Chapter 222: Summer wind curtain

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In the activity room of the ‘Black Water Lily’.

Lorraine was standing in front of the slate with glasses, teaching the main

points of learning, and below was a crowd of black students, about 40 people,

crowding this small space.

She would feel a little embarrassed to be stared at by so many people in the

past, but after turning to black hair and wearing glasses, it was like wearing

armor for herself, no longer afraid of those sight spears.

Another reason is that these students really respect their teachers. Compared

with the deteriorating and market-oriented teacher-student relationship in the

previous life, the teacher-student relationship in Ivar World is relatively

simple. After all, in this era, knowledge is a rare thing that can be used

personally and can obviously improve one's situation.

Outside the ivory tower-like academy, it is not the peaceful and beautiful

Garden of Eden, it is still a cruel arena for fighting. Although the freshmen

may not have much feelings yet, at the beginning of the establishment of

Emenas, the original and main purpose was still to train outstanding fighters

for the world.

Train fighters who can be heroes.

The object of battle is not only the chaotic phantom from another world, but

also the darkness and decay, backwardness and ignorance of this world. The

means of fighting are not only swords and magic in hand, but also books and

knowledge, beliefs and ideals.

What kind of person do you want to be? What do you want to bring to this

world?

This is almost a question and doubt that runs through a person's life.

Extraordinary sequence is not only a force that transcends the mundane, but

also a life pursuit and philosophy that surpasses the mundane.

The endless pursuit of knowledge and experience, based on this, calmly

thinking and summarizing, exploring the laws and mysteries of the world, this

is the magic sequence.

Constantly strong self, great power originates from oneself without fake

foreign objects, travels between heaven and earth, indulges in one's own

desire and instinct, and obtains supreme freedom. This is the sequence of the

dragon.

In the midst of thousands of predicaments, without fear of disability, giving

up everything, sword walking slant, and living towards death in madness and

killing, this is the demonic sequence.

In the cycle of heaven, everything should follow the principle of balance and

harmony. It is wrong to be too biased towards one end. We should understand

that we must maintain this law in order to survive and develop for a long

time. This is the natural sequence.

With a human body, to fight against all kinds of unsatisfactory,

disadvantaged, and unlucky forces, the power of unity and discipline can

change the day, recreate the mountains and rivers, and man will conquer the

sky. This is the sequence of war.

Everything must be guided by the prevailing circumstances, so that you can get

twice the result with half the effort. Take advantage of the trade wind, step

on the ocean currents, and break the waves of the seven seas. This is the

ocean sequence.

Life is a miracle in the world. Living has unlimited possibilities and hopes.

We have to reserve more fire for this world. This is the angel sequence.

Death is the inevitability of everything. It is the fairest thing in the

world. Glory, hatred, unwillingness, nation, fame and fortune, and all things

stop here. Step into rest and tranquility. Only by facing death without

escaping and calmly will you understand The meaning of everything, this is the

sequence of death.

When Lorraine Hill is helping other people make up lessons, she also talks

about the philosophy of life. This is not deliberately showing off what she

has learned in her previous life, but if she does not think about some things,

after the prosperity is settled, only a place will be left empty .

People will live for their various desires, but they must also understand why

they crave them. Bread and flowers are indispensable, and sometimes flowers

are more precious.

"Okay, let's stop here today. In fact, sometimes it is interesting to think

about your own epitaph."

"Thank you Sister Lorland~"

A group of people stood up in a row, and they didn't know when they would

rise, and their shouts became more natural.

"Yes, forget it, I don't want to say it." Lorraine shook his head, then walked

aside and sat down, watching the people in the activity room slowly leave.

The weather has recently become a lot hotter, and wanton cicadas chirping from

outside the window. The white sunlight shone on the trees and grass outside

the window, reflecting a bright green. The rain ash accumulated on the

windowsill also became very dry, forming small particles, which were swept

away by the warm summer breeze and dissipated without a trace.

"Here, Lorraine." Bumansha came over and handed a light red drink. The ice

cubes hit the glass slightly, making a crisp sound.

"Thank you."

"It's delicious~ it's watermelon juice." Lorrain Hill sipped the juice, the

color of his lips was like light red mountain cherries.

"Thank you."

Bumansa was also sitting opposite her. At this time, the activity room was

quiet, and only the two of them were left. The warm summer breeze blew the

curtains up and slowly fell, and the light curtains slid across her arms as if

light. General light touch.

"How old is Lorraine this year?" Bumansha asked with interest.

"This...about 16 years old?" His appearance looks like this. Lorraine Hill

doesn't know the exact age, but it's hard to say or not, so he can only answer

that way.

"Hey, don't you even know your age? How many 16 years have you lived?"

Bumansha said jokingly.

"I really don't know. I forgot a lot of things when I was young, and I never

met my parents, so I'm not sure how old I am."

Lorraine Hill said in a bit distressed, why the system does not display the

age, it is really strange.

"It always feels like you got a good deal." Bumansha nodded Lorraine's

forehead.

"Because of your young age, others can't tell you about you."

"Why, that's what Eidolon can do." Lorrain Hill shook his head, and the bangs

and hair on his forehead shook slightly.

"Why do you always say some old-fashioned things at such a young age? It

sounds strange at times. It's obviously a year or two younger than me, and it

doesn't look like suffering from suffering." Bumansha took a sip. Juice,

slowly talking about his views.

"Probably because I read more books." Lorraine Hill explained in a low voice,

the summer sun shining diagonally on her face, and tiny hairs could be seen on

her white skin.

"Is this really the case?" Bumansha was a little unbelievable.

"I have seen some seniors and elder sisters in the library who are soaked in

knowledge all the time. They are also very knowledgeable, but most of them

also have their own worries, future choices, studies, romance and so on."

"But in you, I don't seem to see these very much. Although I sometimes feel

distressed, it's just dissatisfaction with the effect, not the confusion of

the direction." Bumansha continued.

"Maturity or change is like a house, experience is the gunpowder piled up in

the house, and the truth is just a lighted torch."

"The torch can only illuminate the surroundings for a short time, but cannot

explode the house. There are many truths in the book, but it is difficult to

understand the meaning and meaning of it if you have not experienced some

things firsthand ~ www.mtlnovel.com~. "

"So when you are young, you have a clearer view of life than me, and it always

surprises me."

"Perhaps this is your talent." Bumansha shook her head and continued without

waiting for Lorrain Hill to explain.

"..." Originally, Lorrain Hill was still struggling to explain the difference

between the two lives. Hearing this, he didn't need to explain, and he was

relieved.

"But 16 was supposed to be a lively and coquettish age, but you are talking

about life philosophy with others, and you always feel a little

uncoordinated."

"Not cute anymore~"

Bumansha squeezed Lorrain Hill's face with a smile, and the latter squeezed

back, not to be outdone.

"That's what I want, I want you to manage~"

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