Chapter 89

The class time was painful and long, but that was for the students of Yayi Military Academy who listened attentively. For Xia Mo, a reborn person, every word the teacher said at the podium was engraved in his bones like a brand.

It is no exaggeration to say that even if she forgot some of the small maps in "Protoss", she would never forget the knowledge she learned in the First Military Academy.

After waking up, Xia Mo raised his head from his somewhat limp arms and looked around the classroom with satisfaction.

"Is get out of class over?"

Seeing the students walking and stopping, she asked Long Yue.

Long Yue nodded, but frowned slightly.

Yi Qianqiu also looked at her hesitantly, as if he had a thousand words to say to her.

Xia Mo realized something and slowly sat up straight: "What's wrong?"

Long Yue raised her finger and pointed in the direction of the podium in front of her. Xia Mo looked over and found that the teacher of this course was handing out electronic boards to them.

Seeing her stunned, Long Yue guessed her heart skipped a beat and quickly whispered to her, "Don't worry about drawing the structural diagram. Qianqiu and I listened carefully and know how to draw it. You can refer to ours later and you'll definitely pass it."

It turned out that she was worried that she couldn't draw because she was catching up on sleep. Xia Mo frowned at her and Yi Qianqiu and was about to say "thank you" when a figure exuding a cold air stood next to her seat.

"Who asked you to communicate?" The teacher said with a stern face and a stiff tone.

Her voice was not loud, but it was powerful enough for all the students in the classroom to hear.

In an instant, the large classroom, where few people were talking, became even quieter. The students in the front row turned their heads at the sound, and their eyes all fell on the row where Xia Mo and Long Yue were standing.

Long Yue, who had always been served by others, had never experienced such a killing look. Her face turned red all of a sudden, and she sat back, not daring to speak anymore.

Yi Qianqiu was thicker-skinned than Long Yue and did not react as strongly as the latter, but he was a student after all and had a natural awe of the teacher, so he shut up and began to flip through the book silently to ease the embarrassment.

Only Xia Mo.

Despite the pressure from the person in front of him, he gave a polite yet awkward smile.

The teacher, Murong Ling, looked down at her condescendingly. After examining her for a few seconds, she asked, "What's your name?"

"Replying to the teacher, Xia Mo."

Murong Ling narrowed her eyes slightly, and although the angle was small, Xia Mo still caught it.

"Poor students from Jiman District?" she asked.

Xia Mo nodded: "Yes."

A slight gasp was heard in the silent classroom.

Xia Mo's face was calm.

She knew why those people reacted this way.

Most of the students who can be admitted to military academies come from rich or noble backgrounds. Even if they are not from wealthy families, they are at least well-off. In short, very few poor students can afford to be admitted to military academies.

The admission score of the Alman Star Military Academy is higher than that of ordinary universities. The admission rate of students in ordinary urban areas is only 10%, let alone the slums where educational resources are severely scarce?

This alone is enough to eliminate 99.99% of the candidates from slums.

In addition to the physical fitness and mental strength tests unique to military academy admissions, it is almost impossible for candidates who have not undergone formal training and development to pass these two assessments.

With all this added up, in the eyes of the public, even if the Yayi Military Academy opened up enrollment quotas to students from the slums, they would assume that no one could actually pass.

In fact, the public's perception is indeed correct.

Looking back over the 30 years since the founding of the First Military Academy on Alman Star, the number of students who were admitted to the school as poor students can be counted on one hand.

And for the poor students who were generally considered to have no chance of getting into the military academy, at this moment, in front of them, in this classroom, there was a man sitting upright.

The eyes of the entire classroom were fixed on Xia Mo like spotlights, full of surprise and curiosity about her existence.

Murong Ling's eyes also fell on Xia Mo's head, but it was not curiosity, but a bit of contempt and disdain.

"The First Military Academy admitted you free of charge, not to let you sleep in my class. Xia Mo, I will report your actions today to the academy and apply to renegotiate your tuition exemption policy."

After saying this, he raised his chin slightly and looked down at her from the corner of his eye. "You have three minutes to draw the structural diagram I just talked about in class. If your drawing is in any way different from what I just explained, then I'm sorry, your regular grade here will be recorded as 0."

For different subjects, teachers have different requirements for the proportion of regular grades.

For Murong Ling, she set the regular grades to account for 40%. 0 points for this part means that she has to get a full score of 100 in the final exam to pass, not even 0.1 point less!

For the second time, there were gasps in the classroom.

"Oh my god, classmate Xia is so miserable. You don't need to attend this class anymore. Just retake it."

"Renovation costs are very expensive. Doesn't she come from a poor area? I think it would be very stressful for her, right?"

"Heh, isn't the pressure self-inflicted?" A boy in the front row propped his chin on his hand, glancing back nonchalantly. "He skipped classes so many times, wasn't doing his homework, and even slept in class. The teacher caught him. People from the slums really are like that. I think our school shouldn't admit them. It would lower our reputation."

After saying this, he immediately received nods of agreement from several boys around him.

"That's right. The school even offers free tuition to people like them. I'm asking why? We all got in with the same scores, so why does she get to enjoy this privilege?"

"Why don't we talk to the principal and tell him not to recruit students from the slums anymore, so as to avoid recruiting uneducated people like her. It feels like the air is polluted just by being around her."

The more they talked, the more outrageous it became, and the girls in the back row couldn't stand it anymore.

"You guys just talk about the issues, and don't attack others personally."

"That's right, you call others uneducated, but don't you even check how many words you say are clean?"

"If you're unhappy with the school's policies, you can tell the school. What's the point of being so mean to your classmates behind their backs?"

The girls responded with all sorts of things, leaving the boys in the front row speechless.

The front row soon quieted down, but new voices started to rise in the back row.

"...Mr. Murong, um...Xia Mo, is she listening carefully in class..."

Facing Murong Ling's murderous gaze, Long Yue mustered up the courage to explain on behalf of her roommate.

Murong Ling glanced at the priceless brain ring on her wrist, and her icy gaze softened slightly. "My dear classmate, you are able to stand up and plead for your classmate. This kindness is worth learning from. However, some people don't deserve your kindness. Letting them fend for themselves is the best option."

"Okay, stop dithering. You, Xia Mo, start the 3-minute countdown and start drawing."

The electronic board was thrown in front of Xia Mo, who took it silently.

She took out the capacitive stylus from the back of the board, lowered her head, and began to draw silently.

Long Yue was watching from the side, she was extremely nervous, her cheeks flushed slightly and her breathing became long and heavy.

Seeing that what Xia Mo drew on the blackboard was completely different from what the teacher said, she couldn't help but turn her head to look at Yi Qianqiu on her right.

"What should I do, Qianqiu..." Her lips moved. Although she didn't make a sound, Yi Qianqiu understood what she said.

Yi Qianqiu also frowned, looking worried.

She had heard that the teachers at the Yayi Military Academy were all very strict, but she had not expected that if she could not draw a structural diagram, her regular score would be recorded as 0. Isn't this too much to ask?

There are quite a lot of details in the structural diagram. Murong Ling spent a full three hours just to explain the major structure, and there are still many smaller structures that have not been disassembled.

As for the overall structure, she and Long Yue could only remember most of it. As for the remaining details, they originally planned not to draw them at all. It would be fine to just get the job done like this. Anyway, they would definitely get the points in the usual time.

Who knew that Murong Ling would just stand by and ask Xia Mo, who had never attended the class, to draw according to what she said. Isn't this a disguised sentence that Xia Mo needs to retake the course?

After spending these days together, although Yi Qianqiu did not support Xia Mo's skipping classes and sleeping, he actually had no opinion on the latter. He even helped them both out at the gathering this morning, and inexplicably developed a bit of goodwill towards them?

With the mentality of helping someone he likes, Yi Qianqiu took the book to his lap, quietly spread it out, and prepared to give Xia Mo some cheat sheets.

Unexpectedly, at this moment, a sharp gaze pierced her.

Yi Qianqiu's back trembled, and the open book fell to the ground with a thud.

Long Yue looked at the book on the ground with heartache, and had the urge to pick it up immediately, but Murong Ling was staring at her, and she was so scared that she didn't dare to move at all.

In the back row of the classroom, which was so silent, the only sound besides the nervous breathing was the sound of Xia Mo's capacitive pen sketching on the electronic board.

Everyone stared at her and the pen in her hand, wondering what kind of homework she would hand in.

Of course, among those who stared at her, some were worried, while others were gloating.

The boys who had mocked Xia Mo before couldn't help but laugh secretly, wanting to see her ugly face being scolded and kicked out of the classroom by Murong Ling.

Unfortunately, they didn't get what they wanted.

"Time's up, stop writing."

As the 3-minute deadline approached, Murong Ling reached out and pulled away the electronic board in front of Xia Mo.

The sarcastic words were on the tip of her tongue, but at this moment, after seeing the structural diagram on the electronic version, her cheeks trembled uncontrollably.

"H-Have you taken sophomore courses?"

Even though Murong Ling was known for her sharp words, her tone now contained a hint of disbelief and surprise.

Xia Mo smiled lightly: "I guess so."

She even took the fifth grade classes.

When I was drawing the most basic structural diagram just now, I lost control and drew all three layers of the structure inside and outside. It was not until Murong Ling stopped me that I realized that I had drawn a lot of extra content.

Drawing the mecha pictures for Li Zewei actually caused me to have some side effects. It seems that my hands cannot stop until the drawings are perfect.

Xia Mo blamed herself in her heart for being naughty, but she didn't know that Murong Ling's eyes when she looked at her had progressed from surprise to shock, then from shock to collapse of opinion, and finally to embarrassment. In short, the change in expression was wonderful.

Murong Ling was silent for a long moment as she stared at the structural diagram on the drawing board. Finally, she gritted her teeth and warned him rather unwillingly, "Don't let me catch you sleeping in class again. Otherwise, you won't get the regular marks!"

Xia Mo: "Okay, thank you, teacher."

After saying that, he packed up his books and left calmly, facing the looks of surprise, admiration, or incomprehension from the entire classroom.

As we watched her disappear from the back door of the classroom, the quiet classroom suddenly became noisy.

The few boys who had wanted to laugh at her found it unbelievable and immediately rushed to the podium, craning their necks to look at the electronic board that Murong Ling had brought back.

“Teacher, does she draw well?”

"Teacher, did she draw half of your structure?"

The chattering of several boys made Murong Ling, who was already upset, even more irritated. She simply showed the electronic version so that the boys who were surrounding her and other people in the front row could see it clearly.

“She drew this.”

A very standard structural diagram, so standard that there is no fault to be found, Murong Ling said in her heart.

This is no longer a matter of having a good memory, but... all the details inside and out are engraved into the artist's bones, so it can be completed in such a short time!

When the boys saw the picture on the electronic board, they were speechless when they wanted to mock it.

What the hell is this drawing? Is it what we talked about today?

Damn, doesn't this depict all the mecha structures included in this course?!

She must be a repeater! Otherwise how could she draw like this!!!

Several boys were so shocked that they all stood there in shock.

Seeing this, the other students became even more curious and rushed over to see what was drawn on the blackboard that shocked everyone into silence.

Pairs of eyes passed through the heads of the people in front, and the moment they fell on the structural diagram, they all couldn't help but exclaim in surprise.

This wasn't drawn by a human, it was clearly a textbook scanner!

Xia Mo became famous in this classroom, but he knew nothing about it.

After finishing her meal, she logged into the game and was now completely focused on completing tasks.

3 sets of daily city tasks in Huangs City, let’s go!

Let’s start the Royal Library bookshelf sorting task!

The guild’s daily contribution tasks are still underway!

After finishing all this, she was about to log off when suddenly, a system message popped up above her vision:

Congratulations to player "Si Hai" for successfully clearing the Level 20 special dungeon, Tomb City, and unearthing a large amount of treasure. Let's cheer for him!

Congratulations to player "Chu Junmo" for successfully clearing the Level 20 special dungeon, Tomb City, and unearthing a large amount of treasure. Let's cheer for him!

…

Tomb City? Wait, isn't this the dungeon that Qingyao Zhishang has been conquering?

Also, this copy requires a key to open, and the key is in her hands, so why can Sihai and the others still...

Xia Mo stood there in a daze, countless possibilities popping up in her mind. After a few seconds, she quickly opened her backpack.

The key she had picked up from the boulder beast was still in her backpack, which meant it hadn't been stolen, which was even stranger.

At the same time, He Ye Xiaoxiao, who was online, sent a private message.

[He Ye Xiaoxiao: Isn't the key in your hand? Was it stolen?]

[He Ye Xiaoxiao: Is there a traitor among us? ]