Atypical Survival [Quick Transmigration]

Bai Chengchi sat in the middle of the third row with a blank face.Pei Li came around from behind him and sat on the seat on his left. By the way, he raised his legs and shook slightly. It was just like this two shakes. He suddenly froze and looked at the three people next to him with a somewhat horrified expression. Prince.

The gaze that looked over was extremely cold, as fierce as if it wanted to tear people apart.So much so that Pei Li showed an ugly smile, and muttered: "I just shake my legs, why are you so fierce."

The person sitting next to him should not belong to Pei Li.

Bai Chengchi thought.

It's just that although Ji Zhuixing walked with him, he staggered before entering the classroom.

Ji Zhaixing looked a little sorry: "Sitting next to Senior Bai is too eye-catching. I'll just sit in the back row."

Because it was a class break, Ji Zhaixing even wore a hat and a mask on purpose today. Sitting quietly in the crowd like this is certainly not ostentatious, but if there is a white pond next to it, I am afraid that even if you sit in the last row, you will be glanced at. See, the teacher pays attention.

Although Bai Chengchi was unwilling—their relationship was not ulterior, but he couldn't say anything to refute it, but he felt a little regretful in his heart.

He only thought that Ji Jiexing was in the same room with him, and the two of them were only comforted by being far away.

Ji Zhaixing was indeed looking at Bai Chengchi from the back row.

The silver-haired prefect was handsome and arrogant, and his sitting posture was impeccable. People talked to him from time to time, but Pei Li was the only one sitting beside him.Before the instructor entered the classroom, for some reason, Pei Li also left beside him and sat in the back.

There was nothing around him, as if he had been isolated.

Ji Zhaoxing was slightly startled.

Of course, isolation is impossible, but as the third prince of the royal family, Bai Chengchi may also be under a lot of pressure.

When Ji Zhaixing was considering whether to send a newsletter to inquire, the instructor of this historical battle class had already come in.

The instructor on the stage was probably the oldest one Ji Jiexing had seen in the academy, with several deep grooves on his face, like dried swallow skin, with a little white beard, and his eyebrows and hair were also dry and pale color.

The corners of the lips are slightly bent downwards, looking not very easy to get along with.

In fact, this instructor Corso is indeed quite harsh and demanding. He is a professor with a high title specially hired by the college. He has taught for more than 50 years and has rich experience.

He didn't have the handwritten lesson plans that he was keen to carry with him, but a stack of extremely thick Jubei paper. How the Koso Mentor brought it here.

Corso asked the students to pass the papers down again, and each took five papers, but when they arrived at Ji Zhaoxing, there were more than 20 papers left.Ji Zhaixing was about to hand over the extra, but saw the mentor on the stage suddenly angrily reprimanded a few words, and the turquoise long staff in his hand knocked on the ground with a bang.

His eyebrows were raised, and he was so angry with the scolding that Ji Zhuixing was slightly taken aback, but the Zhubei paper was still in his hand.

What Corso reprimanded was that the assignments he assigned last time had huge errors and omissions, and almost half of the people wrote wrong questions, so angry that the old tutor began to doubt himself.

He handed out papers today, not to let these students write self-criticisms, but to test them in class.

As an old gentleman, he used to accept only handwritten manuscripts.The students who were not used to using pen and paper wailed a few more words in their hearts at this time.

Corso turned around and wrote a few words on the light curtain behind him, which is the exam topic this time.

Ji Zhai Xing: "..."

His luck was really bad, it was just that he didn't attend the class, and he just happened to catch up with the quiz.

Ji Zhaixing was even tempted to leave secretly, but just as he stood up from his seat, he saw the old man's eagle-like sharp eyes shooting down, locking him tightly.

Instructor Corso cleared his throat, looking impatient.

Ji Zhai Xing: "..."

He sat back obediently.

Bai Chengchi turned his head and looked at him, although he was full of sympathy, but also with a little gloating smile.It seemed that there were eyes behind him, and he saw the scene when he was about to slip out just now, but was pushed back.

Ji Zhaoxing had no choice but to start the quiz.

The pen was placed on the desk, not the black ink pen that Ji Zaixing usually used. Fortunately, he didn't pick it very much, except for the first few words that were a bit difficult to write, and then it became smooth and smooth.

The exam questions assigned by the instructor happened to be related to the cold weapon battle, so that although Ji Zhaixing hadn't attended the class, he had something in his pen. Combined with what he knew about the history of this interstellar plane, he quickly wrote an answer sheet. .

After finishing writing, the surrounding area was still quiet, obviously there was still a long time before the end of the test.

Ji Zhaixing couldn't hold back, and started to write the second answer. Compared with the previous well-regulated analysis, this time the writing style is much wilder, and many inferential topics are added in it very loosely. I couldn't stop, and wrote about ten pieces in an eloquent manner.

After Ji Zhaoxing stopped writing, he felt that this answer was actually a little unrealistic.What's more, there are not many Zhubei papers left, so he simply started to analyze a previous argument. This time, due to the need to consult a large amount of information, the process was slow, and rigorous inferences everywhere took the most time, but only filled the paper. three sheets of paper.

When he ordered the three answer sheets, the in-class test just happened to be over.

When the students who came to collect the answer sheets received the copy of Ji Zhai Xing, they were still a little confused. Why did they hand in all the other students' papers together with so many?It just so happened that Ji Zhaixing was still wearing a mask, so he couldn't see his face clearly, but the outstretched hand was extremely beautiful and slender, the wrist was white and delicate, and the slightly protruding wrist bone was impressively thin.

Which student is this in their class?

The fourth grader frowned, and before he could ask, he heard Corso's instructor call him, and he couldn't take care of it for a while, so he went back.

Ji Zhaixing still has classes after four o'clock in the afternoon, so he didn't expect to miss class today.Because he was afraid of being late, he left through the back door almost as soon as it was over, and did not speak to Bai Chengchi.

When Bai Chengchi stood up and looked back, he happened to see the young man's slender back leaving, paused for a moment, then turned around casually, as if he hadn't thought of doing anything just now.It's just that the light in his eyes dimmed slightly, his whole body was as if covered with a layer of ice, and even Pei Li didn't dare to provoke him.

The terminal clasped on his wrist rang.

Bai Chengchi looked down, it was a message from Ji Zhaixing——

"I'll go to class first, see you tonight."

“I have Strawberry Millefeuille in the fridge. :)”

This ":)" smiling expression was learned by Ji Zhaixing from his tutor Sophia.

And Bai Chengchi looked at the cute symbol, thinking of the way Ji Zhuixing typed this sentence, his lips raised high, and he couldn't help laughing.

Pei Li looked at him in horror: "..."

What's going on, is this the king's unpredictable heart?

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Afterwards, Ji Zhaixing really got a few opportunities to rub lessons.

He is very low-key, and even though some mentors have discovered him, they don't care, and they don't specifically point it out, and sometimes they even mention Ji Zhaixing when they ask questions——

Although when he stood up to answer, the students beside him were a little dazed and couldn't remember which heir this was.

However, due to conflicts in the later courses of that historical battle class, Ji Zhaixing never found a second chance to go.

So much so that in that class, some embarrassing little accidents happened.

Mr. Corso's face is red today, and he is in high spirits.He is holding a stack of Zhubei paper in his hand, which is the proud work of his students. Although he was still angry with some ignorant students a few days ago, but when he saw those top talents, Koso felt that I can teach for another two years.

As soon as he entered the classroom, he took out the excellent answer sheet of the in-class test last time and projected it on the light screen for the reference of the fourth graders.

Among them, Bai Chengchi's answer sheet was the first, followed by comments on Pei Li, Meng Changxing and others.These are excellent students who are used to it. After the tutor Ke Suo finished his compliment, his tone suddenly became serious: "There is another very special student. The answer sheet handed in this time is perfect-yes, it can even be used the word to describe it.”

"Although he was low-key before, and the instructor didn't pay much attention to it, but this attitude moved me. I believe that this classmate will submit the same perfect works in the future."

Bai Chengchi's originally somewhat sloppy attitude suddenly condensed. He stared intently at the light screen, feeling a little bad foreboding in his heart.

Until he saw the answer sheet with familiar handwriting on the light screen.

The old Mr. Ke Suo said in a cadence: "I said perfect, not just referring to the content. Let me show you, this answer sheet covers a wide range of knowledge points, and it can be seen..."

He calmly introduced the characteristics of the length of the paper. The much-praised answer sheet is indeed well-conceived, and the handwriting is still elegant and beautiful, but it is not to the extent that even a person with such profound qualifications as Mentor Corso is full of praise.

It wasn't until Corso opened the second chapter and started to introduce, he said: "This is also the answer sheet handed in by that classmate, let's take a look..."

Fourth graders: "??"

Did they take two quizzes back-to-back when they didn't know it?

The answer sheet this time is bold and wild, and it also analyzes many fictional cold weapons. The style is extremely unique and is very appreciated by the students.Maybe Ke Suo didn't like it too much, but he also praised a few of its features, and then the instructor Ke Suo said: "The next one is the one I personally admire the most."

The fourth graders raised a question mark again.

On the other hand, Bai Chengchi couldn't help but chuckle, his eyes full of interest.

Sure enough, it has the style of picking up stars.

When Instructor Ke Suo finished speaking, he was still very interested, and said, "Then, I would like to ask Ji Zhaixing to explain his answering ideas."

The fourth graders below looked at each other in blank dismay.Because of their family relationship, their personal connections are very close, even if they are not close, it is not impossible to forget their names.Just like "Ji Zhai Xing", they are very sure that there is no such person in the fourth grade, and the name is not...

Facing the empty podium where no one answered, Corso was obviously also in embarrassment.

"Ji Zhai Xing." He called out again.

Because the punishment for skipping classes is extremely severe, generally no students would skip classes, but Corso met such a "rebellious" person.

Especially before, Ke Suo didn't have any impression of Ji Zhaixing, which can also be explained, because the seriousness of Ji Zhaixing, a student, may only be at a specific time... Ke Suo's heart was suddenly filled with hatred anger, and didn't want to punish directly, some couldn't step down.

Before the old man was completely angry, Bai Chengchi had already stood up, and said helplessly, "Your Excellency, Instructor, Ji Zhaoxing is not a fourth-year student. He is a first-year freshman..."

Bai Chengchi paused, and said, "Come to listen with me."