Blood Candle Keep Disciple

Chapter 233 The Newborn of Blood Candle Castle

Unsurprisingly, the change of seats did not completely follow his own wishes, but a... rather ostentatious and weird change.

When I opened my eyes, I saw that I was suspended in mid-air, at the height between the front row not far from the ground and the back row where I had to raise my head to gaze.It's not a big problem to climb down, but it will be a bit difficult to climb up.

Under the tables and chairs are countless bamboo slips, scrolls, and a plane made of rice paper.Layer upon layer, windless self-rolling.It doesn't seem to be as thin as paper, but because of the layered shape, it looks three-dimensional and thick, and there is no sense of insecurity when stepping on it.

On the platform paved with scrolls, there was a table that was almost similar in shape to her imagined image.The material is a certain kind of wood whose quality is obviously far superior to the golden nanmu on the earth. Together with the rose chair under the seat, it is carved with exquisite hollow reliefs.

Speaking of this alone, it seems to be in harmony with Senior Sister Justice's monastery-style Western-style engraved scripture copying table.But the next part began to develop in a weird direction.

From a distance, the tables and chairs of [The Preface Poet] seem to be ordinary wood carvings.But Zhen Cheng, who was on the ride, could clearly observe that these hollowed out wood carvings are neither bat peonies with oriental traditional meanings, nor square and neat window lattice frames.

If I had to describe it, it was a surreal work of art...abstract, eerie, and twisted.Zhen Cheng found human beings with curled limbs like springboards, pigs with rabbit ears, clocks and clocks flowing like spaghetti on the carved patterns of tables and chairs...

She even found an unforgettable image in it-【Furious Audience】!
And on the simple scroll platform, the appearance of the tables and chairs is not the color of ordinary varnish wood, but seems to be painted with colorful oil paint.

Red, yellow, blue, black...all are bright colors with high contrast and strong visual impact.It makes people feel at first that this is not a child's graffiti, or a masterpiece of a lunatic.

Above the scroll is a masterpiece of art that has wiped out all order and is dominated by chaos and madness!
Is this the so-called "wonderful providence" attached to their respective titles?
"Don't think about it, the shape of the seat is [-]% generated according to your respective hearts. There is no 'external force' that Misha just hinted at, at least not in terms of shape," Qu Yun said with a smile:
"Those colors and engravings are just the product of your unconventional instinct bursting out in your subconscious for a moment when you relax your mind.

It can only show that no matter how dignified and well-behaved you appear, you are actually quite rebellious, flamboyant, and unrestrained in your heart.

In fact, the seat of [Poet Killer] should be like this.If there weren't any uncontrollable weird changes, I would have wondered if I had admitted the wrong student. "

Zhen Cheng glanced at the table in front of him, and sighed.

It has to be said that although this combination of simple bookishness and avant-garde art is very eccentric, they are precisely the embodiment of Zhen Cheng's dual characteristics at the same time.

In other words, on the top of the mountain of books, creativity is the peak, and she herself does not dislike this awkward aesthetic form.

"Then before the end of get out of class, I will emphasize two last points of class rules." Qu Yun pointed upwards as she spoke.

Following Qu Yun's expectation, Zhen Cheng noticed a line of large Chinese characters on the high wall of the podium - there is no good or evil in the world.

Ever since she was teleported into the classroom by Qu Yun, she has always been facing the students' seats at the back of the classroom.Turning to face the podium now, I just noticed this line was very conspicuous at the prompt of Qu Yun, the words gathered on the stone brick wall of the ancient castle by the arcane light.

"The first point, no matter what you think, the rules here are the same. Don't use your own views of good and evil to judge others, freedom is above everything else.

This is my class, so follow my rules.If anyone refuses to accept it, he can apply for a department transfer, or he can challenge me at any time, assassinate me, incite his classmates to attack me together, and trick the principal into expelling me.

In the Archeology Department of Blood Candlekeep, these are all your freedom.In a word, whether it is for me or the students from foreign departments, or the indigenous creatures of the outer universe, please follow your own mind, do, do, want, and do.

Of course, the premise of doing whatever you want is inseparable from your own strength. As a teacher, I don't have time to open portals all over the world to save you.

In addition to ensuring that any actions against me will not be held accountable, no matter what troubles you cause outside, at least you must be prepared to escape, or the price of asking senior sister to help.

The second point, as a supplement, you need to actively compromise with each other.

In other words, doing whatever you want on weekdays needs to be limited to excluding classes.No matter how contradictory your personalities are with each other, as long as you are in this class and you are still my students for a day, the nine of you must give me love, kiss, love each other.

The distance between the seats between you to a certain extent shows the degree of compatibility of the three outlooks and temperaments.

Those with adjacent seats tend to agree more with each other's behavioral views, and the seats at the opposite ends of each pair of straight lines mean the greatest degree of conflict in thought and belief.

However, according to the specific needs of extracurricular teaching and examination subjects, you may need to cooperate with students who are incompatible with you or even completely contradictory in many cases.

In this case, it is bound to encounter many behavioral styles and conflicting values.At this time, you need to remember the second class rule.

If your classmate wants to save someone you want to kill, let her do it.If your classmate wants to kill someone you want to save, let her do it.

The life and death of others, the rise and fall of each world, is less important than the harmony between you.Keep this in mind, whether the classmates around you are the moralists you hate the most, or the killers you can't accept, give me a good look at each other. "

As Zhen Cheng listened, he thought about it.Calculated in this way, although I don't know the reason, the person in the class who is most out of tune with me... should be [Empress of Ten Thousand Worlds] Mei Bixi senior sister?

Thinking of that arrogant and poisonous-tongued fairy-like woman, Zhen Cheng was deeply impressed.She herself didn't care too much about Mei Bixi's offense and unreasonableness, but instinctively felt that it was difficult to find a common language with her.

"As long as you do the above two things, you will be my disciples. Otherwise, credits will be deducted at least, and you will be expelled at worst! Please remember at all times that the harmony between you is the most important thing in the world!
For the rest, no matter how you make them, there is no problem that cannot be solved.Even if you go and slaughter the children of other college tutors, it's not a big deal.But although there is no need to be scruples, the problems that should be solved have to be solved if they get into trouble.

For example, if anyone eats up all the slaves kept in the school again, Yizi will personally carry her to do all the work that those slaves are responsible for! "As she said, she turned her unkind eyes to the mosaic in the corner at the back of the classroom:

"If you can't control your mouth, just earn credits and buy slaves to eat! Now, get out of class."

Zhen Cheng turned her head, just in time to see a few mosaic-covered tentacles that sneaked out of the destroyed doorway without her knowing it, and retracted them with a "swipe".

She rubbed her temples silently.Although Qu Yun's speech turned into a funny without any sense of tension in the end, Zhen Cheng didn't miss the rare seriousness on her face just now.

(End of this chapter)