Chapter 1709 Bruce Wayne and the Chamber of Secrets (VII)

The first class at Kamar-Taj School of Magic was beyond the expectations of all outsiders. There was no recitation from the script, no repeated instructions. They only heard one word from the Holy Sword Master, that is, "Run!".

What does it feel like to run at 6:30 in the morning at an altitude of 6,000 meters, accompanied by an endless blizzard?

The magic used by Harley, Bruce and Barry to adapt to the altitude sickness has not been removed, so they don't have to face the lack of oxygen for the time being, but the snow that has completely buried their calves has made it difficult for them to walk.

All the students except them seemed to have adapted very well, running at the fastest speed on a large playground made of flattened hills, and the Holy Sword Master stood in the middle of the field waving his giant sword and shouted in a powerful voice.

"Run faster! Don't let me see anyone slacking off. The first principle of dealing with demons is that you'd better have the strength to knock them down with one punch! Run faster, the one at the end of the line! Speed ​​up!"

"Run faster, those two freshmen! Those younger than you run faster than you, move your legs, swing your arms, and you, Harley Quinzel, don't turn your head around, stop howling! Run!"

Of course, elementary schools in the United States also have physical education classes, but generally speaking, there is no such intense exercise as running around the playground. In most cases, there is no need to line up. You only need to line up to get the ball in the equipment room, and then play basketball or football with your friends. Those who don't like sports can just gather together and talk.

The intensity of physical education classes at Kamar-Taj School of Magic is far beyond their imagination. A class is only half an hour, and the three of them feel that they have been running here for half a year.

Bruce is not the strong Batman now. He is just a young master who lost his parents not long ago. Barry is not the Flash who is good at running. He is still studying in the more relaxed American public school. The amount of exercise in half an hour is equivalent to a normal year.

Harley is the only one who performs better among the three. On the one hand, she is older and girls develop earlier, so she can barely cope with it. On the other hand, she really needs to run fast to survive in Gotham. Not only can she survive, but she can also take the initiative to attack. The physical fitness of being able to carry four corpses in a row is quite good among her peers.

After the Holy Sword Master shouted "get out of class dismissed", even if none of the three people could understand Chinese, they still sat down on the ground without delay for half a second.

They were so tired that they couldn't speak at all, and what was more terrible was that they could feel that the magic that helped them adapt to the altitude sickness was gradually fading, which meant that it was very likely that they would be exhausted to death if they had another class like this tomorrow or the day after tomorrow.

"Are you okay?" Although it was snowing heavily, Helen, who was still wearing only a thin school uniform, walked across the snow to Harley's side. Harley was completely collapsed in the snow, looking a little unconscious.

"This is crazy." Harley panted and said in a tearful tone: "It's only seven o'clock in the morning, and I have completely exhausted the physical strength I will use in the next week. I feel like my lung cells are grabbing my ribs and dancing a few pole dances!"

Helen was amused by her metaphor. She sat down next to Harley and said: "It's okay to adapt. I felt a little tired when I first came, but you will soon find that running for half an hour in such cold weather is a pretty good warm-up activity."

Harley wailed again, and Helen stood up, holding her arm He pulled her upper body up by force, and then said, "Hurry up, there are still four compulsory classes in the morning, and it will be time for elective classes around ten o'clock."

"You haven't chosen the elective class yet, and I plan to skip this one. We can go to the library to check information when there are fewer people. Hurry up and don't waste time. Shouldn't you leave a good impression on all the professors?"

Harry was dragged by Helen to the classroom for the next class with a look of despair. As soon as she walked in, she saw a handsome man with black curly hair and green eyes standing next to the podium, fiddling with the files in his hand.

"Is he Loki Odinson?" Little Bruce walked forward slowly, and Barry's movements were slower than his. Both of them felt that their legs were not their own.

"I wanted to ask before, why is it Odinson? Isn't Loki Odin's brother in Norse mythology? Odin's father is not called Odin?" Barry asked puzzledly.

"In our world, Loki is Thor's younger brother. They are both Odin's children. Now Thor is the God King of Asgard, and Loki is the Prince of Asgard."

Sirila's voice came from behind the two boys. She gently pushed Bruce and said, "Go there, sit in the front row. I bet Professor Odinson will like you very much."

Bruce looked around and didn't find a familiar figure in the crowd, so he sat down in the second row next to him with peace of mind.

"I'm glad I saw new faces among you."

Loki, wearing a magician's robe, stood in front of the podium, with his hair neatly combed back. He wore the prince's crown a little in front of the knot of his hair. On his hand holding the staff was a gemstone ring that sparkled with magical brilliance. Anyone could see that every part of his appearance had been carefully taken care of.

Unlike the Holy Sword Master, Loki did not use a mixture of four or five languages ​​to give lectures. He said to everyone in slow and clear American English: "I am very happy that fresh blood is constantly injected into this school, and I have another good news to tell you."

"Last night, I communicated with several professors in the school, and we all agreed that we should conduct periodic tests on your learning results during this period."

Loki paced in a small area in front of the podium at first, with a slightly playful smile on his face. He continued: "Don't think that I will take out a stack of test papers from somewhere and distribute them to you. The competition in the mystical world has always been about one thing, that is, who has the bigger fist."

The students became restless in an instant, like a pot of hot water that suddenly boiled. All the students except the three outsiders seemed to have never experienced the destruction of the previous physical education class, and their eyes and faces were full of excitement.

"In the next three weeks, Kamar-Taj School of Magic will hold more than 20 rounds of magic competitions in the indoor stadium next to the playground. Any student can sign up, and the content of the competition is not limited to wand casting."

Loki stopped, turned his head and glanced at several big men in the classroom, and said: "If you have the ability to knock the opponent down with one punch, this kind of violence can be temporarily forgiven, but please remember that it is limited to the ring."

"Of course, some children with smart little heads have chosen my magic and illusion class in advance. Some of them with excellent grades have learned to be invisible and release clones. Of course, this method can also be used. Are you ready to make your opponents run around?"

The discussion below is even louder But Loki continued as if he didn't hear it: "Also, and, of course I won't forget, even though the magic world is no longer short of energy for casting spells, if you can trick more from the demon god, we will definitely give you an 'excellent' grade when grading the final exam."

"I know that many of you have begun to communicate with some mysterious existences in the star realm intermittently. Some people have only heard the call vaguely, while some have already decided on their contract objects, and even some talented and excellent students have reached a two-way agreement with the demon god they chose."

When Loki's voice fell, some students in the seats raised their heads with imperceptible pride. Obviously, they are the top students mentioned by Loki.

"But what you think is a lead may not be a lead." Loki shook his head gently, and then changed the subject and said: "Whether your cooperation and compatibility with certain demon gods can really help you, you must test it in practice. Now, the opportunity has come."

"This will be the first large-scale event since the establishment of Kamar-Taj School of Magic. I believe you should be able to see how much the school attaches importance to it. This may be related to your future development in the magic world."

"So, children, I will give you time to study on your own in this class. You have enough time to consider whether to go further in gaining power or continue to lay a solid foundation. What will the final result be depends on your thoughts... get out of class dismissed!"

After Loki finished speaking, he put away the files in his hand and walked out of the classroom with the same elegant and slow steps, but all the students in the classroom did not move. After a few seconds of stagnation, the heated discussion broke out.

Little Bruce could not understand many oriental languages, but he could barely feel what they were discussing. It was nothing more than the competition system, schedule, and whether teammates were needed, but he just wanted to go back to sleep now.

Last night, in the last few seconds before leaving the Dream School, Bruce asked Stark not to blur his dream memory like other students, because Stark's knowledge about the Ark Reactor and magical energy was very inspiring to him, and he didn't want to forget it.

But this brought a very sad sequelae, that is, his brain can't bear the 24-hour operation without rest. If he could barely act instinctively before the physical education class in the morning, now the physical education class has exhausted all his physical strength. He can still stand now. It is already a gift.

Barry saw very keenly that Bruce was not in a good condition, but he didn't know what he dreamed about. So out of kindness, he helped Bruce back to the room to rest. Seeing that Bruce fell asleep, Barry didn't plan to sleep. He was going to find Harley and ask her what she thought about the game.

But on the way to the girls' dormitory, Barry met Jennifer Mavey again. The little girl was no longer as shy as before, but with fear and panic in her expression.

"God, why are you here? Someone in the girls' dormitory went crazy again. She ran towards the single dormitory screaming. I was just about to find the professor!"

"What?!"