Asian Girl Completion Manual.

Chapter 121 56. Righteous Education
For the past few days, Fisher has been training with Eliog on this side of the laboratory. She wrote down the fighting skills in a thin booklet, and was afraid that Fisher would not understand it, so she specially used The pictorial approach draws a small figure representing Fisher to help him understand the movements.

After the physical exercise, Fisher practiced the above moves one by one, and then demonstrated it to Eliog.

"Well, the speed is not fast enough, and the way of using force is not right. Empty hands are the first and last step in combat learning. A real fighter will always end up fighting until he is empty-handed. You are too lacking in the will to fight. Reason is of course It is necessary, but it is also necessary to lead the battle with wildness."

This guy Eliog really enjoys it. She dragged out the reclining chair used for experiments in the laboratory, and then pointed the direction of the chair towards Fisher who was training, so she could lie comfortably , as motionless as a paralyzed patient.

It's just that if something goes wrong during Fisher's training, she will raise her tail and point at Fisher's movements.

Every morning, Fisher basically rehearses under her watch, but it doesn't seem to be going well. After watching it once, Eliog leans down to sleep in disappointment, and doesn't want to pay attention to him at all.

Growing up, this was the first time Fisher encountered something so difficult to master.

Fisher has some doubts about this kind of routine. He doesn't know how to use this kind of thing in actual combat.

Within a few days, except for the initial training Eliog didn't express any opinions, she basically pointed out what Fisher practiced later.

"You human being, let me ask you, what do you think is the most important thing in battle?"

Until Monday morning, Eliog finally got up as if unable to sit still, and pointed his finger at Fisher in the courtyard.

At this time, he had just demonstrated the bare-handed fighting method she had taught in front of Eliog, and then she suddenly interrupted Fisher's movements and asked.

Fisher thought for a moment and said,

"Physique and fighting skills?"

"It's so shallow, human."

Eliog sighed, then raised a finger,
"The most important thing in the battle is the will of the warrior alone. Guys with or without the will of a warrior will have different effects in battle. You guy, take all my things as formulas and techniques that need to be memorized. Might come in handy?"

"Well, you should be regarded as the kind of human beings who often use their brains, but since you want to learn to fight, you must change your thinking for me. The so-called warrior will is different from any other individual who indulges in constant fear factor, which endows you with primordial courage, the power to turn the corner, like a flame that burns forever."

"Although it may be too high to let you understand that the requirements may be too high at the beginning, I will show you how to use it in detail."

After all, Eliog's expression became serious, and the flame of the tail behind her burned more and more intensely with her words, until the temperature and color of the flame were as deep as magma, she gently stretched out her hand She made a hand gesture towards Fisher, and the target was facing Fisher in front of her.

The breeze stopped here, and in front of her, the atmosphere slowly became hot and oppressive, but there was a fear and coldness of being targeted by hunters in the depths of her soul.

But in the next second, Eliog didn't punch that punch. Instead, he yawned lazily, lay down on the recliner in the courtyard again, and waved her tail weakly at Fisher, As if waving him away,
"It's probably like this. You should understand it yourself. If you don't learn it, I can't help it."

Fisher slowly withdrew from the aura of the demon just now. He thought for a second or two as if he had learned something, but he seemed to have learned nothing.

If the teacher can have a ranking, Eliog must be the one at the bottom of the ranking, that is, the originator of the "bad teaching" genre. Whether he can learn it depends entirely on the talent of the students. Scheer really couldn't find a suitable combat teacher, otherwise he would never have chosen this guy.

Fisher practiced for a while, and gradually discovered the problem. When he was exercising, he was always considering strength, and he was full of calculations everywhere, thinking about whether this move would be useful.

Maybe Eliog doesn't advocate this approach, but she advocates momentum and natural guidance?

It is also possible that the training of combat is quite different from the usual practice of magic and the like.

Anyway, until Monday when I went to school for class, Fisher's fighting skills were progressing slowly. All the things recorded in her skill manual were basic "hugging", "boxing" and the like, and later wrote Some methods of how to use weapons made Fisher confused.

The morning class was the same as usual, Monday was for the first-year students, and there were two students, Jasmine and Isabel, sitting in the first row of the class.

Jasmine seemed to have acquiesced that Fisher hadn't discovered her real identity that night. Although she still looked a little dodgy, at least she still dared to sit in the first place in her class.

Fisher was thinking, if she is of the same race as [Son of the Sea], is it possible that she is the Son of the Sea?Moreover, as a whale race, what purpose does she have for coming to human society? Is it just to come to university to learn something?

Then why did she climb over the wall again that night?

Fisher's brain was running a two-threaded thread, while explaining simple magic knowledge, while thinking about what happened that night, and at the same time thinking about how to quietly explore the secrets of this whale race.

"Okay, that's it for today's class. I hope you have submitted the homework I left last week to my office mailbox. After this class, any late delivery will be considered invalid. If you have any questions, please contact me The office asked me, get out of class is over."

Fisher glanced at Jasmine, who was sitting in the first row, to see that she was still taking class notes and didn't look at him, so he didn't realize that he was looking at her.

And there were no students in the audience who had problems with homework, so he picked up his things and left the classroom to his office.

The teachers' mailboxes are in front of the office building of each college. There are several rows of mailboxes densely packed in front of other colleges, only four are placed in front of the School of Magic, and Fisher's is on the far left.

He took out the key and opened the mailbox, which contained a large pile of homework for the students. After confirming that there were no omissions, he returned to his office with a large pile of homework.

Inside, Roger and Serena are still flirting.

"Hey Mr. Fisher, you're back. Oh, you gave homework the first week?"

"Yeah, it's basically some basic exercises."

Fortunately, there are no students in Fisher's class here, otherwise they would really be scolding their mothers. Of course, it is for the homework in the first week. The difficulty of this homework is not too difficult. If you think about it carefully .

"What are you talking about?"

When Fisher came in just now, he felt that the conversation in the office was booming. When he came in, he interrupted their conversation. At this time, Fisher spoke and ignited the extinguished topic again.

Roger said with a smile,

"Oh, that's right, our school has recently accepted two neighborhood lectures, and we are recruiting professors to give some lively and interesting lessons to the residents in the Saint Nari neighborhood."

"Professors have a lot of remuneration, which is funded by the church. You know, the church does this kind of thing every year, but in the past it was monopolized by the Royal Academy. This time our school is divided into two blocks."

Serena next to her is always the first-hand source of such news. After Roger finished speaking, she added excitedly,

"However, there is no such thing as our magic academy, and magic courses can't be brought into this kind of enlightenment class. Their requirements are to be interesting and practical, such as ethics, seminary and economics."

Fisher nodded, as if recalling something from the past.

The church of St. Nari spends its own money every year to hire teachers from various schools to attend classes in the neighborhood church. Those who come to the class do not need to spend money, and they can also receive cookies and desserts from the church.

Everyone can participate in the class, because it is free, and the time is also in the evening, so it does not take up people's working time.

Fisher would like to sign up for a lecture, if given the chance.

Because he still remembers when he stayed in the orphanage when he was a child, the first time he came into contact with knowledge was in a lecture given by the neighborhood church. Very esoteric field.

Fisher still remembers the social contract theory he talked about at that time. This was the first time Fisher came into contact with such a novel view since he was a child. He desperately grabbed a place and entered the missionary school, and then went to the City College, the Royal College and even today.

So, Fisher opened his mouth to ask them about this Yijiao news,

"Who is in charge of this matter? I'll go over and ask when the time comes."

Serena glanced at Fisher in surprise, then subconsciously replied,

"It's the Academic Affairs Office.. But maybe there won't be a magic class this year.."

"Hey Serena, did you forget that Mr. Fisher has three degrees?"

Compared to Serena, Roger obviously knew more about Fisher. He smiled and raised his coffee to remind Serena, and then made her blushed and gave him a look. Roger laughed.
"It's a good thing, both public and private. It's because the church spends so much money on it every year that they have a better reputation than the council, and they've done a good job in that regard. "

Fisher smiled and agreed, returned to his office, put the large pile of homework on the small table next to him with some distress, and finally had to correct their homework by himself.

There are about 50 people's homework here. Fisher corrects the homework and likes everyone to read carefully, so it should take a lot of time.

But anyway, he had nothing to do, so he decided to stay in the school in the afternoon to deal with affairs, and by the way, he called the Academic Affairs Office to talk about what he had volunteered to talk about.

Throughout the afternoon, Fisher read and corrected homework. On the desk, Fisher sternly drew dozens of circles on an assignment with a pen, and then graded the classmate's first assignment.

When he saw a certain place, Fisher's expression became a little colder. He kept the previous assignment as if he remembered something, compared them with each other, and then divided the original score of the latter one. It became a zero point, and next to that zero-light egg, the name "Isabel" seemed so eye-catching.

Fisher didn't speak, put down the pen that had marked the homework, and dialed the dormitory phone with his hand.
"Hi, I'm Fisher Benavides from the Academy of Magic. Please inform Jasmine and Isabel, the first-year students from the Academy of Magic, to come to my office. Thank you."

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