The Slayers
Chapter 148 (Season 4)

Everything in the class, almost everything, is not good at physics. Not that it is not clever, but indeed the matter written on the board by Mr. Arton Dennis is quite different.

For example, like Johan, one of the students and the rank one. Johan was indeed number one, but it was all due to hard work (and luck, of course) before he entered the Academy. Once inside, the materials were gone from his head.

There are also a few different kids. They are naturally intelligent and intelligent children. For example, such as Via, Nusa, Nero, El, Risse, Naya, and some others. Still, this time it was hard to solve. As an exception, Nusa, Risse, Via have raised their hands.

"...is there nothing else?" Look at Mr. Arton towards the disciples who did not raise their hands with a sharp look.

Mr. Arton is tired of Via, Risse, and Nusa who always raise their hands. Mr. Arton needs someone different. Therefore, Mr. Arton decided to take out the bait.

"Those who are able to answer, you are allowed not to participate in the fighting class."

Still, no one can, except Via, Risse, and Nusa. However, after a few seconds, something unexpected happened.

***

As usual, the ones who raised their hands were me, Risse, and Via. The others were just gawking; looking at the board with their stupid expressions.

It is true, rankings do not always indicate how smart a person is. Look at Johan, his expression was confused.

"Those who are able to answer, you are allowed not to participate in the fighting class."

"???"

Wow, I didn't expect Mr. Arton to throw a present in the middle of the disciples. The fighting class was always the toughest class among the students. Especially if the teacher is Mr. Arton who is known to be cynical and unforgiving. The students always hoped that they could pass the class, at least a day.

Even so, no one dared to 'take the gift. Because they feel free. At least, I'm Via, Risse, and Alan will take the prize.

...wait, Alan?

What the hell is he doing? That lowly? He raised his hand?

"Hooo, you want to try a new student?" Mr. Arton immediately showed interest in Alan. He wants attention?

"I want to try!" His face was smiling arrogantly, like nothing.

Where did he get that confidence? Or maybe he's crazy?

"Then go ahead, new students. If your answer is wrong, you'll get an extra hour of study."

"Challenge accepted, sir."

Heh! Alan, does he take this for granted? He was just an Alchemist who was unable to fight. There was no way he could get through the harsh lessons coupled with the extra hours. He forced himself too much, I felt sorry. At the same time, this was the moment I was waiting for, where I saw the loser humiliate himself.

Alan was on the class stage. There is no way to give up or go back. He's done!

...uh?

***

This problem is an easy thing, as easy as turning the palm of the hand. I've studied physics on this one. So, this is a small thing, as small as a bean.

I saw the thoughts of another student. There are a lot of their reactions. Most people think I'm crazy or looking for attention. One example of such people is Nusa and Zoel. They were also waiting to see me embarrassed in front of the classroom stage and receive an extra hour. Too bad, your hopes will not be realized.

The reaction I liked the most was that of Via, he was worried about me. As always, she was a gentle girl and cared for the people around her.

The only person he doesn't read his mind to is, Johan. That guy, like there's a barrier preventing me from seeing his mind.

Putting that aside, I received chalk from Mr. Arton. Still using chalk board, very classic. Looking at the matter before me, I immediately wrote down the formula in my brain without hesitation.

No, no, no, no, no...

The continuous sound of the chalk was very fast, all because I wrote on the chalk board very quickly. This speed is very unusual and makes the class gape, except for Mr. Arton. Not that Mr. Arton wasn't surprised. Mr. Arton opened his lethargic eyes slowly. Slowly and slowly, his eyes opened wide as I wrote down the formula on the board.

Everything is neat and structured. I am sure of my answer. Thank you to Baphomet for giving me a very useful passive skill.

"How, Sir?"

I quickly glanced at Mr. Arton. Mr. Arton nodded.

"Good job, you're allowed to pass the fight class."

"While others, you'll get extra lesson hours."

The students were immediately shaken and did not accept. Not going forward is risky, retreating can even be an extra hour. They feel very unfair. Almost everyone wants to show their protest.

"I don't accept your protests. Instead of protesting, you might be preparing for a fight class in a moment."

"Cube ten minutes!"

After that Mr. Arton came out. It feels so relieved. Looking at the resigned expressions of the other children and looking at me with hatred and envy, I could only smile with my usual trademark.

Some people say I have a very special smile. I don't understand the meaning of that particular smile. When I ask what my smile is, people say that my smile is a friendly smile. It was friendly, but somehow that friendly smile could make people horrified. It feels like a smile from a psychopath, but it's friendly. I am confused by that statement too. Many even agree.

"What a great you, brother!"

"True, sister doesn't seem to have any trouble!"

"It feels like with my hard work, I will never be able to rival your cleverness, Brother."

I was immediately praised by Norga, Alex, and Cindy. "If you want to be like me, study hard."

That's very easy to say. That is a mere bullsh*t. I myself am smart, but I am helped by passive skills. So it would not be possible without skills like me. Except with talent and hard work.

"Oh yeah, by the way, who's the class president?" I screamed a little to ask.

Instantly, Via raised his hand.

"Oh, Via apparently."

Again, as before, he became the class president.

"May I go to the toilet?"

"All right!"

"Thank you."

After getting permission, I immediately went to the toilet. I want to pee, but I also have other goals. If my guess is correct, he'll show up in a minute.

By the way, I don't know where the toilet is. But, thanks for the [Eyes of Sage] that can make me see from afar. After looking carefully, I found it.

It doesn't take long, I just gas there.

...welp, this vast Academy is indeed not playing. I have to walk for a few minutes. And now I'm straying in an empty garden. Yeah, not accidentally. I've already planned this.

"Again lost?"

A familiar voice, a voice that tormented me first, a voice that made me want to slap her narcissistic face.

"Yes, Nusa, can you take me to the toilet?"

I'll destroy you here, Nusa.