"Get it, Alice?"
Alice was silent for a moment. Although Gileno's words made her realize the importance of arithmetic, the fact that came with these words - eating monster feces. If it sounded a bit like tragic heroism, then negative images such as eating human flesh and swallowing monsters alive would have nothing to do with heroes.
The whole eldest lady was obviously a little confused.
But think of the hero.
The tall figure who blocked the sword for her on a rainy night, chased after her, and returned with his head held high suddenly popped into her mind.
She turned her head and glanced at Allen, and subconsciously, she tried to hear some "positive" heroic words from Allen, so as to reconstruct the "great image" of Gileno in her mind.
"Where's Alan? What happened to you in the maze? Tell me about it!"
Alan, who was named, was stunned.
He had never been into a maze, so this question really challenged himself.
Although it was clear that Alice just wanted to hear about the maze, this was a math class, so she had to change the subject.
But if we count
As a water god, he is very familiar with it.
"Speaking of the maze, there is nothing special about it. It's nothing more than swinging a sword to kill monsters, but arithmetic is actually very closely related to the swing itself, at least in the Water God Style."
As soon as he finished speaking, everyone turned to look at him.
When Gileno heard about the Water God Flow, his expression became serious and he actually put on the attitude of a disciple.
She is very respectful to those who are better than herself in other aspects. This is illustrated by the fact that in the original book, she sincerely calls Rudy "teacher" in magic. This is also one of the charismatic aspects of Gileno - she appears fierce on the surface, but is actually very sincere to others.
Then, Alan's voice continued to resound in everyone's ears.
"The core of the Water God Style is 'perception'."
"Perceive all the environmental information of the surrounding environment, and then calculate it to complete the comprehensive 'capture' of environmental information, anticipate the enemy in advance, and then carry out a perfect defensive counterattack."
The next moment, in front of everyone, Alan actually closed his eyes leisurely.
He stretched out his hand, hovering over the table.
The spring breeze blowing in from the window played around his hands.
Alan spoke up.
"Perception."
"The direction of the wind is the south wind, and the speed is three meters per second. For a beginner swordsman, there will be a slight deviation on the blade when he swings. If the sword is an iron sword, the resistance is not obvious, and the accuracy deviation is about 0.1 mm. If the sword is a wooden sword, it is 0.5 mm. For beginners and above, the impact of this wind speed can be ignored."
Alan turned his palm over.
"The source of the sound - birds singing, leaves rustling, everyone's breathing and heartbeats, and then"
Keep your eyes closed and fold your fingers, pointing toward the door.
"Footsteps. Edna has three seconds to arrive in the classroom."
"3."
"2."
"1."
As soon as he finished speaking, Edna hurried in. She glanced at Allen, but her good professional ethics prevented her from stopping and she continued to walk towards Rudy.
As she moved, Alan's voice continued to ring out.
"According to the distance she takes, she will reach Rudy's side in the fourth step. Based on the distance, she can..."
Everyone seemed to feel that the sunlight before their eyes flashed once.
"Click."
There was a slight crisp sound, which was the sound of the scabbard on Alan's waist.
Edna blinked in confusion, but she didn't stop and sat on the stool.
As she sat down, a few strands of hair fell down from her forehead, and were swept up in the air by the spring breeze, swaying.
It fell along with the sound of unfinished words.
"Get within range to chop off her head."
There was silence all around. Edna forced a smile on her face, swallowed secretly, and silently reached out to wipe the sweat from her forehead.
Gileno narrowed his eyes dangerously and looked at the knife at Alan's waist. As for Alice, she looked at Alan's face with amazement in her eyes.
Sylphy and Rudy have already gotten used to BKING's pretentious daily life and don't have any special reactions.
Although they did not completely capture the trajectory of the blade like Gileno, nor could they vaguely see the traces of the blade like Alice, who was already at the initial level of the Sword God Style.
But they know.
Allen had just swung his sword and made twenty cuts.
At this time, he still closed his eyes and leisurely spread his hands flat on the table.
The next second, Edna's hair "just happened" to fall on his index finger and was caught by him with his backhand.
Alan opened his eyes and held the hair in front of his eyes.
"The vibration of the air, the shape of the object - Edna's hair travels through the air, creating 'ripples', and the 'ripples' hit my skin, echoing 'waves', allowing me to accurately calculate the shape and position of the hair, respond in advance, and place my hand where the hair falls."
"Of course, this level of information is difficult to capture, so just now I entered the mystery of 'sensation flow' for a moment."
Alice blinked rapidly. She was so happy that her body swayed from side to side, and the stool beneath her creaked as it could not bear the weight.
In my mind is the unforgettable scene of Alan catching the arrow with his bare hands on a rainy night.
Alan flicked his fingers and flicked the hair away. Gileno then moved his eyes away from the knife at Alan's waist and stared at the hair flying in the air.
"The burst of killing intent - when I swung my sword, one person in the room showed killing intent, it was Gileno. He was not very 'aggressive', and his eyes were always focused on the handle of my sword, tending to be defensive. I could 'see' it clearly in the 'sensory flow'. This kind of 'calculation' relies more on the swordsman's intuition, and cannot be counted as the arithmetic I am learning now."
"That's basically it."
Alan turned and looked at Alice.
"Do you understand?"
The latter blinked.
"don't know!"
"Is it amazing?"
"sharp!"
"Do you want to learn arithmetic now?"
"I don't want to learn!"
Rudy's mouth twitched, Sylphy covered her face helplessly, and was about to say something to Alice.
At this moment, Alan's voice rang out again.
"As expected, this kind of 'calculation' is too general, the words are a bit pale, not very precise, and not easy to understand. Then I will be more detailed and use the example of 'equal division' in division."
"If the meaning of equal distribution is expressed in the swing of a sword, then it is."
Alan looked at Alice and pointed out the window.
This moment.
A leaf floated in through the window, jumping and tumbling in the spring breeze swirling around the windowsill.
Then it 'happened' to fall on Alan's fingertips.
The next moment.
The leaves split into two completely symmetrical pieces along the central vein and fell with the wind. Alan waved his palm and the two leaves were stirred by the wind from his palm.
Flying
Hover
Fell on the table.
Alice looked sideways.
The leaves that were symmetrically cut by Alan's fingertips were in a "flapping" posture on the table, just like a fledgling learning to fly spreading its newly developed wings.
The voice rang out again.
Very clear.
"Let 'cutting off' have beauty."
"This is the meaning of 'Equal Divide' to 'Slash'."
Alan casually leaned the blade against the table and looked at Alice with his chin in his hand.
"Do you understand?"
"don't know!"
"Want to learn?"
"I want to learn!"
"Then let's start with division."
"good!"
Sylphy blinked and looked at the leaves on the table, then smiled as she heard the familiar 'nice words'.
Rudy on the opposite side was also looking at the leaves on the table, but he looked a little dazed.
This scene reminded him of the attack the night before.
The rain was falling heavily as he just stuck his head out of the carriage.
In the layers of rain.
Outside the carriage in front of the side.
The first assassin who attacked the carriage had already arrived in front of Allen, and the two looked at each other through the window for a moment.
The man continued to charge forward and reached a knife into the car window.
Then
His entire arm was cut into thin slices evenly by Alan's knife.
fall.
The screams pierced through the rain.
Come to an abrupt stop.
The man is dead.
After Allen hurriedly chased the assassin away, Rudy returned to the carriage that was cut off by a knife. Without the obstruction of the carriage, he could clearly see the "grand scene" inside the carriage.
The corpse lay on the side, the mutilated limbs aroused a sense of misery, and the image of death flooded into his mind like a physical entity.
Pieces of meat fell into the carriage, the red and white muscle texture surrounded the central tibia section, and was stacked very neatly on the bottom of the tilted carriage.
It reminded him of the exquisitely presented sashimi in his previous life.
At this moment,
The image of going against the current was blown away by the spring breeze in front of me.
Rudy blinked.
All within sight was Alan's smiling face.
The smile was exactly the same as that night.
At this moment, he somehow understood the subtext of what Alan had just said.
What he wanted to say was not something bloodless like "let's cut' have beauty".
What he wanted to say was.
If the meaning of equal distribution is reflected in the swing, it is
Let death.
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