final catastrophe

Chapter 465 34. Rules of No Taboo

Before the clock struck midnight, all the splendor and splendor behind the Jizhou school gate disappeared. Xia Ji leaned against a newly assigned separate dormitory, curled up on the unwarmed bed, and outside the window was the sound of wind, but also the shriek. The sound of fighting.

Only then did he think of looking through the thing called "Jizhou Academy Rules".

Sweeping his eyes line by line, he didn't see a line of words until the end, and he read out lightly: "From midnight to before dawn, outside the dormitory, life and death are irrelevant."

After reading it carefully again, most of the so-called Jizhou Academy Rules are just clichéd discipline issues.
And these disciplinary questions were obviously written hastily and perfunctorily, as if they were dealing with inspections, and even Xia Ji saw a lot of typos.

And it was not until the last few lines at the end that it showed the essence of this campus.

First, the society encourages students to discuss with each other in a friendly way, and if they reach an agreement, they can challenge, but their lives must not be endangered.

This agreement is naturally divided into oral, or written, or even some kind of agreement.

And not to hurt life, which means that as long as you don't die, you can beat yourself to death, and it probably doesn't matter if you are disabled.

Second, the society encourages the development of ancient martial arts and is committed to cultivating the atmosphere of the world. The so-called heroes in troubled times should be encouraged by the students.

To put it bluntly, the society doesn't care about grievances and hatred. To some extent, there are no teachers at all here, but a world full of clubs.

Third, the school encourages students to go to bed early and get up early, so from midnight to before dawn, outside the dormitory, life and death are irrelevant.

To put it simply, it means that between twelve o'clock and dawn, even if you kill someone, no one cares.

And if you were killed, it could only be bad luck.

Xia Ji looked through it several times, but he didn't see any prohibited items.

It really is a chaotic world.

Especially after dark.

Tomorrow, the first day of school life will begin.

Holding a vague expectation and a touch of loneliness, he lay down on the pillow that still smelled of fragrance.

In terms of material provision, Jizhou Academy is really luxurious, it is this simple independent dormitory, just like the bedroom of ordinary noblemen and ladies.

But the boy doesn't care about that anymore.

He's a little sleepy.

The knife is a wooden knife, with rough workmanship and no edge, except for the shape of the knife, it is no different from a wooden stick.

The sky is bright.

It just passed the dawn of life and death, and someone was dragging the corpses that died last night, counting the list.

It was a boy in school uniform with a gloomy expression, lowering his head and taking notes.

The sound from the direction of the dormitory made him turn his head, it was an unfamiliar face.

The face was a little dazed, but also a little new.

This is the case with the Jizhou Institute. Even though people die from time to time, fresh blood is added from time to time.

They, the Blood Vulture Society, never participated in it, and just handled the corpse silently.

Therefore, this newcomer, as far as they are concerned, is just a walking corpse.

Maybe one day, you can see his face on the ground, with his pupils wide open, unable to close his eyes.

Weakness is a sin.

The gloomy boy yawned and shook his hand: "Student, where are you going early in the morning? Everyone here is a night owl. It's rare to see you getting up early."

The new face stopped, "Who are you?"

The bleak boy smiled bleakly, "Blood Vulture Society, Fang Quan."

The new face nodded politely, "Xia Ji."

Fang Quan seemed to have heard the name somewhere, but he didn't remember it for a while. When he looked again, the new face named Xia Ji had already walked towards the distance, which seemed to be the direction of the library.

How stupid.

Not to mention permission issues.

Even if it is open, relying on the remaining records on paper and unsystematic exercises, if you want to practice something famous, you are still at the age of dreaming.

If the library really contains the complete magical skills of the ancient times, then where is the current statistics department's routine of calculating by categories?

Poultry?

Natural department?
Usually these two categories, right?
It's all just remaining moves, pieced together.

A real strong man must either have excellent talent, or have struggled through life and death.

As for those gunsmiths who just want to confront those gunsmiths with a knife, there are not many people in the entire Kyushu Academy, right?

"Still at the age of dreaming." Fang Quan sighed.

Suddenly, he remembered that his junior brother, Qin Ze, who had just come to report from the Blood Vulture Society, seemed to have mentioned that there was such an influential figure named "Xia Ji" in Lily of the Valley where he was originally.

The more windy and cloudy it is, the more radical it is, and maybe soon you will be able to see his face on the muddy ground in the early morning.

Fang Quan licked his lips.

thump.
咚咚
In the deep winter mist, there was a knock on the door of the empty library.

Maybe it was because the guards in the library of the academy never thought that someone would come so early, so no one responded.

The black-haired boy stood still.

After confirming that no one was there and the door was closed tightly, he was not anxious, let alone in a hurry, sitting on the cold stone steps, holding the wooden knife, frowning in deep thought, not knowing what he was thinking.

The mist showed no sign of dissipating, and after sitting for an unknown amount of time, the sound of footsteps in twos and threes came from a distance, yawning, saying these nutritious words, and walking along the main road.

Perhaps the young man was too low-key, and no one noticed his existence.

It wasn't until the light of dawn was so strong that all the mist turned a little golden, like it was burning, that a girl with panda eyes came listlessly and unlocked the door of the library with a bang.

Then "Ah" screamed.

Because at this time, she realized that there were actually people in the fog! !
"It scared me to death." The girl who was on duty in the library patted her chest, "It's scary to be here in the morning and refuse!"

Xia Ji got up and said, "Can you go in?"

The girl said: "What level of authority?"

"Permissions?"

The young man with broken hair showed a slight look of doubt.

The girl sneered: "Are you new here? Then you can read books on the first floor. Remember, all books cannot be taken out or damaged."

Xia Ji looked up at the height of the library. Although there was fog, he could still recognize five floors, so he asked, "There are five levels of authority?"

The girl lazily said: "Why do you know so much? Anyway, you won't come after two or three days. If you are still here in a week, I will talk to you again. It's so annoying. I just want to sleep in another place, and I hate it." You newcomers who haven't woken up yet."

Xia Ji was not angry either, and walked towards the library.

The girl yawned and said: "Senior Sister will call you for free, I really want to practice ancient martial arts, go to a club with few team battles, go in and learn hard, keep safe, and live longer.

It is good to have dreams, but those who have dreams usually do not live long in Jizhou Academy. "

(End of this chapter)