does it say there are no tasks?
【Live a Long Life】: Wait a minute, it should be in the distribution process.
After the team list was entered, the system quickly assigned tasks of corresponding levels based on the overall strength rating of each team.
A day later, the three of them boarded a special car heading to the mission location.
[Current task: Clean up the weirdness in the residential area.
Mission Rating: B
Mission Location: xxxxx]
"Huh? A B-rank mission?" Zhu Changan was a bit surprised. Most of the missions first-year students received were C-rank, and their B-rank seemed out of place among a bunch of C-ranks.
Shen Liuxue flipped through the mission information: "Because it is allocated according to comprehensive strength. There is no way, as a strong person, you always have to take more responsibility."
Mo Xuanji sat in the car, resting with her eyes closed and her arms folded. The bright silver longevity lock swayed slightly in the bumpy ride.
"Come to think of it, this is our first mission. Is the school so confident in letting us out?" Zhu Changan scratched the back of his head.
"certainly......"
"Of course not!"
Two voices overlapped, one belonging to Shen Liuxue, and the other sounded familiar.
"Teacher Wang." Mo Xuanji opened his eyes and deliberately emphasized the word "teacher".
A head wearing a British-style gray top hat slowly rose from the front row and smiled at the three people behind.
“Huh?!!!” The three of them didn’t even notice that there was a Wilde hiding in the front row!
"Oh, don't be so surprised. My special ability is to reduce my own presence. It's normal that you can't notice me~" Wang Er explained with a smile.
"Well, and you don't have to call me teacher. I'm just a part-time job. It's embarrassing enough to listen to those guys teasing me every day. Just call me senior."
"Okay, Teacher Wang!"
"No problem, Teacher Wang!"
"Yes, Mr. Wang!"
Oscar Wilde: You three, really (smiles bitterly while rubbing his forehead)
"Okay, let's get to the point. I'm leading this mission, and according to the rules, I won't be involved in the actual combat. This is your first mission, and the school's intention is to familiarize you with the mission process, so just treat it with a normal attitude. Also, be sure to read and take notes during the mission, because you'll have to write a mission report when you return, and the starting amount is 3,000."
Embarrassment*3
"This time, we're dealing with a spooky creature lurking in a residential building. Investigations have revealed it's a house ghost spider. It's adept at spinning webs, is mildly venomous, and is primarily active at night. We'll need to disguise ourselves as pest control professionals, but remember to keep our secrets secret so ordinary people don't discover the truth. All our actions are based on protecting the lives of ordinary people."
Zhu Changan raised his hand and asked the question that Mo Xuanji also wanted to ask: "Why can't ordinary people know about the existence of weird things? That way, everyone can take precautions in time. It's definitely safer than living with weird things in ignorance, right?"
Wilde explained, "That's not possible. Human thoughts are very powerful. If they are aware of the existence of weirdness, they will develop a fear of it. Fear is an important source of the weirdness's strength. One or two is fine, but if there are too many, it's over. The more fear there is, the stronger the weirdness will be. In the long run, it will form a vicious cycle.
Moreover, even if we include the demon race, the number of us psychics who can and cannot move only amounts to tens of millions. And ordinary people, on the other hand, number a full eight billion. If such a huge base number were to be made public, everyone would be doomed. It would be better to know nothing at all."
Mo Xuanji agreed with this.
"Is that really the case?" Zhu Changan scratched his head: "I didn't think it through."
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