57. No one really thinks I care about grades, right?
An extremely dangerous bloodline, even more dangerous than Angers'.
"After so many years, has a new S-class finally been born in the academy?" Professor Manstein also saw those eyes. He was quite impressed by this student who he had personally tested.
"Everything still has to wait for Norma's assessment results after the papers are collected." Angers said calmly.
But everyone knows that this is just a superficial statement. Who has the final say about this college?
"Wait! What's going on?" Professor Manstein stared at the surveillance screen and suddenly something happened.
…
"Quiet, you've caught my eye."
Near the end of the exam, a cold voice sounded in the classroom where demons were dancing.
The world suddenly became quiet, and pairs of golden eyes went out one after another. The freshmen suddenly came back to their senses and looked at each other, looking at other people around them making strange movements, not knowing what was going on.
Xuan Hao stood up expressionlessly and walked slowly to the door of the classroom under everyone's gaze.
The freshmen were all stunned because they saw those terrifying eyes and felt an inexplicable chill down their spines.
He pushed open the classroom door and disappeared from everyone's sight, but the door was clearly locked!
Professor Guderian, who was guarding the door, was also a little confused.
What happened? He looked at Xuan Hao's leaving figure and hurriedly ran to check the classroom door.
There is nothing wrong with the lock. The problem is that the door was opened forcefully. This classroom is a classroom specially prepared by the college for the 3E exam. In order to prevent students from being affected by the Word Spirit Emperor and awakening the Word Spirit, they will not be able to control it.
Rampage, everything has been reinforced. The strength of this door is such that even if an elephant hits it, it will not shake at all. What kind of strange power does this guy have?
After a long time, Professor Guderian came to his senses and walked into the classroom to announce that the exam was over.
The freshmen came back to their senses and looked at the strange things drawn in their hands, as if they had seen a ghost. They suddenly discovered that they were actually quite artistic.
Professor Guderian walked to Xuan Hao's desk. He was very interested in what kind of answer the student who left early would have. But when he picked up the test paper, he found that the other party only drew one picture, but this one
The picture he painted shocked him.
The painting is a dusk filled with despair. A huge hand covers the top of the half-decayed World Tree, and a huge black dragon is entrenched on it. When it bites the roots of the tree, the dusk of the gods is approaching, but the black dragon's
His eyes were full of anger, because a golden spear penetrated it and the World Tree.
Well, there was indeed only one painting, but Xuan Hao was obviously going to hand in the blank, and the damn god suddenly showed up. This painting was painted by that man.
This made him feel very unhappy, so he left early before the end of the exam. He didn't like the feeling of being controlled by others. What's more, this painting was like a prophecy, a script written for him.
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"Junior brother, what's wrong with you? Did you fail the exam?" Fingel asked curiously when he saw Xuanhao coming back with a gloomy look on his face.
"Ah, almost~" Xuan Hao sighed, but he wasn't too worried about his grades.
"It doesn't matter, junior brother, you are a man protected by the principal. Even if your written test score is not good, your rating will not be low." Fingel said cowardly, "And senior brother, I promised you that you will pass the exam."
Yes, hehe. Instead of worrying about test scores, why not quickly take a look at the class schedule and preview your homework?"
Xuanhao was silent for a moment, wondering what Fingel was planning. Although he knew Fingel's abilities, there was no need to help him like this. It was really unnecessary.
"I'm not worried. Ratings and stuff are of no use to me. As for class? It depends on my mood." Xuan Hao shook his head and couldn't figure it out. Anyway, Fingel posed no threat to him.
"Ale? Junior brother, aren't you ready to study hard? If you keep failing, you will be like senior brother and me, unable to graduate." Fingel looked touched. Finally, someone is willing to stay with him, junior brother.
I really saw you right.
Seeing Fingel's moved face, Xuan Hao always felt that he was thinking of something strange.
"Study hard? Senior brother, do you think I look like a good student?" Xuan Hao asked Fingel in a strange way.
"Um, doesn't it look like that? You are someone who was dug out by the principal himself. Are you going to embarrass the principal?" Fingel looked surprised.
"No, the key is, does that guy have a face?" Xuan Hao asked.
"That makes sense." Fingel said seriously.
"Are you kidding me? Have you ever seen a person who thinks about eating soft food all day long study hard?"
"Junior brother, I understand. Please teach me how to eat soft rice. You see, senior brother has been in the academy for so many years and he has not even been able to eat soft rice. It is such a failure." Fingel felt that he had met his opponent.
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"No, no, no, senior brother, this soft rice thing can only be understood but cannot be expressed in words." Xuan Hao pointed at his face.
"..."
"It's not that I'm confident. I'm confident that I can stay here until the college closes down. As for the bloodline rating? How many years can that thing last?"
"Damn it, junior brother, we are indeed of the same kind." Fingel said to the expert.
In fact, Xuan Hao is telling the truth. What is the use of graduation to him? Do you have to wait until graduation to get the distribution? Then take the dragon-slaying knife and go all over the world to find dragons? Isn't this working for others? Isn't it tiring? Working is
It is impossible to work part-time, even in this life.
He stayed here all day long and had good food and drink. A rich woman took care of him at home. When he had nothing to do, he was able to pick up his classmates. When he was in a bad mood, he could vent his anger on a few old monsters. At most, they would meet each other every year.
Isn’t the tuition great?
Xuanhao has the final say whether Cassel College will be in chaos from now on. If the sky falls, Angers will hold it up. As long as Angers is not dead, the college should have no reason to expel him. Well, speaking of it, he is the most popular person now.
What should be prayed for is that Angers can live a few more years. After all, he is more than a hundred years old, so he needs to restrain himself. If one day he is angry to death, the gain will not be worth the loss.
"puff!"
In the principal's office, Angers squirted out a mouthful of tea after listening to Fingel's report, and the hand holding the cup trembled slightly.
"Is that guy serious?"
"I think so." Fingel looked at Angers' deflated look and felt inexplicably happy, "Principal, the new student you brought back this time is really interesting. I'm starting to look forward to his future performance.
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"Oh, that's all, that's all, as long as he doesn't act recklessly, let him be." Ange sighed.