As the owner of the only wheat field in Salute, this old man is not a farmer who relies on wheat fields for a living.
There are quite a lot of sweeping monks, right?
In this ceremony.
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"Praise la la..."
Zheng Yang pulled his suitcase into the classroom and watched everyone sitting on their top-down stepped seats, with a suitcase in front of them.
Some are pink and tender with kawaii patterns printed on them; some are purely technological and cool; some even have sharp teeth and a bunch of spikes on the outside. It feels killing, not scary.
But the owner of the Shamate suitcase had a very cool look on his face.
Zheng Yang looked over curiously.
Oh, wasn't this the one you beat yesterday?
Originally, the owner of the killer suitcase looked around with an arrogant look and saw that other people's suitcases seemed "not as good" as his own. In comparison, his spiked suitcase looked very domineering.
As he glanced around, he suddenly met Zheng Yang's eyes. He sat upright in a carefree manner, stopped shaking his head, and quickly took off the toothpick in his mouth.
"Hello, big brother!"
Chen Feng, who was writing something on the blackboard, was frightened by the voice and turned around to look.
In his eyes, a boy in the second grade of middle school was shouting hello to another boy in the second grade of middle school.
Unfazed, Chen Feng turned his head and continued writing.
Chalk strokes on the blackboard.
Zheng Yang looked at the young man in surprise.
The owner of this Shamate suitcase is none other than Bori Titan.
That is, the little green vest, the little fan of Octane, and the Leviathan addict.
He looks very average.
Zheng Yang didn't expect this young man to stand up and yell like this. Wasn't he quite unconvinced after the fight?
I didn't expect the young man to become so smart after one night.
Okay, okay, I appreciate you.
Zheng Yang nodded seriously, carried his suitcase and walked up.
By the way, I found a seat in the back seat by the window. No matter what the situation, the back seat by the window is always so comfortable.
Zheng Yang boredly put the suitcase aside, propped his chin on his hand and looked out the window. The blue sky was filled with white clouds like fish. Below was the wheat field he just passed. The old man was still tinkering with something in the wheat field. , the golden wheat field swayed, and the next moment it came to Zheng Yang.
It's a breeze.
Zheng Yang squinted his eyes and felt the breeze blowing on his face. Just when he was about to say something about how beautiful nature is, Chen Feng in the audience threw a piece of chalk at him.
Accurate headshot,
It's quite powerful.
The blow turned Zheng Yang's forehead slightly red.
Zheng Yang rubbed his forehead in pain.
"Don't be distracted, students, take your suitcases to the podium and write your names." Chen Feng casually threw away the chalk, clapped his hands, and shouted loudly to the students on the stage.
The stepped seats and the shape of a circle divided into four equal parts make the stage become the "center" and "focus" of the circle.
Chen Feng stood on the podium, looking down from above, and there was an aura in his movements.
There is an inexplicable sense of oppression, as if facing a boss who is much higher than himself. Even though the boss is kind to others, he is still a high-ranking person. ….
There is a condescending aura.
Of course, Zheng Yang couldn't feel this aura, but since Zheng Yang was a pilot killed by a Titan and had only killed "just" a few dozen soldiers in hand-to-hand combat, he couldn't produce the aura that Chen Feng had.
12 people stood up, walked down from their seats one after another, and came to the podium. The podium was so big that even if there were 12 people standing around, it would not look crowded.
Although Chen Feng asked everyone to write their names, no one had a pen. Zheng Yang stood in the crowd curiously.
I saw Chen Feng slam the blackboard hard
, with the hammering point as the center, hammer into a complete circular surface.
There is a mechanism.
Zheng Yang curiously approached the crowd to take a look.
No one dared to exclude Zheng Yang, and they all made way for Zheng Yang. The scene of Zheng Yang beating the whole class yesterday was still vivid in these proud young girls' minds.
Some of them were so angry that they even had nightmares last night.
After all, if you are high-spirited, you will easily fall into despair if you suffer setbacks.
Although it was not considered to be a defeat for the whole class, at least seven or eight people were defeated, and Zheng Yang could not be beaten even in a round-the-clock battle.
Looking at Zheng Yang on the stage, he had an arrogant expression, but his feet were as if they were stained with the latest 605 glue. At this moment, they understood it all too well.
On weekdays, most of the opponents facing me are in this state.
This state is just fear.
Although it is said that those who can salute are all extraordinary people, they are still young in mentality, except for some smiling tigers who are rich in the city.
Extraordinary people can have a good attitude, but it has only been a day, and seeing Zheng Yang is still a bit psychological.
I saw that at the moment Chen Feng hammered, a large holographic projection appeared on the podium.
It's a huge cyber-style robot bust, with shoulders as wide as a dog's waist, and it's just made up of machine plates and chain belts.
"Reduction ratio, 178:1"
The robot became the size of a life-size human, but it was still an upper body figure.
"Codename provider is happy to serve you,"
"Shang, check them in the suitcase."
"OK."
After the robot responded, it scanned the people standing in front of it one by one. The boys and girls stood side by side, each with their own suitcases in front of them. Zheng Yang stood imitating the others.
Lao Zhang didn't say anything to the class yesterday. Why do they seem to know so much?
Zheng Yang looked confused.
The scan lasted only a few seconds, and then floating holographic boxes appeared around the robot.
Inside the box is a photo and a serial number that each student submitted when enrolling.
Zheng Yang found his character box with one scan.
But before he could take a closer look, he was "dragged" away by Chen Feng.
Chen Feng moved his hand towards the box in the air and made a stroke, and the box slid accordingly.
It seems that holographic projection technology is very impressive.
Zheng Yang watched happily.
"You can go back in time and throw the suitcase inside." After Chen Feng said that, the wall next to the blackboard suddenly opened. No, it should be pulled out to the inner wall.
A bright blue pipe appears.
Zheng Yang rushed forward excitedly.
I get it, I get it, the tube is for transporting suitcases, but that's pretty cool.
The boys and girls in the same class consciously gave up the first place to Zheng Yang. Although Zheng Yang was wagging in front of the pipe, he didn't mean to urge him at all. ….
Zheng Yang put the suitcase into the pipe.
Then, he stepped into it.
"Fuck!"
Chen Feng quickly kicked out Zheng Yang, who was almost halfway into the pipe.
"What the hell, are you a suitcase?" Chen Feng said angrily after kicking Zheng Yang away with a black look on his face.
"But, teacher, this pipe is so cool." Zheng Yang said innocently as he leaned against the wall while being kicked away.
Chen Feng covered his face with one hand and pointed his other hand upward toward the seat on the stairs.
The meaning was obvious. Zheng Yang stood up, patted himself, and walked happily towards his seat.
Reluctantly, he turned around and looked at the pipe with a cool light blue light.
...
After returning to the sitting position.
Chen Feng cleared his throat and said: "I think some of you here must have known through the connections behind the scenes why you are asked to bring suitcases. Here,"
"Let me give you a formal introduction."
Three of the 12 people began to pray silently.
I hope it’s not the information I learned...
"I asked you to bring suitcases to hold human ears."
Zheng Yang: "???"
Li Yiru: "???"
Everyone: "???"
hat? Is it the human ear that I understand? ?
Did I hear wrongly?
This was the thought in the minds of everyone present.
Except for the three people praying, they lowered their heads in grief and anger.
Hold! This is really the case.
Damn, fuck! It’s also a crazy university!
They lowered their heads just to prevent their gloomy expressions from being exposed.
He kept spitting out fragrance and venting his emotions.
Chen Feng in the audience waited for a short while and said again.
"Yes, you heard it right, it's the human ear, the human ear."
"The suitcase determines whether you can graduate."
"The standard for graduation is to have a suitcase full of human ears."
"At Xingli University, human lives can be exchanged for credits, and credits can be exchanged for all resources!"
"Except for the Vanguard Titan, of course."
"We are a regular school, so the human lives I just mentioned are not the lives of ordinary people, nor the lives of the students next to us. Relax, we are not playing the tricks of the real moderator god world."
"Human life refers to the lives of IMC soldiers."
"Of course, in addition to human ears, if you get the IMC Pilot's helmet, you can also disassemble its chip and exchange it for credits, and then the credits can be exchanged for virtual human ears in the suitcase."
"The ratio is 1:100, how about that, fair?"
Chen Feng asked, but the stage was completely silent.
They knew that this was absurd and unrealistic, and they imagined that the teacher was teasing us.
But they also knew that it was true when they said this in the first class, coupled with the anger on the faces of the three classmates with Tongtian background next to them.
Can't accept it.
Chen Feng saw that no one was paying attention to him, and he also knew that this group of teenagers and girls were receiving the impact.
He shrugged and said cheerfully.
"Of course, you can also throw it directly into the suitcase."
"But I don't recommend it."
Everyone in Zhengyang was stunned.
is this real? ***Qingfeng threw me into an embryonic killing school? ?
Although I knew that a school in a war would be a bit tough, I really didn't expect it.
This isn't a pilot school, it's a meat machine training school, right? !
***, how the hell do I still expect to heal my soul in this school?
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At this time, on the same planet, there was a large flat floor in a tall building.
Qing Feng stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window and sneezed suddenly.
Qing Feng rubbed his nose with his fingers and looked outside, in the direction of the university.
At this time, that Diaomao must have known the rules of Slaughter Machine University.
Hey, he is definitely scolding me.
Qing Feng laughed and looked at the scenery outside the window, the tall buildings and the city full of giant holographic projections, and slowly fell into a trance.
A school that kills embryos is better for healing the soul.
Take your time and realize it, young man
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ps: I have been very busy these days, so I have a 3,000-word chapter for you today.
Have fun.
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