Philosophical Exchange

Because Mr. Question Mark was in seclusion, the school's morning runs had been temporarily canceled. They had tried before, but no one had been able to achieve the results Mr. Question Mark's morning runs provided.

Today's class was Philosophy Class, taught by Maximus. It was also the least practical and most tedious course.

In other classes, the teachers would more or less conduct practical combat instruction. Only this class consisted entirely of blackboard lectures, and that had never changed. Even the students' textbooks were pure philosophical theory.

The worst part was,

this class absolutely did not permit anyone to lose focus. The slightest lapse in concentration would bring misfortune down upon them.

However, a special student had arrived in class today. More precisely, he could not be considered a student, but rather an accompanying attendee.

With Teacher Guo's special authorization, he was allowed to participate in all campus activities and enjoyed the same treatment as an ordinary student.

School Gate.

A man and a woman walked together.

Girl carried a leather backpack, dressed in a white long-sleeved shirt and jeans, with her signature little white sneakers on her feet.

The man wore a white dress shirt and slacks, along with a pair of leather shoes that made him look rather old-fashioned.

His outfit felt strangely awkward, and even the way he walked carried an unusual incongruity, as though he had not dressed formally in a very long time.

His face remained the same, devoid of any facial features. His black hair, however, had been washed clean and was neat and tidy, falling just past his ears.

"Brother, when we get there, just sit in the last row. You're not a student, so it shouldn't matter whether you listen attentively or not.

"The classmates and teachers are all good people. Some