Class F, which had been as quiet as a chicken for thousands of years, suddenly made a sound.
It was the sound of the teacher's lecture. The sound came from the light screen in the front of the classroom that had not been used for some time. The teacher of this class was a slightly plump middle-aged man with a mellow and powerful voice that echoed back and forth in the classroom.
"If we accelerate an object to the speed of light, even a tiny needle can blast a planet apart from a distance. This is what we often call a star destroyer. But it consumes a huge amount of energy, roughly equivalent to the total energy emitted by the sun in a week..."
Gu Qiongsheng sat in his seat, supporting his chin with his left hand and holding a ballpoint pen in his right hand, listening with great interest.
This teacher’s teaching level is very high. He explains things in simple terms and makes teaching fun. He also tells some interesting stories from time to time.
After hearing this, Gu Qiongsheng wished he could turn into a sponge and absorb the essence from the ocean of knowledge.
Even though many of the theories remain in the original owner's memory, the process of listening and recording is also a process for Gu Qiongsheng to sort out and familiarize himself with them.
She wanted to thoroughly understand the original owner's memories and completely transform them into her own.
Zhou Qing sat next to her and, contrary to her usual behavior, devoted herself to studying crazily.
Unlike Gu Qiongsheng who only needed to sort out and review, she had missed a lot of courses and needed to put in much more effort to catch up on them all.
But now in Zhou Qing's mind, Gu Qiongsheng is a god.
God said that we should do well in cultural subjects.
Then she did it.
Beat him to death!
No matter how tiring it is to make up for the academic subjects, can it be more despairing to have a stable F grade for 3 years?
She was a child who came from a garbage planet, and the thing she was least afraid of in her life was suffering.
One of them was full of enthusiasm, while the other was writing furiously. They were like two streams of fresh air in the dull and depressing Class F.
The students around them felt increasingly uncomfortable.
The school's screens are turned off for a long time, so they study their own things using personal terminals and wireless headphones so as not to disturb each other.
But now Gu Qiongsheng turned on the screen, and the teacher's deep voice intertwined with the voice in their headphones. In their left ear, he said: "How to reduce energy consumption is the key to using the star destroyer in daily combat..."
Right Ear: "The most high-end ingredients often require only the simplest cooking methods..."
"This is a picture of the X18 series of Star Destroyers. You can see that these devices are very large because they need to provide a powerful energy conversion rate..."
"A piece of bacon, two garlic sprouts, and a red pepper. Cut the garlic sprouts into small pieces and put them in boiling hot chili oil..."
"The X18 has a propulsion efficiency of 980 million watts, making it the star destroyer with the highest conversion rate currently..."
"Wash the rice in clean water and boil it for 15 minutes..."
"Bang!" Someone threw his pen in anger.
Others, brows furrowed, kept sending messages. Tan Yao's terminal at the front of the classroom vibrated continuously. The red-haired young man, grimly looking, dropped his pen and opened the terminal.
As soon as I clicked on it, a long list of messages flooded the screen.
[Brother Tan, do you care? ]
[What are they trying to do? They're not letting me read peacefully!]
Don’t they have their own devices? Don’t they have headphones?
[This is lawless! Brother Tan, please control them! How can you let them be so arrogant?]
Tan Yao was in a very bad mood, his brows were tightly knitted together.
How can he manage it?
Gu Qiongsheng did nothing wrong. It is normal to turn on the screen in the classroom. They turned off the screen because it was too noisy, which actually violated school regulations.
But everyone knew it tacitly, and the disciplinary officer treated Class F as invisible, so no one cared.
Now Gu Qiongsheng deliberately turned on the light screen and played the sound out loud, just to provoke them.
Tan Yao paused for a moment and typed out a reply.
[Stop talking, put on your headphones and turn up the volume.]
[I'll just endure this for a day. Tonight I'll figure out how to cut off the network interface on the screen.]
…
The process of attending classes is also a process of resting physical strength. After two classes, Gu Qiongsheng's blue bar was full again.
Full of energy, she rushed towards the battlefield with Zhou Qing.
The training room can only be entered once a day, but it is also a good place to hone your physical strength and train your skills in the battlefield.
The feeling of fighting with mental power in reality is different from the simulation training. With Zhou Qing as his companion, Gu Qiongsheng had a great time fighting.
It was almost noon, and many classes that had competition classes also came to the competition field. They saw Gu Qiongsheng and Zhou Qing practicing from afar, and couldn't help but stick their heads out to take a look.
Then they were amused by this crude sparring.
Two girls, each with a dagger, who are they kidding?
Who still uses a dagger in battle these days?
Everyone knows that the more mental power one has, the larger and more advanced the weapons that can be materialized will be, and the more lethal they will be.
For example, in Class A, Sheng Zhang's weapon is a longbow, Lu Yuanji's is a □□, Zhao Qingke's is a silver sword, and before the original owner was disabled, he used a half-meter-long sharp double spike.
Using a □□ to hit a dagger can kill someone by kite-flying. With a short weapon, you can't reach the edge of the opponent's clothes even if you stretch your arm, but with a long weapon, you can poke a hole in the person from a distance of one meter.
Not to mention Class B and Class A, they can also manifest thermal weapons.
What with hand-held laser swords, two-handed energy guns, and shoulder-mounted rocket launchers, and one shot sending smoke everywhere. How can we fight them?
"How boring," someone nearby sneered, "No wonder he was transferred to Class F. Gu Qiongsheng's current mental strength is only enough to condense a dagger."
"It seems so. Alas, she is also pitiful."
"Who is that person sparring with her? He looks unfamiliar."
"I don't know him. Is he from Class F?"
"Class F? Haven't they been to the battlefield for a long time?"
"We're about to graduate, maybe we can pose for a souvenir."
Whispers and rustlings came from all directions.
Gu Qiongsheng seemed not to hear anything and was concentrating on sparring with Zhou Qing. He waved the dagger like an afterimage, moved his body swiftly, and his feet moved with great speed.
Not far away, Sheng Zhang walked over unsteadily with his hands in his pockets.
He glanced at the crowd for a few seconds and suddenly said, "Huh, it's just a dagger, but he managed to pass the advanced training ground?"
As soon as these words were spoken, the onlookers froze.
The smile on his face gradually disappeared.
...Fuck.
I almost forgot about this.
Yes, even though he could only materialize a dagger, Gu Qiongsheng still managed to pass the advanced training ground.
Doesn't that mean that she killed dozens of simulated Zergs with just this dagger?
The students looked at each other, and suddenly felt that the long weapons in their hands were not so attractive. Just then, Sheng Zhang said quietly: "And the girl across from her, don't you notice something wrong?"
What's wrong?
The students looked confused and shook their heads.
"Tsk," Sheng Zhang curled his lips, "No wonder you can't get through the training ground. Look closely, although that girl's mental power is very weak, she knows how to conserve energy and avoid mental power collisions."
"She's thin, but moves very quickly in narrow terrain, a typical agile type. During her sparring with Gu Qiongsheng, she spent most of her time dodging, but every time she struck out, she precisely aimed for a flaw."
Clinging to the battlefield fence, Sheng Zhang tilted his head back slightly, lost in thought: "She's trying to achieve the greatest possible outcome with the least possible effort... Hmm, I really want to play a round with them at full strength..."
The students were stunned.
Is this possible?
After hearing what Sheng Zhang said, the students were a little ashamed, as if they were outdone by the two girls from Class F.
Some people were unconvinced and couldn't help but complain: "What's the use of precise strikes? Their mental strength is so weak, they can't hold out for long."
"Can't hold on for much longer?"
Sheng Zhang sneered and turned around.
"They were sparring before you came, right?"
“It has never stopped until now.”
"I think they can hold on longer than many of you."
"..." The student was furious. "You're talking like you know everything. Didn't you also fail the advanced training ground?"
"The pot calling the kettle black, why are you acting so arrogant?"
Sheng Zhang was stunned for a moment.
"That's not what I meant..." He scratched his head in annoyance. "Oh, never mind. Just assume I didn't pass."
"I said I don't believe it, but if they say it, you should believe it, right?"
"Is that right, Lu Yuanji, Zhao Qingke?"
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