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Arthur got up early in the morning, he tidied himself up as fast as he could, and left the dormitory quietly - he didn't want to disturb Dika, his crazy appearance was still vivid in his memory yesterday, the first day he attended class with Senior Karl, Arthur didn't want to be affected by such a person.Besides, Arthur doesn't plan to have more communication with Dika.Judging from yesterday's performance, Dika's feelings for Senior Karl are obviously more than just liking him - he is even a little nervous, obviously there is no redundant communication between the two, but he looks like Senior Karl can't contact anyone except him The way he looked, he couldn't see the calmness at the beginning.

It was just a few words with Carl, and then went out to have a meal together, and Dika looked betrayed, which made people shudder... Forget it, thinking about those annoying things, Arthur shook his head, full of heart. Walking expectantly toward the cafeteria—he was going to finish his meal quickly and then go to the arena.

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Before Carl arrived at the arena, he went to the freshman practice room to get several different types of C-level armor. When he arrived at the arena, Arthur had already been waiting for a long time.

The students who had already arrived in the class looked curiously at this elementary school boy who was accepted by Karl, but perhaps because of their temperament, they all just smiled and nodded with Arthur, and didn't go forward to ask questions to satisfy themselves that they were about to overflow curiosity.For this elementary school boy, perhaps their biggest impression is that he is so heroic!

"Did you wait a long time?"

Carl nodded to the other students and walked straight to Arthur.

"Good morning, senior. I'm a little excited. I got up early and didn't wait long. Is this in the hands of the senior?"

Arthur, adhering to the good royal family, first said good morning to Carl, and then began to speak.

"Oh, these."

Carl looked down into his arms.

"These are the mechas you used for practice. I'll stop by the freshman side to get them, so you won't have to go there later to get them."

"I was negligent."

Arthur felt a little embarrassed.

"fine."

Carl looked at the light brain.

"Haven't you fully digested what you saw yesterday? For the next time, you should first digest what you learned yesterday. If you have any questions in the middle, you can ask me anytime. Practice now."

"Good senior."

Arthur nodded, took the mecha in Carl's hand, and without saying much, he lowered his head and started to move: he used his mental power to find the weak point of the mecha at the fastest speed, and began to disassemble it in the most primitive way ——It’s not that he doesn’t want to imitate Carl, it’s just that he understands Carl’s gestures, but he can’t see the movements of his palms clearly, so he doesn’t dare to act rashly.But even so, a correct technique and yesterday afternoon's practice, coupled with Arthur's comprehension, still allowed him to achieve amazing results, three C-level armor demolition, 2 minutes and 46 seconds!

! ! ! Σ(っ°Д°%3B)っ

The students in the class looked at Arthur in shock. At 2 minutes and 46 seconds, he was the second in their class (Carl was the first), and this freshman had only officially started to practice disassembly for less than two months. As for the results, it can only be said that it is no wonder that Karl has taken a fancy to him.The big monsters can only look at the little monsters.What's more, this elementary school boy has not been taught by Karl yet, and he can achieve such terrifying results only by his own efforts. It is hard to imagine how far he will improve when Karl teaches him.

however……

"Not enough, continue."

Carl assembled the Mecha C that Arthur had dismantled in an instant, frowning slightly, a little dissatisfied.

"Yes!"

Arthur's eyes were bright, and he obviously agreed with Carl's statement. Without too much pause, he once again immersed himself in the disassembly.

(ó﹏ò), the students in the class looked at the serious Carl, and then at the hardworking Arthur, his face was full of "Are you serious?" The value is not enough, they all want to kill these two people, and they still look very dissatisfied with this result, what do you think?Want to go to heaven?Want to stand shoulder to shoulder with the sun? !

However, the two parties didn't feel how much they complained in their hearts. They still went their own way and said things that would make people more angry than their lives.

However, the students didn't struggle for too long, because tutor Andrew came to the arena soon, and they were about to start their own practice.

Carl's homework is still one more class B than theirs, and the speed is still maintained at the 40 minutes before class-after yesterday they realized that this kid's 40 minutes every time is not because this is his limit, but It just so happened that he was 40 minutes the first time, and then he didn't want to change it. Thinking about it this way, his hands felt itchy again.

It was Arthur who took the time to watch Carl dismantle the Class B armor for a few seconds. However, after confirming that he couldn't see clearly, Arthur simply buried himself in his practice and watched Carl very satisfied with his calm and self-control.

Arthur's task these days is to improve his proficiency, and Carl has nothing to teach. After finishing his own exercises and assembling them, he was called by Andrew to chat.

"That's the seedling you're looking for? Your Highness the Third Prince, isn't that right? The qualifications are very good?"

Andrew hasn't seen Arthur's practice speed yet. He has been teaching a few students who have encountered bottlenecks just now, so he freed up time.

"It's him. His aptitude is very good. Instructor Andrew can take a look for himself."

Carl tapped his chin in Arthur's direction—he was about to start a new set.

"Oh, let me see."

Andrew looked at it with great interest, and then...

"Where did you find such a little monster? After only two months of practice, he actually surpassed the rest of our class. With such a good qualification, all you can say is 'very good'. You really..."

Andrew was a little speechless. He knew that someone who could be favored by Karl must be very talented, but he didn't expect that Arthur's talent would be so good. No wonder Karl was willing to put him by his side. You know, Karl usually I don't like to ask for trouble.

"I happened to find out yesterday when I was looking for Kastin's tutor. It's really not very good. He still has something to learn."

Carl said sternly, although Andrew had the urge to hit him after hearing this, but it was also his sincerity. In his opinion, Arthur still had a lot to learn—of course, Arthur himself felt the same way.

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