Chapter 186 Be Your Own Hero

As much as the students in Kassel were looking forward to it, the day for Kyushu Martial Arts to start soon came.

Professor Guderian spent half an hour dressing himself up.

This is simply unimaginable for him, a confused person who even wears a red nightcap matching Santa Claus to class.

"Very good, hair dryer, hair dryer..."

He muttered and dried his hair.

The professor from Kassel looked at his face from side to side in the mirror.

Blinking his left eye, then his right eye, he stuck out his tongue in a childlike manner, as if he had returned to the orphanage decades ago, when he would laugh after following Manstein and teasing the nurse. Making faces at each other, although the prison-like iron-gray time was extremely painful, Guderian could always find happy shells in the quagmire of pain. Perhaps this was the reason why Guderian was so out of touch that it was helpless and even arresting. Crazy, maybe the reason why Manstein took him all the way to Kassel even though he was sarcastic about his old friend.

Best friends are no longer best friends.

I have to say that I am really a handsome guy, right?

Guderian showed a satisfied smile.

Oh my gosh!

The tie is actually crooked...a full 15 degrees!

Guderian was shocked.

Today's class was attended by masters from the teaching team.

He couldn't allow himself to behave so rudely.

This is simply a crime!

The tie must be stuck at a perfect 180 degrees.

parallel to the earth.

This is the most basic respect he has for the pioneers on the path of truth research as a late learner.

Guderian immediately arranged his tie in a hurry.

He was still mumbling the name of the master who would be attending the martial arts class today.

Although it is exaggerated to use words like honorary names, in Guderian's view, it is necessary.

After all, if you pick just a few of these names, they are all great people who can appear in textbooks.

Guderian was a pure scholar.

For a pure scholar, money and power will eventually be buried in the ground after a hundred years, leaving the dust of time to pile up high graves that no one cares about.

But researchers are different.

Time is fair. It will erect a monument for a great soul, which will record his contribution to mankind and truth in this life.

And today, he, Guderian, will give lectures to such a group of great souls!

Although the person who actually teaches is S-level Lu Mingfei.

Although he also knew that the masters also came for the S-level martial arts classes.

But what does it matter?

The teacher who teaches this elective course called Kyushu Martial Arts clearly has Guderian's name written on it.

Thank you to the wise principal!

His virtues are more brilliant than gems and make the sun eclipse!

Guderian really wanted to rush to Ange and kiss his shoes.

After all, he could have written Angers name as the main teacher of the martial arts class.

but no!

The generous and merciful heroic and invincible legendary Dragon Slayer gave this opportunity to him!

Gave it to a little professor!

Ah, Guderian felt it was time for him to learn from Fingel, his most protégé.

For example, there are 108 sliding and kneeling positions.

Especially since tenured professors from Cassell took the initiative to call him one after another, asking if they could attend S-level martial arts classes.

Guderian cried!

People who are not naive about research cannot understand his mood.

That’s how I describe it.

It was like a dead man with a cabinet of figurines at home woke up early one morning and found that his wives had come to life.

My wife, Yuno, poked her head out of the kitchen, holding a kitchen knife in her hand, and smiled brightly at you.

Saya in a white dress sits on your quilt like a duck and wakes you up.

Kurumi Tokisaki was completing his routine morning training while holding a tachi.

Is there anything happier than this? No more! Not anymore! I believe you have fainted from happiness!

This was Guderian's mood.

He didn't even know how he got here these days.

I feel like my whole body is full of strength, so full that it’s about to overflow, even if I do a thousand, uh, a hundred, uh, ten sets of push-ups in a row! He won't even shout stop!

Moreover, Guderian clearly realized that if he completed the elective course work, the title of tenured professor in Cassel that he longed for would definitely not be a problem.

There was nothing to say, but just to fulfill his dream, he wanted to call the S-class a teacher!

It's a pity that if Guderian himself didn't know anything about Kyushu Martial Arts, he would have really wanted to spend all night working on the lesson plan to make it seamless and perfect.

But it doesn't matter if he doesn't know it. Guderian knows his position very well. He is just an innocent lecturer. The real teaching assistant for elective courses is S-level!

I believe that with Mingfei’s genius cells, there will definitely be no problem.

So Guderian solemnly stood at the door of Lu Mingfei's dormitory with the sacred feeling of admiring the great S-class lesson plan.

He took three deep breaths to calm down his excitement before knocking on the door.

It was during these three deep breaths that he heard the unimaginable top secret.

"Mysterious truth!"

"Senior, this is the essence of Kusanagi-ryu ancient martial arts! It fits your image very well. You must practice it well!"

"Hahaha, how do you pronounce this in Japanese? Forget it, it doesn't matter. Hahaha, just a small island country citizen dares to compete with me, the big devil. He is overestimating his own ability. He really is overestimating his ability!"

Guderian raised his hand and lowered it, lowered it and raised it again.

Hesitation is simply written on his face.

It sounds like the S-Class is doing something extremely important.

Is it really appropriate for me to intrude like this?

Just when he didn't know how to make a decision, he heard the S-class speak with great solemnity.

"Zero, this is the secret of the serpent flow, the sun shines!"

Orochi flow?

Guderian listened solemnly.

"You have to be careful when using it. According to legend, there are records of people destroying the world with this!"

Guderian was shocked.

Destroy... destroy the world!

Could it be some kind of world-destroying speaking spirit!

This, this, this!

What should he do, what should he do!

Guderian was anxious.

He only knew that S-level martial arts would be very strong, but he never thought that it would be so strong!

Isn't the world-destroying level of Yanling a power that only the Dragon King can control?

S-class can actually exert such terrifying power, simply, simply...

Suddenly, the professor realized a serious problem.

Since the S-level can exert the world-destroying power that only the Dragon King can exert, to make a simple approximation, then the S-level is...

Guderian was shocked.

Now he has completely forgotten the purpose of this trip.

No matter what the lesson plans or martial arts are, I can lean back.

Destroy the world, destroy the world...

Guderian left with peace of mind.

When I returned to the teacher's dormitory, I locked myself up, washed my face, put on my pajamas and put on my nightcap, said good night to myself and prepared to forget all this.

As soon as he lay down, he immediately sat up like a spring.

no!

He can't just leave it alone!

This is no longer something I can handle.

Guderian opened Principal Angers' office with a tragic mood.

The visitor didn't knock on the door, which surprised the old man behind the table.

"It's you, Professor Guderian."

Angers smiled easily.

"How about some black tea?"

"Mr. Principal!"

Guderian slapped his imposing hands on the mahogany desk.

The force was so great that the cute plush ball on his nightcap bounced high and then fell quickly.

The legendary dragon slayer looked away without leaving any trace.

With his battle-hardened qualities, he certainly couldn't laugh easily.

Angers put on a serious face quite cooperatively.

"anything?"

"The world needs us!"

Guderian said.

For a moment, Angers was really afraid that Guderian would take out a transformer without saying a word and start dancing.

What is this, transforming into a hero and invading reality?

Before he could think deeply, Guderian roared.

"The world is in crisis!"

"We must act!"

"S-level!"

Guderian took a deep breath.

"We need to reconsider our attitude towards S-class!"

Angers' relaxed mood disappeared.

He quickly grimaced.

"S level, S level..."

After muttering twice, he looked at Guderian seriously again.

"In the end what happened?"

"Don't be anxious, Professor Guderian, calm down and tell me everything you know."

"Yes, Mr. Principal, I know, let me think about it."

Guderian nodded.

Soon, he started talking about the S-class lesson plan he wanted to pay homage to, to the top secret he heard while standing at the door where Lu Mingfei asked for instructions, and the terrifying name of the world-destroying Yanling.

"etc."

Angers' expression was a little weird, well, Guderian didn't know how to describe it. In short, it was like the feeling that there was something funny but he couldn't laugh. It was very painful.

"The world-destroying Yanling you just mentioned is called, Sunshine Shines?"

"Um!"

Guderian nodded solemnly.

"I have reason to suspect that the sun-drenched personality is similar to the candle dragon at the top of the bronze and fire series. The S-class can actually master such terrifying abilities. I have to say..."

"etc."

Angers raised his palms, lowered his head slightly, and used his other hand to support his forehead, making his expression unclear.

Judging from the slightly trembling shoulders of this old man, he must be very excited.

Guderian thought.

"For the sake of strictness, I think it is necessary for me to confirm again that the world-destroying word spirit you mentioned, Professor Guderian, is indeed called Sunshine."

"Exactly!"

Guderian nodded decisively.

"I swear by the blood covenant of Abraham!"

He raised his hand as he spoke.

"Okay, okay, I know, I know."

Angers pressed his hands.

He coughed twice more.

Guderian was still confused when he finally walked out of the principal's office.

What about Mie Shi Yan Ling? Where's the sun shining? Why did Mr. Angers ignore such an important thing?

Finally he remembered what the principal was about to say but hesitated to say.

"Don't worry, Professor Guderian, I have plans for everything in the S-class, and there won't be any problems."

Since the person who said this is Angers, it should be fine.

Guderian breathed a sigh of relief.

Sure enough, it is great to have such a principal whom I can rely on.

He thought from the bottom of his heart.

Even when he was about to go out, Mr. Angers paid special attention to his work and physical condition, and kindly told him not to work too hard, and to balance work and rest after work. Playing games is also a good choice.

That's great, Mr. Principal.

Professor Guderian thought with tears in his eyes.

It is precisely because of such a perfect leader that he cannot relax his demands on himself. If he has no time to play games, it is simply a waste of life. Professor Guderian decided to double the time for research after returning, and do it in one day. Four hours of sleep.

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"So, is this the reason why you were almost late today?"

Manstein held Guderian's collar and spit.

"That, that, please let me go, bow tie! Bow tie! The bow tie is going crooked!"

Guderian was quacking like a duck that had lost its eggs.

"Fool!"

Manstein was absolutely furious with this man.

"For the sake of the Black King, stop thinking about your damn bow tie and look at this, my dear professor!"

He pointed downward.

Guderian lowered his head blankly.

I saw one of his calves covered with white stockings, and another pair of black socks that only reached the ankle.

Manstein closed his eyes in pain.

He thought he might need eye drops.

But I couldn't help it.

"Why are you wearing stockings?"

he growled.

"It's very comfortable, isn't it?"

Guderian said.

"I should have killed you in the orphanage!"

Manstein threatened him viciously.

"I'll give you three more minutes. Right now, I still need you for the S-level martial arts class!"

"If they can't even do a good mascot, damn it, why don't they put a dog on the podium!"

In short, after a lot of excitement, and under the kind supervision of his old friend who wanted to kill someone, Professor Guderian finally arrived in the classroom before the start of the elective course.

Well, to be precise, it's the auditorium.

Although there are only fifty students in the class, there are also professors who are sitting in as observers. Although the number of these professors is not large, we cannot let these great souls, half of their bodies buried in vomit, sit on the stool behind the professor and follow the elementary school students alone. Just listen to the lecture as if, that is simply blasphemy against the truth.

Of course, you can also understand that Mr. Principal thinks that listening to classes in the auditorium will be more stylish.

After all, among the people present today was this legendary dragon slayer.

So, when Guderian opened the door, an auditorium full of students and masters burst into view.

Chu Zihang, Caesar, Ling, Chen Motong, Lancelot, Michelle, Fingel, Rosalia...

All the students who are qualified to sit here are of A-level blood, and all of them are mixed-race elites.

Well, wait, is there some strange guy mixed in?

Forget it, it’s not important.

As for the master, there is no need to mention it.

One only has to look at Guderian's trembling legs and fingers to recognize the glory of the moment.

"Go, my old friend."

Manstein smiled.

He pushed slightly from behind.

Guderian stumbled forward.

Soon he stood upright.

The hybrid elites and masters looked at him.

No one lights up golden eyes.

But the pressure at this moment is heavier than the mountains.

Guderian took a deep breath and continued to take deep breaths.

He took a tentative step forward.

You can hear a needle drop in the auditorium.

No one spoke.

Guderian's calves began to tremble.

He once criticized Fang Qiu on the podium of the world's top universities such as Harvard and Cambridge.

In the outside world, he can also be respected as a professor.

But this is Kassel.

No one knows better than him what these people in the auditorium represent.

In front of them, he was just an ignorant apprentice.

Today, the apprentice will stand on the podium.

But why?

He's not S-class.

So why?

Guderian's heart kept sinking.

At this moment, applause broke out.

Even if there is only one person applauding, it is so loud, so powerful, and so firm.

Angers glanced at the door and smiled knowingly.

He clapped along.

Then came Chu Zihang and Ling.

Caesar raised his lips with interest.

He applauded too.

More people, more students and even professors generously gave their applause.

Guderian looked around blankly.

He was overwhelmed with great surprise.

The trembling steps became firm.

He walked towards the podium with his head held high.

"So handsome."

At the door, Lu Mingfei, who arrived after the two of them, sighed with emotion.

"Thanks."

Manstein whispered.

He understood that if the S-class hadn't been the first to applaud and come to the rescue, there's no telling what his old friend would have become.

"That guy is just like that. He always loses his temper and is really bad."

Manstein said.

"Is it bad?"

"no."

Lu Mingfei clapped and smiled as he watched Guderian's thin back walking towards the podium.

"Every bad kid has a heart that wants to be noticed."

"Professor, he is actually quite handsome."

"Although he is usually a bit sloppy, the way he studies seriously is really awesome."

Lu Mingfei smiled and showed his thumbs up.

"It doesn't matter if you are a bad kid, just be your own hero."

"Come on, Professor."