Infinite Throne

   Chapter 1090 "The Hermit"

   September 2112.

  Little Molly is back at school.

   is a special recruit class.

  The whole family said goodbye to Molly the day before school started.

   Of course, the "whole family" mentioned here is only Mo Rendi and Uncle G.

  Mo Rendi said over and over with Molly for a long time, but he couldn't get around one meaning: Don't worry at home, you don't have to go home if you're okay, and stay at school more.

   Molly stared at Grandpa with one big eye and the other small, a little uncertain: "Grandpa, I listen to you, why do you seem to have finally left me?"

   "No no no, how is that possible! Grandpa loves Mengmeng the most." Mo Rendi's eyes widened, trying to make his expression look innocent.

  Irin smirked aside.

"Hmph, it's almost the same." After Molly said goodbye to her grandfather, she handed Yi Rin a note: "Uncle G, my number has been encrypted, so I can be contacted by this method. Don't laugh, I didn't want you to The meaning of calling me is that I am afraid that grandpa will lose it accidentally, and if something happens to him, it will be troublesome if he can't find me."

  Irin took a look at the note... It was a sketch, it was a combination of "Secondary Password" and "Sonic Password".

  I didn't expect Molly to use it for so many years.

   No wonder you don't have friends, whoever is so cheap will call you.

  Irin folded the note and slandered secretly.

  Molly put her hands on her hips, pointed at the two old antiques, and told them to stay safe, less demolition of the house, and more self-cultivation, and then carried a small bag and sat in Mo Rendi's special car.

   After watching Molly leave, Mo Rendi breathed a sigh of relief. At this time, he noticed that the expression of "old friend" was indescribably strange, and couldn't help asking: "Brother, what do you mean by this face?"

   The corners of Yi Rin's mouth kept twitching: "It's nothing, I'm just curious how you became a 'granddaughter control' in the future."

   "The old man said, it's impossible!" Mo Rendi said firmly, completely unaware that his current performance was like a prelude to "True Fragrance".

   "Please remember what you said today, Mo."

   "Brother, you underestimate the perseverance and willpower of martial arts practitioners."

  "..." Yi Rin silently took out the notebook and wrote a diary entry.

  …

  【September 1, 2112】

School season.

   This is a year to remember.

   The first batch of "chosen people" stepped into the ivory tower called "University".

   Mengmeng also returned to school, which is gratifying.

  I suddenly felt the emotion of watching my niece grow up, but I knew that this shouldn't happen. Logically, Mengmeng and I are the same generation.

   Generations are messed up.

   But it doesn't matter.

  The important thing is that Mo Rendi made an arrogant declaration today: He will never become a granddaughter.

  I look forward to the day when Mo Rendi said "True Fragrance".

  …

   Close the journal.

  Irin suddenly frowned and looked in the direction of Capital University.

Mo Rendi noticed the change in Yi Rin's expression and wondered: "Brother, are you worried about Mengmeng? You don't have to worry, the old man has secretly arranged six elite special forces from the standard squad to lurking in Mengmeng as an 'undercover' In our class, they have rich undercover experience and will never be noticed by Mengmeng."

   Yi Rin heard the words, and suddenly couldn't help laughing: "Ah this? Six teams? Thirty people? Lao Mo, you are so neat, are you sure there are amateurs in Mengmeng's class?"

   "Amateur?"

   "It means... 'ordinary people'."

"Yes, why not!" Mo Rendi said confidently: "This old man has already investigated, in addition to the people arranged by the old man, there are three other people in the same class as Mengmeng...Ahem, amateurs, their families are innocent, all of them are The heir of an old friend is very safe."

  Irin bowed his head, carrying Mo Rendi on his back, at the end of the page of the diary [September 1st], he added:

  [PS: Waiting for the opening of the large-scale "True Fragrance". 】

  Mo Rendi tilted his head and watched his old friend write and draw behind his back. He didn't know what he was writing, it was mysterious.

  …

   Capital University.

   Molly entered the school as a special enrollment, and there was a lot of buzz in the campus BBS.

  There is no shortage of geniuses in any age, but geniuses at such a young age are enough to be included in the history of the school.

  Someone is guessing who Molly is, or which rich kid she is from.

   But Molly's coldness made her look like an immature flower bud in the greenhouse, with thorns, which made many noble sons who boasted of being handsome and wealthy feel unbearable. Little loli, long legs, and a classmate, who doesn't like it. Even if it is flat now, there is still room for development.

   Molly is nothing, the only thing that makes her feel weird is... It seems that her classmates are very old and look like uncles.

   She still doesn't know that in the special recruit class she is in, she and the "undercover people" have widened the age gap of the class by nearly 20 years.

   I stayed at the school for a few days, and I didn’t study a few courses, just some basic subjects.

   She skipped all physical education classes.

  When Mo Rendi was a child, he wanted Molly to be a scumbag, telling some old-fashioned ancient stories about "who said women are inferior to men", and forced her to practice legs. Mo Rendi didn't know where to get some "legs under the skirt" and "knife in the sleeve" women's martial arts, let her practice. She is not very proficient in the martial arts skills of the eight classics, and she is half-baked, but her legs are getting longer and longer with practice, far surpassing her peers, as if they are alive.

   Therefore, the "painful experience" when she was a child made Molly never want to take physical education class again in her life.

   Contrary to her attitude towards physical education class, Molly is very interested in "projects". The first and second "Gray Mist Expedition Team" returned safely from the gray fog area and brought back a lot of information about "that tower". The unique "environment" and "ecological" laws around the tower are completely inconsistent with what she has learned before. These kinds of "weirdness" arouse Molly's desire to explore.

   She spends almost all day in the lab, analyzing the data, vegetation and soil samples brought back by the expedition team.

   It's November.

   A magical year is coming to an end.

  Under the high-pressure control of public opinion, the people gradually accepted this magical fact.

   There used to be an old-fashioned joke "Your XX was taught by a physical education teacher, right?", starting this year, it is ridiculous that this joke will become a reality.

  Capital University has added an interesting course to the major of tower science—【Ancient Mythology】.

[Ancient Mythology] This new course is said to be specially added for the mysterious phenomenon of "tower". Some experts have pointed out that the end of science may be theology. Look for relevant clues in the illusory myths and theories of various countries.

   Of course, this course is an elective course, love to learn but not learn.

   But what surprised the school leaders in the end was that the large classroom that could accommodate 180 people was almost full.

Molly had just found an empty seat to sit down, and a group of "undercover students" who had been waiting for a long time, filled up the empty seats within twenty meters of Molly's left and right, and their movements were neat and uniform. Molly couldn't help frowning.

   The students whispered.

   All are curious about this strange course.

After   , a man with slightly curly hair, a smiling face and a sickly pale complexion walked into the classroom.

   Molly looked at the new "teacher of ancient mythology" with a startled expression, and a strange sense of sight came to her mind. For some reason, this man's temperament reminded her of Uncle G subconsciously.

   "Hello, classmates." The man smiled, his neutral voice was hoarse, mysterious and magnetic.

"Hello teacher!"

  The man turned around, grabbed the electronic pen and wrote two words on the screen: Gu Qingtian.

"Well, it's the first time for you to take this class. To tell you the truth, it's the first time for me to teach this class. Hehe, since it's the first time for everyone, so you and I don't need to be too nervous. Just Think of this course as a punch card for work, and be happy and wait for the get out of class to end."

  The teacher's humorous words made many students who "understand in seconds" laughed weirdly.

   All of a sudden, the distance between this classmate and the teacher has narrowed.

   The words are witty, and the humor is a bit obscure. Who doesn't like such a teacher?

   After the simple opening remarks, Gu Qingtian closed the textbook.

"Actually, we all know that ancient mythology covers a very wide range. It should be difficult to get you interested in boring courses for a while." Gu Qingtian smiled and took out a stack of tarot cards: "Someone knows What is this?"

   A student raised his hand: "Tarot!"

"Well said." Gu Qingtian continued: "Tarot cards originated in medieval Europe, this small object used for divination in ancient times contains fascinating myths and legends in itself. It is said that in the European Middle Ages, 'hunting' In the "kill the witch' action, some people regard the tarot card as a prop for the witch to perform the 'magic' and burn it. I think you must have heard of the 'kill the witch'?"

   A student raised his hand and asked, "Teacher, do you want to say 'magic'?"

   "No, it's "magic". "Gu Qingtian corrected the classmate's statement with a smile, and took out a card from the deck: "Then, the teacher will take out a card at will, and communicate with the classmates a little bit. This card has the attached fairy tale. This card is called...[The Hermit]. "

  …

  Look at Teacher Gu Qingtian who was talking on the podium.

   Molly, who has been entangled in the source of the inexplicable "sense of sight", slammed the table.

   "Huh? That young girl classmate, do you have a different opinion on what the teacher said?" The loud bang made Gu Qingtian look at Molly with a smile.

   "No, no opinion." Molly lowered her head quickly, her face slightly red.

I see.

   Molly finally understood why the teacher reminded her of Uncle G subconsciously.

   Their way of speaking and temperament are very similar.

   A good sentence can be divided into three paragraphs, and half a sentence is hidden.

   (end of this chapter)