The classroom for the cold weapon course was a spacious hall large enough to accommodate a hundred people. When Lu Mingfei walked into the hall, he almost thought he had entered some kind of campus museum.
The floor was gleaming, there were glass cases everywhere, and the first thing that caught his eye upon entering was Wang Xizhi's calligraphy and painting. He couldn't tell if it was real or fake, but it looked pleasing to the eye.
Lu Mingfei had seen a similar environment before. One year, when he accidentally wandered into the Children's Palace, he saw Chu Zihang in such an environment, having an exhibition match with the central coach, attracting many parents to pay for Kendo lessons.
At this moment, Chu Zihang, Caesar, and 12 other A-ranks were waiting here.
After seeing Lu Mingfei's adaptability to the ribbon in the morning, Angers made a decisive decision to personally teach his dear students a cold weapon class in the afternoon. Even if they couldn't become masters, knowing a little of everything was better than knowing nothing at all.
As far as he knew, the cold weapon fighting techniques learned by these 12 students varied, and recording them as videos would be enough for Lu Mingfei to absorb and integrate.
Caesar saw Lu Mingfei walk in and nodded slightly. There was an empty seat between him and Chu Zihang.
Lu Mingfei sat down naturally, preventing any potential conflict between the two presidents.
A huge mirror embedded in the wall not far away reflected everyone's every move.
Each student brought their own weapon, and Lu Mingfei was no exception; the ribbon was still wrapped around his right hand.
"Injured?" Chu Zihang was the first to speak.
Caesar, on the side, frowned. Such a good opportunity was actually snatched by Chu Zihang.
"No, it's an alchemical weapon given by the principal, an imperishable ribbon. Senior Brother should have heard of it," Lu Mingfei whispered, trying to make his words align with the current environment and atmosphere.
The two beside him suddenly understood. They had both carefully read the ice cellar collection catalog and had an impression of this seemingly useless weapon.
"It looks like you've tamed it," Caesar said.
"An achievement accomplished after a busy morning," Lu Mingfei said modestly.
Caesar smiled. How could he not know how to use this weapon? To have this ribbon peacefully attached to his forearm was already an achievement many mixed-bloods had not completed. As for being busy all morning?
He didn't believe an S-rank would be so afraid of blood that it would take him an entire morning to shed a single drop.
Chu Zihang felt the same.
He turned to look at Lu Mingfei, "Is this your first cold weapon combat class?"
Lu Mingfei nodded, "Yes, Senior Brother, do you have anything to advise?"
"Not much, just listen carefully. Generally, practical combat is required in class. After teaching cold weapon moves, students will pair up for practice, and the teacher will patrol, guide, and correct them on the side."
"Do they teach all cold weapons?" Lu Mingfei was a little curious.
"The last public cold weapon combat class taught Kendo," Chu Zihang pushed the Murasame beside him. "This is the favor I owe you."
Upon mentioning this, Lu Mingfei's expression became strange. He had forgotten that he was still the winner of the Free Day, and he hadn't yet claimed the bugatti veyron and Norton Hall.
According to Fingel, both items were waiting for their owner near Amber Hall.
"Senior Brother, you're being too formal," Lu Mingfei was very sensible.
The two exchanged a smile, and there was no further conversation.
This scene made Caesar next to them feel a chill. Indeed, in a foreign land, fellow countrymen were more familiar. Moreover, the two were also school senior and junior brothers. He had to find a way to make up for this deficiency.
An S-rank held a strategic position and absolutely could not be handed over to Chu Zihang just like that.
At this moment, the door of the hall was pulled open. The three of them looked up simultaneously; the principal had arrived.
Besides that, there was an unexpected person.
Fingel followed sternly behind the principal, as unfamiliar as Fingel von Frings.
"Fingel?" Most of the people in the classroom exclaimed.
Fingel in the distance immediately broke character, looking bitterly at the principal in front, "Principal, I told you I'm not suitable to be a teaching assistant."
It was hard to imagine that Fingel was actually here to be a teaching assistant, but the fact was right before their eyes, and one couldn't help but sigh that only Fingel could take on such a great responsibility.
Currently, all students above A-rank in the college were here for the class. To find another A-rank teaching assistant, indeed, only the F-rank eight-year senior brother remained.
Who said a former A-rank isn't an A-rank?
"On the way here, I met Fingel, the head of the news department, so I temporarily decided to hold a live broadcast on the campus forum," Angers scanned all the students present. "Do any of the students here have any good suggestions?"
"Live broadcast?" Lu Mingfei was surprised. He didn't see Fingel carrying a camera.
"It might be a live broadcast using Noma," Chu Zihang explained.
"Noma can monitor almost all areas of the college," Caesar added.
Lu Mingfei's gaze shifted upwards. The four cameras in the corners of the ceiling were all pointing at the center of the hall, where Principal Angers was walking.
Undoubtedly, someone was operating the surveillance.
"Then Noma can also see us showering?" Lu Mingfei suddenly lowered his voice.
"No one would think of such a thing unless you mentioned it," Caesar's face flushed with embarrassment; he clearly hadn't thought in that direction before.
"My mother asked a similar question before. My answer to her was that Noma is a middle-aged woman. Treating Noma as a middle-aged woman can ease our inner awkwardness," Chu Zihang also whispered.
"Okay, that sounds like the only solution," Lu Mingfei took a deep breath. Noma had been born since the founding of Kassel College, so she might even be older than him.
As soon as he thought of this, Lu Mingfei's mental pressure instantly decreased.
"I will instruct Ms. Noma to pay attention to everyone's privacy, but I think Ms. Noma has discretion in such matters without me reminding her," Angers coughed twice, interrupting the quiet conversation of the three leaders.
"While I don't mind students having friendly exchanges before class, discussing whether artificial intelligence will infringe on human privacy before the upcoming combat class, is that perhaps too far ahead of its time?"
The entire hall immediately quieted down. The students all sat cross-legged on the ground, and Noma's neutral voice came from above their heads:
"Recording begins."
"Today's course is very special. Before the official class begins, I will serve as the opponent for every A-rank and S-rank present. You can attack me with any move, and then I will counterattack. During the counterattack, students who are not hit by me will receive an opportunity for a principal's afternoon tea."
Angers casually took the bamboo sword handed to him by his assistant Fingel, looking at every student on the ground with a smile.
The three-foot, nine-inch bamboo sword for men was now held in Angers's hand, as if Lu Bu had obtained his Halberd of the Heavenly Halberd. Just looking at it was incredibly imposing.
None of the students sitting on the ground moved; they all frowned, staring at the principal.
They were searching.
Searching for flaws in the principal.
But even with just the simple posture of holding the bamboo sword, they couldn't see any flaws.
The old man stood in the center of the arena, inexplicably blending with the entire world. Even his breathing carried a certain rhythm, full of charm and power.
Lu Mingfei's eyes in the crowd lit up slightly. He had seen this rhythm before, and had even broken it.
The rhythm of the world!
