The next day, school starts.

The clock hand of the bell tower is pointed at seven o'clock, and the gray eagle flag of the blue empire is flying.

Iwacheng No. 1 Middle School.

The scene at the school gate is no different from the beginning of each school year. Students flocked in, behind them were parents responsible for picking up and dropping off, as well as the sound of opening and closing the car doors, and the occasional whistle.

Ye Mingyu walked out of Lilian's luxury sports car.

The surrounding eyes instantly focused on him.

It is estimated that the situation of the awakening ceremony has been spread throughout the city by Morning News.

Sighing softly, he carried a shoulder bag and threw everyone behind his back, and walked into the Limestone School Gate.

But when I passed through the overpass and the stairwell, there were always people whispering in my ears: "It's him", "It's him" and "It's him"...

God, do you think I am a little Nezha?

Ye Mingyu walked on the way to Trip 3 and passed the corridor paved with knitted carpets. More whispers came:

"He is the one who awakens the unknown emblem. He is so strong, why isn't he bald?"

"I don't know, maybe because he was born with a ray of lightning, lightning and thunder, and the holy dragon circling..."

"Yes, I heard that both his parents died, and they were carrying curses, and there was a lightning scar on their foreheads..."

"Don't talk nonsense, there is reliable news. This guy is like a succubus in nature. There are thousands of harems. Every day, the wine pool and meat forest are all dependent on kidney treasures..."

Ye Mingyu accelerated his pace.

He dares to swear with his integrity. If he doesn't go faster, he will be entangled by an inexplicable guy sooner or later.

Fortunately, it was already very close to the classroom. He climbed two stairs at the corner and glanced to the left. He saw the classroom door number. There was a man standing in front of the door with a coffin face.

"May I ask, is this third class here?" Ye Mingyu walked up to ask.

He took out the admission letter and handed it over.

Coffin Face glanced roughly, then took out a form and compared it.

"There is a pen over there, sign in first."

"OK."

Ye Mingyu hurriedly checked the corresponding column of the list, and after returning it, he quickly walked into the classroom before getting rid of the scorching gaze behind him.

This feeling of being stripped naked by the eyes really makes people tighten their thighs.

The classroom is not small, with single tables and seats long ago.

The admission ticket for the high school entrance examination was posted in the upper left corner of the table, and there were ugly black and white photos on it.

Just by the protagonist's halo, Ye Mingyu thought about it with his toes and knew where he would sit.

The penultimate row by the window.

The legendary "Seat of God".

This location is by the window and you can clearly see the playground.

Once there is any special phenomenon, it will be easily noticed and then involved.

Maybe one day, a beautiful girl or a death note will fall in from the window, and then start a series of bloody adventures.

Ye Mingyu frowned.

As a new young man of magicalism, he would not believe in evil, so he finally sat down.

Take out the school supplies from your shoulder bag and the textbooks sent out in advance, and flip through them casually, waiting for the bell of morning reading.

Iwacheng No. 1 Middle School is a key high school with a strong teaching staff and one-third of other schools during holidays.

The world does not explode, and there is no holiday in No. 1 Middle School!

This is the declaration of all teachers of Iwacheng No. 1 Middle School.

With this motto, the school's enrollment rate has reached 99%.

The last 1% of students who failed to go to school were probably exhausted because of their excessive academic performance.

Class 3 where Ye Mingyu is located is the legendary experimental class, which means the experimental group in the experiment "whether excessive learning will lead to death", and other classes are the control group.

In the 21st century of the magic calendar, civilization is highly developed.

What is glorious is history, but what is sad is students.

Modern education is increasingly focusing on all-round training and offers multiple courses.

In addition to the four major subjects of traditional monster science, magic language, magic history, and elementary spell theory, you must also take no less than six other courses based on your magic faction.

At the same time, the course of melee combat has also been included in the focus and has become a must-have test point in the college entrance examination.

Although Ye Mingyu had no impression, after opening the textbook, the words on it were clearly written in black and white, saying that he didn't know where he copied it from in his previous life:

"A mage who can't fight melee is not a good mage!"

Therefore, when the Magic Parliament compiled textbooks, it actively responded to the call of great men.

All the empires spared no effort and regarded melee fighting courses as a top priority.

“…”

If possible, Ye Mingyu really wants to go back and slap himself.

Is it not delicious to eat snacks? Is it not fun to play games?

Why did you have to show off and say such slutty words?

This further strengthened Ye Mingyu's determination to fall in this life.

He is stumbled around now just to avoid poisoning future generations. What a great dream this is! How can he be blocked by difficulties?

......

The following trivial matters, such as class selections and self-introductions, were all perfunctory by Ye Mingyu.

He is already eye-catching enough and must not cause too many troubles.

In the magic theory class, the old teacher on the podium was holding chalk and drawing magic circles on the blackboard while talking.

Ye Mingyu sat on the protagonist's throne, a neutral pen turned between his five fingers and looked into the playground through the window glass.

This location may have many disadvantages, but the biggest advantage...is the scenery is good.

From here you can see the asphalt road in front of the school gate. The purple-shirted wood planted beside the road casts a light black shadow. A one-eyed young man was standing in the shadow, and a crow was parked on his shoulder.

As if he noticed Ye Mingyu's gaze, the young man also looked here and waved his hand.

Crow...

Thoughts were still flying, and Ye Mingyu suddenly heard someone calling his name.

"Ye Mingyu, please answer this question."

The old teacher in the junior magic theory class is almost retired, his eyes are a little blurred, and he leans over to stare at the list.

The thoughts were interrupted and he stood up under everyone's gaze.

"The well-known ten-level magic system," the old teacher held up his glasses, "Who founded it?"

Ye Mingyu knows this question, one of the top 100 test points for cultural common sense.

And... the founder of the system is to some extent one of his female friends.

"It's the Chief Saint." Ye Mingyu replied.

Unfortunately, it is hard to disobey the destiny of heaven. Even if it is a peerless beauty, it will have a day to die.

In the first year of the magic calendar, the chief saint passed away, and the next generation of saint took office and created the Blue Empire, which is the country where Ye Mingyu is now in.

The old teacher nodded: "Well, the next question, what classmate Ma, come..."

Ye Mingyu sat down and looked at the school gate again.

Suddenly a bus drove past and blocked his sight. After a moment, the bus left, leaving only the yew trees alone.

The one-eyed young man has long disappeared.

It's like evaporating from the world.

The voice of the old teacher teaching was surrounded by his ears, "As we all know, the nameless lord, as the founder of magic, has created many systems, but has always been hidden in the mystery...

"But as future generations, we must know how to be grateful. Although we have never been born with such great people in the times, we can inherit their spirit, always keep in mind the teachings of our predecessors, be honest and trustworthy, and strive for progress...

"Let's talk less, turn the textbook to page 6. Let me explain the ten-level system, draw the key points, what you need to take in the weekly exam." The old teacher knocked on the blackboard and said slowly.

Ruthless sound of flipping books.

He stood on the podium and continued to use his gentle tone to stimulate the desire to sleep:

"The first level, that is, your current level, belongs to the apprentice. During this period, you need to know how to develop your own...the spiritual sea.

"Through meditation, absorb free magic. In a few days, the school will organize you to choose factions. After accumulating enough magic, you can upgrade the sea of ​​spirit.
To be continued...