Reborn as a Mad Dog from a Noble Family

Cherie Stopbol, as her name suggests, is a woman with long brown hair and a sweet appearance.

Her fair skin, graceful figure, small and rosy lips and a pair of deer-like moist eyes make her look like she walked out of an oil painting.

When she stood on the podium and introduced herself with a charming smile, the students turned into wooden statues, staring blankly at Ms. Cherry.

There are only two exceptions, Dalio and Moshe.

The former held a pen in his hand with his head down, not knowing what he was doing.

The latter had a blank piece of manuscript paper in front of him, his eyes focused and calm, ready to take notes at any time.

"Hello, my lovely students." Cherry naturally noticed them. Her thick long eyelashes fluttered slowly and her red lips parted. "I'm Cherry Stopor. You can also call me - Little Cherry."

"Little cherry!"

Oh, look which idiot is so lacking in self-control?

It was Alva Bittenon.

Dalio raised his head briefly, then dropped it weakly again.

Alva's eyes were wide open, and he was extremely excited. His originally brown skin had turned black and red, like a ripe sweet potato.

great.

He is beyond help.

"Well... I hope we can get along well in the future." After a moment's silence, Cherry smiled and nodded, saying, "Well, let's officially start the class and open the first volume of the textbook "History of the Development of the Western Continent."

"We all know that there are five major plates in the world, which are collectively called the Western Continent, the Eastern Continent, and the Middle Land. Legend has it that there was a traveler..."

Teacher Cherry might be a good storyteller, Moshe thought as he took notes.

Her teaching style is like chatting with students. After quoting the original text in the textbook, she will tell a short story related to it.

The voice is ups and downs, and the tone is lively and varied, which makes people listen with great interest and enjoyment.

Knowledge may be forgotten as soon as the exam is over, but interesting things can remain in your mind for a long time.

In short, after this class, Teacher Cherry gained several loyal little fans, and Moshe deepened his understanding of the world view.

"Dalio, wanna have lunch together?"

"Ah... um."

The curly-haired roommate seemed out of sorts and responded vaguely.

The cafeteria of the Royal Academy of Rekton is on the top three floors of the complex building. It is surrounded by verdant vines and bold reptiles shuttle among them, exuding an atmosphere of green fields.

During lunch time, young people in different uniforms would come from all directions.

Although the college has no regulations on the use of canteens in different levels, students seem to have formed a conscious effort to leave the top floor with beautiful scenery and a quieter atmosphere to seniors in the advanced department.

The layout of the cafeteria is clear and concise. On the outermost side are windows for various types of meals, and in the middle is a dining area with four seats per table.

When Moshe and Dalio arrived at the cafeteria, most of the people were already seated at the dining area.

There are partitions between each table, which are made of hollow wood and have small vases on them, filled with flowers with fresh fragrance and elegant colors.

The western food window has the longest queues and is the most popular.

The noble sons came in groups of three or five and ordered a steak with a glass of red wine.

The exquisite presentation of the steak, the rich aroma of the red wine, the straight backs of the noblemen and the proper way of using the knife and fork, give one the feeling of dining in a western restaurant.

Dalio naturally blended into the group that was preparing to eat steak and drink red wine. He nodded slightly to Moshe, indicating that they should sit together and eat later.

Perhaps because his magic power was suppressed, it was difficult for Moshe's body to recover the vitality he had before in Fort McIntosh, and he did not feel any hunger at this time.

There was no one in line at the snack window. He walked up to it slowly, bent down slightly and said to the window: "Hello, please give me an egg sandwich and a glass of milk."

Then came the woman's cheerful response, "It will be ready soon!"

Mo Xie stuck the grade token, which was cufflinks, on a wooden board engraved with the school emblem, which counted as registration for meals.

As the woman said, this simple meal can be prepared quickly.

In less than a minute, the distinctive triangular sandwich and a cup of steaming milk were served on the counter.

A round hand stretched out from the inside of the window, and a few strands of brown hair appeared at the same time.

"Hmm? You're a stranger!" the woman asked in a familiar voice, "What's your name, kid?"

"Mo Xie."

"That's a nice name! Little guy, you look as thin as a straw, go and have your meal!" After saying that, the white and round hand and a few strands of brown hair shook gently and then disappeared.

Straw? This body?

Mo Xie looked down at his limbs which were not as thin after exercise, then looked at the empty window and chuckled, then took the food tray to find Dalio.

Dalio chose a position near the corner, with no one around him.

His back looked a little tired, with his head drooping, giving a feeling of weakness and helplessness.

When Moshe sat down opposite him, he raised his head slightly, his eyes slowly shifting from the plate of sandwiches to Moshe's face.

What's wrong? Mo Xie didn't say anything, but looked back at Dalio and asked with his eyes.

Dalio's eyes became evasive for a moment, and he spoke slowly: "Uh... I just think you eat a little less."

Hearing this, Mo Xie looked at his plate.

A few green beans, a small piece of beef, a spoonful of mashed potatoes and a bowl of vegetable soup.

It seems that there is not much difference in their appetite.

Mo Xie smiled and said in a kind tone: "You too, don't have much appetite?"

Dalio suddenly realized this and opened his mouth, looking like he wanted to refute but was a little conflicted.

Many freshmen came to the cafeteria one after another, and the atmosphere gradually became lively. In this situation, it seemed that no matter what was said, it would be drowned out by the noise.

"...I really don't have much appetite." Dalio hesitated for a moment, but chose to answer truthfully.

"Maybe I'll have an appetite after the physical education class." In the eyes of Moshe, who is actually 30 years old, Dalio is a child who can't hide his thoughts.

The aura of different people will influence each other. He wanted to do something to help Dalio cheer up, just like he guided the new soldiers in his previous life.

So he suggested, "Well...how about we discuss our Chinese homework together tonight?"

Dario opened his eyes slightly and nodded somewhat flattered, "Okay, okay."

After saying that, the two of them raised their hands almost at the same time, one picked up the sandwich through the greaseproof paper, and the other held the knife and fork and began to eat quietly.

very strange.

Why is Moshe Mackintosh, the Marquis's boy, so friendly to me?

On the way to the playground, Dalio couldn't help but carefully observe the people around him.

Mingming had never interacted with anyone before, and he gave off an aura that made him unapproachable. He was a person with a fickle personality and who always kept to himself.

Do you want something from me?

No, no, that's impossible.

Dalio immediately dismissed this unrealistic idea.

He writes beautiful Chinese and can perfectly answer the questions raised by Associate Professor Clapham.

Originally he just wanted to complete his own tasks, but now he said he was willing to discuss course assignments with me.

It was clearly me who benefited.

So...why?

With a conflicted mood, Dalio followed Moshe unconsciously.