Chapter 22

With the reason of taking a bath, Lu Chen used the syringe, and the syringe disappeared automatically after use, as if it had never appeared, which surprised Lu Chen.

He doesn't worry about the low quality. Anyway, he is still based on secret blood. According to the system prompt, there may be other tasks in this world to obtain blood props.

He went back to bed and silently felt the changes in his body. Starting from the spinal cord, the sense of numbness and itching gradually spread all over his body. If Lu Chen hadn't had great endurance, he might roll all over the ground, but he lay in bed without saying a word.

There was nothing to say all night. Before the rising sun, two faint lights lit up in the dark bedroom.

At first it was light gold, almost invisible under the black eyes.

But through this experience, Lu Chen found a way to urge the blood to change the pupil color. He found an interesting thing, that is, his secret blood can be stimulated in the same way.

In the dark, the original pale gold gradually lit up, and the color became more magnificent, until it finally turned into red gold. It was like lava flowing in my eyes.

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"In 452 ad, Attila led troops to invade the cities in northeast Italy, and groups of dragon servants crossed the Po River. It was a raging tide and supreme majesty..."

On the podium, the content of the textbook came from the lecturer's mouth.

The powerful sound line makes people seem not to be listening to classes, but immersed in an epic film. People's thoughts are inadvertently taken to the ancient era, and their nose smells the smell of war.

The lecturer is tall and straight. His muscles fluctuate under a custom suit, which makes people suspect that he can be a bodybuilder when he takes off his clothes. He is really a hero who can walk on his arm.

The snow-white hair was taken care of neatly. The single spectacle on the left eye added some academic flavor to the old man. There was always a gentleman's smile on his face. The negative appearance of ordinary people brought by age did not show a trace on the old man. Instead, he was like a bottle of red wine hidden in Bordeaux winery for many years, which became more and more intoxicating with the years.

Hilbert Jean ange.

If you don't know the facts, it's hard to imagine an old man as old as 130 standing in front of you.

Lu Chen has no doubt that if the headmaster angre goes to a dinner party in the upper class, there will still be young aristocratic ladies falling in love with him. His charm has not declined with time, but is in a positive growth state.

Dragon family pedigree is a compulsory course for freshmen. Angre is the lecturer of this course and the only course in which no students dare to skip class.

The content of the course is true nonsense. Even if Lu Chen is not an aboriginal in the world, he can see how outrageous the things written in the textbook are.

Human beings did not learn to use fire by fighting with nature for millions of years, nor did flint or Prometheus bring fire to human beings, but the dragon family taught human beings to use tools and fire.

Attila, the Hun king, was a dragon, maybe a dragon king, so he couldn't force him. No one could stop him until Rome.

Chinese emperors call themselves dragon species, not bragging, because most of them are really mixed race, and even several ancient emperors suspected of Dragon Kings

Even more outrageous, these things are true.

Lu Chen didn't like this kind of culture class, but principal angre's course is humorous and funny. In addition, he really needs to understand part of the history of the world to let him understand what the enemy he will face.

Chu Zihang is obviously a good student. While listening carefully, he takes short notes in the textbook from time to time.

Lu Chen has begun to think that if he is "not good at learning" in the final exam in the future, he will hold Chu Zihang's thigh.

"Well, that's all for this class."

Angre looked at the time on his pocket watch and announced that class was over. He never procrastinated.

"Lu Chen, you stay."

Lu Chen, who was going to go to the canteen with Chu Zihang for a white whoring dinner, didn't know why he was called.

The other freshmen were all aware of it. They said that they had come. It was normal that the first S-level freshman of the college in recent years attracted the attention of the president.

The freshmen left the classroom wisely, and no one dared to listen to the corner in front of headmaster angre.

"Headmaster, do you have anything to tell me when you leave me alone?"

When facing the old man alone, Lu Chencai could vaguely feel the pressure from each other.

This made him feel incredible. He had never felt this kind of feeling in biology. His directness has always been sharp, that is to say, the old man can not only threaten him, but even be much better than him!

At zero time, Lu Chen thought of the spirit of headmaster angre, senior brother finger once mentioned to himself.

It is said that the bullet is like a sandbag thrown by a child in front of principal angre. He can even cut the bullet and jump in front of the enemy, cut the other party's throat, and then tidy up his collar. When time passes again, he has tasted there with a glass of red wine, as if what goes into his throat is not sweet wine, but intoxicating power and power.

This is a king level assassin. As long as you are in the same space with him, your neck will be held by his sharp blade!

Lu Chen is very fast. The physical test is far from his limit. If necessary, he can be more than ten times faster!

This is why he has the courage to imitate the spirit of the moment, but he knows that he can avoid bullets, but he can't race with bullets. He can't be faster than the old man in front of him.

"Are you used to staying in college?"

He didn't ask about his schoolwork or scold Lu Chen for his occasional distraction in class. His gentle tone seemed to be the simple concern of the elders for the younger generation.

"Everything in the college is very good. The students are very polite and the teacher's lectures are easy to understand."

Lu Chen is really satisfied. Except for the classes in the Department of alchemy machinery, he seems to be listening to heavenly books.

Although he is definitely smart, you let a person who even knows Arabic numerals slowly after contacting the West directly learn advanced subjects that Cambridge graduates may not understand. It's strange that he can understand them. The span is too large, and he doesn't mean to learn from scratch. Isn't it fragrant to go out to kill dragons at that time?

Angre listened to Lu Chen's words, smiled and nodded. He had heard that the child had not been exposed to any higher education before. He just practiced martial arts in the martial arts school after being accepted by his master. In terms of culture, he taught language and basic mathematics just for life. Chinese is his mother tongue, and English was learned by his master during his wandering years. He finally settled down, Vietnamese is only superficial.

So angre is worried that this child will not be able to keep up with the courses of the college. After all, although the things taught by the college are different, many disciplines still need a good foundation, such as magic mechanical design and alchemy chemistry.

But in fact, although the child was a little laborious, he could barely understand those complex and difficult courses (in fact, the homework assessment depended on holding Chu Zihang's thighs). Perhaps he benefited from the blood advantage, but he could also see that the child was very intelligent.

"What else?"

Ange asked with a smile.

"And... And the free window in the canteen is great."

Lu Chen thought and praised.

Ange burst out laughing. He heard the name of Lu Chen's big stomach king. Recently, the canteen management department has filed a document, "personal restrictions on free windows", which is now on his desk.