Magical Strategist

At this moment, a woman's voice came from outside the training ground: "Mr. Huo, the dean asked you to come over."

"What does the old man want from me?" Baggio asked angrily.

"It seems to be related to the master-disciple exchange meeting tomorrow."

"I know." Baggio responded lightly and left gracefully.

"It's getting late. You should go back and rest early. Don't be late for class tomorrow!" When he walked to the door, Baggio did not forget to warn him.

"Yes, Master!" Zhenlong replied respectfully, but actually he said in his heart: Let's go, let's go as far as possible!

When Baggio was completely gone, Zhenlong breathed a sigh of relief. But having said that, his head was violently shaken one after another, at least seven or eight times, which almost killed him. The real dragon really wanted to thank the woman at the door. If she hadn't appeared in time, he would have suffered a few violent shocks.

It was eight o'clock in the evening and it was completely dark.

With the flickering light from several oil lamps on the wall, Zhenlong saw the woman standing at the door: curly bangs, big eyes, big earrings, white shirt, tight skirt...

Isn't this Kelly?

Besides Kelly, who else could be such an extraordinary woman? Real dragons are instantly recognized.

"Zhenlong, you must be careful when practicing. That's a stone statue that Boss Huo saw is more important than life. It's already good that he didn't kill you." Kelly said.

"I'm sorry, it was indeed my mistake..." The real dragon admitted his mistake frankly.

"Also, in the past few days, you have been sleeping in class. What are you doing at night?" Kelly paused and continued to ask: "Also, I heard from the goddess that you don't go back to the dormitory at night. What are you doing? Where do you live?”

"This..." Zhenlong didn't want to tell the truth. Could it be that he would be stupid enough to tell Kelly everything? He stayed up at night these days because he was practicing the forbidden art of Three Thousand Worlds.

"Why are you so nervous? Okay, I just care about you and have no other meaning. If you don't want to tell me, forget it. By the way, you don't have to worry about the training ground. I will contact the maintenance staff to rebuild it as soon as possible. On the contrary, it’s you. As an instructor, I have to say a few words to you. First of all, no matter what, you can’t joke with your own life. Look at your hands. For the sake of cultivation, you are willing to give up your life, right? You are injured. You need to rest well! Also, the Bordeaux Competition is about to start. Don’t you want to participate? Don’t you want to get a good chance? Let me tell you, the competition is divided into two items: written examination and practical competition. No matter how good your actual combat ability is, "Qiang, if you can't pass the first round of written examination, you still have no chance to advance to the next stage." Kelly added.

"Is there still a written test?" Zhenlong said to himself.

"Of course, what do you think? Does having well-developed limbs alone make you a strong person? Without a smart mind and certain knowledge, you can never be considered a strong person. How should I say hello to you? Sleeping in class, there are so many important things You haven't memorized the basic literary knowledge, poetry and songs, these are closely related to your future life, so you have to spend time to understand them." Kelly added.

"Follow instructor Kaili's teachings!" Zhenlong said.

"Don't do this to me. I've long been used to your words." Kelly said angrily.

"Hey, I know you're doing it for my own good, but I'm... too tired at night and don't have the energy to attend classes during the day." Zhenlong said helplessly.

"I know, so I never disturb you when you sleep in class. According to the instructor's behavioral responsibilities, students who violate classroom disciplines should be severely criticized, but I didn't do so because I know your situation. And I also take care of other students. Instructor, please don't disturb your sleep. Didn't you notice?" Kelly asked.

"So thank you for understanding me." Zhenlong was extremely grateful.

"Come on, if you really want to thank me, don't stay up all night practicing from today on, and take good care of your body as soon as possible. Look, you are much thinner than when you first came to Bodor." Even Kelly didn't notice. The concern seems to have exceeded the scope of an instructor's concern.

Kelly's words inevitably made Zhenlong a little embarrassed. He didn't know how to answer. In the end, he just nodded slightly and said: "Understood!"

"Get ready and go back to the dormitory to sleep early. I hope to see you in high spirits tomorrow." After Kelly said a word of concern, she went back on her own.

Watching Kelly's graceful figure leaving, the real dragon couldn't help but be entranced. After all, Kelly's figure looked even more attractive under that tight black skirt. As long as he is a normal man, who would not be moved by it.

Kelly's words had to make the real dragon think deeply. She is absolutely right, wisdom and knowledge are crucial both in battle and in life. Sometimes, knowledge can allow a weak person to defeat a strong person who is ten or twenty times stronger than himself, just like the previous contest between the real dragon of Magoshan and the werewolf Tober. The real dragon finally defeated Tober with the power of nature. This is Knowledge is the embodiment of power.

Anyway, I finally completed Three Thousand Worlds today, which can be considered a successful conclusion to these fifteen days of hard training. Only then did Zhenlong decide to move back to the dormitory and sleep tonight.

Back in the dormitory, the students all looked at me strangely, as if they were thinking: Why are you coming back?

The real dragon ignored it and just returned to his room silently.

After sleeping on the floor for fifteen days, I finally returned to a comfortable bed. The real dragon stretched out and fell asleep soon...

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The next day, Zhenlong got up early.

Life has returned to those days when school first started. Get up at seven in the morning and have breakfast in the cafeteria.

I always meet Begonia every time I have breakfast. Today is no exception.

The real dragon is still the same as before, joking and teasing for a few words before running away.

He had enough sleep last night and he was full of energy today. I didn't doze off during class, and I listened carefully. Kelly couldn't help but feel relieved.

After the theory class ended, Zhenlong went to the cafeteria to eat.

Today is a bit special. The chief instructor, who never comes to the cafeteria to eat, is holding a lunch box and eating a big pot of rice like everyone else.

Seeing Baggio, the real dragon didn't dare to get close, for he was afraid that he would tremble violently before his anger subsided.

So I packed my meal and secretly chose an inconspicuous corner.

Unexpectedly, just as he sat down and before he started eating, a creepy voice appeared.

"You don't come over to say hello when you see me? Do you still think of me as a master?" Baggio sat next to the real dragon with a lunch box in his hand.

"Master, master..." Zhenlong was shocked.

"You look so damn innocent, I don't care about you." Baggio said.

"Master, are you still angry with me? Are you in a good mood today?" Zhenlong lowered his head and asked softly.

"Hahaha..." Baggio immediately laughed wildly, and the laughter lasted for several seconds. Just imagine, how terrifying it would be for a stern man to laugh suddenly?

"What do you think?" Baggio asked.

"I said you must still be angry." Zhenlong said.

"In your opinion, I, Baggio, am such a petty person?" Baggio asked.

"How is it possible? In my eyes, master is a hero and will always be my high-ranking role model! You are the dazzling morning star, illuminating the darkness in front of me; you are the lighthouse in the sea, pointing the direction for me; you are... "The real dragon flattered me and kept talking.

"Stop, stop, I'm not as great as you say. You're a good eloquent kid. It would be a waste not to be a poet." Baggio, who has always been famous for his harshness, will also praise others.