The results came out faster than they thought.

At noon the next day after the test, the two black badges who were planning to sneak into the school once again stood in front of the gate of the Royal Military Academy of Clement. It's just that this time, instead of taking part in a test, it's officially enrolling.

Clement College will provide all basic daily necessities, but students are not excluded from bringing their own personal items. A few young people who looked like nobles even used carriages to transport a car full of personal belongings and transported them into the high fence in an orderly manner. Even civilian students often carry more than three suitcases. After all, once enrolled, students are strictly restricted from going out - for ordinary students, what can be brought in at this moment is all that can be used this year. If a few are missing, the rest can only be purchased within the academy.

Nimo looked at the large lawn that was perfectly trimmed in front of him. The huge and exquisite statue of Zeni in the center of the lawn shone in the sun, making his eyes dizzy. He understands very well those civilian students who bring big bags and small bags - the things in the academy will definitely not be outrageously expensive, but the grade will definitely not be too low. It may be inexpensive for noble children, but it is definitely an unnecessary expense for ordinary people.

The two black seals, who were only going to hide for dozens of days, really couldn't pick out any necessary belongings-Oliver got a waterproof canvas bag and piled up the armor he transformed at will Entering, Nemo was carefully carrying the piano on his back. Nemo, on the other hand, carried the grey parrot like a fainted chicken, with a simple backpack on his back.

Ann only prepared two sets of clothes and one pair of shoes for them.

"Clement will send you professional uniforms." The female warrior was rubbing an unknown potion on her head, muttering. "This is for when you sneak out, don't wear it indiscriminately."

Most of the bounty offered by Randy and Mora was used to pay for their one-year tuition, and naturally they couldn't get a penny back after they escaped. After knowing this news, Nemo's mind has been a little trance.

As soon as their debt repayment plan improved a little, the gold coins they got were gone.

"New students, please come this way." A middle-aged lady in a gray-blue robe spotted them, with a warm smile on her round face. "Did you bring the bronze medal with your name on the exam? Well, your professional dormitory area and room number should appear on the back, and the entrance is over there - you better hurry up, lads, there is a ceremony and lunch at noon. You There's still an hour to pack and change uniforms."

Logistics and Nursing accommodations are adjacent. The two quickly found their respective rooms. I wonder if they were divided according to the parish within the profession. The two rooms happened to be on both sides of the same corridor, and the door was opposite to the door.

It's not because of the close relationship between the two majors, Nemo quickly realized the reason—

There is only one dormitory for nursing majors in the male dormitory area. The nursing and logistics students are the weakest group, and the college is probably doing this to avoid unnecessary conflicts between students.

After inserting the name bronze medal, the two of them twisted the door of the room almost simultaneously.

Nimo opened the door, glanced in, closed it in disbelief, then stepped back and directly bumped into Oliver who was also retreating - Oliver's ukulele on his back was so As soon as it hit, the strings made a low humming sound.

The two looked at each other and found horror on each other's faces.

They've never seen such a classy...abode.

Nemo stayed in a nice hotel in Hiram, the capital of Garland, and he thought that was the limit of what he could imagine in his life. As it turns out, Clement College is not a for-profit educational institution, and Nemo suddenly understands where those huge tuition fees are being spent.

The sound of the door opening and closing came from behind, and Oliver obviously made a new round of attempts. Nemo shook his hand and pressed the doorknob again—

He couldn't see the whole room at a glance. It is not so much a room as it is two semi-enclosed rooms put together. As far as he could see, it was wider than any bedroom he had ever seen.

The four-poster bed is hung with a delicate and thick bed curtain, and the foot of the bed is followed by a small upholstered sofa. A little further away from the door - the floor next to the bed by the window is covered with thick carpet, there is a trace of sunlight behind the dark curtains, the room is dark as a whole, compared to the little light that comes in, floating magic The lamp is obviously the real source of light.

And it's even daylight.

A wide desk and bookcase rest on the carpet, heavy books are neatly stacked in the bookcase, and the back of the armchair is bulging. Various inks, quills, and parchment were laid out on one side of the desk, and in the center lay a letter.

In the middle of the room there is a simple partition of decoration and wardrobe. Nemo subconsciously sensed that there was no one on the other side-maybe his roommate was already ready and had gone to the hall to prepare for the ceremony.

Time is running out, and he doesn't want to be late to attract everyone's attention on the first day of school. Nemo swallowed, threw the grey parrot on the desk, and opened the wardrobe neatly.

Then his face turned blue.

At the same time, opposite the nursing dormitory.

Oliver was no less shocked than Nemo, fortunately, when he was working in the hotel, he had never received aristocrats - Oliver calmed down quite quickly.

He didn't hesitate, put the armor and piano beside the armchair, and strode towards the wardrobe. There was no other person's breath in this room. Although he couldn't tell the reason for this feeling, Oliver was very confident in this judgment.

There is nothing special about logistical uniforms. It was basically a dark gray stand-up uniform, with the Clement College badge embroidered on the left arm with silver thread. A basic defensive circle is embroidered on the heart of the jacket, and nothing else.

Oliver changed his uniform very neatly and pinned the bronze medal with his name on his neckline. He didn't dare to use the gray fog to cast a cleansing spell on himself, he could only hope that the ceremony would end soon, and at least have time to take a bath first.

A bit ironic, he stared blankly at the unfamiliar self in the mirror-the soft and comfortable fabric wrapped him, and changed out of the prickly linen clothes, which were light as if they didn't exist. Yes, he was wearing clothes that belonged to a young man, but his eyes were a little gloomy that did not belong to his age.

Now he is standing among the top residences in Alban, and not long ago, he was still struggling in **** on earth. Oliver gave a wry smile, and fastened every button on the collar and cuffs, firmly covering the scar on the skin.

He didn't like his calmness. To be honest, Oliver hoped that his heart could beat faster simply because of the freshness, instead of quickly calming down, like a numb soldier on the battlefield.

"Nimo?" He closed the door behind him and looked up to see the lover's pseudonym on the nameplate at the door. Oliver's fingertips rubbed the first four letters of "Nemo Mulkos", then knocked gently on the door. "are you ready?"

The thick wooden door was slammed open, and the door shaft made a creaky scream.

Nimo pulled his face and tugged at the neckline with his fingers. When he saw the uniform on Oliver's body, the unhappiness dissipated a little.

"Don't laugh, Ollie." He lowered his voice, "If you dare laugh—"

Oliver snorted, and for the first time felt that his mind was a little hard to turn. Given Nemo's status, he probably should have laughed, Oliver thought dazedly. On the other hand, he unexpectedly felt that Nemo was not bad either.

Nimo has always been wearing looser styles, this is the first time Oliver has seen Nemo wear this type of clothes.

Alban has few men in nursing positions. Considering the convenience of action on the battlefield, the uniform of nursing is still practical. It's just that Nursing's uniforms tend to be more neutral than other male uniforms that emphasize the tough lines of men.

He guessed that Clement College didn't bother to design one more set.

The neat white trousers and boots are nothing to say, but the white uniform top is layered with a jacket with a waist, which almost presses the clothes tightly around the waist, a few strong There is also a metal buckle on the thin belt, which seems to be equipped with various nursing utensils. The cuffs are also very tight, almost girding the entire forearm - this close-fitting design is presumably to avoid the clothing from hitting the wound.

If such a uniform is worn on a woman, it is probably sassy and beautiful. Nemo's physique doesn't touch women in the slightest. His muscles are smooth and beautiful, his waist is thin and powerful, and he is stronger than the physique of ordinary young people. It's kind of weird...

Oliver looked away, coughed a few times, and his face was a little red. After thinking about the other party's body for a second, he decided not to speak his mind. Turning his head, making sure there was no one around, he quickly kissed the corner of the other's mouth.

"Let's go." After letting go of Nemo's shoulders, Oliver raised his eyebrows, and the gloomy emotions in his heart dissipated a little.

It's worse than I thought. As the two reached the lobby, this cold thought crossed Nemo's mind. It is impossible for him to be completely low-key.

The seats are divided by profession, and this time the two had to be separated briefly. And the area where the care is located is easy to find—a garish white, but mostly women. The freshmen were all sitting on one side of the table. Only one person sat alone in the corner of the table. From a distance, he looked like a sheep that had lost its flock.

And when Nemo sat down by himself, the sheep became two.

Countless gazes pierced his face instantly. The owners of these glances, male or female, are roughly divided into two categories—one is contempt. The other is admiration, and then contempt.

"Hayden Wilhelm?" Nemo recalled the name on the nameplate outside the dormitory door and held out a hand.

"You... uh, you're that Nemo Mulco, Co..."

"Call me Nemo or White, Mr. Wilhelm." Nemo ignored those glances and cut him bluntly. And his new roommate obviously did not have such resistance, the thin young man buried his head even lower. "May I call you Hayden?"

Hayden didn't shake that hand, he was about to shove his head under the table as if there was some hidden treasure there.

"Hmm, oh. Let's call it." The thin young man responded dryly, "Then me too... uh, Nemo."

Nimo nodded, deftly ignoring the gazes coming from all directions. In theory, he is the biggest enemy of surface creatures - it's not a fearful sight, but he doesn't really care if he is despised because of his professionalism. There was only one thing he was worried about, and while it was unlikely, it was best that no one happened to recognize him.

And his roommate is obviously a very distinctive person - the whole ceremony, the thin young man played the role of the ostrich wholeheartedly. After being warned once by school officials who were walking around, Hayden stopped tucking his head under the table and buried his face on the dinner plate. This brought a new wave of eyes to them. People kept looking in this direction and whispering.

Nemo nearly broke his fork, he really didn't want more attention.

"Hayden." Nemo poked his new ostrich-like roommate. It's a miracle, he thought seriously, they've been sitting here for almost two hours, and he doesn't know what each other looks like. "It's time to start eating."

His new roommate finally looked up.

It was a very ordinary face. Hayden Wilhelm is very thin, and his height is no more than 1.7 meters. Khaki hair curled badly and freckles all over his face. The eyes are big, but not the comfortably big ones—they make him look a little neurotic.

He gave Nemo a quick glance, and Nemo could feel the gaze resting on his face for a moment, then it became complicated.

"Oh." Hayden whispered, "Thanks, Ni... White."

The other party's attitude is a little strange, Nemo thought. But the food in front of him at the moment was definitely the best thing he had ever eaten in his life, so he decided not to think about it for now.

Oliver also sensed something was wrong. Compared with the weird atmosphere on Nemo's side, the atmosphere on the logistics side is obviously much better - there is not a single woman in the logistics, and the conversation is basically from civilians, and everyone quickly became one.

"Oh, this class is amazing, there are actually two male nurses." The freshman on Oliver's left laughed, "Would you like to make a bet, how long do you think they can last?"

Oliver inserted the silver spoon into the chestnut cake in front of him, and his face remained calm.

"It's true that all kinds of evil and crooked things have come out." The brow who answered the question was furrowed, and his face was full of disdain. "I know the little man, Wilhelm. His family runs a spice business on our side, and he's awash in money—he's a sick child again. Playing with women, betting on horses, and doing something bad. Clement's pile of women must have something wrong with his head."

"Maybe which girl did he fall in love with? But just like him, there are not many girls shorter than him, right?"

Oliver frowned slightly, the chestnut cake was delicious, but he was vaguely unhappy.

"Anyway, sooner or later, I will transfer to another major. Look at the senior nursing major, there is no man - he has money, just try something new, Mr. Wilhelm will not Seeing my baby boy learn this sissy stuff."

"Where's the little white face next to him?"

"I saw it once during the test, and it looks like a civilian. I don't think it's a big deal. I want to use this place to hook up with a nobleman as a lover... Well, there are a lot of bites."

Oliver exhaled, put down the spoon in his hand, and was about to speak—

"Shut up." The tall young man sitting on Oliver's right remained silent throughout the ceremony, and now he finally spoke up. "Everyone who can get in here is a good person, don't say that."

"If you still think of yourself as a man, would you go to that kind of major?" The one on the left was obviously not convinced, and did not back down in front of the other's overly strong body. "Forget about Wilhelm, with thin arms and thin legs, it is estimated that he can't even lift a bucket of water. That guy looks very strong, I don't believe he can't pass the logistics exam."

"Maybe he has other ideas." The big young man replied quietly.

"Look at that face...I have reservations, should I take a gamble? Since you trust him so much, how about one day that guy actually climbs into some noble's bed and gives me a gold coin? Sample?"

"You—"

"Promise him." Oliver patted the big young man on the back, "Trust me, I'm on your side, brother."

The big young man frowned and looked at Oliver suspiciously. And Oliver sighed, he put down the spoon, stood up, and patted the little cake crumbs on the hem of the uniform. Then left the table.

There are many people walking around now, and his actions are not conspicuous. But what he did next was quite striking—

The freshmen in the back office watched their new classmates approach the long table of the nurse, had a few words with the good-looking male nurse, and then kissed him very naturally.

And at Clement's Cathedral not far away, Jesse Dillon yawned.

"Are you okay?" The waiting room was very warm, and the blond youth sounded sleepy, and he shrank into the large armchair. "Ouch... I know that the Pope is very busy, but I am also very busy. There is a big event waiting for me to watch!"

"You still need to wait three hours." The accompanying judge knight's eyebrows jumped, "By the way, this is the one hundred and eighty-seventh time you asked."

"We've been waiting for over two hours," Jesse yawned again. "It's human nature, understand it."

The knight of judgment looked eager to draw his sword, but he valiantly held back.

"Sir, please step back." Adrian's tone was very flat, "Since there is enough time, I want to talk to my teammates alone."

"Close first...Close, I must—"

"You should have found out, you are not his opponent." The former Judge Knight Commander pointed out mercilessly, "Please step back."

Jessie was refreshed.

"You want to have a world with me!" he exclaimed in surprise, "God, don't you want to... oh, this kind of place is quite exciting, or we-"

The knight of judgment guarding them stepped back very neatly, leaving Jesse with a punch. Jesse tugged at the collar and was about to jump up from the armchair when a hand pressed him firmly back.

"Before we meet the Pope, we need to talk, Mr. Dylan." Adrian put his hands on the handle of the armchair and looked down at the beautiful young man in the chair. "It's time for this farce to end."

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