Chapter 61
After sending the photo, Yael immediately closed his laptop and was determined not to read the feedback from Caesar... It was too embarrassing.
Dennis, on the other hand, looked regretful.
"Don't be shy. You should take more pictures as souvenirs. Your friends will definitely like them too!"
"Forget it, let's talk about it next time."
Yael coughed softly. He didn't know what it was like for other insects to be in love, but he couldn't stand such stickiness.
Although he was told to express his feelings honestly and to always pay attention to the other person's emotions... he had read all the love guides that females hadn't read in the past few days, but he still couldn't replicate those corny words and behaviors.
Anyway, it's Cecil's first time to fall in love, and it's his first time too, so just let it go. There's still plenty of time to take it slow.
"I think we just visited the tourist spots. I want to go inside the teaching building. The laboratories here should be very high-end, right?"
Yael changed the subject and looked towards the large buildings standing not far away. A hint of interest finally flashed in his eyes.
"So you also like experiments and research, why didn't you say so earlier? By the way, your sire used to be in this school, and you are his cub, so you must have been influenced by him..."
Dennis didn't expect that the female in front of him was also interested in these things, and his eyes lit up immediately.
"Enough of the nonsense, I'll take you to see our school's top experimental equipment!"
But as we walked across the central square and got closer to the laboratory building, we could hear more and more noisy noises, as if some kind of event was being held, with occasional cheers.
Yael was a little confused, but before he could ask Dennis, he turned the corner and saw a vast platform in front of him.
Countless light blue display screens were suspended in the air, with countless complex and profound questions flashing across them. Like a torrent, they surged through the vast knowledge points, making the entire platform look elite and high-end.
There were many students in school uniforms standing on the platform, divided into two distinct factions. At this moment, they were confronting each other in a tense atmosphere, and the expressions of the leading students looked extremely unfriendly.
"What's going on?"
Yael glanced around, a little confused, "Are we going to fight in a group?"
"Let's go, it's those second grade guys again, they're going crazy every day, let's walk away, be careful not to get affected."
Dennis frowned, looked at the Asian female's puzzled expression, and explained it to him.
"Ever since the genius Nostin Quinton appeared in the second grade, those guys have become arrogant. They have nothing to do all day long but challenge Senior Adelaide for the top position."
"Today, he must have seen that the senior was going to attend a project discussion meeting at school, so he took the opportunity to pick a fight with him... The senior is so busy that he doesn't have time to care about these farces."
Adelaide?
Yael thought about the discussion with Adelaide yesterday. The female insect seemed to have said that she would attend a meeting today to report the project progress to the school.
"Are you in fourth grade?"
He glanced at Dennis, who was filled with righteous indignation. "It seems that he admires Adelaide very much."
"No, I'm in the second grade." Dennis scratched his head and chuckled.
"It's not that I admire you, I just think it's cool to be like you, who devotes himself to academic research. That's what a real scholar is like!"
"Rather than those guys on stage who are always looking for trouble and acting like street urchins."
Yael wanted to remind him that his voice was too loud, but before he could open his mouth, he was surrounded by the second-year students who noticed this place, and the female insect in the lead had a ferocious look on her face.
"What did you just say? Dennis, do you want to die?!"
"Hey, you're the only one with the loudest voice? Believe it or not, if I shout, my 10,899 good brothers will rush over and knock you down!"
Being inexplicably stuck in the middle, Yael sighed silently and took the initiative to step forward and insert himself in front of Dennis, "Sorry, he didn't mean it."
The female insect was about to push him away impatiently, but the moment she met those dark eyes, she froze, as if a plate of cold water was poured over her head, and an indescribable shudder swept through her whole body.
Yael raised his eyelids and spoke in a tone that was neither light nor cold.
"It looks like the competition up there is about to start, don't you guys need to get ready?"
The bugs that surrounded them were all following the leading second graders. Whether they were preparing for the game or just cheering them on, the time was almost up. And if it really developed into a gang fight, no one would be able to escape.
"……Walk."
The female insect looked at Yael with some fear, feeling that something was wrong, but couldn't put her finger on it. In the end, she could only take a few steps back.
"etc."
At this moment, a low and cold figure came from above, instantly attracting all attention.
I saw a young female insect standing on the arena suspended in the air, leaning against the beam of light with her hands in her pockets, glancing sideways with a gloomy look, "Since you're here, why don't you stay and take a look."
"He is Nostin Quinton, the sophomore genius who was selected by exception."
Dennis and Yael whispered, looking alert. "He always likes to show off, but why did he suddenly ask us to stay? Do you know him?"
Yelchin hesitated for a moment, then walked to the audience and sat down in a corner.
"I don't know him, but it's nice to see the excitement."
He reached into his down jacket and miraculously pulled out a bag of caramelized sunflower seeds.
"Here, it's a must-have for a lively occasion. Do you want one?"
"……want!"
After Dennis's detailed explanation, Yael finally understood the rules of the fight.
Unlike the violent competitions at the Imperial Military University, the Research Academy is basically a literary competition, similar to the competition mechanism of the strongest brain, and the main content is to draw questions from the light screen and answer them.
The difficulty of the questions, the question types are varied, and there is not even any grade limit. Those who do it quickly and well will naturally win, and those who get the answer wrong or solve the problem a little slowly will lose the score.
The two parties confronting each other were the elite students of the second and fourth grades. However, Nostin Quinton did not stand in any camp. He was still leaning against the light column, casually looking at the questions passing by on the light screen.
"So, now that the competition is halfway through, the fourth graders are at a disadvantage, right?"
Yael ate melon seeds absentmindedly and threw the shells into a paper box made from a bag.
Although his position was a bit off, he was very close to the competition venue and could clearly see the contents on the question boards of both sides.
"Yes, apart from anything else, the sophomores who participated in the competition were all promoted to elite classes. Their professional level is at least very good."
Yael slowed down his movements and squinted his eyes to see the answer to the question solved by the bug on the platform.
The order of a whole set of test questions is completely shuffled. The answer will not be given immediately after a question is completed. The score will not be given until the countdown is completed or the entire set is completed.
"The fourth graders will win this one."
Dennis looked at him suspiciously. "The sophomore obviously did very quickly, and I remember his grades were always very good."
Yael said nothing and continued to eat melon seeds.
"The countdown has ended. All candidates please stop writing immediately... The final scores are being calculated..."
"Adler: 92."
Dennis exclaimed, "I remember he just picked a very difficult question that was beyond the standard. He still scored over 90 points. This is amazing!"
“Bernie: 92.5.”
As soon as the results came out, there was an immediate discussion among the students, who obviously did not understand why the obviously outstanding second-year student would lose to the taciturn and mediocre fourth-year student.
Yael ignored Dennis's series of questions and scanned the answer sheet that was presented to him. The wrong questions on it were indeed similar to what he expected.
He calmly grabbed another handful of melon seeds and handed them to Dennis.
"The next game has started. Do you want to eat some sunflower seeds?"
“…Knock!”
"This time, the sophomores are the perennial runner-up. Although they are always suppressed by Nostin, their strength should not be underestimated. The score they just recovered in the last round should be widened again."
Dennis explained, sighing, "Senior Adelaide and the other excellent seniors who worked with him on the project have gone to a meeting. This time the fourth graders might really get anal sex."
Each game lasts 20 minutes, which is quite boring.
Yael had stopped eating sunflower seeds and started sending messages on his laptop, only occasionally glancing at the situation on the stage.
"Who do you think will win this time?"
Yael was playing on his laptop when he was suddenly nudged on the shoulder. He heard Dennis's probing voice and said without even looking up, "Fourth grade, right?"
"Is this true?! I don't believe you will guess it right the second time!"
He shouted loudly, attracting everyone's attention. Before he finished speaking, the light screen on the platform showed the final results -
"What the hell?!"
"Is he really in the fourth grade?!"
"The female next to me guessed it right twice in a row... She's so lucky..."
This result was really unexpected. The students in the audience burst into cheers, and a few even started discussing the extremely beautiful female next to them and her luck that was too good to be from the European Emperor.
Yael had just finally mustered up the courage to read Cesar's feedback, and his ears were still a little hot when he put down his laptop.
Under Dennis's series of critical questions, he coughed a few times and went to look at the test questions on the stage.
"What did you say?"
Dennis took a deep breath and said, "I'll make a bet with you next time, okay?"
"Let's just...bet on these melon seeds. If you win, you get to eat them. If I win, I get to eat them. And you can't just guess. You have to give a specific reason!"
Suddenly deprived of the freedom to eat melon seeds, Yael withdrew his hand reaching for the seeds and pondered for a moment.
"Okay, but you can't restrict me from playing other things during this period."
What they didn't notice was that the students sitting next to them also pricked up their ears quietly.
"There are 10 multiple-choice questions at the beginning. They don't seem too difficult. I'll do them too... For the fifth question, should I choose A or D? For the sixth question, it must be C! And then..."
"I don't have four eyes, so I can't read two sets of questions!"
Dennis, who wanted to follow the candidates on the stage and do the questions together so as to guess the final winner, quickly collapsed. He caught a glimpse of Yael who seemed particularly nonchalant and almost vomited blood.
Could it be that he was being fooled? Maybe the Asian female didn't want to eat melon seeds at all, and was just teasing him here!
"…Who are you betting on to win this time?"
Yael closed the shopping page with a guilty conscience, coughed softly and said seriously.
"The sophomore should win this time. He did very well on this test. He might get an unprecedented high score."
But before Dennis could say anything, a head suddenly popped up from the audience in the back, his expression gradually becoming more curious, "Is this true?!"
"Hello, pretty junior! I just eavesdropped on your conversation, hehe..."
As the results have not come out yet, Yael made a few simple comments.
"The difficulty of the test questions varied. This second-year student did not try to solve the difficult questions. He first picked the ones that were easy to score. The basics were there. Moreover, he used the correct formula the first time when solving the most difficult questions. He basically made no mistakes in the whole test."
"The fourth-grade test set was not particularly difficult, but the question types were different from those taught in regular classes and required flexible formula transformation. He strayed from the path at the beginning and wasted too much time on the way back, so he had no time to do other questions, and his score fell a bit."
Dennis and the students beside him were stunned, but before they could ask any questions, the score came out on the platform -
"The first ninety-nine!"
“What a high score!”
"That sub-female was right again..."
Yer successfully got his melon seeds and started eating them again, not noticing that a circle of students had gathered around him, some of them even took out their own snacks, forming a neat line of scenery.
"Weren't you playing with the computer just now?!"
Dennis was choking for a moment. "Is he secretly searching for the answer?"
Yael put the melon seeds in the palm of his hand and reached out to the seat next to him. Immediately, several hands snatched away some of the seeds like parrots.
He patted the crumbs off his hands and smiled when he heard it.
"Just look at the test questions when they are refreshed, and look at them again when they are almost done answering them."
These remarks were so outrageous that even Nostin, who had nothing to do with the matter, couldn't help but glance at him obliquely.
Dennis was shocked and speechless for a long time, and presented him with a cup full of melon seeds.
"Master! Please eat some sunflower seeds!"
Yael grabbed a handful and asked, "Do you want to guess again next time?"
"Guess!"
"I want to join, too. Can I?"
…
In the end, Yael's lips were swollen from bumping into each other. Not only did he win the melon seeds that were given to Dennis, he also won all the snacks from the students around him and stuffed them into both pockets of his down jacket.
Dennis was shocked. He put down the calculation board on the computer and stared blankly at the score refreshed on the platform.
The ten bags of melon seeds that he had asked his classmates to buy for him had just arrived. After he came to his senses, he slid down from the stool and respectfully presented them to Yael.
"Boss, please accept my greeting!"
Yael cleared his throat, opened the energy liquid and took a sip, "No, I'm afraid of getting a sore throat."
"Is the competition over? It feels like everyone has basically gone through one round."
He counted the insect heads that came on stage and found that almost all of them had shown their faces. If there was no wheel battle, the second graders would have a slight advantage this time.
"No, in the next finale, that guy Nostin will play. Oh, not necessarily. He is only interested in challenging Adelaide. Since the senior is not here this time... he might not play at all."
A student nearby interrupted and looked at the fourth grader who looked somewhat humiliated.
Why does it seem like there is a bug missing? Did someone secretly go to call for help just now?
Yael nodded as if he understood, glanced at the time on the computer, packed up the snacks he had won, and stood up.
"Then you guys continue watching. I want to go to the laboratory and take a look..."
"Hello."
At this moment, a familiar and cold voice suddenly sounded, suppressing all the noise in the audience.
The attention of the whole audience was immediately drawn to one place——
Yael was pulled by the hem of his down jacket. He looked up in confusion and met the eyes of Nostin, who was standing on the edge of the platform and looking over here.
The young female insect had a pair of dark grey eyes, like a universe filled with dark matter, indifferent and arrogant, as if nothing could be seen by her.
"Want to have a competition?"
But at this moment, he stared at Yael in the audience, with a hint of enthusiasm in his eyes, inviting him to a match.
Yael never thought that eating melon seeds could actually cause trouble, "?"
"Well, I'm in a hurry..."
Before he finished speaking, there was an even bigger commotion on the other side of the platform, attracting most of the attention. Yael also turned his head to look.
—Adelaide?!
He coughed softly, reached out to put on the hood of his down jacket, and was about to slip away when Nostin wasn't paying attention, but he was tripped by the stunned Dennis and failed to leave.
"What are you doing?"
A familiar voice suddenly came from behind. Adelaide, who had just finished a meeting, led the bugs of the project team over. Looking at the chaotic drama in front of him, his brows furrowed.
"Nostin has been saying that he wants to compete with the seniors, so the second-year students organized themselves to challenge the fourth-year students..."
The female insect who quietly went out to get help whispered.
"Boring, I'd rather do more experiments with this time."
Adelaide looked indifferent, his eyes passing over the insects around him. He had no intention of saving face for the fourth-year student. He turned around and walked out with the project members, "Let's go."
But Nostin never looked away from the beginning to the end, staring at Yael, and said, "He's gone, you compete with me."
Yael originally didn't want to pay attention to it, but he couldn't stand the countless searchlight-like eyes scanning his body. After hesitating for a moment, he finally refused.
"Sorry, I have something else to do, and I'm not a student at the academy... You can find other bugs. I'll take my leave now."
Adelaide's pupils shrank and he paused as he walked down the stairs. The bug behind him failed to brake in time and almost hit him.
"Chief, what's wrong?"
The insect said blankly, but the stiff insect in front of him turned around a little bit, with an expression of disbelief on his face, as if he was forcibly suppressing his excitement.
He saw a very familiar and extremely passionate light in those eyes.
Meanwhile, Yael reluctantly took off the hood of his down jacket, planning to just walk away after refusing once more, thinking that the female insect in front of him wouldn't keep pestering him.
But before he could put it into practice, his shoulders were suddenly grabbed.
The sound I heard last night echoed in my ears, almost like a ghost demanding my life.
"Where do you want to go?"
Adelaide appeared behind him without knowing when, staring at him with burning eyes, and said with almost gritted teeth, "Yell?"
"You're back? Now's the time to have a fight with me."
Nostin was still tirelessly extending invitations to compete, and looking at Adelaide's movements, he seemed to be eager to step forward and hold down Yael's shoulders.
Yael was stunned for a moment, and suddenly heard Dennis's faint voice behind him.
"Yell? So your name isn't Xi'er..."
Oh no, it's over.
"Wait, stop pulling at the hat... the melon seeds fell off!"
Although this incident is very dramatic, Guazi is innocent!
At this time, on the top floor of the administration building, in the principal's office.
"What happened down there? It's so noisy."
Norman stood up and drew open the curtains, only to see many students gathered on the platform below, a real mob fight scene.
Thinking of the big boss sitting behind him, he broke out in a cold sweat. Just as he was about to close the curtains and pretend nothing happened, a voice came from his ear.
"The students at your school are really youthful and lively."
Norman laughed dryly a few times and could only respond to the words of the man behind him.
"Young people like to show off. Whenever they get a chance, they want to compete with their classmates. That's fine..."
An old but still vigorous insect walked out from behind him, opened the curtain on the other side, glanced at the noisy scene below, and spoke in a calm tone.
“It’s good to be proud, but being too impetuous will not allow you to do scientific research.”
Norman looked at the frowning bug in front of him and sighed helplessly.
"What you've taught them is... that the school's management is lax. Give them more homework when you get home!"
Maude Shaw, current director of the Imperial Institute, has been a well-deserved leader in the field of life sciences for nearly a hundred years. The contributions he has made over most of his life are enough to be recorded in history and passed down for thousands of years.
Although he had an extremely eccentric temper and was quite stubborn, often doing terrible things, and was so stubborn that even the royal family could not shake his will, he was also a truly respected and upright scholar.
"I'll ask the teacher to take care of it. Please wait a moment..."
Norman stepped back and called the teacher on duty. Maude Shaw reached out and pressed the window frame, squinting slightly as he looked at the students below.
After a moment, he seemed to notice something, his expression was slightly startled, he took a step closer and looked down, after confirming it again and again, he frowned and suppressed his emotions.
Thinking of what he had just said, he whispered unnaturally, "I can't do scientific research... It's not certain..."
The student who was attending the meeting behind him seemed to sense something was wrong and stepped forward and whispered, "Teacher, what's wrong?"
But then he also saw the center of the insect swarm below, and after a moment of silence he looked surprised.
“That’s not…!”
"I didn't know he actually liked to eat these snacks."
Maude Shaw curled his lips and snorted with disgust. After a moment of silence, he frowned and thought.
"Is it because we don't have these gadgets and have been depressed for a long time that this is the case?"
When the student heard this, he sighed silently and comforted the teacher in a skillful manner.
"Anyway, he's back safely now. When the current situation is over, we can go and recruit him again... I'll buy some snacks now."
Maude Shaw's face suddenly turned sour.
"What are you buying?! I won't hire him. He can come and go as he pleases. Does he think this institute is a hotel?!"
Norman had returned from his call and was about to continue preparing for the meeting.
Maud Shaw opened the curtain and turned back, adding uncomfortably as he passed his student a few steps behind.
"…Just buy some snacks and eat them! Let him enjoy them!"
*
"knock off!"
A loud and resounding shout was heard, and the atmosphere of the Second Army suddenly relaxed. They packed up their equipment in a well-trained manner, started up their starships, and left the cleared battlefield.
Office of the First Fleet Commander.
"After not seeing you for so many years, you are still as efficient and decisive as ever, and your tactics are even more brutal than before!"
Before the door opened, a familiar, rough laugh was heard.
The next second, the office door was kicked open and a female soldier as tall as an iron tower rushed in.
"You are the only one who can break your record! I thought it would be another two or three days before I could see my breasts."
Rachel sat down on the small sofa by the door and looked at the female soldier in front of the sand table opposite her. Her face showed a complex expression of nostalgia and anger.
"Only when I fight with you can I feel such a satisfying feeling. I have been so depressed for the past five years!"
"The Third and Fourth Armies have become places where nobles go to get rich, and the First Army is occupied by demons and monsters. They are so slow and stupid every time they go into battle. I can't help myself!"
Xize ignored him and waved his hand. The sand table that was reviewing the battle situation collapsed completely, and a new round of simulation exercises began.
"It's been a while since you came back, and you just fought a great battle. What did His Majesty say?"
Xi Ze paused, but his eyes did not leave the sandbox, and his tone was indifferent.
"He said that he would be conferred the title of Honorary Marshal upon his return, and he would be able to ascend the throne when the current Marshal retires in two years."
Rachel sighed helplessly.
"Although you are the real commander of the First Army, you have been pretending to be the crown prince for five years. If you directly remove the face of the royal family, where will you go...be patient, two years will pass quickly."
Xi Ze suddenly raised his eyes, his gaze extremely cold, "No."
"I can't wait that long."
Rachel looked at him in astonishment, and suddenly realized something, with an expression of disbelief.
"What did you say?"
Behind the sandbox is an unobstructed transparent glass, and behind the female soldier is the vast and boundless universe.
The magnificent rose-colored nebula is slowly rotating, splashing out a breathtaking blood color.
There was a dark shadow under the brim of the military cap, but it could not cover the extremely bright light in his eyes, which was like a sharp and cold light flowing on the blade of a sword that was unsheathed.
"In two or three months at the earliest, and half a year at the latest, I must become a marshal."
He casually took off his gloves and threw them away without even glancing at the sticky battle scene. But almost instantly, the sand table suddenly raised a cloud of virtual blood sand.
Rachel realized that the battle simulated on the sandbox was not the scene of repelling the beast tide just now, but a more tragic and familiar situation, just like...
The female soldier's expression suddenly froze.
Before he could take a closer look, the ever-changing virtual battlefield began to explode in succession!
When the smoke gradually dissipated, the army with the First Army's small flag had won a great victory.
——That was the extremely strange battle five years ago that directly led to the sacrifice of Admiral Monte.
Today, we finally have a comeback.
Rachel shuddered for a moment, and suddenly felt the deep anger and hatred that had been burning in the heart of the military heroine in front of her for those five years.
Like a raging flame, it was determined to burn all the rotten flesh and blood, and to grind all the grinning evil spirits into ashes. It needed to be sprinkled with the blood of the enemies over and over again in order to be extinguished.
Caesar held the sand table with both hands, staring deeply at Rachel who lowered her head, with the corners of his lips slightly raised.
"You'll side with the other side, won't you?"
The sturdy female soldier raised her head and grinned, revealing a pair of sharp fangs, with a bloodthirsty light flashing in her eyes, "Of course."
"It's been a long time since I've felt this way."
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Yeah Yeah: Kokokokokokokokokoko… (The caramel melon seeds smell so good V)
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