This day was exactly two weeks since Bering came into this world.

On this day, the first-year students of Yunshang College gathered in a class, quietly waiting for the arrival of the teacher.

Li Jingwen was leaning in a corner, looking down at the desk, as if there were flowers on it. Ji Qianqin was sitting next to her, looking very excited.

Ding Yan was sleeping on the desk.

He seemed very tired yesterday. When he came back, he was holding his stomach and looked strange, as if his kidneys were overdrawn.

So he was unusually quiet today.

However, next to him, Ji Qianqin seemed a little excited.

Although she was sitting very properly, anyone with a discerning eye could tell that her emotions were almost flying to the sky.

"Xiao Wen," Ji Qianqin whispered, "I see you don't seem very happy?"

"You should be happy to join this school. You should know that the boss said that after studying in this school for a period of time, you can at least reach the level of Miss Lin, if not Honglian!"

"According to the prophet, this is the cradle of the strong and the cornerstone for us to make further progress in the future! If I can make a name for myself here, then I will have enough strength to gain greater fame in the future!"

Thinking of Lin Ju, Ji Qianqin couldn't help but feel excited.

You know, that was Miss Lin! Miss Lin who could lift a grown man with one hand, with an expressionless face and sharp eyes, like the most sophisticated machine!

However, just when Ji Qianqin was in high spirits.

Next to her, a person uttered "Huh" with a hint of contempt.

The sound was very abrupt and came from right next to Li Jingwen and the others.

"Cradle? Cornerstone?"

The man said sarcastically: "In my opinion, this is just a necessary section of the road. You can go there or not."

"And the reason you joined here is for fame?" The man looked at Li Jingwen with undisguised mockery in his eyes. "If that's the case, then you should just quit as soon as possible."

"This is a battlefield for training warriors, a touchstone for sharpening blades. A sharp blade will be polished to a shine, while scrap iron will completely crumble."

When that person said this, his intention of mockery was almost clearly visible on his face.

Hearing the sound, Li Jingwen and Ji Qianqin looked over in the direction of the sound.

They saw at a glance who had spoken.

She was a girl with tan skin, a red ribbon tied in her hair, and a dress that fitted her curves and was a bit revealing. She was not too old, probably in her early twenties.

At this moment, she was sitting upright in a chair, turning her head to look at Li Jingwen and the others, with undisguised sarcasm in her raised eyebrows.

Such a look made Ji Qianqin very uncomfortable.

She turned her head and looked at the girl, sneering, "You seem to be in good health, you exercise well, and you probably eat a lot. How come all these nutrients you supplemented didn't get transferred to your brain? Or is your brain capacity so low that you only need the energy from your muscles to supply it, and don't need to take it from the outside world?"

"If that's the case, then I can only obey you. After all, your cerebellum is atrophied to a catastrophic degree, and you can't even learn the most basic etiquette and manners. I guess you will be stuck in a relatively failed position, unable to move forward."

The girl glanced at Ji Qianqin.

She said calmly: "I'm not kidding you. If my tone is not what you are used to, then I apologize, but I just said the truth."

"Everyone who joins this academy is prepared to risk their lives. What supports them in their efforts is protection, responsibility, and cherishment. These are extremely noble emotions, and they are also the premise for a warrior to hold his sword firmly and not drop it."

As she spoke, she looked at Ji Qianqin and shook her head gently: "People like you who fight for fame and profit are hard to rely on on the battlefield. If you fight only for such a superficial meaning, then when suffering comes, you will be unable to move."

"Therefore, whether for your own safety or for the sake of your comrades, I think you should do what you can. Or, you should arm yourself with greater ideas so that there will be no haze on your way forward."

Hearing this, Ji Qianqin was so angry that she laughed: "You mean I have a low level of awareness?!"

The fierce woman who would even eat alien species alive in the future to become famous now feels that her character and personality are insulted by the guy in front of her!

Therefore, she couldn't help but sneered: "Sympathy? Compassion? Love, justice, sacrifice? It sounds noble, but do you think that everyone in this world has the same idea as you?"

"Some people may fight just to make their children live a better life. Then, if one day you have to sacrifice this person to achieve peace, are you going to use the so-called 'great justice' to coerce him and make him give up the small love of his family and pay attention to the great love of society?"

"In my opinion, your behavior is pedantic! You ignore individual needs, use grand things to demand others, and use power and rules to constrain the meaning of others' actions. Do you think you are a god? You think everyone is a mass product, and there are only light and dark sides in your heart. You deny the complexity of human nature and take extremes? It's really interesting. You must not have many friends."

Ji Qianqin sneered and said, "Because if they have friends, they will also be tortured by your saintly discipline!"

Hearing this, the wheat-skinned girl's expression changed slightly.

She seemed to have been touched in a sore spot.

Meanwhile, Ji Qianqin, who had pulled one back, pressed on: "Besides, how do you know that there aren't bigger projections behind those tiny wishes? What right do you have to assume that other people's thoughts are based on your own moral values?"

"If that's the case, then how can you, who is so arbitrary, label yourself as 'great'?! With your ducai? Or with your condescending attitude?! Trampling on others' personalities, and still claiming to be a protector?!"

Li Jingwen looked at the two of them, not knowing what to say for a moment.

She could only pull Ji Qianqin's clothes and stammered, "Sister Ji..."

She could clearly feel that many people around her were looking at her because of the argument between the two.

What should I do...

Li Jingwen was a little at a loss.

Just at this moment.

Ding Yan, who was originally lying on the table, suddenly raised his head.

"Stop arguing," he said, "the Prophet is coming."

prophet?

After hearing this name, Ji Qianqin, Li Jingwen and the girl were all slightly startled.

Ji Qianqin and the other were surprised, while the girl was confused by the name "prophet" itself.

Ji Qianqin: "Prophet? Why would the prophet come? Wait, Honglian, how did you know..."

Ding Yan thought for a moment and said, "My prophetic radar sounded."

What is the Prophet Radar?! After hearing this answer, Ji Qianqin was completely confused.

Because she was confused, she even forgot to continue arguing with the girl.

This may also be one of Ji Qianqin's advantages. She seldom dwells on troubles for too long. Sometimes, if she is angry, she will quickly forget it after a while.

She has always had a good personality.

Even if this is good, she might have forced herself to do so.

At this point, she had already forgotten or actively ignored the girl with whom she had argued before.

She began to look at the door.

Very quickly, not long.

Footsteps came from outside the door.

The sound of boots stepping on the ground was steady, just like the person who came in from outside the door at this moment, elegant and calm.

He was wearing a black windbreaker, the hem of which rose and fell gently as he moved, like a light black light dissipating in the air. In addition, he had a scarf around his neck and a handbag in his hands.

Walking on the stage, the man looked at all the curious students below.

As well as the shocked Li Jingwen and Ji Qianqin, and Ding Yan who had just woken up and was rubbing his eyes.

Under the gaze, the man said, "Good morning, everyone."

"It seems I missed an interesting debate," he put down his handbag, "the collective and the individual, the system and the part, well, very interesting. Whether it is your opinion, Qianqin, or Miss Song Qingci's point of view, I think it fits your personality very well."

Ji Qianqin couldn't help but roll her eyes when her name was called.

On the other side, the girl, or Song Qingci, fell silent.

She looked at the person on the podium, said nothing, just thought carefully.

After clapping his hands, the person on the podium chuckled and said, "However, we don't need to be too rigid about such subjective things. If you are interested, I will give you enough time to debate well. Use your words to break down the other party's defenses, and then pursue your victory until you shatter other people's ideas and establish your own ideas in the hearts of others."

After finishing this paragraph, the man looked around at everyone again.

His voice was gentle and soothing, giving people a very calm feeling: "I am the teacher of this class, and also the 'honorary professor' of the school. As for my real name, it has power, so I don't have the habit of revealing it blindly."

He said, adjusting his scarf, smiling and saying: "Of course, you can call me 'prophet'."

prophet?

Most people looked at each other and saw curiosity in each other's eyes.

Song Qingci turned his head to look at Ji Qianqin and the others, then quickly turned back.

In front of everyone, the prophet tapped the table gently: "Let's stop this meaningless discussion for now. In fact, I hope that our communication can help you improve."

"So, let's get started."

As he said this, he turned around and wrote something on the blackboard, saying, "I won't teach too many classes, because each stage should be taught according to the stage. However, I will try my best to teach you what I think is important to you, so that you can climb the mountains of nature and cross the rivers of fate."

“So, in this class we will mainly learn two main things.”

The prophet stopped chalking.

Everyone's eyes turned to the blackboard.

The words on the blackboard are elegant and handsome, and look very pleasing to the eye.

Under the gaze, the prophet clapped his hands gently.

He said lightly: "First of all, let's talk about the first content, which is to learn about the alien species, that is, the monsters we have to deal with..."

“Birth.”