What's wrong with a lord daddy who just wants to draw cards?

Soon, Class A completed their 'warm-up phase', and they were called up by Atwood before they had rested long.

"Two hundred push-ups on the spot, whoever dares to lie down will add ten more!"

Push-ups, this is what Domi had done when he was tortured by Altaïr. It was so easy.

In his spare time, he still had time to look around.

I saw that Natsu's whole body turned red when he was doing it, like a red-hot iron. It was obvious that he worked really hard.

When it finally ended, I felt like I had just been fished out of the water, sitting on the grass panting.

On the other hand, Duomi's face was neither red nor sweaty, and he seemed to be doing something different from what they were doing.

Where is his limit?

Nats' competitive spirit was aroused.

"Dominique, let's show off!"

"What? What kind of showdown?"

"I want to compete with you! Let's see who falls first!"

"Can I not participate? Because you definitely can't beat me."

"Who knows if you haven't tried it yet."

"Okay, okay~"

There is always a hot-blooded boy who can make this already hot day even hotter. It would be nice to calm him down.

But after the push-ups, today's physical training was over, and it was said that it was to be gradual, and Atwood brought them together again.

"Next, you will be divided into two groups, and I will teach you the fighting skills in the army, and then you will practice against each other until you can use them skillfully."

Unsurprisingly, Domi formed a team with Nats. This kid gave people the impression that he was very resistant to beatings.

When Atwood taught techniques, he watched carefully, fearing he would miss any detail.

After the teaching was over, when it finally came to the sparring session, his long-suppressed competitiveness burst out, and he couldn't wait to practice with Domi.

He sighed, and then assumed a standard fighting posture.

He had learned this fighting technique before learning assassination from Altaïr. He also dabbled in various other schools, but this was the one he was most proficient in.

If Nats used his newly learned foot-skimming skills to compete with himself, an 'expert', he was destined to lose.

Sure enough, all his attacks were neutralized by Domi one by one, and he easily escaped from Natsu's fists and kicks.

He gritted his teeth and punched repeatedly, as if hitting him once would be a success.

Then his fist was caught by Domi, and then he was hit by a blow to the leg to break through the lower defense, losing his balance, and finally being thrown over his shoulder. He was lying on the grass in embarrassment, looking at the sky, thinking about life.

A set of small combos flowed smoothly and smoothly without any delay. It looked so pleasing to the eye that even the teacher frequently looked sideways.

But he still far underestimated Nats' tenacity.

He put him down, got up, put him down again, and got up again. He was beaten one-sidedly until the end of get out of class in the evening and he was exhausted and could no longer stand up.

Even Domi sat tiredly on the side, next to Nats who was lying down, watching the classmates holding their waists and shoulders, supporting each other to leave the playground.

"Why can't I hit you? Even with one punch..." Natz looked at Yunjuan Yunshu and couldn't understand. He couldn't understand at all. We are all of the same age, why is there such a gap like a chasm?

"My skills, physical fitness, and combat experience are all higher than yours. It's not normal that I can't beat you."

"It sounds like you have experienced many battles. You are obviously a child of a noble family."

Duomi chuckled lightly, and many memories flashed through his eyes: "Don't look at me like this, you may not even dare to imagine the battles I have experienced."

"for example?"

"You won't believe it if I tell you. That's a story only I know."

Natz's inquiry was fruitless, so he turned his head, faced the sky again, and blocked the light with his hands: "I give up in this competition. You won."

Duomi pursed his lips, then stood up and moved his waist:

"To be honest, I accepted your competition just to calm you down. There is no need to compete. I don't care about winning or losing at all. This is a very meaningless thing."

Hearing this, Nats's grip tightened, and the more Domi spoke, the more he looked like a clown.

"But as you kept falling and standing up, falling and standing up again, I saw the meaning you gave to this matter. You used your tenacity to prove to me that you are not a weak person. In my opinion, perseverance Man is as strong as he who possesses power.”

At this point, Domi came to Nats and extended a hand to him.

Nats was stunned for a moment, then grabbed Domi's hand and stood up again:

The young man faced the colorful clouds in the evening and became energetic again: "One day, I will make you convinced that you have lost!"

"Then I will wait for this day to come."

"Natsu!"

"Domi!"

At this moment, a voice came. The two looked at the door of the playground and found that it was Nancy and Ai Wei who were also finishing school, with Edward and Argyle beside them.

The two trotted over.

"Why are you here?" Duomi asked, "The magic teaching building is still a bit far away from here, right?"

Edward shrugged: "I want to go to dinner with you, what other reason can there be."

On the other side, Nancy was in the same situation. She also invited Natz to dinner. She felt that with Natz’s straight-forward temperament, he probably wouldn’t be able to make friends through normal means.

Relying on this subtle fate, the two people who had never met before magically came together. Then they got acquainted on the way to the cafeteria, and they were already friends when they left the cafeteria.

Because they lived in the same dormitory, Natsu still hung out with Domi and the others after they parted ways in front of the cafeteria.

This peer from a remote mountainous area knew for the first time that the life interests and hobbies of children from top aristocratic families were so simple and unpretentious.

Edward likes to collect strange and weird things, whether they are ancient or modern, as long as they have strange functions, he likes them.

Argyle is more simple, and the house is full of books. Recently, there have been many books about the Central Plains, which shows his recent research direction.

Domi was the most incredible to him. There was nothing special in the room, only a few pieces of paper with ghost drawings written on them scattered on the desk.

I don’t know anything about his hobbies, but according to him, he likes his eldest sister. I don’t know if this is considered an interest...

In the process of getting to know each other, the distance between them has unconsciously narrowed a lot.

Early the next morning, as usual, it was another early morning.

In his sleep, he seemed to hear some noise on the other side of the window, but it really wanted to sleep a little longer. In order to prevent the sun from shining in, he wrapped himself in the bed like a maggot, twisting in darkness...

But Domi is not a beautiful white-haired girl. She will lean into his brother's ear and say softly and tenderly, "Brother, it's morning, get up~". He will only give Nats a kick to let him know what social beatings are. .

"Get up quickly, you're going to be late."

"What!?" He sat up in shock in the midst of his dying illness. He glanced at Domi with a look of horror and confusion, and then at the newly bought mechanical alarm clock on the bedside table - seven forty-nine, which changed instantly after one second. It became seven-fifty, almost giving him a cardiac arrest.

Without saying a word, Nats lifted the quilt, rushed into the bathroom like crazy, punched himself, and then put on his clothes and tie as quickly as he could in his life.

By the way, Nancy spent two hours teaching him how to tie a tie after dinner yesterday, otherwise everyone wouldn't have gone back to the dormitory after dark.

The final step is to grab your handbag and you’re ready to go!

Then he saw Duomi leaning against the wall as if nothing was wrong, holding a small notebook in his hand and writing and drawing on it.

"Teacher Stewart said you can't use the teleportation array. Are you not panicking at all, Domi?"

"Why are you panicking?" Duomi showed a confused face.

"Late!"

"But it's still an hour before eight o'clock."

"What?! It was obvious just now..."

He looked at the alarm clock, and his cerebellum almost shrank when he saw the crazy minute hand:

"This, this, this, this...what the hell!"

"Pfft!" Duomi finally couldn't hold it in any longer: "Actually, I added illusion magic to your alarm clock. Aren't you afraid that you would oversleep, so I personally sent you a wake-up call service? It's considerate~"

Although Natsu was very grateful to Domican for waking him up, he didn't know why he always had the urge to hit someone...

177. Chapter 174 173 Daily Life with Shia

A new day is also the first day they officially start school.

The morning class meeting was later changed to the 'regular class' given by Teacher Stewart.

He called all the students to the laboratory in the teaching building, where he used a lot of bottles, test tubes and other instruments and colorful pharmaceuticals to teach them how to make various poisons.

Some people are puzzled that the other head teachers teach normal knowledge such as magic or mathematics and physics, but only Stewart teaches them how to make poison?

"Teacher, what's the use of learning this?"

Stewart said impatiently: "You will come back and thank me when you have to use it one day."

Domi understood this.

Stewart is currently teaching non-lethal functional poisons, such as those that can cause paralysis, hallucinations, diarrhea, and mental apathy. Their properties are hidden and stable, making them difficult to detect, and the materials used to make them are easy to find.

If it can be used in a confrontational scenario like 'Class Ranking', then the balance of victory will tilt heavily in their favor!

Because it was pinched with bare hands during the game, it will never be called a foul.

Duomi studied very seriously, and the herbal knowledge that he had memorized in his mind came in handy at this moment, which can be said to be twice the result with half the effort.

Soon, what was originally a one-to-many lecture turned into a one-to-one explanation between Stewart and Domi.

When Duomi asked whether some part of the formula of a certain poison could be replaced with other materials to achieve better effects, the others looked confused and had no idea what they were talking about, as if they were talking to a cow.

It's a pity that the cow turned out to be themselves.

Stewart's eyes flashed with appreciation. He actually had such talents in his class. Some questions were so tricky that even he, a poison expert, had to think about them for a while.

But now is not the time for in-depth discussions. The courses for mortals must continue, so he said to Domi:

"Dominique, please sit down first. If you have any questions, write them down in your notebook. Come back to me when you have time. We will continue the class..."

[Villain value from classmates +666]