The club recruitment ended at night. Garon and Messi returned to the dormitory after setting the time for the activity.
The second day was the second assessment and interview for the new students. The assessment this time was actually a reexamination. As long as there were no major problems, anyone could pass.
Garon blended in with a group of people and finished a set of test papers. He answered a few questions from the interviewer and ended the reexamination process easily.
What came next was the trivial matters. He had to prepare the school's teaching materials by himself. He went to the bookstore and bought a brand new set for a few thousand dollars. He also contacted the legal consultant arranged by his mother, Teresa Reese, to buy daily necessities.
School life was considered easy. Although the schedule was full every day, to Garon, the professors and tutors here would not bother him even if he was sleeping as long as he did not make a ruckus. After asking him to stand up and answer a few questions, Garon answered them perfectly. After that, the professors and tutors left him alone.
The universities in this world were similar to those on Earth. There was not much difference, except that the courses were more difficult. They had to submit some thesis reports after a period of time. These thesis reports involved a lot of professional books and required a lot of reading materials and to go back and forth between the library and the dormitory.
The other three people in the dormitory soon fell into an abyss of suffering. They could not sleep even when they were hugging huge books and eating until midnight.
After a few months of school, the thin people became thinner and the fat people lost a lot of weight. They only slept for four to five hours a day. Although it was not a professional course, the basic course had high requirements and was deep enough. It was a heavy burden for them.
"I heard that Professor Irwin is going to hold a lecture in the medical area. Are you guys going?" Messi sat on the sofa in the living room and asked loudly while holding a box of lunch. There were a lot of books and materials in front of him. It seemed like he was going to read them while eating.
"I'm going. Professor Irwin explained the questions in the last class in detail. I might learn a lot." Alexander was using a pencil to outline the key points.
"I have club activities." Garon shrugged. He sat on the balcony with a cup of hot coffee on the windowsill beside him. He was holding the Nottingham Morning Post in his hand and reading it while drinking his coffee.
Messi gave him a sad look.
"Garon, don't you think that your current appearance is too much of an eyesore when your roommate painfully prepares the thesis materials …"
While they were studying, Garon was sleeping (practicing Secret Techniques). While they were preparing their papers, Garon was drinking coffee and reading the newspaper. While they were going to the lecture, Garon had to go to the club and participate in activities …
"You don't think so?" Garon put down his coffee cup and said, "I also wrote a thesis. It's just that the speed is slightly faster. "
"You call that slightly faster?" Messi yelled exaggeratedly, "Sometimes I really want to strangle you!"
Garon looked at him with pity.
"Ahhhh!! Don't look at me like that!! "Messi continued to shout. "Do you think everyone is like you? The information they need is from a book they've read."
"Well, I'm just lucky." Garon continued to shrug.
"I don't know why but I have the urge to beat someone up when I see your smiling face." Messi and Garon got along well during this period of time and their relationship was getting better.
"Alright, stop arguing. My hand shook and the curve became a straight line again." Garin who was drawing carefully complained.
The three of them continued to study hard. Garon shook his head and continued to read the newspaper while taking a sip of his hot coffee from time to time.
He took out his CD player and put in a song. He put on his earplugs and enjoyed it leisurely. When he heard that he couldn't help himself, he closed his eyes and hummed.
Looking at the three of them who were still working hard, his face showed a hint of contempt.
"You guys are so weak."
"Don't stop me, I'm going to strangle this bastard!!!" Messi finally couldn't take it anymore and jumped towards Garon.
"Go for it!"
"Don't worry! Beat him up!! "
The two behind him yelled loudly.
Garon laughed as he walked around the balcony, trying his best not to be caught by Messi.
The two of them had been joking around like this all this while although it was true that the three of them couldn't stand Garon. It was mainly because he was playing while they were busy. In the end, the professor was praising him and not himself.
As a result, Messi went back to his seat angrily and realized that his time was wasted by Garon again. He yelled that he wouldn't eat lunch and went back to work.
Garon looked at the time and walked out of the dorm leisurely. He promised to bring lunch for the other two and walked slowly to the canteen near the campus.
He would attend classes in the morning and do his homework if he didn't have classes. Occasionally, he would listen to concerts, take a look at exhibitions, play basketball and watch the combat club training. That was Garon's university life for the past few months.
Gullivier's studies were extremely arduous. The instructors and professors had high expectations for the students. It was not like the universities back on Earth where one could just piece together their thesis reports. Even the daily thesis required a lot of reading and writing and a certain level of understanding to get a passing evaluation. The so-called assessment of a course was mostly decided by the professor. If he said that your thesis was good and you passed, then you would get the credits. If he said that your thesis was too bad, then even if you attended all the classes this semester, you might still fail in the end.
Garon went to the canteen to get a standard meal for three people. When he was on his way back, he bumped into Senior Serena who had just finished class with a book.
"The event this afternoon is a little important. You must come." Serena said solemnly.
"A little important? What's the matter? "Garon was a little surprised.
"The president's internship is about to end. They're going to elect a new president. There's going to be a good combat competition!" Serena said excitedly.
"You're going too?" Garon looked at her strangely. "Or someone related to you. Otherwise, why are you so excited?"
"You're right. My sister is going to be elected. You can help her shout a few words!" Serena chuckled.
"Sure." Garon nodded.
He was bored out of his mind with his recent mundane life. Coincidentally, there were some interesting activities that he could check out.
After returning to the dorm and bringing lunch to the other two, Garon went back to his room and laid on his bed. He turned on his laptop and looked at the messages on KL.
MacGerald, whom he met on the way, and the Asian girl, Kelly, had left messages for him. After replying to them one by one, he looked at his family's situation. Raffaele wrote him a few sentences but it was very short. She attached a recent picture of herself on the beach. It was evening and Raffaele was squatting on the beach in a black dress, building a sandcastle.
"Remember to bring me a present when you come back." — Raffaele
Garon thought for a while.
"You're still in Grano?" — Garon
He did not expect to receive a reply so soon.
"Yeah, I don't plan to go to university. I won't be able to learn anything anyway." — Raffaele
"Is this your grandmother's idea? She agreed to it too? "— Garon
"Yeah." — Raffaele
Garon did not know what to say. He was not familiar with the circle of witches. However, university qualifications were of no use to Raffaele. It was just a waste of time.
He asked her how she was doing recently and turned off KL.
The afternoon was the same as usual. There were no disturbances. Garon felt that he had completely become a normal student during this period of time.
After attending two classes and eating dinner, he went straight to the combat club's venue.
It was the old campus, in a large dance classroom that used to be used for dancing.
When Garon arrived, there were already many people in the classroom. The spacious space in the middle was covered with a thick layer of foam mats. The old members sat on one side while the new members sat on the other side. There was a clear distinction between them.
A few old members were explaining the club's situation to the new members in detail.
In another corner, two muscular and tanned men with a buzz cut were training their muscles. One of them was holding a butterfly machine while the other was doing sit-ups while lying on his back.
They were the club's two external coaches.
"You're here?" Serena was surrounded by a group of club members. They seemed to be chatting about something. When she saw Garon coming in from afar, she greeted him.
Garon nodded. He was only familiar with Serena in the club. He was not close to the others. He changed into a set of black training clothes in the changing room at the side and sat cross-legged beside the circle of new members.
The new coach was a senior member of the club. He was loudly explaining the rules of the club to the new members. After explaining the rules of the club, it was time to move on to the daily activities and training.
"Now, let's invite the new members who have trained in combat to stand up." The senior coach who had been talking for a long time drank a mouthful of water and suddenly said this.
Among the dozens of new members, five or six stood up immediately. There were also a few who looked hesitant.
"Coach, does self-taught training count?"
"Of course not." The senior shook his head.
Garon stood up and walked to the side with the other five or six people.
Serena, who was on the other side, also looked over in surprise. She seemed to be surprised that Garen had actually trained in combat before.
Among the five or six people, two of them were girls. One of them had bulging muscles on her waist and arms. She looked extraordinarily strong. The other was petite and had a ponytail. She seemed to be here to learn how to defend herself.
Among the rookies, she was considered delicate and pretty. Looking at her solemn and delicate oval face, her fair skin, and her serious look, some of the boys in the club whistled.
"You! Step out. You're not allowed to whistle. If you don't want to, you can leave the club. "The senior coach said loudly.
The other three boys had ordinary faces. They were just ordinary combat enthusiasts. After watching the training for so long, they were finally going to participate in it personally. Their faces were filled with excitement.
When Garon was observing the others, he did not notice that they were also observing him.
In the eyes of both the seniors and the new members, this new member seemed to be different from the other new members in the past few months.
Previously, he was just watching the club's training. Now that the new members were officially going to participate in the training, he was still as calm as before. There was no excitement or fear. It was as if it was just a normal daily training.
Looking at his fair and delicate skin on his hands and neck, it was obvious that this person was not the type who liked to train often.
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