Reborn as a Mad Dog from a Noble Family

It’s no wonder that the dormitory supervisor found it unbelievable. The photo on Mo Xie’s student ID card and the current him are completely different.

[Name: Moshe Mackintosh]

【Sex: Male】

[Place of Origin: Renekton Kingdom]

【Date of Birth: March 1092, 9】

【Major: Linguistics-Chinese】

【Rating: E】

【Grade: Middle School】

【证件有效期：1103年8月28日-1109年8月28日】

The student ID card of Rekton Royal Academy is extremely exquisitely designed.

The dark blue hard cover is printed with gold-plated text, and the information page contained inside is tightly wrapped in a film of unknown material. No matter how it is bent, it will return to a flat state.

You can't feel any extra weight when holding it in your hand, and it is very light to carry.

I'll find time to upload new photos later.

After finding the elevator facilities according to the signs, Mo Xie went directly to the ninth floor of the dormitory building.

The view from the high floors is very wide. Standing by the glass window in the corridor, he can see the cross-shaped building in the distance at a glance.

"Jessica, look, this is the new magic I learned!"

"Eh? This little ball seemed to pause in the air?"

"Hehe, because this is a magical spell that can turn back time!"

"Time magic? That's amazing! Please teach me, Leta!"

The two girls were immersed in discussing magic, and they just looked at Mo Xie curiously when he stopped for a moment and then walked past them.

Time magic?

Mo Xie was a little surprised when he caught this key word.

Because in the previous world, time magic and space magic could only be practiced by people of a high level. Even Victoria, the Green Sage, only knew a little bit about it.

If this world was really created by God, then God's preference for this world is too obvious.

Mo Xie was almost at the end of the corridor when he suddenly shivered involuntarily.

The air is humid on rainy days, and the coolness between my sleeves has not yet dissipated. The morning mist condenses into tiny water droplets that cling to my neck and back, as if trying to squeeze into my skin, making me feel bone-chillingly cold.

This is not just a physiological reaction.

This is a place where magic can be used freely. However, since he has no magical power to protect him at this moment, he has already developed symptoms of magic intolerance.

If this continues, I might get a fever.

Judging from the condition of his body, he will probably have to stay in bed for a few days.

Something has to be done.

"Huh..." Mo Xie adjusted his breathing while enduring the increasing dizziness, and raised his hand to knock on the door.

- Knock knock.

No one responded inside.

"Then I'm coming in." After saying that, Mo Xie turned the handle and went directly into Room B0917.

The room is not big, just enough to accommodate three sets of beds. It has a gray tile floor and a white ceiling. In addition, it is equipped with basic furniture such as tables, chairs, and lockers.

There are two pots of flowers on the windowsill, with fresh colors and gorgeous appearance. It seems that they have been carefully cared for every day.

After confirming that the set of beds in the middle had not been used, Moshe took off his wet coat, relaxed, and closed his eyes.

A bonfire was burning in the vast spiritual world, and several almost transparent figures were sitting on the ground around it.

In the light of the fire, the surrounding scene showed a hazy outline.

There are piles of rocks, it is desolate and barren, and the bare branches are crumbling.

Despite being in this environment, the young people were still talking and laughing.

Mo Xie watched the scene quietly, his eyes full of nostalgia.

After several fierce battles, the tough combat uniforms made of special materials were inevitably damaged.

The soldiers used the flames to keep warm, but their inner linings were exposed to the air and still attracted cold air.

Whenever this happened, they would find a way to keep their bodies warm.

Withdrawing his consciousness from the spiritual world, Mo Xie raised his hand and pressed the place where his heart beat, using his mental power to weaken his body sensation. He felt a little heat, and then radiated it to his whole body.

……

The coldness gradually subsided, Mo Xie moved his eyeballs and opened them.

He heard the voices of young people talking in the corridor.

"B0917? Have you applied to change dormitories?"

"Yeah, my previous roommates always affected my studies."

"Haha, then how can you guarantee that your roommate won't do that this time?"

The young man paused, then opened the door and said fearlessly, "I'm better than them anyway, I'm sure..."

His new roommate sat upright at the end of the bed, smiled kindly and said, "Hello."

"Uh, hello..."

"My name is Moshe MacIntosh, just call me by my first name."

"Oh, I'm Dario Gonaway... huh?"

What did he say his name was?

That Moshe Mackintosh?!

Dario Gonaway, with his curly brown hair, appears calm on the surface, but he is crying out helplessly in his heart.

"Come on, little Neville!"

His friends who were traveling with him looked like they were enjoying a good show. They lowered their voices to cheer him on, and then left him alone.

Damn it!

Dalio controlled his stiff body and walked into the room, muttering to himself.

How could it be Moshe Mackintosh? How could it be one in a thousand, and I should be the one?

The point is, he looked weird.

You always had a sloppy hairstyle and wore black clothes before. How come you look like this after coming back from vacation?

If I share a dormitory with him, it would be better not to change!

But it's too late now. You can only apply for a dormitory change once a school year.

Dalio didn't know where to look, so he squatted down and silently packed his luggage.

"Mr. Gonavi, what's your major?"

Unexpectedly, Mo Xie would take the initiative to talk to him. Dalio froze and turned his head mechanically to respond: "Uh... I majored in special effects potion mixing and minored in Chinese."

Mo Xie nodded thoughtfully, then stretched out his thin, white hand to him, "Then please give me more guidance in the future, roommate."

The last two words hit Dalio's heart hard. He felt extremely painful, but he couldn't show it. He could only quietly wipe the sweat off his hands on his pants and hold Mo Xie's hand back.

"Please give me more advice."

So cold.

He is truly a cold-blooded creature.

After counting to three seconds in his mind, Dalio gently withdrew his hand. Fortunately, the man in front of him did not show any dissatisfaction.

Unlike Dalio, who had a lot of thoughts in his mind, Moshe folded his hands in front of him and fell into deep thought.

From the conversation just now, he learned a useful information - students in Wangjia College can choose major and minor majors.

He is a Chinese, so he doesn't need to learn Chinese. So can he apply to the college leaders to change his major, or take a minor in another major?

Mo Xie opened the college brochure again and his eyes fell on the "secondary majors" in the education and teaching content section.

They all look interesting.