Mysterious journey

The club was recruiting people until the end of the night and the time for the activities was set before Garen 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 whole new set, which cost several thousand yuan. I also contacted the legal consultant arranged by my mother, Teres, to buy 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 a few problems, Garen 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. They held the tome on their heads and gnawed until midnight, unable to sleep.

Within a few months of entering school, the thin people became even thinner, and the fat people lost a lot of weight. I only sleep four or five hours a day. Although it is not a professional course, the basic courses have high requirements and are deep enough, which is a heavy burden for several people.

"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. Read the information while eating.

"I'm going to go. Professor Alvin explained the questions in the last class very carefully and thoroughly. You 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, with a cup of hot coffee on the windowsill next to him. He was holding a copy of the Nottington Morning News that was just delivered today, reading and drinking coffee.

Messi gave him a sad look.

"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 looks. While they were studying, Garen was sleeping (practicing secret martial arts). While they were preparing their homework papers, Garen was drinking coffee and reading the newspaper. While they were going to attend lectures, Garen also had to go to the club to participate in activities.

"Don't you think so?" Garen put down his coffee cup, "I also did a thesis. It's just 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, and 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. When he couldn't help hearing 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 Gallon.

"come on!"

"Don't worry! Beat him!!"

The two people behind shouted loudly.

Gallon laughed and twirled around the balcony, trying not to be caught by Messi.

Such jokes between the two of them were common during this period, although there were indeed some reasons why the three of them couldn't stand the Galleons. Mainly because he was playing while you were busy, but in the end the professor praised him instead of himself.

Naturally, Messi returned to his seat angrily, suddenly realizing that his time had been wasted by Galleons again, and yelled that he had skipped lunch and had to 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 campus.

If there is class in the morning, I go to school. When there is no class, I check information books and do my homework. I occasionally go 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. .

Galliville's studies are extremely heavy, 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 a qualified evaluation be obtained. The so-called assessment of a course is actually mostly decided by the professor. If he says your paper is good and if you pass it, you will get the credit. If he says your writing is too bad, even if you are in every class this semester, In the end, it may also be a failing result.

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 leave, and a new president will be elected. 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 help me shout a few words when the time comes!" Serena laughed.

"Okay." Garen nodded.

The most unremarkable life made him feel bored to the point of boredom, and he just happened to have some novel activities to check out.

After returning to the dormitory and bringing lunch to the other two people, Galen returned 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 to them one by one, and then 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 and building a sandcastle in a black dress.

"Remember to bring me a gift when you come back." - Raphael

Garen thought for a moment.

"Are you still in Grandor?"——Garen

I didn't expect a reply right away.

"Well, 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, without any 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 Galen arrived, there were already many people in the classroom. 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, seemingly 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, and then there is the scope of 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 then 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 muscles in his waist and arms and did not look particularly strong. The other is petite and has a ponytail, and seems to be just here to learn how to prevent wolves.

Even among such a large group of newcomers, she is pretty and pretty. 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. 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.

Whether in the eyes of old students or newcomers, this new member seems to have looked a little different from ordinary newcomers in the past few months.

Previously he was just watching the club training, but now that the newcomers were officially joining the training, he still looked as calm as before, without excitement or fear. It seems like just a normal 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.