Fang Zhou, just tell me whether the mission is completed or not.

"Faust...you."

Mephistopheles, who was about to quit, was stunned by Faust's response.

"Mephisto, people should be responsible for what they do. If you don't take responsibility."

"Then I'll take responsibility for you."

"Who made you my best friend?"

After Faust finished speaking, he lay down on the ground on the spot and started doing push-ups without caring what Mephistopheles thought.

Other students saw that Faust was so responsible and was willing to take the initiative to take responsibility for his friends' mistakes.

He attacked Mephistopheles even more forcefully:

"This Mephistopheles is a piece of shit. He doesn't dare to take responsibility for his own mistakes, so he lets squad leader Faust do it."

"How could Captain Faust have such an unreliable friend?"

"If it were me, I would have stayed away from him a long time ago."

Listen to the criticism from people around you.

Mephisto's pupils constricted.

Ten minutes ago, these people's ridicule and criticism of him would have only made him feel amused and disdainful.

But now their words were like a knife, piercing deep into his heart.

His face lost all color in an instant and turned as pale as paper.

He opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but found that his throat seemed to be blocked by something and no sound came out.

He felt that Faust was getting further and further away from himself.

If I leave here, I will never see Faust again.

For Faust.

I must stay too.

Mephistopheles, a firmness that he had never seen before flashed in his eyes:

"I want this blessing."

"It's just push-ups, I'll do it!"

"And I'll study the textbooks too. Sooner or later, I'll let you guys have a taste of what it's like to be last."

Chapter 195 Mephisto only wants to learn.

At dusk, the sky was dyed with a light golden hue.

Mephistopheles had just finished his own blessing, and his figure looked particularly tired in the afterglow of the setting sun.

Sweat soaked through his training suit, sticking to his skin so tightly that it seemed as if you could wring water out of it.

His legs felt as heavy as if they were filled with lead, and every step he took seemed to drain all his strength.

There were waves of pain in his waist, as if it was being pierced by countless needles at the same time, making it almost impossible for him to straighten his body.

However, even in this state, there was no fatigue in Mephisto's eyes, only a more determined light.

"I must study hard later and make those guys who mocked me practice extra tomorrow." Mephisto thought viciously.

He ignored the looks from others, endured the pain in his body, and slowly walked to where he slept during the day.

He picked up the textbook on the ground and began to read it carefully.

And the more he looked, the more ferocious the expression on his face became.

And his actions also made others feel the pressure.

Even a fool could see what Mephistopheles was going to do by studying so frantically.

It's nothing more than wanting to roll everyone else up with him so that they can also enjoy the blessings.

A chill went up from everyone's spine. If this guy became the first place, he would definitely let the last place and another class enjoy the blessing of transcending death.

The students who felt pressured looked at each other, then sat down and started flipping through their books.

For a moment, the rustling sound of turning pages could be heard all over the open space.

At this time, Luo Chen was lying on a chair and sleeping, and was suddenly awakened by the sound of continuous flipping of books.

He raised his head and looked around, and found that the originally quiet open space had become unusually lively.

The students became busy, with the sounds of flipping through books and discussing one after another, creating a tense and enthusiastic learning atmosphere.

Luo Chen looked carefully at everyone's expressions and saw that everyone had a frown on their face, as if they were under heavy pressure from studying.

There was a deep worry in their eyes, as if they were afraid of the upcoming exam, or worried that they would be punished for poor grades.

Seeing this scene, Luo Chen couldn't help but feel angry.

He believes that learning should be a joyful process, a way to explore knowledge and enrich oneself, rather than a burden that makes people frown.

He understands the pressure everyone faces, but he hopes to see everyone face learning with a positive and optimistic attitude.

then.

Luo Chen made a decision that went against educational tradition.

He stood up, walked to the crowd, cleared his throat, and said loudly:

"I declare school dismissed now. Everyone please hand in your books to me."

"You should take a good rest after school. Go back and get some sleep, then prepare for the exam tomorrow morning."

Luo Chen's words first made everyone silent.

But then everyone's frowned brows relaxed.

As long as no one is able to study, there is no need to worry about any changes in tomorrow's test scores.

Then there would be no question of Mephistopheles' revenge.

"Long live Principal Luo!"

The students who had just been frightened pale by Mephisto jumped up excitedly.

As for Mephisto, he looked stunned.

It was the first time he heard of the rule that students cannot study after school.

Is this really a school?

"Bring it to you."

Just when Mephistopheles was stunned, Luo Chen stretched out his big hand and snatched the textbook from Mephistopheles.

He looked up in astonishment, only to see Luo Chen looking at him with a teasing expression.

The color instantly drained from Mephisto's face. He couldn't believe what he was seeing.

That textbook was not only a carrier of knowledge for him, but also his hope for revenge.

He stood up hurriedly and tried to get his textbook back.

But he was so exhausted that he could move even less than a baby.

Luo Chen easily avoided his hand without much effort.

Mephisto, who failed to catch the thing, fell to the ground.

Mephistopheles felt a wave of despair. This was the first time he felt so rude.

"Give it back to me, give it back to me, I want to learn."

Unable to get the book back, he hugged Luo Chen's legs tightly.

As Mephisto spoke, a fan-shaped diagram unexpectedly appeared in his eyes.

There are three parts of pain, three parts of pleading, three parts of despair, and one part of hatred.

Luo Chen was also surprised to see fan-shaped patterns in someone's eyes.

But what surprised him was that there was actually a hint of hatred in the fan-shaped chart.

He looked at Mephisto sarcastically, with a sneer on his face:

"Study? You didn't study hard in class, and now you want to work hard? It's too late! Hahaha."

After saying that, Luo Chen directly pulled out his legs.

He held the textbook high up, as if to show his victory.

Mephistopheles watched his textbook being taken away, and the pleading in his eyes turned into pain.

Ah ah ah ah ah--

Mephisto, kneeling on the ground, let out a heart-wrenching wail.

Faust, who had just returned from extra training, felt a little sad when he saw his best friend wailing in pain.

After Luo Chen left laughing while holding everyone's textbooks.

Faust immediately came up behind Mephistopheles and patted him gently on the shoulder.

"Mephisto, it's okay."

"You can study without books. My classmates and I have read books today. We can recall the contents of the textbook together."

With Faust's comfort, a hint of color returned to Mephistopheles' haggard face.

Faust's suggestion is indeed a method, but he just offended his classmates today.

It would be fine if they didn't do anything bad to me, but can they really help me study?

"Is that really possible? They just did an extra 40 kilometers of training because of me. Can they agree to this?"

Mephisto's voice was weak and tangled, as if he regretted what happened today.

"Don't worry, it'll be no problem."

"Wolf, come here for a moment."

Faust patted Mephistopheles on the back encouragingly, then called a classmate over on the spot.

"Would you please help Mephisto recall what he learned in today's textbook?"

The boy who was called came over and frowned instantly when he heard Faust's suggestion.

He was very unhappy with what Mephistopheles had done today.

His behavior that harms others and does not benefit himself is simply not something a human can do.

If it weren't for him, I wouldn't have trained for an extra 40 kilometers.

But then again, if there is an exam tomorrow, Mephisto will drag down the class again.

So don’t they still need to practice more?

Although it is a bit unpleasant to help him, in essence, I am still helping myself.

Thinking of this, he nodded:

"Sure! As long as he studies hard and doesn't cause us any trouble."

Chapter 196: Integrating the academic master, Mephisto.

Two days later, early in the morning.

"I can't learn, I want to die..."

In the open space examination room.

Mephisto's emerald eyes reflected deep despair.

He felt like he was going crazy.

He never thought about the first-grade textbook that he had casually thrown aside.

It's so rare.