The Devil's Escape Diary

Hughes waved his hand: "Basic operation, basic operation."

Hughes returned to his residence, and his affairs today caused a lot of dissatisfaction among students.

There are even more rumors in the academy. Some say that no one is playing tricks on Seuss, and some say that Seuss actually did not escape. Of course, this piece of Seuss does not need to be thought to know that Marshall did it.Of course, it is also said that this may be the teaching style of Hughes.

But soon I was shocked and went back. Is your home teaching style self-study?Does the tutor dry the hair?

Anyway, there are all kinds of news, and the speed of spread is no less than that of Hughes killing a group of killers.

But in the evening, this matter finally ushered in a turning point.

Seuss is going to give a small class tomorrow, and the students are those who really listen to him and study in the classroom.

At this moment, the rumors stopped instantly.

So... what the professor said in class was not to escape himself, but... is it really this style?

Even more confused are some tutors and professors. Damn, this person has no students yet, what is this?Elected a bunch of students all at once?

As for those students who left early, they regret it. Many of them actually plan to stay. Maybe the professor will be back in a while?But after the mentor professor and some friends left cursingly, they could only follow.

In this way, an amphitheater with more than 200 seats, plus the students standing and listening to the class, fully accommodated the class of 300 people, but in the end only more than 20 people remained.

Fisher and his five younger brothers who joined the laboratory are six of them.

Among these twenty people, special enrollment accounted for half, and the remaining half consisted of three nobles and seven commoners, but these commoners were also from those with a good family background with a chamber of commerce.

When Hughes got this statistic, he was quite open. According to his budget, it would be nice to have ten people in the classroom.

But obviously, the result was beyond Hughes' expectations.

With a complex expression, Toby took Hughes to see the simulation laboratory. After telling Hughes how to use this laboratory, he said with a face of fear: "Professor, you can't do any more pigeons this time! There are only three in the classroom in the college, and the tutors are queuing at the back. This afternoon, you made everyone feel unconvinced. If you come again, those tutors who were cut in the queue will probably be blown up."

"Don't worry, don't worry." Hughes smiled.

When Hughes thought it was dusty, the door of the room suddenly slammed.

On the 9th, he went to open the door and found a guy with an angry face standing outside.

Marshall.

This guy said angrily as soon as he entered the door: "Hughes! You are so damn me!"

"Speaking is reasonable." Hughes said flatly: "It is illegal to spread rumors."

"Don't give me this set!" Marshall stared angrily: "Are you afraid! Are you afraid of me taking your class, you deliberately studied by yourself today!"

"Oh, hello, see if you can." Hughes looked disdainful: "I am a high-level demon and martial artist, afraid that you are a middle-level expert on big blades?"

"That's a knight sword!" Marshall yelled, "I am a knight! Not a middle-level man with a big blade!"

"It doesn't make a difference in my opinion."

"Don't change the subject! Humph! You are just afraid!"

Hughes smiled slightly; "Then, if you think I'm scared, come to my class tomorrow."

"You think I'm afraid of you!" Marshall raised his neck: "What will you teach tomorrow!"

Hughes tilted his head and uttered two words: "Real combat."

Marshall's body stiffened suddenly, he thought about it, and suddenly turned his head and left: "Oh, it suddenly occurred to me that my father asked me to go to the college to do something, maybe I won't be able to go to class, you'd better notify me next time."

With that said, Marshall whizzed and ran out from Hughes.

ps: Third, there are two more to write.Today I called my mother to talk about raising cats, but my mother told me a more terrifying thing, saying that my father was suddenly fooled by someone to go stocks.

This scared me, so I smashed the stock market. That's stock trading. What's more, it's just using money to make money.Swish twice and it's gone.

Let me quickly talk to my dad about the stock market. After talking dryly for an hour, it made sense.

Chapter six hundred and sixteen: the real mage (five more)

This time it can be said that everything went well.

The next day, when Hughes arrived in the classroom, there were already a circle of people outside.

Hughes walked in, and the twenty students selected yesterday were sitting everywhere in the classroom.

After seeing Hughes coming, Fisher ran over quickly: "Professor, you are here."

"What's the situation outside?" Hughes wondered.

"Let's see what you are going to teach today." Fisher said with a smile: "But don't worry about them, they can't get in, so today...what are you going to teach."

Hughes glanced at the classroom. The ten special admissions students had already stood up, and the remaining few came over lazily.

Hughes waved his hand: "Assemble."

In this way, a group of students gathered in front of Seuss.

Their strength is similar, the only mid-level is Fisher, and all the rest are low-level. The difference is that some are just low-level, and some have stabilized their realm.

"How many magicians?" Hughes asked.

"Professor." One of the boys with a whip couldn't help but said, "Otherwise we will stay over there to study something."

"Yes." Hughes nodded: "How many practical lessons have you taken before?"

"Have you ever attended it?" Fisher quickly said, "Even freshmen in the academy will take the actual combat class."

Hughes nodded, he looked at these students: "How do you feel that some students are not very happy."

"Professor." A thief and good-looking guy in obvious clothes raised his hand: "I was asleep at the time.....I...Can I not take the actual combat class?"

"Why?" Hughes asked curiously.

The actual combat class in the Magic Academy should be similar to the physical education class. Why don't these guys like it?Are they all a group of A Zhai?

"Because there are not enough people, Professor." The student said helplessly: "The actual combat class, you only have our magicians and no knights soldiers from the outer courtyard. This is not an actual combat class, this is a target shooting class...what's so good about this."

Hugh was stunned for a moment. He now knows why a circle of people outside is coming to see, and the sentiment group is all watching jokes.

Thinking of this, Hughes had already spoken: "That's right, this time the actual combat class...I need you to forget the things you learned before. This is a practical combat class for you without the protection of knights and soldiers."

A group of students who were still a little godless suddenly came to their minds: "Professor, are you serious?"

Hughes was happy: "What did I lie to you for? You didn't say it yourself, only the inner court but not the outer court."