Dawn 83.

South District of Xingcheng, Guanshan Community.

A handsome boy sat in front of the desk, his right hand resting on his chin, his left hand turning a pen, his eyes focused on the admission letter placed on the desk.

On it were printed four large gilded characters "Dawn Academy".

This is the goal of countless students. It is

also the direction that Mo Yu strives for.

Since receiving the admission letter from Dawn Academy, his grandmother, who has been with him for a long time, is willing not to play mahjong with the old guys in the community for one dollar, thinking that mahjong for one dollar is no longer worthy of her level.

At this moment, the mobile phone on the desk trembled. Mo Yu picked it up and found that it was a call from his cousin.

After answering the phone, he heard his cousin's voice with a crying tone.

The cousin's general statement on the phone was that he had a conflict with a classmate because of a conflict of ideas, and he just got beaten up, and hoped that his cousin could help him get back.

Before his cousin finished speaking, Mo Yu decisively hung up the phone.

He couldn't afford this order.

It was no problem to vent his anger for his cousin, but the problem was that he had heard of the classmate who had a conflict with his cousin, and with his current strength, he was no match for him.

Junior high school students nowadays are really fierce.

It is said that the classmate who had a conflict with his cousin had a grandfather who was one of the first blood-refining warriors, and his father was also very hardworking and became a blood-refining warrior through his own efforts. With

the upgrade of two generations of blood, the blood potential of this child surpassed that of ordinary people who had practiced for many years at birth.

At this stage, he has only been in contact with cultivation for a short time. If a fight really breaks out, he will be the one who will be embarrassed.

Mo Yu also wanted to help his cousin, but the problem was that his strength did not allow it.

What is a blood-refining warrior? That is the peak combat power of Xingcheng, and it is not an exaggeration to say that he is a dragon among men.

His cousin obviously understood this, so this was not asking him to go and help, but asking him to get beaten together and share some of the damage.

No longer thinking about his cousin's troubles, Mo Yu turned his eyes back to the admission notice on the desk, and his lazy expression gradually became serious.

He stretched out his hand and slowly stroked the big words on it, and his heart once again looked forward to the arrival of a new life.

He had already figured out where the future was.

He wanted to be a frontline soldier like his father and mother, and open up a future path for the human race.

"Xiao Yu, it's time to eat!"

"I'm here."

Hearing the call from downstairs, Mo Yu immediately responded, then got up and hurried downstairs.

He sat down at the dining table. At this time, the table was already full of home-cooked dishes, and grandma was carrying the last steaming dish from the kitchen.

"Xiao Yu, you're going to the Dawn Academy tomorrow, eat more."

"Okay."

Mo Yu picked up the chopsticks and started eating with a smile.

Grandma sat next to Mo Yu, but did not eat with him. She looked at Mo Yu with pride, reluctance, and a hint of worry.

"Xiao Yu, your parents died on the front line. Why don't you listen to your grandma and apply for the combat department of the Dawn Academy? It's so good to be a scientific researcher. The benefits are good. The unit can introduce you to excellent partners in the future. If you perform well, you can enter the hero cemetery after death to bring honor to your family!"

"The front line can also bring honor to your family, and if you perform well, you can also enter the hero cemetery. Grandma, don't worry, I will take good care of myself."

Mo Yu smiled and nodded while picking at the food.

From the initial stern refusal to the current compromise, in order to apply for the combat department, he and his grandmother went through a long ideological struggle.

His father was the deputy commander of the "Glorious War Corps" on the front line, and his mother was a soldier under his father and a former classmate of his father. They died together while exploring the unknown field on the front line.

He was still very young at that time, and now his impression of his parents is vague.

But he knows that the death of his parents has caused a serious mental blow to his grandmother.

For this reason, his grandmother warned him countless times not to go to the front line, stay in the rear, and not let the Mo family die out.

Grandma often said:

"If I hadn't forced your parents to have a child earlier, the Mo family would have been cut off after their death. Grandson, you are

the treasure of grandma's nagging."

So grandma always resisted his idea of ​​going to the front line.

In order to cure his rebelliousness, grandma, who retired from the Hupo Technology Branch, often taught him scientific knowledge, hoping that he could inherit her legacy and contribute to the development of the Star City technology system.

Mo Yu had a detailed understanding of grandma's past.

Grandma was one of the technicians in the body mechanization transformation department of the Hupo Research Institute's Technology Branch.

During that period, grandma said that she was the most awesome.

But the rear was not as safe as grandma said. Although the casualty rate on the front line was much higher than that in the rear, the scientific research and technical personnel in the rear were also under great mental pressure, and there were also experimental risks.

For example, his grandmother once made an operational error in a mechanical transformation experiment and cut off the little finger and ring finger of her left hand.

She was also bedridden for several years because of radiation damage from the ore used in the transformation of the machinery. If she had not received timely treatment and the resource library happened to have the corresponding healing spiritual plants, she would most likely not wake up completely because of the radiation accident.

To this day, the symptoms of radiation still exist.

Occasionally, grandma would cough and even vomit blood. If she had not obtained a natural ability to heal her body through her belief in the great man Feng Qi, she would not have lived to this day.

But it is a fact that grandma was once very good. There is information to check.

With the guidance of a famous teacher, he learned a lot of knowledge about science and technology from his grandma, but he could never get interested.

He yearned for a military career on the front line, fighting on the battlefield, and making achievements.

This path would eventually be chosen by him, and grandma could not stop him.

By now, the admission letter from the Dawn Academy has arrived, and grandma has completely given up the ideological struggle with him.

Mo Yu can actually fully understand grandma's emotions, which are mixed with complex emotions of pride, worry, and fear.

All he can do is comfort her with words.

At this time, the gray-haired grandmother picked up the chopsticks and picked up a piece of meat for Mo Yu. She couldn't help nagging again:

"Study hard when you go to Dawn Academy. The harder you work now, the less blood will be shed when you go to the front line. Learn the skills well... Also, find a partner as soon as possible..."

Grandma, don't worry, I will study hard. "

Mo Yu stuffed the meat into his mouth and automatically ignored the last sentence, nodding his head in agreement with a smile.

Mo Yu finished his dinner with his grandmother's tireless instructions.

He returned to his room and began to pack up.

Thinking that he would go to the Dawn Academy tomorrow and usher in a new life, he felt a surge of blood boiling. He couldn't help dancing with joy as he imagined his years on the front line after he had learned a lot.

After packing his luggage and washing up, Mo Yu lay on the bed excitedly for a long time before falling asleep.

The next day.

Accompanied by his grandmother, Mo Yu boarded the city light rail train to the East District of Xingcheng.

When the train started slowly, Mo Yu leaned against the window and waved goodbye to his grandmother, tears unconsciously welling up in his eyes. The train accelerated

, and the city scenery outside the window quickly passed by Mo Yu's eyes.

Thinking of his grandmother being alone at home in the future, he felt a little guilty.

At this time, the phone trembled and a message appeared.

Picking up the phone, he found that it was a text message from his grandmother:

[I don't have to cook for you every day, so I can play mahjong with my old friends every day, and occasionally I can grow flowers and vegetables in the community. I'm so happy. My happy retirement life has officially begun... By the way, you should keep a low profile in Dawn Academy. It is said that there are many tough guys in the Dawn combat department. If you keep a high profile, you will get beaten.]

Mo Yu: ...

The sadness in his heart dissipated, and he couldn't help but smile.

The train was running fast, overlooking the prosperous scenery of Star City. Thinking that he would become a warrior to protect the city in the future, Mo Yu suddenly felt proud and became more and more excited about the new life ahead. After

several hours of traveling, Mo Yu got off at the East District Station.

At this time, there was already a car waiting outside the station to pick up the new students of the Dawn Academy.

Mo Yu chose a car that was almost full, got on the car and found a seat to sit down.

His eyes swept over the people in the car. They all

looked faces could not hide their excitement and pride.

Mo Yu did not find it strange.

After all, being able to be admitted to the Dawn Academy proves that they are all geniuses among millions.

Without a bit of arrogance in their hearts, how can they move forward with unstoppable force?

This was what his teacher told him.

But his teacher also After he was admitted to the Dawn Academy, he gave another exhortation.

The teacher said that there are always people who are better than you, and there are always better things. He was once proud of his talent.

His teacher was sixteen years old that year. He firmly believed that he had outstanding talent and would definitely become a hero of this era, and like Feng Qi, he would open up a new era for the human race through his own efforts.

Until he met a descendant of a blood-refining warrior.

At that time, his teacher had just enrolled in the Star City Academy and was about to usher in military training, and he needed to undergo a physical examination.

It was during the physical examination that the teacher first met the descendant of the blood-refining warrior. He wore rimless glasses and a white shirt, and stood there looking gentle. As a result, he was like a beast out of control during the physical examination. The test data exploded, and his physical fitness reached three times his value. In the future, his talent in cultivation would crush all the students of their class.

The exaggerated talent gap was like an insurmountable gap, which completely shattered the teacher's inner pride and complacency.

Since then, his teacher understood a truth, that there has never been a shortage of geniuses in this world, and the meaning of hard work is not to surpass talent but to enable one's next generation to have higher.

When the teacher said this, his eyes were full of regrets about the past, which left a deep impression on Mo Yu.

At this time, the welcoming vehicle started and drove towards the direction of the Dawn Academy.

The East District of Xingcheng is more prosperous than the South District of Xingcheng where he lives. The roads along the way are clean and spacious, and many cleaning robots can be seen wandering around.

After 2 hours of high-speed driving, they arrived at the gate of the Dawn Academy.

The driver stopped in front of the gate of the Dawn Academy, held the steering wheel with one hand, turned his head and looked at them and shouted:

"Get off the car, you need to verify your identity at the door, and then walk in by yourself!"

Mo Yu heard it, picked up his luggage, and got off the car with his future classmates.

Looking up, I saw a stone tablet standing in the center of the gate of the Dawn Academy, on which were four large characters "Dawn Academy" written by Feng Qi himself.

Perhaps it was an illusion brought by faith. When examining the stone tablet, Feng Qi's expectations for the future seemed to come to him through the text, which made Mo Yu dazed for a short time.

Following the flow of people, he came to the gate and began to verify his identity.

The security guard was a retired soldier from the front line. His right arm was broken, and his left arm holding the scanner was covered with traces of wounds that had faded.

When he came to the security uncle, the security uncle immediately raised the instrument and scanned his face.

"Ding, certification passed, new student: Mo Yu."

"Go in."

"Thank you." After nodding politely, Mo Yu pushed his luggage towards the Dawn Academy.

After crossing the gate, there was a wide road in front of him, with many stone tablets standing on both sides of the road.

Each stone tablet recorded the great achievements of Feng Qi. Further back were many portraits. They were all outstanding people of the era who graduated from the Dawn Academy and made outstanding contributions to the human race.

After their death, their statues stood here for the descendants of Dawn to admire.

This is the heritage of an academy. Although the establishment time and heritage of the Dawn Academy are far less than those of the Star City Academy, many outstanding people were born here.

They are also the face of the Dawn Academy.

Following the flow of people towards the reporting office, Mo Yu was very curious about the things along the way.

Passing through a forest along the way, the view ahead suddenly opens up. In the distance stand tall buildings, but the most eye-catching one is the more than ten-meter-high statue of the chess hero.

The hero statue holding a sword in the left hand and a book in the right hand is obviously maintained regularly. Even after decades, it is still as new as ever without a trace of dust.

The crowd moved to the left side of the Fengqi statue,

and then walked towards it. Seeing this, Mo Yu immediately followed the crowd.

Many students bowed and nodded when they came to the Fengqi statue.

This scene did not make Mo Yu feel abrupt. Many people of their generation, and even the generations above them, are admirers and even believers of Fengqi.

This belief has become a legacy.

Every year, Mo Yu, led by his grandmother, goes to the Hero Cemetery or the Central Square to worship the hero statue of Fengqi.

His grandmother is even more of a believer in Fengqi.

If it weren't for the belief that she had obtained a gifted ability related to healing the body, her grandmother would never have lived to this day.

Through history, he worships Fengqi.

Through the current situation, he is grateful to Fengqi for extending his grandmother's life.

The Dawn Academy under his feet was planned and built by Fengqi himself, and even the first batch of majors in the Dawn Academy were established by Fengqi.

In Mo Yu's heart, the great man Fengqi deserves everyone's belief and worship.

When the crowd in front of him dispersed, Mo Yu walked to the statue of Fengqi Hero.

At this time, he noticed that there was a stone tablet standing next to the right foot of the statue. After bowing to the statue of Fengqi Hero, he looked up at the stone tablet.

The stone tablet has been baptized by the years, but the words on it are very clear.

From the text introduction on it, Mo Yu learned that this was the message left by Fengqi to the descendants of Poxiao when Poxiao Academy was first established.

Mo Yu's eyes swept across the text introduction at the top and looked at the message from Fengqi to the descendants of Poxiao below.

[Suffering is not worth singing praises, but being born as a human being means that we are destined to have a difficult life. We do not have the blood potential of a strong race, nor do we have the innate racial talent. We cannot escape suffering, so we can only save ourselves. We must firmly believe that suffering will not exist forever. Learning is to accumulate strength in suffering. Even if there is a faint light shining through the cracks, we must firmly grasp it and always have the courage to live in the sun.]

[Later generations, when you face setbacks and suffering, please be sure to muster up the courage to start over again and again, and keep moving forward.]

The words left by Feng Qi on the stone tablet reveal Feng Qi's unyielding belief.

At this time, the words seemed to turn into spiritual power, boosting his spirit, and greatly shocked Mo Yu's heart.

Looking up at the statue of Feng Qi, the power of faith made Mo Yu's blood boil.

He bowed deeply to the statue of Feng Qi's hero again, and responded in his heart, roaring to declare war on future suffering.