Turan Academy has a small class system, with 20 students in each class. Most courses are small classes led by teachers. Large classes such as public courses are open to all majors and grades.

Such a small class system allows teachers to pay attention to each student and adjust the teaching progress according to the actual situation.

"But you will find that every time a school term starts, there are few classes with more than 20 students! Some are short of one or two students, and some are so bad that half of the students are directly lost!"

Xia Zhiyang exclaimed in an exaggerated tone, "The teachers in Turan are all devils! There are many students enrolled each semester, right? It's easy, right? People like me who have a little less score can still get in by paying money, and there are also people like you who transferred in mid-term and paid money to get in. But if you count the graduates every year, sometimes one-third of them can't graduate!"

Qi Yan: "What about those who were expelled?"

"They will be accepted by Leto or other schools in the central district. But once they enter Turan, who wants to go out again?" Xia Zhiyang led Qi Yan to the teaching building. "But it's also good this way. Those who can really graduate from Turan must have some real skills. It's just that the elimination mechanism is too cruel, and many people can't accept it."

As he walked, he remembered, "By the way, Qi Yan, which class are you assigned to?"

Qi Yan looked at the message received on the personal terminal: "Artificial Intelligence Major, Sophomore, Class 137."

"137?" Xia Zhiyang raised the last syllable of his name high, and then a brilliant smile spread across his baby face, "We're

in the same class with Chen Mingxuan and I!" He excitedly wanted to reach out and pat Qi Yan's shoulder, but then he remembered that Qi Yan didn't seem to like physical contact with others, so he stopped himself halfway and said happily, "At the end of last semester, our class lost four people. With you joining us, we will have seventeen people at least!"

Qi Yan nodded, "Yeah."

Lu Fenghan followed quietly beside Qi Yan, listening to the conversation between the two, and his gaze finally fell on his employer again.

It can be seen that Qi Yan is naturally cold and his emotions are not very volatile. In addition, he seems to have seldom interacted with people of the same age in the environment where he grew up, which makes him seem a little slow and clumsy when he is with Xia Zhiyang and Chen Mingxuan.

Xia Zhiyang is carefree and doesn't care about these details. Chen Mingxuan is much more sensitive. Whether talking or playing games, he will take care of Qi Yan intentionally or unintentionally.

Lu Fenghan evaluated them in his heart and felt that these two people... were just barely above the passing line.

The classroom was on the eleventh floor. When Qi Yan arrived, there was no one inside. The holographic projector was on, and the blue light was flickering slightly.

Lu Fenghan recognized them: "You Turan, every classroom is equipped with a holographic projector?"

Xia Zhiyang said proudly: "Of course! Some professors are not in Leto at all, not even in the central area. Some professors are often away from home, wandering around the remote planets in the Kepler and Messier regions 360 days a year. If people are not here, they can still attend classes, so, here," he pointed, "we can only rely on holographic projection."

Lu Fenghan roughly calculated how many classrooms there were in Turan Academy, and then calculated the price of each instrument -

hiss, it turns out that the alliance's biggest spendthrift!

He couldn't help but glance in the direction of the First Military Academy, thinking, a river divides the rich and the poor, it's true.

Xia Zhiyang stared at Lu Fenghan for a few seconds and reacted, "No, why are you still here? Non-students and faculty members are not allowed to stay in Turan."

Qi Yan was observing the layout of the classroom and replied, "I have submitted an application, and the principal agreed that Lu Fenghan can follow me on campus to protect my safety." "

Is that okay?" Xia Zhiyang was shocked and immediately thought, "Then if I get expelled one day, can I be your bodyguard and go back to Turan to attend classes?"

Lu Fenghan crossed his arms, raised his chin, and said arrogantly, "Just you?"

Xia Zhiyang felt that he was being despised! But when meeting Lu Fenghan's gaze, he was always frightened for no reason, so he had to change the subject: "But bringing bodyguards to school seems to have never happened before."

Qi Yan found the school rules from the personal terminal and projected them into the air: "Chapter 11, Article 98 of the School Rules, in special circumstances such as when students' lives and safety are seriously threatened, security personnel can be deployed on campus."

After reading it, Xia Zhiyang thought, could it be that the enemies of the Qi family want to make a move on Qi Yan, the heir, or is Qi Yan on guard against that stepmother Jiang Yunyue?

Well, it's not impossible!

Anyway, there must be a reason.

At this time, the door of the classroom was pushed open, and a boy in a black shirt walked in with a portable clipboard. Seeing Xia Zhiyang, he sneered: "I thought I wouldn't see you this semester."

The implication is that you were not expelled.

Hearing Laurent's sarcastic words, Xia Zhiyang immediately rolled his eyes: "I didn't expect that after a vacation, some people still can't learn to speak human language."

Laurent didn't look at Xia Zhiyang again, but turned his gaze to Qi Yan, and said contemptuously: "Are you the transfer student who successfully transferred to Turan only because his family donated a building?"

He put the recording board on the table with a crisp "click" sound, "Well, don't get expelled before the end of this semester just because of poor grades."

Knowing that Qi Yan was not good at speaking, Xia Zhiyang quickly counterattacked: "It's better than some people's families who can't even donate a floor!"

Laurent snorted and turned to his seat.

"Don't be angry, this guy is called Laurent, relying on his good grades, he is always weird." Xia Zhiyang lowered his voice, "But, did your family really donate a building to Turan? How did he know that and he is so sure! The point is, I don't know!"

Qi Yan shook his head and explained, "No."

Xia Zhiyang slapped his palm, "I know, I didn't donate a building!"

Qi Yan was about to nod, and then heard Xia Zhiyang continue, "Two buildings were donated!"

Qi Yan decided to remain silent.

Formal classes will not start on the first day of school. After the class time is up, the blue light of the holographic projector becomes darker, and then a "person" appears on the podium. Except that the edge of the image is slightly lighter in color, the visual effect is not much different from watching a real person.

The professor in charge was named Fu, he was sixty years old, had a unique gentle temperament, and spoke slowly and steadily. He first welcomed Qi Yan, then began to explain the teaching plan for September, and listed the bibliography that needed to be read and the experiments that needed to be conducted.

The list was very long, and some people in the classroom were already sighing in low voices.

"Although it is the first day of school, time is tight and cannot be wasted. I will send a data package to each of your personal terminals. These data are raw data collected without purpose. After you have completed the data mining, you will submit the final results to me. The deadline is... this time tomorrow."

There was a wailing in the classroom. Xia Zhiyang banged his head on the table, then sat up quickly, covered his forehead, and grimaced, "Professor, do we have to stay up all night on the first day of school? Can we be a little more flexible?"

Professor Fu liked to see students sighing when they were hit hard. He smiled and said, "If you can write a better processing model, such as upgrading the RN3 model we learned last semester, then you don't have to stay up all night tonight."

Xia Zhiyang was angry: The point is, I have to be able to write!

Qi Yan opened the personal terminal and looked at the data package. It was indeed very large. It took almost 20 seconds to decompress it.

At this time, he heard Professor Fu call his name: "Qi Yan, can you finish it?"

Qi Yan closed the data package display interface and replied: "No problem."

In the classroom, someone whispered a mocking sentence: "You are pretending to be rich."

Qi Yan turned around and found that it was the man named Laurent. When the other party saw him looking at him, he smiled at him slowly.

It was definitely not kind.

Qi Yan didn't care and retracted his gaze.

Others in the class were taking the time to ask Professor Fu about the RN3 model upgrade. Qi Yan stared at a certain point in the air and gradually began to be dazed.

The shoelaces tied into a bow moved little by little with the movement of his feet.

After a few minutes, Qi Yan leaned towards Lu Fenghan and asked in a low voice: "On the way to school today, did you ask me if I had enough breakfast?"

Lu Fenghan was thinking about something. When he heard Qi Yan's question, he shook his head after thinking back: "I didn't ask. You ate three slices of bread for breakfast. According to your usual eating amount, you won't be hungry."

So it was another fictitious memory of his.

"Is that so." Qi Yan sat back down and continued to be in a daze, while distinguishing in his mind which memories were real and which were fictitious.

Lu Fenghan couldn't help but recall Qi Yan's question just now.

This was not the first time Qi Yan asked him a similar question.

Since Qi Yan started taking the medicine, he would ask him some questions from time to time.

Some of them happened, and some did not happen. Lu Fenghan was determined and rarely wavered. He would not suspect that his memory was wrong because of Qi Yan's inquiry.

He was just wondering whether Qi Yan was asking intentionally for some purpose, or was Qi Yan simply unable to tell which of the contents he asked were true and which were false?

Lu Fenghan turned his head and saw Qi Yan in a daze, his hands resting on the table casually. The joints were well-proportioned and as white as frost. Compared with the table, they were very conspicuous, making people unconsciously focus on them.

Lu Fenghan subconsciously twirled his fingers: I hope he is overthinking it.

After the class was over, Qi Yan was about to go home, but Xia Zhiyang quickly stopped him, "Qi Yan, wait a minute!"

Chen Mingxuan had played games too late the night before and had walked into the classroom on time. Now he had dark circles under his eyes and stood aside with a listless look on his face.

Qi Yan stopped: "Did you call me?"

Xia Zhiyang was worried that Qi Yan didn't know since he had just arrived in Turan: "Have you seen the data package sent by Professor Fu? The volume is very large. If you use the RN3 model to mine data, ordinary equipment cannot handle it. You must use the large optical computer in the computer room. That thing is super expensive, but it is very useful for mining data!"

He sighed again, "I don't know if I can successfully upgrade this model, otherwise, I will have to stay in the computer room all night tonight." "Okay

, I get it." Qi Yan thought for a while, "If you don't understand something, you can ask-"

Before he could say the word "I", he was interrupted by Xia Zhiyang.

"You have never been exposed to this model before. I will send you my previous notes. Take the time to read them. If you don't understand, just look through the first-grade books. If you really can't finish it, Professor Fu will definitely not blame you, after all, you missed a whole year of classes."

Qi Yan could only answer: "Thank you."

"You're welcome! We are all friends!" Xia Zhiyang was still a little embarrassed and scratched the back of his head.

Laurent, who was approaching, heard the conversation between the two. He held a portable clipboard and looked straight ahead: "Sorry, I'm blocking the way. Make way."

Qi Yan originally wanted to go home directly, but he remembered that at the last celebration banquet at the Qi family, Principal Caroline mentioned that there was a library in the library that was dedicated to storing the principal's collection of paper books. He asked the principal for the password and went to the library first.

Lu Fenghan asked Qi Yan: "Why don't you go to the computer room and use an optical computer to mine data?"

At this time, he subconsciously made a comparison.

Judging from Xia Zhiyang's tone, there must be more than one large optical computer in the Turan computer room, there should be many, and they are open to students.

And the First Military Academy across the river -

let's not talk about it.

Qi Yan answered his question: "I don't have to go to the computer room, I have one at home."

Lu Fenghan rarely reacted: "What?"

"Optical computer," Qi Yan said in more detail, "The one at home is an optical computer, so I can go home to mine data."

Lu Fenghan: "...Oh, so."

Qi Yan opened the door of the library with the password.

Lu Fenghan has no interest in paper books. In his opinion, paper books are a fixed medium that will be destroyed by water or fire. They are too fragile and have very low practicality.

Just like this library, when you open the door, there is an empty small compartment - it is said that the original design was for fire and explosion prevention. Push open another door inside and you will see rows of bookshelves.

So, Qi Yan was reading a book inside, and he did not follow him in. He waited in the compartment behind a transparent glass wall.

The personal terminal vibrated, and Vincent sent a communication request.

Seeing Qi Yan turning the pages of the book seriously, Lu Fenghan leaned against the wall, clicked on the connection, and turned on the "personal mode" by the way, so that only he could hear the voice of the other party in the communication.

At the same time, "Dong--"

the clock tower in the center of Turan Academy chimed every hour.

Vincent changed the words he was about to say: "Commander, are you in Turan Academy?"

"Yes, in their library." Lu Fenghan stood lazily, and from time to time he looked through the glass wall to see what Qi Yan was doing.

"Library? Didn't the alarm system at the gate of their school throw you out just because you were on the other side of the river?"

"Get lost, I came in openly." Lu Fenghan briefly stated the application submitted by Qi Yan.

Unexpectedly, Vincent was so excited: "Commander Lu, as an honorary graduate of the First Military Academy, you have successfully infiltrated the enemy! You will surely be remembered in the history of the First Military Academy!"

Lu Fenghan raised his eyelids and did not answer him: "If you have something to say, please say it quickly. You have been talking too much nonsense."

Vincent's tone became serious: "Commander, you asked me to check last time who transferred Weiss Will to the expeditionary force two years ago. There is a result."

Lu Fenghan lowered his eyes: "Dead?"

"How do you know?" Vincent was surprised and continued, "This Weiss is from the Messier region. His parents died in a waterway accident when he was 16 years old."

Lu Fenghan briefly ordered: "Tell me."

"Some of the more remote routes in the Messier region may not be well maintained. You know, the previous technological catastrophe caused countless planetary explosions, leaving behind a mess of hidden dangers. His parents went on a long journey on a civilian spaceship, and they happened to encounter a particle flow storm. The route was severely damaged and the entire spaceship was blown up. Few people survived. The impact of this incident was huge. At that time, the front page headline of the Leto Daily was this for a week."

After listening, Lu Fenghan said: "Continue."

"Later, he was admitted to the military academy in Leto and joined the military according to the procedures. His superior was a lieutenant colonel named Deason, who always promoted Weiss. When Deason was transferred to the front, Weiss naturally followed his superior into the expeditionary force. It is easy to accumulate military merits at the front, and Weiss's rank rose faster than that of ordinary soldiers. Now he is a lieutenant colonel. Almost three months ago, Deason applied to be transferred back to Leto for retirement due to injury. However, he died in a suspended vehicle accident just two months after returning to Leto."

"Suspended vehicle accident?"

"Yes, the official report is that the fully automatic operating system of the suspended car malfunctioned. But I speculate that it is more likely that the system was hacked. If someone wants him dead, he will definitely not survive."

Vincent sighed, "Nowadays, there are very few people who don't let the suspended cars run in full automatic mode. It's so easy to kill people by hacking into the operating system and faking an accident."

Lu Fenghan's eyes fell on Qi Yan who was looking for a book on the bookshelf - this person was one of the "very few" who always required manual driving.

"You can stop following the Dyson line. Since the person is dead, all traces must have been cleared." Lu Fenghan thought for a few seconds, "Don't move in the next few days, so as not to be noticed by someone with ulterior motives."

"Yes," Vincent responded habitually, and then thought, "By the way, I just took it easy, really just took it easy, to check Qi Yan."

"Qi Yan?" Lu Fenghan's tone was a bit dangerous.

After all, Vincent had been Lu Fenghan’s adjutant for three years, and he understood his superior’s tone very well. He knew that Lu Fenghan was unhappy, and said quickly, “It was just a coincidence! I didn’t mean any other thing! But the results are a bit… strange.”

Without waiting for Lu Fenghan to speak, Vincent continued quickly, “Qi Yan’s information is very easy to find. He left Leto at the age of three. , was sent to a very remote planet in the Messier region to live with his grandparents. Then he went to school and took exams step by step.

In his file, all his report cards, medical records, purchase records, and entertainment consumption records, big and small, are all there, very detailed. Similarly, the information of his grandparents is the same. "

Lu Fenghan's eyes moved slightly.

"Commander, you've figured it out, right? The military has been doing this kind of operation of deliberately making a person's information inconspicuous and detailed."

Vincent was a little serious, "Besides, judging from the information, it's still unclear whether Qiyan's grandparents actually exist. If Qiyan is not being cared for by his grandparents, then who took care of him in the past ten years? And does Qiyan live in the Messier area, or has he always lived somewhere else?"

"And--"

"No need to check anymore." Lu Fenghan interrupted Vincent and touched his pocket out of habit, but didn't feel the cigarette.

Vincent wanted to say something, but the words turned around and he took them back.

He recalled that he was suspected of leaking military secrets during an emergency mission at the front line of the Southern Cross Region.

In this case, the highest-ranking person on the scene has the power to execute on the spot. The highest-ranking person at the time, who determined that he had leaked secrets, had just been transferred from Leto to the front line, and he did not get along well with Lu Fenghan.

He knelt on the ground with his hands handcuffed behind his back, thinking he was going to die.

Unexpectedly, Lu Fenghan called him via video.

The image was a little blurry due to interference from cosmic electromagnetic waves, but it could still be clearly seen that Lu Fenghan's military uniform was a little wrinkled, and he was leaning on the black metal gun barrel with one hand, curling the corners of his lips, but his eyes were extremely cold.

He said word for word: "The lives of my men belong to me. Even if it is a shooting, I will do it myself. Otherwise, whoever dares to kill him, I will kill him."

So many people would say that Lu Fenghan is a typical jungle animal, with a strong sense of territory and is very protective of his subordinates.

And Qi Yan has obviously been placed under his protection.

The people he protects are his.

No one has the right to comment. He

is too conceited, but also makes people submit.