In the next few days, except for class time, Feng Qi basically went back and forth between the library, dormitory, and the school cafeteria.

There were still two days before the Tiger Soul Concept Competition, but he was very calm.

After all, the championship was no longer a suspense.

Originally, the Tiger Soul Concept Competition was held in classes to brainstorm, so that students in a class could work together to come up with a novel concept of a cultivation system, and then explain the feasibility of this concept.

If this concept is recognized by the Tiger Soul Research Institute and can be included in the next major update of the cultivation system, the researchers of the Tiger Soul Research Institute will be responsible for perfecting it.

But he has already perfected the theoretical knowledge of the human body seeding gods, and the students only need to learn it, and during the competition, they only need to repeat the process he described.

It is equivalent to taking the answer to win the championship to participate in the competition.

So there is no need to worry about not getting the eight million. When

Feng Qi woke up this morning, he first went to the school cafeteria to have breakfast, and then walked straight out of the school.

The sun was shining brightly outside, and the hot air was distorted in waves in his sight.

Walking along the lake in front of the dormitory building, he came to the main road with statues of outstanding people on both sides. He walked for about ten minutes before he arrived at the gate.

Before he left the school gate, a burly uncle in security uniform blocked his way.

"Students are not allowed to go out during the special training period of the school. Do you have a special approval slip?"

Hearing this, Feng Qi smiled and responded:

"Uncle, I am a teacher, not a student."

The security uncle was obviously stunned, and seemed to be a little unconvinced that Feng Qi, who looked so young, was actually a teacher at the school, so he said:

"Check your identity."

Feng Qi nodded immediately after hearing this, and then stood in front of the detection device at the school gate.

After a green light swept through, the iris and face recognition authentication passed, and Feng Qi's information appeared on the screen above the instrument, and "substitute teacher" was written in the position column.

"Sorry, it's my duty." After confirming Feng Qi's identity, the security uncle let him go immediately.

"It's okay, thank you for your hard work." Feng Qi grinned, walked out of the school gate, and then took out his mobile phone.

After waiting for a while, the reserved vehicle slowly drove up.

After getting on the car and confirming the information, the car slowly drove to the Xingcheng Sports and Culture Square.

The driver was a middle-aged man. He was very talkative along the way, and his words were full of yearning for the life in the university.

He also said that if he had not missed the total score of 700 by 3 or 400 points, he could also come to Xingcheng University to study.

After chatting and pulling along the way, the car stopped at the south entrance of the Sports and Culture Square.

The automatic deduction was successful, Feng Qi got off the car and walked straight to the square of the Sports and Culture Center.

There is an important thing to do today.

As a "butterfly", he is ready to flap his wings a few times and slap the three naughty kids hard, thus erasing a stumbling block on the road to human rise.

The database records the date and location of the establishment of the Destiny Association, but there is no specific time, so he decided to squat from the morning until the three naughty kids appear.

Walking on the granite road, there are green plants planted along the way.

Since there are no tall buildings nearby, you can see the blue sky when you look up, and the wide field of vision makes you feel relaxed.

Early in the morning, there were many figures moving in the square.

Playing chess, fitness equipment, running... The pace of life here is much slower than that of Star City Academy, but it is also more leisurely.

Looking around, he found many disabled figures.

Many of those who are active here are veterans who have retired from the front line.

They were all field warriors fighting on the front line, but after being assessed as first-class disabled, they can only choose to spend the rest of their lives in this way.

Since you have decided to become a front-line warrior, it is extremely difficult to do it well from beginning to end.

On the long and difficult road of resisting the invasion of the field, I don’t know how many soldiers have been buried in the field, and their relatives can only worship the tombs of clothes and hats.

While feeling emotional, he came to the center of the square.

Here stands a monument more than ten meters high, engraved with names.

It was the martyrs on the monument who fought bloody battles and cast steel walls with their comrades that resisted the invasion of the field and saved Star City from falling.

The current Star City can be said to be built by these martyrs with their flesh, blood, and bones.

The residents in the city also always believe that the heroic spirits of the martyrs are still guarding Star City, silently watching the development and rise of Star City, and looking forward to the arrival of victory with them.

After stepping forward and bowing, Feng Qi looked into the distance.

It was not clear when the bear child would come, nor when the bear child would hold the founding meeting of the Destiny Association, so he could only wander aimlessly in the square.

As the sun moved, the air became hot.

But for him, whose physical fitness had been strengthened several times in the future dream, he did not feel uncomfortable, and even his forehead did not sweat.

Walking in the Cultural Square, he sometimes looked at the goldfish by the artificial lake, and sometimes walked on the cobblestone path to appreciate the green plants with clusters of flowers.

The string that was tense in his mind was relaxed at this moment.

While waiting, the scorching sun moved directly above, and the air became extremely hot.

At this time, the uncles and aunts also dispersed, and only he was still wandering around in the Cultural Square.

Like a jungler, waiting for prey.

Butterfly's big mouth hadn't twitched yet, so he naturally wouldn't leave and could only continue to wait.

This wait lasted for most of the day.

The scorching sun that was originally too hot to look at gradually set in the west and turned into a red sun, burning the sky red.

And he finally saw three teenagers sitting on the lawn in a corner of the square, eating snacks.

In order not to "kill the wrong person", he took a detour, then came to a sycamore tree behind them and began to listen to their conversation.

A slightly fat boy was eating potato chips and nodded:

"I think you are right. Resources should be concentrated in the hands of our elites, and then we will promote the development of civilization. The current social system is still too biased towards those wastes. If these resources are integrated into our hands, we can create more value."

Hearing this, the boy who was eating an ice cream cone hesitated and said:

"But my father said that there is no distinction between high and low people. There are also many outstanding people in history who started from humble beginnings and accumulated little by little, and then became heroes remembered by us. If we do this as you said, it will not cut off the path for the rise of those civilians." Hearing

this, the third little boy wearing glasses immediately shook his head and refuted:

"Your father's idea is wrong, it is an old idea. I recently looked at the big data of statistics. The probability of the birth of heroes of the times among civilians is much lower than that of those rich families. In this case, it is better to give all the resources to us, so that the number of talents will increase accordingly."

Feng Qi, who was listening to their conversation across the sycamore tree, had veins on his forehead throbbing at this moment.

He didn't know where these little brats got this bunch of crooked ideas from.

When the three views have not been formed, if you see too many distorted contents, you will believe them as the truth.

And this kind of thinking will continue to be reinforced and spread in small groups.

After another round of distorted remarks, one of the teenagers stood up:

"In this case, we will establish the Destiny Association here today, with the purpose of changing this unreasonable society and unreasonable system, until the day comes when all resources are concentrated in the hands of our elites."

Hearing this, Feng Qi was sure of it.

The future Destiny Association was established by these three little brats, and he could no longer tolerate it.

Butterfly's big mouth was ready to go.

Thinking of this, he immediately stepped out from behind the sycamore tree and came to the three teenagers.

Seeing him, the three teenagers were obviously startled.

After taking a look at the sycamore tree behind him, the leading teenager asked with a puzzled look on his face:

"Do you want to join too?"

"I'm your uncle. Reading is to make you understand the truth and honor and disgrace, and then be introverted and modest, strict with yourself, and lenient to others. It's not to make you feel that you are the descendants of the elite class, and you are superior to others just because you know a few more words and a little knowledge than others, and you are complacent."

As he said, the teenagers led by Feng Qi picked him up, took off his pants and beat him violently, and did not show mercy no matter how the teenager struggled.

In fact, the future growth and development of the Destiny Association has basically nothing to do with these three teenagers.

They are just the early leaders of the Destiny Association, but some trends will grow rapidly once they are formed.

Just like the plot in the movie "The Wave", it was originally a simulation experiment, but it gradually became uncontrollable in the end. It is very scary when the ideological understanding is changed.

The behavior of these three little boys is the same.

So what he has to do now is to nip the hidden dangers in the bud and prevent them before they happen.

Seeing their companions being beaten up, the other two teenagers were dumbfounded, and at the same time they struggled in their hearts.

If they run now, it would seem too disloyal, but if they don't run, it might be their turn soon.

While they were hesitating, Feng Qi put down the leading boy whose butt was already swollen and red.

Butterfly's slap extended to the second boy.

In the end, the three of them failed to escape and were beaten in turns.

There were resistances during the period, but their resistance was meaningless in front of Feng Qi, and they were beaten even worse.

Finally, a boy couldn't help but started crying loudly.

But Feng Qi was not soft-hearted at all, and he had to beat him when he deserved it. Butterfly's wings continued to fan, stirring up trouble in the long river of history.

"Are we still going to form the Destiny Association?"

Looking at Feng Qi, the three little boys sobbed and shook their heads quickly, completely giving in.

"I'll give you a chance to reform. Read more history books and improve your cultural background when you have time. Then you will understand how stupid you are now. If I find out that you are going to form some bullshit Destiny Association again, I won't just spank you next time."

Looking at the three people who nodded obediently, Feng Qi's anger subsided. After glaring at them again, he turned and left.

...

After Feng Qi walked away, they continued to sob for a long time before they recovered.

Feeling the burning pain in their buttocks, they were full of despair.

Until now, they were still a little confused and didn't know where Feng Qi came from.

They even suspected that this guy was a violent maniac who happened to pass by and was unhappy with them, so he just found a reason to beat them up.

"We can't compromise. The more difficult it is, the more we must persist." At this time, the leading boy with tears on his face whimpered.

Hearing this, the other two turned their eyes to him.

"Next time, let's change the place and time. Can he still find us?"

The other two boys heard it, hesitated again and again, and chose to nod.

"Let's go home first."

Under the setting sun, the three teenagers limped, supported each other, and walked farther and farther away with sobs.

This day is destined to be unforgettable.