The club was recruiting people until the end of the night and the time for the activities was set before Gallon and Messi returned to the dormitory together.
The next day is the second assessment and interview for the freshmen of the school. This assessment is actually just a re-examination. As long as there are no major problems, everyone can pass.
Gallon mingled with a group of people, made a set of test papers, answered a few questions from the interviewer, and ended the re-examination process easily.
Next came the trivial and tedious things. I had to prepare the school textbooks myself. I went to the bookstore and bought a complete set of new ones. I spent thousands of dollars. I also contacted the legal consultant arranged by my mother, Therese, and bought daily necessities.
School life is quite easy for me. Although the courses are full every day, for Galen, the classroom professors and tutors here will not care about you even if you are sleeping, as long as you don't make any noise, and they will ask them to stand up and answer a few questions.
After several problems, Gallon solved them perfectly, and then the professors and tutors ignored him.
Universities in this world are similar to those on Earth. There is not much difference. The only difference is that the courses are more difficult. You need to submit some thesis reports every once in a while. These thesis reports require a lot of professional information and books. You need to read the reading materials vigorously and go back and forth.
Between the library and dormitories.
The other three people in the dormitory soon fell into dire straits, holding a large tome on their heads and chewing until midnight, unable to sleep.
Within a few months of enrollment, the thin people became even thinner, and the fat people lost weight significantly. They slept only four or five hours a day. Although it is not a professional course, the basic courses are very demanding and deep enough, which is enough for several people.
A heavy burden.
"I heard that Professor Alvin is going to hold a lecture in the medical district. Are you going?" Macy asked loudly while sitting on the sofa in the living room with a box of lunch. There was a lot of information and books in front of him. It seemed that he was planning to go there.
I read the information while eating.
"I'm going to go. Professor Alvin explained the questions in the last class very carefully and thoroughly, and I might get some good results." Alexander was using a pencil to outline the key points.
"I have club activities." Gallon shrugged. He was sitting on the balcony. There was a cup of hot coffee on the windowsill next to him. He was holding a copy of the Nottington Morning News that had just been delivered today, and he was reading and drinking coffee.
Messi looked at him sadly.
"While my roommate is in pain preparing thesis materials, Galen, don't you think your current appearance is too dazzling..."
The other two people looked over at them with extremely unbalanced eyes. When they were studying, Garen was sleeping (practicing secret martial arts). When they were preparing their homework papers, Garen was drinking coffee and reading the newspaper. When they were going to attend a lecture,
Garen also wants to go to the club to participate in activities...
"Don't you think so?" Garen put down the coffee cup, "I also did a thesis. It's just that the speed is a little faster."
"How about a little faster?" Messi exclaimed exaggeratedly, "Sometimes I really want to strangle you to death!"
Garen looked at him with pity.
"Ahhh!! Don't look at me like that!!" Messi continued to yell. "Do you think everyone is like you? The information you just need is in the books you have read."
"Who said I was lucky?" Garen continued to shrug.
"I don't know why, but when I see your smiling face, I have the urge to punch someone." Messi and Gallon have been getting along during this time. Because they get along well, their relationship is getting better and better.
"Okay, stop arguing. My hand shook and the curve became a straight line again." Gatierin, who was drawing the picture carefully, complained.
The three of them continued to study hard. Garen shook his head, lowered his head and continued to read the newspaper, taking a sip of hot coffee from time to time.
He took out his CD player, opened it and put in a song, put on his earplugs and listened to it for a while. When he couldn't help himself when he heard it, he closed his eyes and hummed a few words.
Glancing at the three people who were still working hard, he showed a trace of contempt on his face.
"You are so weak."
"Don't stop me, I'm going to strangle this bastard!!!" Messi finally couldn't help it, jumped up and rushed towards Garonne.
"come on!"
"Don't worry! Beat him!!"
The two people behind shouted loudly.
Gallon laughed and wandered around the balcony, trying not to be caught by Messi.
It was common for the two of them to joke around like this during this period, although it is true that some of the three couldn't see the reason for Galleons. The main reason was that he was playing while you were busy. In the end, the professor praised him and not himself.
Naturally, Messi returned to his seat angrily, suddenly realizing that his time had been wasted by Galleons, and yelled that he had to skip lunch and work.
Garen checked the time, wandered out of the dormitory, agreed to bring lunch to the other two people, and slowly walked to the nearby cafeteria on the main campus.
If there is class in the morning, I go to school. If there is no class, I check information books and do my homework. Occasionally, I go to listen to concerts, see exhibitions, play ball, and then go to the fighting club to watch their training. This is Gallon's college life in the past few months.
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Galliville's studies are extremely arduous, and the tutors and professors have very high requirements for students. It is not like the previous domestic universities in the Earth era, where thesis reports can be spliced here and there. Even daily papers require reading a lot of materials and works, and they also need to have their own
Only with a certain level of insight can you get a qualified evaluation. In fact, most of the so-called assessment of a course is made by the professor. If he says your paper is good and you passed it, then you will get the credit. If he says you wrote it well,
Too bad, even if you attend every class this semester, you may still fail in the end.
He went to the cafeteria and ordered a standard meal for three people. When he was walking back, Garen happened to meet senior Serena who had just finished class with a book in her arms.
"This afternoon's event is a bit important, so be sure to come." Serena said solemnly.
"Somewhat important? What is it?" Garen was a little surprised.
"The president's internship is about to go, a new president will be elected, and there will be a nice fighting competition!" Serena said slightly excitedly.
"You want to participate too?" Garen gave her a strange look, "Or someone related to you, otherwise why are you so excited?"
"You're right, my sister is going to run for election, so you can shout a few words for me when the time comes!" Serena laughed.
"Okay." Garen nodded.
His recent ordinary life has made him feel bored to the point of boredom, so he just happened to have some novel activities to check out.
After returning to the dormitory and bringing lunch to the other two people, Gallon went back to his bedroom, lay on his back on the bed, opened his laptop, and read the message records on KL.
Mike Jella and the Oriental girl Keli, whom he met on the road, all left messages for him. After replying one by one. Looking at the situation at home, Raphael wrote a few sentences to him, but it was very short.
Attached is a recent photo of her, taken on the beach. In the evening, Raphael was squatting on the beach in a black dress and building a sandcastle.
"Remember to bring me a gift when you come back." - Raphael
Garen thought for a while.
"Are you still in Grandor?"——Garen
I didn't expect the reply to come right away.
"Hmm. I don't plan to go to college. I won't learn anything anyway." - Raphael
"Is this what your grandma meant? Does she agree?" - Gallon
"Yeah."——Raphael
Garen didn't know what to say. He didn't know the circle of witches, but college qualifications were of no use to Raphael. They were just a waste of time.
I asked her about her current situation again and turned off KL.
In the afternoon, it was still the same as usual. There was no disturbance. Garen felt that he had completely become a normal student during this period.
I went to two classes, had dinner, and went straight to the venue where the fighting club was.
It was in a large dance studio that used to be used for dancing on the old campus.
When Gallon arrived, there were already many people in the classroom, and the large space in the middle was covered with a thick layer of foam mats. The old members sat on one side, and the new members sat on the other side, clearly distinguishing each other.
Several old members were introducing the club's situation to the new members in detail.
In the corner on the other side, two muscular and dark muscular men with short-cut hair were each exercising their muscles. One was pulling a butterfly machine, and the other was lying on his back doing sit-ups.
Those are two external coaches in the club.
"Here?" Serena was surrounded by a group of club members, who seemed to be chatting about something. She saw Garen coming in from a distance and said hello to him.
Garen nodded. He was familiar with Serena in the club, and the others were not very close, so he changed into black training clothes in the dressing room nearby and sat down cross-legged next to the newcomer circle.
The new coach is a senior member of the club. He is loudly explaining the rules of the club to the newcomers. The rules of the club are almost explained. Then comes the daily activity training.
"Now please stand up for the newcomers who have practiced fighting before." The senior coach who had been talking for a long time suddenly said this after drinking some water.
Among the dozens of newcomers, five or six stood up immediately, and a few looked hesitant.
"Coach, does self-taught count?"
"Of course not." The senior shook his head.
Garen stood up and walked to the side with five or six people.
Serena over there also looked over with some surprise, and seemed a little surprised that Garen had practiced fighting before.
Among the five or six people, two were girls. One had gnarled waist and arm muscles and did not look particularly strong. The other was petite and had a ponytail, and seemed to be here just to learn the art of preventing wolves.
She is quite pretty among such a large group of newcomers. Looking at her solemn and delicate face, fair skin, and serious look, it actually made some boys in the club whistle.
"You! You come out. No whistles are allowed. If you don't want to, you can leave the club." The senior coach said loudly and unceremoniously.
The other three boys all have ordinary faces, they are just ordinary fighting enthusiasts. They have watched the training for so long, and now they are finally joining in person, and they all look a little excited on their faces.
When Garen was observing other people, he didn't notice that others were also observing him.
In the eyes of both old students and newcomers, this new member's appearance in the past few months seems to be somewhat different from that of ordinary newcomers.
Previously, he was just watching the club training, but now that the newcomer is officially joining the training, his face is still as calm as before, without excitement or fear. It seems like it is just an ordinary daily exercise.
Looking at the fair and delicate skin on his hands and neck, you can tell that this person is not the type who likes to exercise regularly.