Nimo shook his head, and finally threw away the last trace of sleepiness. He wiped his face and stood up straight—then he found himself looking down at Hayden, who made a noticeable flinch.

So Nemo sat back on the edge of the bed again and raised his head slightly: "Speak."

"First, first of all, I'm very sorry." Hayden stared hard at the print on the carpet, "During the ceremony, I had a wrong view of you. You have a lover, really Sorry, I...I thought..."

"Huh?" Nemo was dazed for a few seconds before he reacted. When Hayden first saw his face clearly at the beginning of the ceremonial dinner, there was indeed a subtle estrangement in the title. "Uh, don't worry, this is not something that needs a special apology."

"No." Hayden's tone was unexpectedly tough, "I have to apologize, you see, don't you notice it? I hate prejudice, and I also..." His voice Smaller and smaller, until at last it almost became an indistinct Gollum.

"Okay, I forgive you." Nemo replied solemnly, "I have to wash up, Hayden. If you have anything else—"

"Yes." Hayden lowered his head lower, "That...it's actually a little hard to say, but...uh..."

And Hayden Wilhelm acted like a frightened turtledove, a little unsure if the other was really a good fit for the profession.

"When you're not with your boyfriend, can you act with me as much as possible?" Hayden said in a mosquito humming voice. "Uh, I mean, just, let's go to class together, okay? I ran out with my own money and couldn't afford to hire a guard. Five silver coins a day, if you think it's not enough, I can add... and, For example, if your boyfriend minds, just pretend I didn't ask."

Nimo was stunned for a moment, his eyes swept across the bruise on the other's forehead, and there was a vague guess in his heart: "No need to give money. Of course we can go together, it's just a trivial matter. You know Klay very well. The door? Maybe I still have a lot of questions to ask you."

"Thank you, thank you very much, Nemo. I still have a little research on this, feel free to ask me if you have any questions." Hayden's eye circles turned red, and he nodded vigorously. "I'm ready, then I'll wait for you to wash up?"

He flew back to his half of the room, like Nemo would change his mind in the next second.

Nemo shook his head helplessly, the logistics professionals need to go out for group training at six o'clock for breakfast, and I don't know if it is because most of the nursing professionals are women, the training time for the nursing professionals is before dinner. Oliver should have just come off the training ground by now.

He washed up quickly and picked out the textbooks that he needed to use today. After half-instructing and half-threatening Bagelmore, Nemo slowly changed into the white uniform. And when they officially went out, Hayden was stuck behind him like his tail, still trembling.

Around the corridor of the dormitory, Nemo began to wonder if the other party was using him as a shield - countless curious or contemptuous eyes shot over, and more than 90% were completely blocked by himself.

The closer they got to the nursing-professional part of the castle, the more intense these eyes were. It's just that most of these young people haven't been outside, and Nemo has been baptized by Adrian Cross's icy gaze in the initial mission. He doesn't intend to take this contempt for lack of momentum at all.

What's for lunch today? Nemo thought seriously, carrying his breakfast bread. Seeing that he was getting close to the classroom, Hayden finally dared to stick his head out and walked carefully side by side with Nemo.

One of the two was wandering, and the other looked down at the tip of his shoe, walking ghostly down the corridor, completely ignoring the noise around him. Until there was a loud bang - Nemo subconsciously looked sideways and his little new roommate was gone.

Hayden was sitting on the floor, with the books in his arms scattered all over the floor. And the accident that knocked him down was not a man, but a very beautiful girl. Her figure was particularly plump and tall by the nursing uniform, and she stood firmly on the spot, looking down at Hayden who fell to the ground.

The beautiful girl's temperament is extremely cold, and now her face is full of subtle anger and disgust, like a giant slug falling on the ground.

Nimo didn't know who bumped who for a while. According to Hayden's walking style, his roommate estimated that he could bump into an elephant smoothly. So he decided to stay silent for a while and squat down to help Hayden pick up books.

The girl snorted coldly and went straight past them. And a tall young man followed closely. He poked the finger of Hayden, who had just stood up, and the latter sat down on the hard ground again. "Be careful next time you walk, little girl. I can see that you are really not interested in women. I heard that you share a dormitory with this little white face? What, did he give you some special services?"

He didn't even bother to hide the sarcasm in his tone.

"She hit me first." Hayden muttered softly, "Don't say that to Nemo, he has a lover..."

"What a lover, just a lover." The uniform on the youth is the cloth armor of the combat department. It stands to reason that the students of the combat department should not be here at the moment. "There's a mere logistics over there, except for the face, there is nothing to be gained, talking about 'lover'."

Nimo raised his eyebrows. And Hayden silently got up again and patted Nemo on the arm. "Let's go."

"Oh, I think this gentleman should apologize." Nemo shoved the picked up book into Hayden's arms.

"What, because I 'insulted' your lover? You've already entered this kind of place - I think, is his technique particularly good? This is really..."

"No no, you misunderstood." Nemo said calmly. "I mean, you should apologize to Mr. Wilhelm. I saw you stab him with your fingers—as for Ollie, Please don't mention his skills. If I had a list of reasons why I like him, it would be at the bottom of the list. To be honest, I really don't mind your bullshit."

For a time, both the perpetrator and the victim looked at him speechlessly.

"Ha! You—" The soldier stretched his hand halfway, and a pale hand grabbed his wrist firmly.

"Apologies." Nemo smiled and lowered his voice slightly.

The warrior wriggled a few times in disbelief, only to find that the hand was motionless, the absolute difference in strength. He was a little frightened for a moment, as if the wrist was not a hand, but a poisonous snake.

"Sorry, Mr. Wilhelm," he said stiffly, word for word.

"It's not over." Nemo let go. "Have a nice day, sir."

The soldier snorted and quickly turned away. Nemo shook his hands and turned his head—his roommate looked at him like a mountain monster.

"You..." Hayden shivered even more. "he…"

"I have a lot of strength." Nemo coughed, "Don't worry, after all, I have become a well-known 'little white face' now, and he won't spread this kind of thing everywhere."

Hayden let out a shaky breath.

And when they officially entered the classroom, Nemo saw the beautiful girl again. She was sitting in the first row of the hall, the expression on her face still cold. Nemo sighed and chose a remote corner with Hayden. The strange thing is that at this moment, the hall is full of girls in white uniforms, but they don't seem to be able to see the two of them alive, and they don't look at each other.

This is true for an entire hour of class.

"In general - as a nurse, the priority is not to save lives, but to share the pressure of the therapist. Abrasion, cuts, fractures that are not complicated, etc., are all handled by you, Instead of wasting the therapist's precious magic." The professor was an elderly man in a white robe and his voice was hoarse. "As a former therapist, I would like to tell you that absolute obedience to the therapist's orders is the first priority. When helping on the battlefield, please throw away your useless sentimentality. Yes, yes, I believe that for women , that's an exaggerated request—"

He raised his chin and glanced around, the female nursing students lowered their eyes and remained silent. The professor nodded in satisfaction.

"I personally appreciate your efforts to get into this academy as civilians." He coughed a few times, "but this is just the beginning. Whether you plan to find a husband during your studies , or looking for a target on the battlefield, I will treat my schoolwork equally—Miss Lawler, what’s the matter with you?”

"...It's nothing, Professor." The pretty girl with a cold expression wiped her hands—she seemed to accidentally break the quill in her hand.

"Okay. That's it for the first class, so please take a break. Wilhelm, White, you two come over here."

Although Nemo could memorize word for word, in order to appear normal, he still memorized the main points. Wilhelm's hands were even faster than his, and his roommate seemed to want to jot down every word that came out of the professor's mouth. Hearing the roll call, the two put down their pens and stepped forward obediently.

This time, the eyes of other students finally came over.

"Mr. Wilhelm, your father talked to the school. He still wants you to transfer to the therapist. To be honest, I read your answer sheet, although the content of the therapist Not great, but barely passing. If you're considering switching to—"

"No." Hayden's voice was pitifully small, but firm. "Thank you, Professor."

"I suggest you think about it. After all, therapists have a much longer social status and career lifespan than nursing."

"No." Hayden just repeated in a low voice.

"I respect your decision." The old professor shrugged, "Then it's your turn, Mr. White. You got a perfect score in the abyss magic pathology section, and the professor over there treated you well. The angle of entry is very interesting. Have you considered transferring to a research-related major?”

"Huh?" Nemo was a little confused.

"You didn't read the transcript, did you? A letter should be placed on the desk in your room." The old professor took off his glasses and wiped them carefully. "With all due respect... If you just don't know the nursing profession, or the recommended places are limited at the beginning, and you want to use this place as a springboard, I understand very well. But if you want to stay here, I suggest you... Cough, don't do that. It is best to cherish your talents."

Hayden clenched his fist quietly. Nemo stopped breathing and looked at the hall subconsciously—the professor's voice was loud enough that the girls in the front row could definitely hear it. But the old man still carelessly spit out the words "belittling oneself", which didn't even sound like a deliberate sarcasm, it really came from the heart.

"You heard me. These commoner girls crowded into this profession purely to find a chance to break out of class and grab a husband or lover who was rich enough. You . . . The same plan, Mr. White?"

"No, it's not." Nemo subconsciously denied, his brain was still a little blank. "I-"

"Go away!" A cold, angry voice interrupted the conversation, and the professor frowned.

The pretty girl left her seat at some point and was throwing a bunch of roses out the door. "I have nothing to do with you, Leonard. I didn't even know you before yesterday, stop following me!"

"My status is too low for you?" Another voice came from the corridor, a little familiar.

"...I have nothing to say to you, I'll say it again, get out."

"You go back to your seats first. When you change your mind, when will you come to me." The old professor frowned and walked towards the corridor. The two took the opportunity to return to a remote corner.

"What's going on?" Nemo asked, a little confused, "Doesn't the nursing profession sound good, what is this evaluation... Speaking of which, why don't you become a therapist? Since you Can-"

"Father is so hopeful." Hayden gave a wry smile, "But I know very well that my magic power is not that strong at all. You heard today that healers on the battlefield are extremely scarce, A little more magic power can save one more person. What's the difference between someone like me who...

"Why Nursing?"

"Because I like helping people." Hayden's face turned pale, "And...don't look at me like this, I'm very good at this. Nemo, I'm second in nursing admissions. bit."

In order to be less eye-catching, Nimot answered a lot of wrong questions in nursing. And he hadn't seen the transcript, so he had to keep asking. "Who is number one?"

"Marilyn Lawler, knocked me down this morning." Hayden looked at the pretty girl standing in the doorway, now she was cradling her arms, looking still Furious. "I can understand why she doesn't like me. Nemo, do you want to know why the professor advised you to change your major? Actually, it's the same reason."

"Ms. Lawler is well-known, she is a well-deserved genius of healing magic. For all parts related to treatment, she got full marks this time... Her professional application is written as a therapist."

"Then why-"

“Women are not allowed to work as therapists in Alban. Let’s just say that nursing is the only advanced occupation that allows civilian women to enter.”

“…”

"The working life of nursing is usually very short, at most five or six years. Most of them will find someone they like on the battlefield and get married. I don't even know how to participate in the war. But what I just taught... I don't agree with it a bit. At least those who are desperate on the battlefield, I, I don't think they all do that to 'get out of class', some of them may 'have to' do that Do."

Nemo opened his mouth, but the doubt on his face still did not disappear.

"Nimo, you're from a small place - don't mean to look down on you. Small places may not see the difference, after all, most civilian jobs do not require a work license. But in a little Larger places... er, like here, most of the respected professions have work license requirements."

"Well, I know this." But as a black chapter living at the bottom, Nemo didn't understand these in depth. Although Abyss Church has a rich collection of books, there are not too many records and studies in this area.

“They do not have a signed permit from their father or husband to do licensed work.”

"Wait, that means..."

"Yes, they are commoners. Once they are old and their father is dead, there is no chance of doing this kind of work. For ordinary civilians, there is usually no work permit - no one wants a wife's job more respectable than their own."

Nimo suddenly understood the source of the hostility and indifference. He can even understand that feeling - something that is easily accessible to others, but that he can't touch in his entire life.

He turned his gaze to the hall door. Marilyn Lawler's strength is indeed outstanding, at least a lot stronger than her frivolous suitor. She had left the door and was walking to her seat. Miss Lawler's eyes were slightly red, and there was a hint of rose scent on her body.

But she didn't say a word, not a single choking sound came out.

The mood that had been relaxed a little suddenly became a lot heavier, Nemo sighed and decided to talk to Oliver about his not-so-interesting discovery at noon - but the trouble came sooner than he thought.

"I believe that everyone has understood the responsibilities of their majors, so let's group them." The last class before lunch was held on the vast lawn behind the college, and the voice amplified by the amplification spell was present. on the ground. "In a real battle, an action unit should be 30 people. Considering that there is not much fatal danger in the academy, let's set up a group of 15 for the time being."

"Ten combat units, one defense and one offensive mage, seven warriors, and one commander; five auxiliary units, one healer, two logistics, and two nurses. Identify your teammates from the list and remember their faces. They will be your comrades and loved ones throughout the year."

Nimo looked at Oliver, who was standing opposite, speechless, who shrugged. Hayden was still hiding behind him, and next to Oliver appeared to be his roommate.

Come on, Nemo thought. This should have been a surprise, not a nuisance, had it not been for the discovery three seconds ago.

One of the fighters in the group turned his head and looked at him with murderous intent - Nemo had just finished breaking the opponent's wrist this morning, and he witnessed this unlucky **** being rejected by Marilyn on the spot.

The frivolous suitor of Marilyn Lawler.

"Oli." Nemo grabbed Oliver's neck, "Don't look that way."

"But someone came by—wait a minute, didn't you mess with it the first day..."

"I'm sorry, I couldn't hold back." Nemo said with a stern face, "I have a bad feeling."

“…Me too.”

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