Chapter 3 Language Class
Aurelian College, in the ancient linguistics class.
The dean, Mr. Tunguska, was on the podium, talking about ancient linguistic runes. On the podium, most of the students were drowsy, either distracted or doing other things in private.
There are only a few students who listen carefully to the lectures, and these students are generally children of common people or children of minor nobles.
Even if this class was not the class of Mr. Tunguska, the dean, then there would be about half of the people missing immediately.
Those second and third generations who are extravagant and extravagant will not stay in class so honestly, waiting so hard for the end of get out of class.
Mr. Tunguska, the dean, turned around and took a brief look around the classroom. When he glanced at the second-generation students who were absent-minded and not paying attention to the class at all, his eyes were calm, as if he didn't care at all.
His eyes were focused on the students sitting at the front who were listening to the class. Some smiles appeared on their faces, and then they disappeared in an instant, just like the most stern teachers.
"The ancient Runic language has application value in many fields. For example, among the seven kingdoms in this land, many ancient laws are written in the ancient Runic language."
"But the ways to learn this language are very limited."
"After learning this course of mine, even if you leave the academy and go outside in the future, you will be able to rely on this skill to receive courtesy from major nobles."
When the civilian students sitting in front heard this, their eyes shone brightly and their minds swayed.
For them, being treated by the nobles is already a class jump.
As for the second-generation disciples sitting at the back of the classroom, when they heard the dean's words, they all disagreed, and some even laughed secretly.
After all, in their view, no matter how well one learns various ancient languages, what future can a scholar have?
Although in essence, the second generation of the great nobles who can come to this college will basically not be the heirs. It will be difficult to inherit much territory in the future, and even the wealth will be limited.
It's just that at this age and in the privileged life, very few people can realize this.
When they realize it in the future, it is often the day when their class declines. They will no longer have such a good opportunity to increase their abilities and improve their abilities.
The Seven Kingdoms generally implement the system of primogeniture. The eldest son gets everything, while the other sons don’t get much.
As the original owner, Locke was forced to feel the cruelty of life in advance, and then fell into the trap of the college's ill-intentioned professors.
As a time traveler himself, Locke looked at the runic ancient language textbook and homework in his hand and fell into deep thought.
I don’t know why, but after I traveled through time, I felt that my brain had become a lot smarter. It was as if I had the soul weight of two people at the same time, so both my memory and understanding were much higher than those in my previous life and the original master.
Originally, in the memory of the original owner, it was very complicated, like a bird's language, with each word composed of runes without any rules, but in front of him, it was so simple.
In a very short period of time, he memorized most of the runes and their usage, and completed the homework left by the dean, Mr. Tungus.
『It would be great if I had such a strong learning ability in my previous life. The exam was so easy to handle, then I was a god of learning in my previous life. Locke thought, and at the same time he glanced at the synthesis progress of the synthetic magic emerging from the void in front of him.
The above shows that the synthesis is about to be completed in three minutes.
Dean Mr. Tunguska said, "Okay, that's it for this class. After we go back, everyone has to complete the homework I assigned."
“Also, preview the content of the textbooks I assigned in advance.”
“This can deepen your understanding of the runes.”
“Now give me the homework I assigned in the last class.”
The dean, Mr. Tunguska, walked to the middle of the students in the front row and said with his head lowered.
Actually, he only said these words to these students.
Aurelian College is a very strange school. Its course fees are so high, but its graduation requirements are very simple.
Hence, most of the students here basically don’t know how to listen to lectures.
Making friends, riding horses, playing ball, and having parties, these are the things that the second generation in the academy care about.
As usual, Mr. Tunguska, the dean of the college, reached out to collect the textbooks and homework of several students around him.
After he finished collecting, he turned around and was about to leave.
But at this time, Locke suddenly stood up, holding the rune homework, and said: "Sorry, Mr. Tungus."
"I think you forgot about me. I also completed the homework assigned in the last course."
Hearing this, Mr. Tungus, the dean, paused, then turned around and looked at the homework in Locke's hand, but did not choose to take it, but frowned.
Mr. Tunguska is also an old man with gray hair, gray beard, and a pair of blue eyes. He is also wearing aristocratic clothing with complicated patterns.
"Locke, how long has it been since you listened carefully to the class?"
"When was the last time you handed in your homework?"
The dean's meaning was obvious, that is, he believed that Locke could not keep up with his teaching progress, so there was no value in correcting Locke's homework.
The civilians and minor aristocratic students suddenly looked at Locke with sarcasm in their eyes.
They thought Locke might be crazy.
They had also heard about the affairs of the Anjou Kingdom and the Frankish Empire to some extent, and thought that Locke had done some crazy things when he was desperate.
Even if they listen carefully to every class, and prepare and review every class carefully, as long as they miss one class, it will be difficult for them to keep up with the teaching progress of the dean, Mr. Tunguska.
And Locke, after missing so many classes,
Although I have almost never done any homework, I actually handed in an assignment today.
Locke looked at Mr. Tunguska and knew that if he wanted to break the situation, he must attract the attention of the linguistics professor.
Luckily, after I traveled through time and obtained the body of the original owner, for some reason my memory and understanding did improve greatly.
This has resulted in my learning ability being more than twice as strong as before.
This caused me to barely complete the homework assigned by Mr. Tunguska while studying all night and constantly searching for textbooks.
Hence, Locke insisted: "But Mr. Dean, I really did my homework."
"I suddenly felt that your courses were very interesting. Those ancient languages seemed to have vitality, injecting into my life during the learning process."
Locke boasted a little about the ancient linguistics course taught by the dean.
Dean Tunguska frowned, his expression changed slightly. He glanced at Locke sternly, and after a little hesitation, he chose to take the assignment handed over by Locke.
Locke breathed a sigh of relief when he saw this scene.
Dean Tunguska flipped through Locke's homework a little. At first he didn't care much about it, but after reading a few pages, he looked up at Locke in surprise, and then started to read it seriously.
Locke stared at the dean, Mr. Tunguska, wondering if his judgment was correct.
By using this method, can I really get a quota for outstanding graduates and solve the current dilemma?
There is not much time left for yourself.
After reading it, Mr. Tungus, the dean, was slightly reprimanded. "The error rate is still relatively high."
"Mr. Locke, the quality of your homework is not very high."
Dean Mr. Tunguska handed Locke's homework back and did not accept it. He wanted to take it back for special correction.
Locke had a wry smile in his heart. Sure enough, it was not feasible to improvise.
After all, it was the result of two days of intensive self-study.
The next moment, a yellowed book was placed in front of him.
Locke looked up at Dean Tunguska. "Mr. Dean, this is..."
Dean Tunguska said expressionlessly: "You finish the above questions, and when you are done, come to me in my office."
After saying that, he turned and left the classroom, without telling Locke a time limit.
Locke's eyes flashed with joy, and he made the right bet.
He picked up the homework assigned by the dean alone and quickly left the classroom.
At this time, most people in the classroom, including those minor nobles and commoners who usually listened carefully to the lectures, were unaware of what had just happened.
They just thought it was an ordinary conversation between Locke and the dean. The dean just assigned a separate assignment to "teach" Locke, so it didn't attract anyone's special attention.
At the same time, the synthetic Rubik's Cube in front of Locke also showed that the synthesis has been completed. Level 2 items have been synthesized. Do you want to continue synthesizing level 3 items?