Although he had finished his apprenticeship, the coach didn't kick Roland out. After all, Roland had paid the money and was free to use the training equipment in the dojo for a year.
Even if he didn't practice boxing, he could still use the gym equipment.
Besides … Roland didn't know if it was an illusion, but he noticed that the percentage of female students in this dojo was higher. Logically speaking, it was usually judo or taekwondo dojos that had slightly more female students. This was because these two were considered 'foreign species' in the eyes of ordinary people and were of a higher class. Most of the women either practiced taekwondo or judo. As for sanda, in their opinion, just the name itself sounded tacky. Only a ghost would like it.
But in this dojo, women actually made up almost half of the total number of students.
That didn't make sense.
Roland asked the coach who was resting next to him. As a result, the coach, who had a crew cut, looked at him with a strange look.
Roland felt a little uncomfortable under his stare.
Fortunately, the coach quickly said, "Didn't you come because you saw our advertisement?"
"I came because there were a lot of people here and I thought the coach was good." Roland shook his head. "I've never seen any advertisement."
The coach froze for a moment, then chuckled. "I wouldn't believe it if a regular man said that. But you've been focusing all your attention on training recently, so you shouldn't be thinking about so many miscellaneous things. "
The curiosity on Roland's face was even more obvious.
"Our curator is a beauty," the coach said with a smile. "Her upper body was used as the model in the advertisement."
Roland couldn't wrap his mind around that. He blinked. "That can't be right. If a beauty was used as the model, it should attract more men."
"Well …" The coach seemed to weigh his words and then said, "Our curator is a gender-neutral beauty!"
As soon as this was said, Roland immediately understood. So she was a valiant tomboy. That would indeed attract a lot of girls.
Not interested. Goodbye!
Roland got up and was about to leave.
As an experienced man, the coach couldn't understand what Roland was thinking. He shook his head disdainfully and said, "You're the kind of shallow man who only looks at the figure and not the temperament."
Roland wasn't going to fall for the coach's provocation. He shrugged and turned to leave.
He changed out of his training clothes and back into his regular clothes. As soon as Roland reached the entrance of the boxing club, he saw a short-haired androgynous beauty walking into the club.
When the girl brushed past Roland, she even turned around and looked at him. Then, she moved her eyes away expressionlessly, as if she were looking at a passerby who was a little special.
Roland brushed past her. He felt that the androgynous girl just now should be the curator. Sure enough … she wasn't his type.
It was as flat as a steel plate. Not interested.
The androgynous beauty came to the gym and found a lesson. She looked around at the students who were practicing and asked, "Where's the talented student you mentioned?"
"Curator, you're late. He just left."
"Tsk!" The androgynous beauty smacked her lips unhappily. "Then if he comes tomorrow, call me directly."
The coach was a little puzzled. "Curator, there's no need to go through so much trouble. We have the phone numbers of all the students registered here. You can call them directly if you need anything. "
The androgynous beauty frowned. "As a girl, how can you take the initiative to ask out a single male of the same age! People will gossip about it. "
"Oh my god, curator," the coach said painfully, holding his head. "What era is this? How can you still be so feudal? It's just a meeting. It's not like you're getting a room. Who will gossip? "
"My parents!" The androgynous beauty sneered. "As long as I have any contact with unmarried men, they will immediately ask me when I'm getting married, humph!"
After saying that, the androgynous beauty turned around and left.
Behind them, the coach shook his head helplessly. "How pitiful."
Riding a public bike, Roland returned home and made a meal for his family. After that, he habitually browsed the forums.
There were a lot of idiotic netizens on the Internet who did all kinds of weird things. Time flew by just watching them act silly and read guides.
After entering the game again, Roland continued to teach the students Hand of Magic.
At this point, some of the students finally couldn't take it anymore and went back to rest.
Only a few people were still hanging on.
Seeing this, Roland said, "Go to sleep. If you don't get enough rest, training won't make much difference no matter how much time you have."
Finally, they dragged their tired bodies back to their rooms.
Vivian was the last to rest. Before she went to bed, she thoughtfully prepared a glass of fruit wine for Roland.
Roland, on the other hand, returned to his magic lab and continued studying Language Proficiency.
When he was learning level-zero tricks or level-one spells, there were fewer magic nodes, so he could test the connection of the nodes by exhaustion. However, after level-two spells, because of the growth of the nodes, the number of combinations would increase too. Every five or six more nodes, according to the length of the combinations, would increase by hundreds or even thousands of times. At this point, it was impossible to use exhaustion anymore.
At this point, it was necessary to establish a mathematical model.
The greatest use of a mathematical model was to extend deductions with existing data. The more data there was, the easier the deduction would be.
Every time he tested a different node, he would leave a data record and add it to the mathematical model, and he would be one step closer to success.
If he used exhaustion … there was no telling how long it would take to test hundreds of thousands or millions of combinations.
Roland had a book before him. He opened a random page.
He didn't recognize any of the words on it.
But then he cast a Language Proficiency Spell on himself and understood the three words on it.
"Man," "Sea," "Power."
Roland's finger brushed across these three words, and then he slammed the book shut with an excited look on his face.
As he expected, Language Proficiency should be able to read the words as long as he found the appropriate arrangement of nodes.
Although he could only recognize three words, which meant that the spell he performed had failed, at least it was a good start.
As long as he had more time, he would soon be able to study the derivative spell of Language Proficiency.
At this moment, Aldo appeared at the door. He looked at Roland and said curiously, "Your Language Proficiency has failed, hasn't it?"
In Roland's ears, these words became meaningless words. That was because Roland's Language Proficiency wasn't cast in the orthodox way.
He immediately dispersed the spell and cast Language Proficiency on himself again.
"What did you say? I didn't hear you clearly. "
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