On the first day of the new year, Archmage spent it in bed. Last night at the pier, he was used as a pillow by Lolo, enjoying the sea breeze all night. The first half of the night felt rather romantic, but after maintaining the same position for too long, his shoulders were a little sore from the pressure. At the same time, he drank too much ale, causing his bladder to be in chaos. On top of that, he didn't sleep all night, so his head was groggy. Misfortunes never come singly. If the girl had woken up a few minutes later, Rob probably wouldn't have been able to hold on.
After sending Lolo back to her dorm, Archmage didn't want to do anything else. Without even taking off his clothes, he threw himself on the bed. When he opened his eyes again, it was already afternoon. Rob got up and went to the table to pour himself a glass of water. He noticed the luggage stacked beside him.
The conditions at the Swordsman major were rather simple. Unlike the Mage major, where each person had their own room, Rob and the others shared a dorm with two people. The area was pitifully small, and there were even three or four people squeezed together. Aside from beds, there wasn't room for anything else. The rookie, The Brave, was rather reasonable. Although he was saving money, at least he didn't let a certain someone stay in a four-person dorm. However, Archmage wasn't the only one in Room 302. It was just that the other guy didn't report in. It wasn't until the last day of West Moss Academy's freshman year that Rob finally met his new roommate.
Archmage gasped. It wasn't that Rob hadn't seen Fatso before, but it was rare to see someone this fat. When he entered the door, he turned sideways. Looking at him sweating profusely, those who didn't know would think he had just participated in a marathon. But in fact, he was just feeling hungry after putting down his luggage, so he went downstairs to buy a bag of buns. It wasn't even 200 meters, but he walked with such a solemn and stirring aura as if he was on a long march. He panted with every step and had to support himself against the wall.
"With all due respect, does the person who forced you to study at West Moss have a grudge against you?"
"Hey, how did you know?" Fatso was stunned for a moment, then immediately smiled bitterly, "It was my father who signed me up. He also threatened to deprive me of my inheritance if I can't become a professional swordsman and graduate from here after four years."
Archmage revealed a look of understanding. Fatso's attire was not bad, so he was probably from a noble family or a merchant family. There was no need for such a person who did not have to worry about food or clothing to learn swordsmanship, and from the looks of it, he clearly had no interest in sports. He definitely did not come to Siamus voluntarily.
"Do you want one?" Although Fatso was fat, he was quite enthusiastic. He took out a bun and asked Rob who was not far away.
Archmage shook his head.
"Then I won't stand on ceremony. I've just walked such a long distance, so I've used up quite a bit of energy. I need to replenish my strength." Fatso explained, then ate five buns in one go. After catching his breath, his complexion finally improved a little, "Right, I haven't introduced myself. I'm called Genji, a freshman of the swordsman department like you."
"Rob, nice to meet you. Also, Genji, you should lose some weight." The two shook hands, and Rob sincerely gave his advice.
Genji sighed, "I know. Don't look at me like this. When I was young, I was also a handsome and talented person. But later on, I was cursed by an evil shaman, so I had to eat constantly. As a result, I became like this."
"Huh?" Since Luo Bu had nothing to do, he cast a Tier 3 spell called Evil Detect on Genji. This spell was very sensitive to evil auras, especially curses. Basically, as long as there was the slightest hint of it, it would be detected. Naturally, the result was as expected, the Great Magician did not discover anything.
Rob patted Genji's shoulder, "Do your best. Train more, or else it will be very difficult for you to graduate smoothly."
Archmage was not purposely trying to scare his roommate. In fact, Genji's trouble came the next day. When school reopened in Siamese Academy, the first class of the swordsman department was physical training.
The teacher did not say anything and first had all the freshmen run fifty laps around the training ground. At this time, Rob had to thank Lolo for the six months of intensive training she had given him at sea. In the past, with Archmage's small physique, let alone fifty laps, he might not even be able to run five laps. Now, although he was not the fastest, he could at least keep up with the majority, and his ranking was in the middle.
On the other hand, Genji could not do it at all. His physique was far worse than the previous Rob. Normally, he was the type who would gasp for breath after two steps. Now, to make him run fifty laps was worse than killing him.
Genji had only run half a lap, but his heart was already racing, sweat pouring down like rain. His legs were weak, and he was about to collapse to the ground at any time. However, when he sneaked a glance at the teacher at the side, he discovered that the latter's face was completely expressionless. The teacher only coldly spat out two words, "Continue."
Genji swallowed his saliva. Looking at the student who had just passed him, he could only grit his teeth and continue bitterly.
Two hours later, the majority of the students had completed the first running training. They gathered in groups of three to five, curiously sizing up the staggering figure on the training ground.
Genji's mind was already in a blur, and now he was purely relying on inertia to move forward. His speed was not much faster than an old granny with a cane, and as he ran, the snacks that he had secretly stuffed in his pocket kept falling out. It was a very comical scene.
Many people were already laughing out loud. Genji finally could not hold on any longer when he reached the seventeenth lap. He sat on the ground, ignoring the crowd around him, and took out a handful of candies from his pocket and stuffed them into his mouth.
The teacher in charge of stamina training shook his head. He had seen people with poor physique, but he had never seen one with such poor physique. However, it seemed like Genji was at his limit. He wanted to let Genji take a breather, but when he remembered the vice principal's instructions, he could only keep a straight face.
"Why are you stopping? Did I tell you to stop? We swordsmen don't have an entrance test like the magicians, but we don't need a piece of trash that brings shame to the school. If you can't finish the forty laps in the morning, you don't need to come to class anymore. Just pack your stuff and go home."
Genji was startled by the teacher's words, and immediately struggled to stand up. Unfortunately, he was too heavy, and his body was weak at the moment. He tried a few times, but to no avail. Instead, he was sweating profusely, and the crowd burst into laughter.
Rob frowned. He didn't know why the teacher was so strict with Genji. Anyone with eyes could see that Fatso was at his limit, and there was no way he could finish the fifty laps.
Archmage walked to the side when no one was paying attention. He picked up No.2, which was disguised as a cane, and secretly cast Lighten on Genji. Genji immediately felt his body lighten, as if he was floating.
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