Reborn as a Mad Dog from a Noble Family

After the opening ceremony, the crowd left in an orderly manner under the guidance of the signboards. Dean Dole was very pleased to see this scene and nodded.

In the middle school dormitory building, on a quiet night, Moshe and Dalio sat on the bed and at the desk respectively.

Although we are of the same age, there is not much to talk about.

Although he was shocked and afraid of his roommate who had a bad reputation, he still tried to focus on the textbook.

It is indeed as he said, he changed dormitories only for studying.

Mo Xie closed his textbook, and when he stopped writing to take a break, he took the initiative to suggest, "Let's go to the classroom together tomorrow, classmate Gonawei."

"Ah... um." The little brown curly-haired boy slowly turned his head and faced his gaze with a evasive look as he said, "You can just call me Dario or Brother Neville."

"Okay, Dalio." Moshe pulled the rope hanging on the head of the bed, and the magic lamp went out.

If he wants to make friends, he will choose a more intimate name.

"Rest early, good night."

The other party did not respond, but seemed to be stunned for a moment, and his eyes fell cautiously on his side-lying figure.

The next morning, Moshe followed Dalio to the classroom.

"Good morning, little Neville."

"morning."

"Hey, little Neville, you must have missed breakfast again?"

"Well, I don't feel very hungry."

Different from his state when facing him, Dalio greeted other students with a smile, confident and generous.

When his classmates, or rather the students in the middle school department, saw him, they also showed a kind and friendly attitude.

"Classes are about to start. This is the seating chart for the new semester," said Dalio, pointing to the seating chart on the door.

"Okay, let me take a look." Mo Xie walked closer and saw his name at a glance, at the back right.

Dalio sat down first, folded his arms and placed them flat on the table, his back straight, looking like a good student.

Mo Xie also walked into the classroom, pulled out a chair and sat down, then placed his pre-class supplies on the table, quietly waiting for the first class of the new semester to begin.

——Ring, ring, ring.

A short bell rang, and a middle-aged man in a white and brown robe walked into the classroom.

Although his face has shown signs of aging, it still cannot conceal his handsome appearance.

He had a calm expression and steady steps, and his posture standing on the podium did not look like a scholar, but more like a knight enjoying his vacation.

The pair of emerald green eyes scanned the audience and finally fixed on one point.

"Moshe MacIntosh."

"Here." Mo Xie, who was suddenly noticed by the teacher, did not show any surprise, but looked back at the calm gaze.

"Come up and take roll call."

"Yes."

What's going on now?

Dalio, who was sitting two tables away from Moshe, had a complicated expression. He looked down at the densely packed words on his palm, then looked up at the two people on the podium who were getting along naturally.

Associate Professor Clapham's style of doing things is well known throughout the college.

Before he officially starts the class, asking a student to take roll call means that he will be selected as the class representative to assist him in completing academic tasks such as distributing homework, taking quizzes, and marking test papers.

This is the rule that has never changed in the ten years he has been teaching.

Dario Cornaway, the youngest son of Earl Cornaway and a loyal admirer of Associate Professor Clapham, immediately went to the Royal Library to apply for an annual card after learning that all professional courses in this academic year would be taught by Associate Professor Clapham.

He studied Chinese language day and night, hoping to leave a good impression on Associate Professor Clapham when school starts.

If he could become a class representative and get close to him, his entire student career would be complete.

If not, just as an ordinary student, he must perform actively in class, pass the exams perfectly, and get a grade above C.

"Joseph Buck."

"arrive."

However, Dalio could never have imagined that the person that Associate Professor Clapham fell in love with at first sight was the uneducated, mad dog gangster, Moshe McIntosh, who caused the terrible incident.

Other students were also shocked. They didn't dare to look at him openly. They just took a quick glance and then looked away.

"Alva Bittenon."

"arrive……"

His rating is only E! Just one point away from falling to the bottom of the F grade!

Did Associate Professor Clapham make a mistake? He should have looked at last semester's transcript beforehand!

"Audrey Cronin."

"uh-huh."

Could it be that the Marquis of Mackintosh said something to the dean, so Associate Professor Clapham gave him special treatment?

That’s right, there is only this possibility, that’s it!

What an evil guanxi household!

Feeling that his beliefs were challenged, Dalio roared in his heart.

After reciting the tongue-twisting name without any stumbling, Mo Xie turned around and asked, "Teacher, what else do you need me to do?"

There are only nine students' information on the roster, which shows how unpopular the Chinese language major is.

When Dario heard this well-behaved inquiry, he quickly looked at the other students.

As expected, when their eyes met, they conveyed emotions of surprise, confusion, and even panic.

Teacher? Is that what Moshe Mackintosh would have called her?

According to past circumstances, this guy should have returned to his seat with a gloomy face, without saying a word, and then lowered his head to do his own thing.

He should be sleeping, reading, or skipping classes to hang out outside, doing things that have nothing to do with studying and are common to everyone in the college.

"Sign here." Clapham's fingertips lightly tapped the bottom of the roster.

The feeling of holding the pen and the tip of the pen against the paper is very familiar.

Moshe applied a little force with his knuckles, and a stream of fresh ink slowly spread out.

When he was the deputy head of a regiment in his previous life, apart from going out on missions and fighting, the thing he did most was to clean up the mess left by the head of the regiment - military documents.

"good."

Dalio couldn't help shaking his head. In order to maintain his elegant aristocratic image, he couldn't use his little finger to clean his ears.

He couldn't believe what he was hearing.

Associate Professor Clapham, who was knowledgeable, always arrogant and even a little unkind, actually expressed his praise for Moshe Mackintosh, whom he had never even looked at.

However, what shocked Dalio even more was yet to come.

He stared blankly at Mo Xie returning to his seat, spreading out his textbook, holding a pen with his slender white fingers, his back straight, and staring ahead with sharp eyes.

Is there something wrong with my brain, or is there something wrong with the world?

Moshe Mackintosh, the second to last student in the middle school, actually started to listen to the lectures seriously?

Of course, it is normal for a poor student to suddenly want to study hard. Seizing the fleeting inspiration is a very meaningful thing.

But the strangest thing is, what happened during the leave that could cause such a gloomy and lazy person to change his temperament so drastically?

Dalio was so caught up in a whirlpool of doubt that he missed the fleeting smile of Associate Professor Clapham during the lecture, and the brilliant answer of Moshe Mackintosh that left the other students speechless.