There is a lord who just wants to draw cards, what's wrong with that?

Most people are already in the classroom.

Edward, Argyle and Ai Wei were sitting together, discussing where to have lunch.

There was a circle of people surrounding Schnell, the son of the Beast Prime Minister. He seemed like the center of the entire class and they seemed to be chatting happily.

Nancy sat in her seat, looking at the corridor outside the classroom door, eagerly waiting.

The head teacher, wearing a green seaweed headdress, was lying on the desk catching up on his sleep.

Just then, hurried footsteps and heavy breathing were suddenly heard in the corridor. Nats entered the classroom at the last minute and sat down in a seat next to Nancy.

"Isn't this too rushed? You're almost late."

Natsu wiped the sweat from his forehead and said after a while, "I don't want to, but the bed here is so comfortable to sleep on."

Nancy tilted her head: "The bed is too comfortable?"

"I slept on the ground on the way to Kalia. If there were wild animals around, I would sleep in a tree. It would be very difficult to get down from a real bed."

"..."

Nancy was speechless. It was really hard for Natz to go through all the hardships along the way.

"Where's that person? Hasn't he come yet?"

"Who?"

"It seems like it was my neighbor who lived next door. He hadn't even changed his clothes when I left the house and was even brushing his teeth. Is it because he has some privilege that allows him to ignore my lateness?"

They both thought of Domi at the same time.

Nancy shook her head: "There is no privileged class in Kalia Academy. We are all ordinary students. Even the prince will be punished if he is late."

The locals of Kalia don't usually refer to the college as the Imperial College, it seems to have become a catchphrase.

"Then he is really very courageous..."

As if he had a biological clock, Steward struggled to get up with a roar (yawn), and barely stood up crookedly, looking around:

"Is everyone here? If you are not here, please stand outside. We are now starting our first class meeting."

However, just as Stewart finished speaking, a white light suddenly flashed in the open space behind the classroom, and a teleportation circle appeared.

Then, Domi walked out slowly, and under the gazes of his classmates who were wondering "there is such a thing", he calmly came to the seat that Argyle had reserved for him and sat down.

Especially Nats and Nancy, their jaws dropped. They worked so hard to get up early, drive the carriage, fly over here, or run over here, why? Obviously, a teleportation array can be used to complete the task.

Stewart raised his eyebrows and pointed at Domi:

"Dominic Blofeld, you are late, go stand at the door."

With this name and Edward and Argyle sitting around him, everyone knew his identity and couldn't help but sigh.

The three sons of the family all entered Class A with a proud attitude, and Dominic even got full marks, although he was in the knight examination room.

But his reputation as "One Punch Man" had already spread among the freshmen, and it was a considerable deterrent to those of them who stepped through the threshold to get in.

"Teacher, you are wrong. According to my calculations, I arrived at the classroom at the last second, so I am not late. If you don't believe me, I can use time reversal magic and my pocket watch to demonstrate it to you on the spot."

Stewart was too lazy to argue with him about the one-minute time difference, so he quickly asked him to sit down and cleared his throat:

"Now that everyone is here, let's officially start the class meeting. You can call me Mr. Steward, your homeroom teacher. I usually teach you general routine courses."

"So-called general regular classes are classes that teach everything. It all depends on what the head teacher wants to teach."

"Uh……"

"Then there is classroom discipline..."

While Stewart was talking about useless content wherever he thought, the four of them started making small moves.

Edward and Ai Wei were shorter so they sat in the front, while Agyel and Domi sat behind them.

At this time, Edward turned his head from the front row and handed Domi a note, which read - teleportation magic, please.

Apparently, Edward also noticed the benefits of teleportation magic. He could go directly to the classroom from his bed. How happy he was!

Before Domi finished writing the note, Stewart on the stage suddenly looked at him:

"By the way, the academy does not allow the use of teleportation magic to the classroom. This is the first time, and it will not happen again."

His words cut off Edward's thoughts as well as Domi's, and Edward felt completely dejected.

After looking away, he spoke again:

"Everyone, pay attention. I'm going to talk about something important."

He took out his teacher's ID, which was a small card just like their student ID.

"Take my teacher's ID card as an example. If I want to buy anything in the college, whether it's daily necessities, food, or luxury goods, I can use this small card to swipe on a specific device. I believe some students have already used this function in advance."

"But the things in the academy are not given to you for free. Each item has a price tag, which is paid for with so-called 'grade points'."

"There are many ways to earn GPA in the college, such as starting funds obtained by completing the entrance exam, completing various commissions issued by classmates, participating in some activities issued by the college, and getting GPA, as well as ranking rewards for the final exam, etc."

"However, the largest proportion is undoubtedly 'class ranking'."

At this point, Steward, who had originally had dead eyes, suddenly became serious, causing the students in the audience to become inexplicably serious as well.

"Class A gets 4000 points a month, Class B gets 2500, Class C gets 1500, Class D gets 1000, and Class E gets only 500 points. It's impossible to live without getting some free stuff every day."

"so much?"

"With so many GPA points every month, can't I buy whatever I want?"

“There’s still a surplus!”

Stewart nodded slightly. "Yes, that's right. This is the generous resources that the academy allocates to Class A of each grade."

At this point, the subject changed: "Don't be too happy, your status as Class A is not permanent. Here we introduce a special mechanism that takes place in the middle of each semester - the 'qualifying competition'."

"The qualifying competition will be held in the largest qualifying arena. The lower-level classes can challenge the upper-level classes and cannot refuse. If they fail in the challenge, they will be demoted and all benefits will be recalculated."

"Everyone, the academy is not a compulsory system. We don't support idle people. We need students to compete with each other to improve the average strength. Only the strongest students can stay in this A class. The weak ones will only be transferred to classes BCDE."

"Will the class teacher also be 'demote'?" someone asked.

Stewart nodded:

"It's the same for class teachers. We have another computing system that is closely related to the class we lead."

"When I became your class teacher, all of us had already become a community with a shared destiny. Do your best to save your reputation and don't get kicked out. That would be embarrassing."

"Okay, this class meeting is over, go do whatever you need to do."

"But teacher, we haven't chosen our class monitor yet!" Someone discovered the blind spot.

"Oh, yes."

Steward rubbed his seaweed hair, looked around with an extremely world-weary look, and then pointed at Argyle:

"Then, Argyle Blofeld, you will be the monitor first. We will re-elect you in half a semester. Do a good job..."

As soon as the get out of class was over, everyone became restless.

When I came in on the last day, people who hadn’t visited the campus yet were calling friends to go shopping together.

"Nancy, what about you? What are you going to do next?" Naz asked curiously. He was a little confused and didn't know what to do.

"Department store. Since I have so many credits, I want to buy some daily necessities."

"Then I'll go too!"

"Okay~"

Argyle and his friends wanted to go to the club activity building. It was said that a club welcome party was being held there, and maybe they could find a like-minded club there. Domi had nothing to do, so he followed them.

Just as they were about to leave, Schneier came over, went straight to Domi, and held out his hand to him:

"First meeting, Dominic."

Domi was quite puzzled as to why he didn't look for someone else but only for her, but she still shook his hand out of politeness.

When the two hands were clasped together, Domi felt the strength coming from Schneier, which was totally different from what a handshake should be.

If it were an ordinary person, he would probably be crushed to pieces.

The reason why the Beast Prime Minister is called a beast is not only because he has a beast-like terrifying consciousness, but also because he was as fierce as a beast before he became the Prime Minister. He was known for his great strength and was said to be able to break through the city wall with one punch! He was like a humanoid self-propelled siege machine!

As his youngest son, Schnell was also born with supernatural powers and a talent for magic.

"Is there a problem?"

Domi didn't feel anything. He wanted to see what this guy was trying to do, so he didn't fight back for the time being.

"I just want to get to know you."

He still had that fake smile on his face.

"Really? Then you'd better get to know each other."

"Oh~ Why do you say that?"

"Because I also want to get to know you."

After saying this, Schneier suddenly felt as if his hand was clamped in a pair of pliers and he couldn't move.

Then, a force far superior to his own came from Domi's hands.

Crackling!

In an instant, all the bones in his hand were shattered!

"what……"

Schneier still had some backbone and just groaned.

"We're done with the acquaintance, that's all."

After saying this, Domi walked away.

The students who had just had a pleasant conversation with Schnell didn't know what to do now. They all stood there staring at Schnell with a face full of resentment. He looked at his hand that was twisted beyond recognition, and even his molars were about to be broken...

Chapter 172 War Art Society

Chapter 172-171- War Art Society

On the way to the social activities building, Ai Wei tilted his head to look at Duomi and asked curiously:

"Duomi Duomi, what grudge do you have against the prime minister's son? Why are you so cruel?"

"Hard?"

Not only Ai Wei, but Edward and Argyle also nodded in sync.

"Well...if I'm not mistaken, the feud with him should have happened at that time..."

Afterwards, Domi recounted the entire incident at the auction, including the bidding for the Book of Heraldry in the private room where the Prime Minister was, from beginning to end. It didn't take much time, and he finished it in just a few words.

"As you know, I was the one who took the photo of the Book of Arms. As far as I know, Schnell was in the box at the time, and it was he who asked for the Book of Arms."

"It's like I stole his things, how can he not blame me?"

"I see~" Ai Wei nodded repeatedly, "I didn't expect him to be such a narrow-minded person."

"It's better to have less contact with Schneier in the future," Argyle said, "Tell me consciously that he is not a trustworthy person."

"Maybe they'll stab us in the back," Edward added.

"As the son of the prime minister, he shouldn't be that stupid... dull, right? We are a class, what good will it do him to stab us?"

Ai Wei really wanted to swear, but her years of upbringing made her change her words in time.

At this time, Domi, who was dubbed as a "conspirator" by the system, had the right to speak:

"That's why you don't understand Ai Wei. Never judge a person by worldly morality, because when pushed into a corner, people will do anything."

At this point, Domi suddenly paused and said, "But then again, stabbing us, or even the entire class, is not without benefits."

"What's the benefit?"

"Forget it, let's not talk about it for now."

"Don't keep me in suspense!"

The four of them walked to the club activity building chatting and laughing.