Chapter 25 Siraj: Have you ever had a French kiss with Al Haisen?

Chapter 25 Siraj: Have you ever had a French kiss with Al Haisen?

What? How many legs do ten sheep have?

Siraj was stunned, he thought he had heard wrongly.

A good friend of Elhaisen, a special student of Amyrido College, the God of War of Amyrido, the first scholar in three years to receive research funding personally approved by the Great Sage, he asked me how many legs do ten sheep have?!

Of course ten sheep have forty legs. Is there any other answer?

If Harold knew what Siraj was thinking at this moment, he would definitely be speechless. Even when counting the honors he had received, he put "Friend of Elhaisen" in the first place. Siraj, you really care about him.

There is no need to include [God of War Amirita] as well.

Siraj felt as if he had been hit by a hammer, and his head was buzzing.

Is this really part of the test? A genius like me has no clue at all. Is it because I haven't reached their level? Am I not worthy of standing with them? !

Am I on the same level as other scholars who failed the interview?

Impossible, absolutely impossible! This question definitely has a hidden trick, but I just haven't discovered it yet!

Siraj couldn't help but clench his hands hidden under his wide sleeves. His palms were already covered in cold sweat, but he still forced himself to calm down and asked in a calm tone:

"What kind of question is this? Philosophy? Sociology? Logical reasoning?"

"No, just tell me what you think," said Harold.

My idea? My idea is that ten sheep have forty legs, but this problem can't be that simple.

Siraj took two deep breaths and continued to ask, "Is it a math problem? Does it involve geometry and mechanical engineering?"

Unfortunately, these two are not his strong points.

"No, I'm the one asking the questions now, I'm the one interviewing you, so you can't ask me questions," Harold said.

How could it be neither?

Could it be that this involves my blind spot in knowledge? Am I going to be eliminated here?

Just like those other scholars who can't even complete a graduate thesis independently?

I actually want to be like them?

Siraj's mind went blank, and even his hands and feet lost consciousness. His language expression and logical reasoning abilities, which he had always been proud of, seemed to be sealed by the devil and were useless. He suddenly felt a little short of breath.

"...Are you okay?"

Harold felt something was not good when he saw Siraj suddenly gasping for breath and shaking all over, even his lips turned purple.

I thought Siraj would break through the defense, but I didn't expect Siraj to choose another way to torment people.

No need.

There's no need, bro. Really. There's no need to put yourself in this situation just for a crappy interview question.

Harold felt that if he did nothing, Siraj would soon be taken away by the health home staff because of overbreathing.

No, there is no phone here, and we can’t call the emergency number. Siraj might die on the spot from overbreathing.

In order to prevent his interview from turning into a crime scene, Harold quickly searched the void for methods to treat patients with overbreathing and prepared to give Siraj first aid.

"Don't be so hypocritical!" Siraj yelled, then he grabbed the stack of reports he had written on the table and wanted to tear them into pieces.

But the stack of paper was too thick, and Siraj tried his best to tear it in half but failed. His face turned red and dark, and he didn't know if it was because of anger or because he used too much strength.

Harold: ...

I'm worried that you'll get yourself mad and become hypocritical?

Just wait, I'm being nosy. If I continue to worry about you, I'll be a DOG.

Also, the stack of paper was so thick that you couldn't tear it apart even if you broke your hands.

Tear it up, tear it up as much as you can.

Siraj tried four times to tear up the stack of reports but failed. He was so angry that he threw the reports heavily to the ground and stomped on them twice, leaving several black footprints on them.

After venting his anger, Siraj raised his head and saw Harold still sitting in his seat, looking at him expressionlessly, as if he was watching a clown show.

Siraj's expression suddenly became ferocious, but after a while, he regained his composure.

"Are you laughing at me? I can't even answer a simple interview question. Do you think I'm ridiculous? If El Haisen was in my position today, he wouldn't turn this interview into a funny stage play."

There was sweat on Siraj's forehead, but he had calmed down at this moment, at least on the surface.

Harold: emmmmmm

No, no, no, for this kind of rubbish question, it's useless even if you ask Brother Hai to play for you. However, Elhaisen certainly won't be like you, who would kill himself just because he can't solve the problem.

If it was really Brother Hai who logged in, the one who would be jumping up and down now would be the interviewer.

Siraj murmured to himself: "I knew that you guys are all the same, arrogant and rude! You don't even look at me as an equal."

Harold:?

Really? How come I don't know that myself?

What's the inequality? I've always looked at you as a dangerous person. I've been paying special attention to you.

Siraj laughed at himself and said, "You are right. I really don't know the answer to this question. I have used all my wisdom but still cannot come up with a reasonable answer."

Harold: What did I say?

I clearly didn't say a word from the beginning.

This guy is really a psychopath. What on earth is he thinking about?

Seeing that Siraj wanted to say something, Harold had to say, "You are wrong. I never thought you were funny from the beginning to the end. What was funny was your hysterical look after you couldn't answer the question.

Although I think your talent surpasses that of most people in the Institute of Teachings, your performance makes it difficult for me to associate you with the word "excellent scholar".

I'm sorry, but if you didn't have such a bad personality, I would let you pass, and I'm sure Seniors Kavi and El Haisen would agree with me."

Originally I was planning to laugh at your joke, but how can I laugh when you look like you want to commit suicide?

I'm not a psychopath like you.

Siraj was stunned for a moment, then he laughed softly: "Haha, hahahahaha... You are worthy of being Alhaisen's good friend. Your mouth stinks as if you had a French kiss with Alhaisen!"

Harold:?

...What kind of JOJO metaphor is this? Siraj, did you go to the wrong set?

This is a 12+ game...

"French kiss"? Is it really okay to say that? Will our little You be reported by his parents one day?

Siraj: “Is this the arrogance of your genius?”

Harold: Arrogance?

Arrogance you head!

I have been patiently listening to you for most of the time, and you just responded with one sentence and you want to attack me personally? You even didn't let go of El Haisen who was not there at all?

Since you said so, then it’s okay for me, Ola, to give you a beating, right?

Sensing Harold's thoughts, the Eye of God in his pocket began to glow.

Harold suppressed the rock elemental power that was beginning to stir around him.

There is no need to use the Eye of God to deal with Siraj.

He picked up a book called "Analysis of Hunting Habits of Elemental Creatures" and shook it.

Too thin, not good in hand feel.

He put the book down and picked up the book next to it, "Illustrated Guide to Creatures on the Continent of Teyvat".

This is a good, thick book.

"You and Elhaisen--Ah--!"

Siraj let out a scream.

Euler! Euler! Euler!

"Ah-ah-ah-"

what happened? !

What's going on inside?!

Heinie, who was anxiously waiting outside the door, was frightened by Siraj's heart-wrenching screams. She pushed the door open anxiously, only to see the scholar who had just entered for the interview collapsed to the ground like a dried loach, and the interviewer, the silver-haired boy - ah, he was so handsome, I'm sorry, senior Kavi, I'm falling in love with someone else!

No, no, Heinie shook her head to get rid of the strange thoughts in her mind. Someone is injured. I have to go and notify the health center immediately.

Harold rolled up his sleeves and had to say that the uniform of the Church Order was really a nuisance. It was difficult to beat anyone in it.

But he had to admit that the paper books produced by the Palace of Wisdom felt better, and he liked the thrill of physical contact.

Although the feel of "Illustrated Guide to the Biology of Teyvat Continent" is not as good as "The Best of Xumi Ancient Characters", Harold still couldn't help but shout:

Cool! !

The rock book condensed with rock elemental power doesn't have that flavor. It's true that paper books are more powerful.

"Something happened. Notify the disciplinary officer and the health center," Harold said calmly to Heiniye.

"Oh?...Oh! Okay, I'll go right away!" Heinie finally reacted and ran quickly to find someone.

After a while, several disciplinary officers and doctors from the health home came to the classroom under the leadership of Heinie.

Then they saw a handsome silver-haired young man holding a book and reading quietly. If it weren't for the twisted body of Siraj in front of him, it would really give people a feeling of peace and tranquility.

At this moment, the disciplinary officers and doctors all had the same thought in their minds: Is this guy pretending to be cool?

Seeing that the discipline officer and the doctor were already in place, Harold calmly put away his book and stood up, nodding slightly in the direction of Siraj: "The wounded are here."

The doctors then turned their attention to Siraj as if awakened from a dream. Several doctors immediately took out portable medical equipment and put on disposable gloves. Two of them squatted beside Siraj to observe and estimate the extent of his injuries, while the other few assembled the instruments and disinfected the tools with alcohol.

After giving Siraj a simple full-body checkup, the doctor at the health center said, "These are just superficial injuries. They are not serious and will heal in a month."

"That's great..." Hearing that no one would be killed, Heinie breathed a sigh of relief.

Harold: Of course, I'm a professional at beating people with books. I can control myself very well and no one will be killed.

"Harold, remember this!" Siraj suddenly woke up at this time, bared his teeth at Harold, and waved his arms while swearing, as if he wanted to rush up and strangle Harold's neck.

"Don't move! Hold him down!" a doctor shouted.

"Where's the bandage? The patient is agitated, secure him to the stretcher first!"

"Shut up! Do you want to lie down for another month?!"

"sedative!"

...

Because of Siraj's non-cooperation, the medical team was in chaos.

"How did he get injured like this? Did you beat him?" a disciplinary officer walked up to Harold and asked.

Another disciplinary officer who was accompanying them took out a feather pen and paper to record the entire process of the dispute between the two.

"Yes, sir, he insulted me and my senior," Harold said righteously.

It's really you.

The discipline officer in charge of the interrogation glanced at Harold with a complicated look: "Boy, you are really brave. You beat someone up and then sit in the classroom and read a book leisurely."

"Because I don't know how to smoke," Harold answered, "it's a waste of time to just wait. I might as well find something to do."

If you know how to smoke, you would really like to have one, right?

So arrogant.

The disciplinary officer would naturally not treat Harold, an outlaw, with a good face. He asked sternly, "We are all scholars of the Order. What did he say that made you do such a cruel thing?"

Harold frowned, as if he was unwilling to recall what had just happened: "Some dirty words."

"Yes, sir, I heard it. I was waiting outside the door when it happened. Siraj said very harsh words. I couldn't stand it either!" Heinie, who was standing by, testified for Harold.

As a scholar who wanted to join the society, she kept an eye on what was going on in the classroom.

She was originally determined to win this interview, but after Siraj showed up, her confidence began to waver. She knew that Siraj was more talented than her, and now that Siraj got in before her, didn't that mean she had no chance?

Heiniye regretted it very much at that time, wishing she had not hesitated.

With this thought in mind, she lay on the door panel and eavesdropped after Siraj entered the room. Siraj and Harold did not deliberately lower the voices of their conversation. Heiniye listened to the whole process. She could testify that it was Siraj who had been provoking them!

Siraj even said something like "Your mouth stinks as if you had a French kiss with El Haisen"!

When Heinie recalled this sentence, the image of two handsome guys hugging and kissing each other emerged involuntarily in her mind.

No! I can't think like that! They are all my wives!

Heinie patted her face to cool down the temperature.

"Sir, you heard it too, it was Siraj who started it, and then I fought back, it was self-defense," Harold said.

After finding out the whole story, the discipline officer held his forehead with a headache.

You also know that it was Siraj who moved his mouth first, and then you moved your hands. You were the only one who took action. How can this be considered self-defense?

Although this matter seems serious, it can be either serious or minor. In the most serious sense, it is intentional injury. In the most minor sense, it is a conflict between scholars, which is not uncommon in the Faith Court. Scholars often have conflicts over various things, and many of them eventually develop from verbal conflicts to physical conflicts.

For example, the six-college debates organized by the House of Advocates every quarter in the early years had an 80% chance of eventually developing into a fight between scholars from the six colleges.

These seemingly fragile scholars are actually very fierce when fighting for honor. Things like the mechanical parts, triangles, and compasses of the Miaolun School, the books of the Zhilun School, the planetarium and telescope of the Minglun School, the hoe, nutrient soil, and mushroom piglets of the Shenglun School, the alchemy table and crucible of the Sulun School... all become weapons in the debate.

In particular, some unethical scholars of the School of Biological Theory would secretly bring artificial fertilizers into the venue in glass bottles. When the representatives of the School of Biological Theory lost, they would use these biological weapons on scholars from other colleges. Although the School of Biological Theory had the weakest overall combat effectiveness, it became a thorn in the eyes of scholars from the other five colleges.

Later, the Academy of Education issued a rule: contestants from the academy of the scholar who committed the offense would be disqualified from the competition. This put an end to the six-academy melee that was held once a quarter in the Academy of Education.