The three-day "holiday" is very short for the students of Mildis Intermediate College. After all, they usually have one day off every week and two long holidays a year, each lasting one or two months.

Counting weekly holidays like National Victory Day.

Three days is really nothing to teenagers. Everyone still returned to their seats very skillfully, looking for friends around them to chat with.

The class bell rang, and heavy footsteps came from outside the door. Everyone restrained their voices one after another. Fatty Feitman quietly covered his mouth and said softly to Weir: "I'm sure the first one to come in must be the teacher."

The director is the fat, greasy man Greenson, and his footsteps are the loudest in the school."

Weir nodded, but immediately reacted and quietly corrected Fitterman: "Shut up, do you want to read the apology in front of the whole school? His ears are as incredible as the sound of his footsteps."

After saying this, I shut up immediately and was forbidden to discuss the shortcomings of the teachers. This is impolite. If you are found out, you will be punished by writing a self-reflection. If the case is serious, you will even be asked to ask your parents to read your statement aloud in front of the whole school.

Review letter.

For a good-looking boy, there is nothing worse than this. As one of the few best students at Mildis Intermediate College, Will, this is definitely a stain on his life that cannot be erased.

The dean of students, Greenson, was originally an official in the city hall. He was sent to Mildis Intermediate College as the dean of students more than ten years ago. So far, there is no sign of him being transferred. He has grown from a smart and capable young talent to a

Today's middle-aged greasy man has changed from a dean who is feared by everyone to a "pig man" who is now hated by everyone.

The first person to come in was indeed Greenson, but the two people behind him were both acquaintances of Weir, the white-haired priest and the young and lively temple knight Wall.

There was silence in the classroom. Greenson liked this atmosphere. He liked to be awed by others. Although he knew that the atmosphere was somewhat fake, he could not help but fall in love with this feeling. Perhaps it was to make up for the fact that he could not return to the city hall.

Sorry.

"Quiet, children, our respected Professor Weiser left Mildis Intermediate College for which he worked for three years due to personal reasons. I am very sorry for this. The sun and the moon will not change because of one person.

Stop running, and the sun will continue to rise tomorrow.”

"Students in our school still need to continue their own studies, and their bright future cannot be interrupted by the departure of a respected professor. Therefore, we have welcomed a new teacher to temporarily teach history and geography classes.

Pastor Pastor and the Knights of the Temple of Vol who teach you swordsmanship."

"I am very sorry to tell you that the advanced course of ancient literature is not necessary for admission to higher education. We have not yet found any scholars and professors who can teach this course. This course will no longer be continued this semester and will be changed to

For swordsmanship lessons."

"The swordsmanship class is not required. Ladies are free to do so. Men, I have made the decision for you. I don't think anyone wants to learn flower arrangement with the ladies, right? Of course, if someone wants to learn flower arrangement and give up the swordsmanship class, that's fine.

Raise your hands."

The boys below were in an uproar. This Greenson was really disgusting. They had to choose between swordsmanship and flower arrangement classes. Which one should they choose? In front of everyone, how could anyone stand up and ask to learn flower arrangement with the girls?

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Greenson showed a victorious smile, "Since everyone has no objections, then so be it. Next, we invite the knowledgeable Pastor Pastor, who will give you a wonderful history lesson and lead you back to the war where the drums were ringing.

In this era, we have experienced the magnificent event of hundreds of tribes competing for hegemony. Welcome Pastor Pastor!"

The white-haired Pastor Pastor walked slowly to the podium, holding a thick book in his hand, "The Glory of the Goddess". He drew a circle on his chest and started his first class with great piety.

: "Praise the goddess, you are the embodiment of light, you are the leader of all things and the master of the world. You have driven away darkness and brought light to the world. You have driven away disease and left health to believers. You are the first ray of light in the world.

The light is the sword that cuts through the darkness."

A long line of eulogies kept coming from Pastor Pastor's mouth. His pious attitude was indeed touching, but it seemed to have nothing to do with history or a copper coin.

The instructor, Greenson, seems to be very satisfied with the weird expressions of the students in class, that's it! Children, please remain in awe in the face of profound knowledge.

Weir has opened the textbook and started self-study in the history class. As one of the few talented students at Mildis Intermediate College, he can fully handle courses such as history and geography without the need for teachers to teach him. Is there anything he doesn’t understand?

Just go to the bookstore to check the information.

Only the erudite Professor Wiesel can bring him different feelings and knowledge that is not found in books. Even some of the content he explains cannot be found in bookstores, but contacting many books can confirm Wiesel

Everything the professor said seems to be correct.

The history class was spent with Pastor Pastor's praise and recitation of "The Glory of the Goddess". Weir could already imagine how countless parents would come to complain tomorrow.

His father should not be one of them. He trusted himself very much and always believed that he had inherited his intelligence and could learn by himself without a teacher. But Keville would rather believe that his wisdom came from his mother.

"Okay, kids, the boring recitation class is over. Next is the swordsmanship class that everyone has been waiting for. Children who like swordsmanship and dream of becoming heroes, please follow me." Wall didn't wait for Pastor Pastor to leave.

After getting off the stage, he hurriedly ran to the stage.

"Well, Knight Wall, maybe you have been away from the academy for a long time. I have to remind you that it is break time now. We have a quarter of an hour to rest. Your swordsmanship class will be in a quarter of an hour." Weir looked at it.

The students who came to the school and looked at each other could only take the initiative to come to Wall's rescue.

"No, no, no, my dear friend Little Will, we must always maintain a passion for swordsmanship in order to gain anything, just like our love for Playboy magazine, which cannot be forgotten at all times." Wall gave Will a big smile.

With a smile on his face, the latter covered his face, feeling that he had made the biggest mistake by standing up to save him. Everyone in the class cast strange looks at him.

"What is Playboy?" This is the whisper of girls.

"It's a magazine, the best-selling adult magazine in the continent. Only adults can buy adult books. My father told me so. I didn't expect that Will can already read such adult books. He is worthy of being a Mildis intermediate

Top student in the college." Children who say this, are you sure your IQ is online? Just believe whatever your father says.

"It turns out that Will likes that type of magazine. Hehe, let me tell you, I have been reading Playboy magazine since I was ten years old, and I have never missed an issue." This is someone who likes to show off, but you are from a music background.

Family, are you sure your violinist father would let you read that kind of magazine?

"You all don't know about Playboy. It's so outdated. Let me tell you, it's a magazine about the art of flower arrangement. Girls only get into the knowledge in order to please the rich man." Miss, are you sure you are talking about "Playboy"?

Not "The Art of Flower Arrangement"?

Feltman looked at Weir in surprise, and pointed tremblingly at the half-color page exposed in his schoolbag: ""Playboy 50th Anniversary Collector's Edition"?! How could you have such a magical book?! Weir, we

Are we best friends? You have this kind of magical book and you didn’t tell me. Let’s break up the relationship!”
Chapter completed!