Chapter 279: Lan Qi is just favored, so there's nothing we can do about it.
The rising sun dyes the stone brick houses on both sides of the street a soft amber color.
The aroma of food came from the mansion on one side of the street, intertwined with the chill in the air.
This is Protos Royal Academy of Magic.
Lan Qi was sitting on the swing in the garden, with his lowered eyes still showing a hint of half-dream sleepiness. He was holding some unprocessed millet in his hand and feeding the birds that gathered around him.
After arriving here, many small animals on campus began to find him.
In the distant mansion, Zestila stood quietly in front of the window sill, looking at the scene of the little animals gathering in the courtyard. They seemed to have been looking forward to being close to him.
“Is the teacher really a human being?”
Zestila muttered to herself in confusion.
Not only her, but also animals can feel his pure kindness.
Since last Sunday night, her teacher Rocky McCarthy has temporarily moved from the hotel to the inside of the college.
The accommodation area is divided into collective dormitories and private dormitories, that is, the difference between apartments and small villas.
Ordinary students live in apartments and dormitories.
As for the aristocratic students, almost all of them have small, independent houses, and their identity can basically be determined by the dormitory they live in.
In addition, the small residences of noble students have their own courtyards, and there will also be supporting units in the courtyards, that is, additional, fully functional flat-floor apartments for the servants to live in.
Viscount Francis registered Zestila in advance for a private dormitory, and the fees had already been paid in advance along with the tuition fees.
that's all.
It wasn't until Zestila saw that Lan Qi had almost finished feeding all the grains in her hands that she finally opened the door and walked in front of him in the garden.
As she approached, the birds suddenly panicked and flew away.
Seems to be afraid of her being a demonic dragon.
“Sorry, I'll scare them away.”
Zestila's voice remained emotionless as usual.
“But you have no ill intentions towards them, it's just that they don't know you yet, right?”
Lanqi raised his head with a smile and said.
Zestila hesitated for a while,
"Maybe."
Teachers always look at problems from different perspectives.
Although everything will not change and everything will remain as usual, she will still be surrounded by clear malice every day, but after communicating with the teacher, she always feels that the burden on her body will become much lighter.
Zestila originally wanted to remind Lan Qi that he should be careful about some senior noble students when they were in the safe area of the school.
After thinking about it, I decided to forget it. Lan Qi has always been steady and doesn't need to be reminded.
Preparatory students and first-year students must attend the monthly assessment day.
Grades 2 and 3 are opt-in and are limited to classrooms with level 2 or above.
But every monthly assessment day, there will be top students in the second and third years who occupy the highest positions, and like the professors, they can watch the competition in the background.
They have a lot of authority to influence and interfere with ongoing assessments from outside the field, or spend their own points to sponsor promising underclassmen.
These authorized persons are equivalent to judges. Correspondingly, if they bet on the leader, they will also receive high dividend returns.
So it is also a game behind the scenes.
In other words, the game and manipulation are the high-end game itself on the monthly assessment day.
The monthly assessment day is on Wednesday.
Today is Monday, so I have some free time for the time being. “Well, teacher, let's meet in the afternoon.”
Zestila looked at Lan Qi and said.
She saw that Lan Qi had stood up in the garden, clapped his hands, and seemed to be preparing to go to the school building area.
If Lanci wanted to kill time, he would also sit in on senior classes that interested him.
“Okay, there is Associate Professor Xi Duo's history class this morning, and I just happen to go and listen to it.”
Lan Qi looked sideways and smiled, dispelling the early morning tiredness.
Half an hour later.
The history and science teaching building of Protos Royal Academy of Magic is located in a wide green space, like an ancient castle in the forest. It is surrounded by layers of stone walls, entangled with vines and flowers, and the spire on the top of the building towers into the clouds. Engraved with the imperial emblem.
A young man with brown hair that was slightly dancing in the breeze, wearing a white shirt, dark brown vest and black suit trousers, walked into the teaching building.
Going through the huge door, the interior of the teaching building exudes a solemn and ancient charm. The marble floor reflects the light from the several-meter-high glass windows. The corridor walls on both sides are covered with ancient portraits and history books.
Lanci walked along the corridor and after passing several closed classroom doors, he found the classroom where he was going to take the history class.
His eyes scanned around the space and found a back seat with good lighting. Lan Qi walked over, put down the ancient books he borrowed from the library, and sat at the table.
The history class that Zestila took was a water class in the preparatory course, which was a mixed-credit class.
Lan Qi came to audit the history class chosen by the second and third grade students.
However, he has not seen West Germany since she came to school, and he does not know what grade she is in or where she will be.
While thinking, the Imperial students in the classroom came in one after another, all of them unfamiliar faces to Lan Qi. He just leaned back quietly on his chair and read a book, waiting for the class to start.
As someone sat down on the seat not far away from him, Lan Qi still didn't move.
Even without looking he knew it was not West Germany.
Because Syd will have a faint scent of rum, and you can feel it as long as she is protected by her breath.
However.
The figure sitting not far from Lan Qi seemed to be observing Lan Qi intentionally or unintentionally.
Lang Qi finally felt a little uncomfortable and put down the book.
The color of the opponent's clothes seems to be that of a third-year student, and he has a strong physical combat professional pressure that is no less than Frey's.
She should be a top-ranked student in this school.
After all, among students, the sixth level is the top.
"do we know each other?"
Lan Qi asked confused.
He was sure that he had never seen such a strong, dignified and proud senior student, and he had never heard of the name "Gloria" written on the nameplate on her chest.
“Why did Mr. West Germany choose you...”
Gloria frowned and observed Lan Qi, whispering to herself.
Full of resentment and confusion.
She admitted that she was not as good as the original Tyrant Saint, and she did not expect that Lord Sigrid would one day choose her as the new Tyrant Saint.
But she never thought that one day, when the Overlord Catholic Master selected a disciple again, it would be the Holy Son who had clearly said that he would not consider it!
I originally thought that the Holy Son of Tyrant who was selected as an exception would be a man who was extremely powerful, had a cold and deep aggressive look, and exuded an arrogant and arrogant man. Only then could he be qualified to be the Tyrant. The successor of Catholicism.
did not expect-
How did Lady Sigrid make a mistake and fall in love with such a weak Holy Son, who is totally incompatible with their Tyrant branch!
(End of this chapter)
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