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Military academy.

Combat system.

The combination of these two words means that as long as you fall later than your enemy, you are the strongest warrior.

This is generally true, but recently arrived freshmen found that they have an advanced space theory class on their schedule.

It's actually a compulsory course.

An important course that could result in you failing to complete enough credits and possibly being held back or even expelled.

Nakajima Atsushi's hands were shaking, and he closed his eyes tightly, imagining that he must have taken the wrong Sigma course schedule. No matter how he thought about it, his roommate from the Department of Information and Communication needed this course more, so he comforted himself not to panic. But when he opened his eyes again, the three big words "Combat Department" were still on the upper left corner of the course schedule.

The strange behavior finally attracted the attention of Sigma, who was in the same room, and he came over with concern.

Both teachers and students in the military academy share dormitories with two people in one room. Teachers are assigned to a room based on their courses and departments, while students are assigned one senior to one freshman to make it easier for classmates to take care of each other.

Sigma is a sophomore student. His previous senior has graduated. This is his first time living with a freshman, and he inevitably feels a sense of responsibility to take care of him.

Unfortunately, at first glance, he was frightened away by the advanced space theory on the course schedule.

Sigma immediately recalled his own frustration when he saw this course schedule when he first entered school. He felt the same way and sighed: "You don't like advanced space theory either?"

"Does the Department of Information need to take this course?" Nakajima Atsushi thought that if this course was not a required course in the Department of Information, he would transfer to another department now.

There are many freshmen in the combat department who have the same idea, but their predecessors say with heavy and sorrowful expressions that this course is a compulsory course that all departments must take.

Although it is a large class and a theoretical class, everyone has to learn it and it accounts for a very large proportion of the credits.

It's just so weird.

Nakajima Atsushi began to regret. In fact, before coming here, several other military academies had also extended olive branches to him, but he came here specifically because Dazai Osamu worked in this academy.

The other party once helped him when he was in the most difficult time and took care of him for a long time.

So among several military academies, Nakajima Atsushi immediately chose this one.

But the enrollment brochure didn't mention that the combat department had theoretical courses, and they were compulsory courses, so Nakajima Atsushi was hesitant.

Of course, this is just a thought. Transferring schools is not that simple.

He slapped his face hard and cheered himself up: "By the way, do you know where Mr. Dazai's office is? I want to go say hello to him." Thank him for his help in the past.

"He is one of the teachers of this course." Sigma looked at Nakajima Atsushi with pity and pointed his finger at the column of Advanced Space Theory on the course schedule.

Seeing Nakajima Atsushi's puzzled look, he explained, "This course is quite special. There are two teachers in charge of teaching it, and the exams and grading are also decided by them together."

Thinking about Dazai Osamu's attitude before, Nakajima Atsushi suddenly relaxed: "Teacher Dazai will not hold back on credits, so this course should be easy to pass. The more difficult one is the other teacher..."

Sigma was hesitant to speak, and could see that Nakajima Atsushi seemed to have a strong impression of Dazai Osamu. Thinking of another classmate Akutagawa Ryunosuke who also had a filter for Dazai Osamu, he could only carefully remind him: "This course is quite important, so Mr. Dazai is also very strict. But he is not in school this week because of something, so Mr. Dostoyevsky should be the one teaching. He is a bit... well, unkind."

"I will definitely study hard." Nakajima Atsushi nodded heavily.

"..." Sigma choked and thought that he should wait for Nakajima Atsushi to discover on his own that the course of Advanced Space Theory was not something that could be learned by studying hard.

Before class the next day, Nakajima Atsushi directly grabbed a favorable seat in the front row, intending to listen to the class carefully.

Teacher Dostoevsky looks like a reserved and elegant man, but when he opens his mouth it's like singing a lullaby that makes people sleepy.

Because classroom discipline also affects credits, Nakajima Atsushi in the front row tried his best to control his urge to sleep and kept pinching his thighs with his hands.

He finally understood why everyone was hiding in the back row and huddled together. This way, even if they accidentally fell asleep, they could hide in the crowd. Even if they were discovered and called to answer questions, there would be several groggy brains to provide support.

Nakajima Atsushi is fighting.

Nakajima Atsushi is fighting hard.

However, in the few seconds when Dostoevsky turned around and drew the spatial coordinates, he finally couldn't resist the invasion of sleepiness and his head sank suddenly.

Then, a cold voice woke him up.

"Mr. Nakajima, please answer my question."

What's the problem?

What are you talking about?

What should I do if he doesn't understand anything from this class?

Nakajima Atsushi stood up quickly on instinct, a storm quickly forming in his mind.

I lowered my head and looked at the textbook, the words on it were as incomprehensible as the Book of Heaven. I looked up at the frail teacher, and the cold eyes pierced my bones.

Perhaps realizing that he didn't listen to anything, Dostoevsky sneered and continued his lecture.

He didn't ask him to sit down nor did he scold him. He just completely ignored him.

This is actually a more serious form of psychological abuse.

Nakajima Atsushi stood stiffly throughout the entire class under all kinds of pitiful and sympathetic gazes, and only sat down when the bell rang and Dostoevsky walked out of the classroom.

Too bad, the first class left a bad impression. He walked out of the classroom in a daze, feeling desperate.

However, the teachers and classmates in the following courses were very good, which greatly relieved Nakajima Atsushi's stress.

The next week soon arrived, and it was also the day when Dazai Osamu was said to come to class.

This time, Nakajima Atsushi regained his spirits, carefully consulted Sigma's preparatory courses, and sat in the classroom with confidence.

It was indeed Dazai Osamu who came in. He was wearing a familiar sand-colored windbreaker and winked playfully when he saw him.

As expected, Mr. Dazai is different from Mr. Dostoyevsky before. Nakajima Atsushi clenched his fist. He has prepared well this time and will definitely be able to answer all the questions.

Unexpectedly, Dazai Osamu clapped his hands, and when the students looked up at him, he said, "It's not practical to always talk about theory," he secretly criticized Dostoyevsky, "Practice is more important. We will conduct a space simulation later, and you need to walk out of the most basic four-dimensional space before the end of this class."

No way, are we starting the class test now?

There was an uproar.

Dazai ignored the painful howlings from the audience and continued, "Don't get lost in there, and don't play around in there. The time it takes you to pass the exam will be directly linked to your credits."

Hearing this, everyone stared at Dazai Osamu's face, which had made them feel favorable before. They really didn't understand why he thought they would play around in there. He overestimated them too much.

Nakajima Atsushi sat stiffly in his seat again.

He only previewed the theoretical knowledge.