The Alps Institute had always been one of the top schools in the world. Since they were affiliated with the Holy Judgment Court and the Heresy Judgment Court, they did not represent any country in Switzerland. Every school had to take part in the World College Tournament on behalf of their country. The Alps Institute did not take part in it.
They had never had a good result in the World College Tournament, but it did not affect their reputation in the world, nor did it affect the mysterious environment of the Alps.
Most importantly, the Alps Institute was an all-girls school. Everyone in the school, including the principal, the dean, the professors, the advisors, and the temporary workers who were in charge of cleaning the school and delivering packages, were all women!
The Parthenon School respected women because they were more outstanding than men when it came to the Element of Blessing. The rulers of the school referred to them as goddesses, but the truth was, they did not discriminate against male Healers and Mages with the Element of Blessing. As long as their performance was outstanding, the Parthenon School would accept them. However, in terms of probability, women were indeed better at Healing and Blessing than men.
The Alps Institute, on the other hand, was different. They were a bunch of women's rights activists. Almost every student from the school despised men, but they did have the right to do so. Many schools had applied to the Alps Institute for exchange, yet they ended up suffering in the end.
The Alps Institute was very welcoming of the major institutions and factions. Since they were here to uphold women's rights, they could not just shut themselves up in the mountains like a bunch of nuns. They would often accept applications from famous institutions to show the World College Tournament their true strength!
Mo Fan and Zhao Manyan did not know the Alps Institute was an all-girls school at first. They assumed there would be plenty of energetic girls with young bodies and young minds wherever there was a school. They were in a foreign country, dry wood and blazing fire … the morning sun shone on the mattress covered in battle. I won't ask you for your name, and you won't ask me for mine. It was a peaceful time!
"What are we waiting for? Let's go! As a senior of the Pearl Institute, I'm looking forward to showing off our country and our school in this proud World College Tournament!" Zhao Manyan blurted out impatiently.
His mind was filled with the image of her long white legs, her breasts and buttocks, the alluring fragrance of her long hair that permeated the air of the entire campus, and that seductive laughter of hers that could stir his soul …
"(Cough cough), it's fine if we want to go up the mountain, but we have to obey their rules," Professor Li said.
"What rules?" Mo Fan.
"It's like this. Every male needs to wear a magic bracelet. This bracelet will track our position in the academy and prevent us from stepping into areas that we shouldn't," Professor Li said.
Professor Li had been to the Pearl Institute a few times. Since Mo Fan, Zhao Manyan, and Mu Nujiao had shown off their school in the World College Tournament, the Pearl Institute's status in the world kept rising. Many students from other countries were crazy enough to apply to the Pearl Institute as an exchange student, or to study there for a short period of time.
The Alps Institute had already sent a group of students to the Pearl Institute for an exchange. It was their return visit.
As a matter of fact, the Alps Institute was a lot more talented than the Pearl Institute in every field. The Alps Institute would not bother with a school like the Pearl Institute before they secured a place in the World College Tournament!
It was also the reason why the older generation of the Pearl Institute treated Mo Fan like they were seeing their own son-in-law and grandson-in-law. A satisfying victory was extremely important for an institute.
"What kind of rule is that? Isn't that restricting our freedom?" Mo Fan grumbled.
"Yeah, we are here for an exchange. Why would we be thieves?" Zhao Manyan said.
"When in Rome, do as the Romans do. Even professors like us have to wear them," Professor Zheng said.
The group crossed Lake Geneva and slowly approached the Alps. They reached the end of the lake and saw a clear river. The river meandered through countless mountains and valleys. It was like the silver silk of a goddess descending to the mundane world. It made the Alps look extremely beautiful.
There was a pavilion made of stone at the foot of the mountain. The pieces of glass formed an artistic sight. It was so clean that they could even see the snow on the ridges in the distance.
There were some ancient felt hats in the pavilion, a few magic coats on display, and many symbolic magic tools hanging from the drawers on the walls. They were all part of the collection, yet they were simply placed at the foot of the mountain, as if there were no red-eyed thieves in Switzerland …
"If this was our country, it would be full of people in just a few days. It might even be torn apart," Shi Junsheng, a male lecturer who had come with them, said.
Shi Junsheng was Professor Zheng's student. He had already graduated with honors from the Pearl Institute. He was between a lecturer and a student, so Professor Zheng was planning to keep him at the school to train him. He had also come to the Alps Institute to give him some experience.
In fact, most of the people who came this time were not pure students. In terms of academics, these people were all graduate students and doctoral students. They were much better than the students who had not received their graduation certificates. There was no problem for them to be the teachers of these people.
"Your 'if this was our country' argument is completely unreasonable. The population of a country in Switzerland is even smaller than a province with the smallest population in our country. The population of Shanghai alone is bigger than the population of Switzerland. Only wild animals would wander around in a place like this. Normal people wouldn't even come here …" Professor Li's granddaughter, Li Ximei, said.
"With such a small population, I bet it's easier to hook up with a relative," Zhao Manyan murmured.
Mo Fan burst out laughing. He was impressed by Zhao Manyan's logic, but there was nothing wrong with it!
Mubai, on the other hand, was looking down on Zhao Manyan. It was extremely embarrassing to be associated with someone like him.
"There are bracelets here. Let's put them on. Someone will come and pick us up soon," Professor Li said.
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