The days of learning black magic in another world

Ren Yuan felt that he was a bit lazy today, perhaps because the quilt was extraordinarily comfortable today, with a light and soft feeling when pressed against his body, and it was so warm that it made people reluctant to move their faces even if they crawled out.

But the sun was already hitting his eyelids. Even if he hadn't opened his eyes yet, he knew that it was time to get up—A Fei should have prepared his equipment, waiting for him to do the final inspection and acceptance. That boy Minglang must be sleeping late again, let him get up early every day for half an hour to practice basic skills, if he can do it one day in ten days, it's not bad...

Ren Yuan sighed inwardly, and opened his eyes with difficulty, but instead of the familiar silver-gray walls with metallic luster, what caught his eyes was dark green curtains and reddish-brown tapestries.

He turned his head and saw the fireplace that was still burning overnight. He lowered his head again and saw the completely unfamiliar bed and quilt. The memory was gradually triggered and gradually returned—oh, he is no longer Ren Yuan, but Riemann.

With a wry smile, he pushed away the quilt on his body, and sat on the edge of the bed with his body shrunk by two big circles, his feet couldn't touch the ground at all. He jumped out of bed and glanced at the wall clock above the fireplace. The chubby was sleeping soundly, with his mouth open, saliva dripping down half of his face, and the pillow was squeezed above his head.

It seems that yesterday's tragic accident did not affect the quality of his sleep. Riemann made an assessment and greatly relieved his sense of guilt.

Although it had been cleaned from head to toe yesterday, Riemann still felt a little uncomfortable. He quickly took a shower while the whole Rhodes College was still asleep.

After taking a shower and washing up, he walked out of the bathroom refreshed, and bumped into the sleepy chubby face-to-face. The chubby looked at him in confusion, and then moved his eyes to his damp black hair in confusion. Going up, his eyes widened at last, he strode past Riemann and rushed into the bathroom.

"Ahhhhhh-you, how dare you-how dare you shower before I use the bathroom again and again-"

Riemann: "?"

Xiaopang covered his heart, and the expression on his face was more stern than the heroine of a bitter drama watching a scumbag and a heartless man: "How dare you! Do you know that I walked into the bathroom yesterday, and I almost passed out when I saw the chaos! Get out right now! You get out of my dormitory immediately, right away!"

Riemann was a little speechless. He felt that this chubby was very similar to a toy called "Screaming Chicken" in his previous life.

And where did the chaos come from!He was so yelled at by Xiaopang that he almost wondered if he was really a person with particularly dirty and messy living habits, but he was obviously a person who could tidy up the hair on the ground and throw it away!

Is there anyone in this world more suitable to be a roommate than him?Riemann died in depression.

Fatty jumped up and down screaming, his face full of resentment, and he looked like he wanted to eat Riemann raw, but the wall clock on the wall was reminding the other party that there was no time to waste.

So he had no choice but to say: "You wait! You can see it!" and hurried into the bathroom.

As the voice in Riemann's memory said, Rhodes College provides white bread, potato soup, and steak, of course more than that, this is only part of the food that the child can understand.

Riemann sat at the corner of the long table in the auditorium, with several silver-plated plates in front of him, one of which contained soft white bread, and then three small bowls in front of him, which were potato soup, borscht and mushroom cream soup , can be used to dip bread to eat according to your own taste, of course, you can also drink it directly.The second big plate is steak. Today it is the turn of lamb chops that are charred on the outside and tender on the inside, with a few slices of basil on top, which looks more appetizing. Finally, there is a plate of fried eggs. There was a red sauce next to a half-cooked soft-boiled egg. Riemann tasted it and couldn't tell what it was made of, but it was sour and sweet.

The whole breakfast made people feel full of happiness, even Xiaopang stared at him with a resentful expression after he sat down diagonally, and changed his expression after a while, "I have already figured out a trick, you just Just wait." The insidious and smug smile did not affect Riemann's appetite in the slightest.

The shy boy sitting next to Xiaopang was leaning his head and complaining softly to the boy who was not familiar with Riemann on the other side that he had to go to math class again today.

Thanks to them, Riemann realized that today is Tuesday.

He thoughtfully cut off a small piece of lamb chops and put it in his mouth. Mathematics... I don't know how far the mathematics here has developed.

In his previous life, he had heard a saying to the effect that a student who had studied mathematics as an undergraduate was enough to be treated as a genius mathematician a few centuries ago.

He swallowed the silky lamb chop, thinking it was a good idea.

Ever since he saw that his cheat is a thief identity game system, he has been thinking about what to do next. After all, this cheat...doesn't seem like a long-term solution, even if he really uses the "thief" He has achieved the ultimate in his job, is he really willing to live in fear every day for a short-cut?

He does pursue excitement, otherwise he wouldn't have been a magician for ten years, but he still has a bottom line in his essence, and he really can't accept that he makes a living by stealing.

Mathematics... is a good direction, although this world, judging from the information he has received so far, seems to be two completely different worlds from his previous life. He did not travel through the timeline, but came to a "different world" ", but this other world is not particularly different from the previous life.

It looked a bit like Britain in the sixteenth and seventeenth centuries, so if he remembered correctly, top mathematicians were the guests of the kings in various European countries during that time, and their status was extremely high.

I hope that mathematics in this world has not developed too far ahead, Riemann secretly prayed, after all, he is still seven or eight years away from graduating from university, although his mind is still good, and because he chose to major in mathematics out of hobbies, but in the past After so many years, I am afraid that only calculus is really engraved in his DNA.

However, his ambition to become a great mathematician in another world fell through at the first step, and he also stumbled.

Riemann looked at the strangely shaped runes on the slate in confusion, his eyes were blinded——

what is this?

Ghost character?Oh, if it fits the current Western background a little bit - curse?

No matter how you look at it, it doesn't look like a number, but this is a math classroom.

It was a classroom surrounded by stone walls. The open front door and a few windows let in some daylight, but it was still dark and shady, which made some students who were drowsy from listening to calculations even more sleepy.

The teacher standing on the podium had a pale face and a drawn-out tone, explaining the addition and subtraction of two-digit numbers.

Of course, two-digit addition and subtraction is not a problem for Riemann. The problem is that he can't understand any of the symbols on the slate, so he has become the most in this classroom. A person who listens to the bible.

"...So, we can see that the result of adding 19 to 81 is one hundred..."

"Do you understand everything?!" Mr. Pale Face suddenly raised his voice, and shouted angrily, "A group of idiots, after two lectures, they still look stupid!"

Mr. Pale Face wiped off the words on the slate angrily, and drew a bunch of ghost symbols: "Now, I will pick someone to solve this problem, but everyone who has attended the class should be able to..."

Riemann was still struggling to decipher the pile of ghost symbols, and Mr. Pale Face's eyes fell on him.

"You, stand up and answer."

Riemann blinked, if he read correctly... the other party seemed to be looking at him completely.

His brief hesitation brought him a scolding: "Idiot! What are you doing in a daze! Let you get up and answer, is your brain blocked by the lamb chops in the morning?"

He could only bite the bullet and stand up. If he didn't get it wrong, this pile of ghost symbols probably meant 25 plus 68. He took a deep breath and decided to try his luck: "93."

His appearance is indifferent, his demeanor is even more calm and self-sustaining, and his voice is clear and clear. When he spits out this number, he looks confident. Several people around him look at this young man with a strange face, and their faces are full of shock—— —Where did this guy come from?Since when did our class D have such a talent who can say the correct answer casually?

The air in the classroom seemed to stagnate for a moment.

Until Mr. Pale Face's white chalk flew straight towards Riemann.

Years of career as a magician made his reaction ability much faster than that of ordinary people. To borrow the words of his apprentice and assistant: "Mr. Teacher Ren is about as good as a cat! Good! We have a cat!"

So dodging Mr. Pale Face's chalkhead was really just instinct for him...

But this obviously made Mr. Pale Face even more angry: "You! Still! Hide—!"

He walked towards Riemann angrily, grabbed Riemann by the back collar, and pushed him to the stone slab: "Tell me, how much is added!"

No matter how dull Riemann was, he knew that he didn't recognize the pile of ghost symbols, so he had to re-correlate the pile of symbols with the traces printed in his mind just now: "25 plus 67?"

Mr. Pale Face yelled, "You idiot! Why would someone come to school who can't even recognize numbers!"

His saliva sprayed directly on Riemann's face. His instinct made him want to use some escape techniques, but he restrained him firmly, and he just bit the bullet and endured the output of Mr. Pale Face.

Rusty laughter has already sounded from the podium, especially the few people who have just been deceived by Riemann's confident look, in order to cover up the fact that they were deceived by this guy just like a goose She winked with a smile, for fear that others would not see her ridicule.

"After class! Come to my office! Copy one to ten a hundred times!"

Riemann rubbed the back of his neck and sighed silently. He didn't expect to experience the detention of a primary school student in another world.