It was struggling frantically, trying to break out of the cocoon.

Zheng Feng's head was buzzing. Not to mention concentrating on thinking about the problem, even organizing the language to speak took all his energy.

It was impossible for him to make a plan.

Mata Nicklaus said unwillingly: "Captain, don't joke, we are in a game now!"

Zheng Feng had already sat down with his legs crossed, without saying a word, with an attitude of "I have made up my mind."

Mata, Li Qingqing, Edgar, Pickett, Morrison and others looked at each other. It's

over.

The captain is serious.

No wonder he suddenly had the idea of ​​doing some "hang-up" training yesterday, it turned out that he had planned it long ago.

"Well, it seems that we really have to be self-reliant." Edgar shrugged.

Morrison: "I believe you can lead us to victory, Edgar!"

Jane Roland glared at him, "Nonsense, Mata is the vice-captain, we should obey Mata's command."

Morrison: "But Edgar's overall strength is second only to the captain in our team! Edgar should have the final say!"

Jane: "An excellent commander relies on more than just fists! Many excellent generals can't drive armor! What's the use of having well-developed limbs and a simple mind?"

Already... started to argue.

Seeing this, the teachers in the academy were also confused.

People related to the Sage Project and bystanders such as Zhou Donglai were also confused.

At this time, Lev, who was always taciturn in the team, approached Zheng Feng and said in a muffled voice: "Captain, I accept your arrangement, but I think you should give us a more convincing reason."

Zheng Feng opened his eyes reluctantly, looked at Lev, and then looked at the other side who finally stopped arguing and looked at his team members.

He felt it too.

If the situation was allowed to develop, the Flying Tigers would be eliminated.

Zheng Feng thought that he might have to say something.

But at this time, his mind was almost completely in chaos, with only a little inspiration left.

With this little inspiration, he suddenly came up with an idea and said, "My goal is not just a selection within the academy, nor is it just a selection on Planet No. 7. I want to lead you out of the Tenth War Zone, stand on the highest stage in the entire empire, and make a name for yourself there. So we have to keep winning. To achieve this goal, your previous performance is far from enough."

"It's impossible for me to always drag you forward. I want you to break out of the academy without my help. If you fail, it proves that I was dreaming from the beginning. There's no point in reluctantly leading you into the selection in the Yunding War Zone. It will only make you lose more shamefully. Do you understand what I mean?"

After saying that, Zheng Feng closed his eyes again.

This time he was completely shut up.

Lev looked back at everyone, but he didn't say anything. He just walked out of the crowd and opened the mission manual in front of him.

Edgar looked at Mata a little shyly, and the next moment he turned around and slapped Morrison on the head, "You are the only one who talks too much! Captain Mata, I leave it to you."

Mata nodded, "Okay."

They suddenly realized and understood Zheng Feng's "real" intention.

He is worthy of being the captain, and he is really far-sighted.

The mental impact of this moment made them complete the transformation.

Five minutes later, Mata completed the preparation of the action plan and clicked the start button.

The figures of 29 Flying Tigers disappeared from the preparation site and entered the first assault mission.

A few days ago, when Zheng Feng started to lead the Flying Tigers for special training, the average strength of the young guys had already increased significantly, catching up with the ordinary combat classes of the academy.

Now, nearly a week has passed, and in the first round of the day before yesterday, the team members have gone through the experience of a bad start, a mid-term effort, and a crushing victory in the late stage, and have made a lot of progress again.

In terms of ability, the game the day before yesterday brought a certain improvement to the Flying Tigers, but the real change is the mentality.

These former eliminated players have regained their confidence.

They have realized that, in fact, "I can do it."

Now, they put aside their grudges and selfishness, and are determined to prove themselves in front of Zheng Feng, while also looking forward to and coveting the highest stage.

Since the captain said so, let's give it a try.

We will be like the captain, indifferent to life and death, victory and defeat, and do our best without regrets.

With such a state of mind, these three-year-old children, whose mental age and IQ are not in harmony, burst out with amazing energy.

Thirty-three hours later, the Flying Tigers passed the test with the 19th place among 80 teams.

When they got the results of the selection, the extremely tired little guys were full of disbelief, as if they were dreaming.

The 19th place among more than 800 classes of the same grade and more than 200 classes in the battle sequence means that without Zheng Feng, they have gone from being eliminated to the elite among the elites in the academy.

Moreover, other teams all had a full complement of thirty people, but they only had 29 people fighting from the beginning!

The little guys themselves were not the only ones who were shocked.

Teachers such as Ding Hu also fell into deep thought.

Everyone recalled that before the game started, the mastermind had given the Flying Tigers a simulated ranking of 19th

. At that time, some people thought it was an overestimate, but Ding Hu thought it was an underestimate.

Now Ding Hu understood.

It turns out that the prediction of 19th place had such a meaning?

Did the mastermind know from the beginning that Zheng Feng would fail in the final stage of the trials?

The Flying Tigers walked out of the simulated cabin, and Ding Hu and the class teachers of the other 19 qualified teams stepped forward quickly.

At this time, many Flying Tigers members stood in front of Zheng Feng.

Although the young guys were exhausted, they lined up neatly, held their heads high, and were extremely proud.

After all, they were young people.

"Captain, did we perform well?"

Edgar Julian wiped the sweat from his forehead and said happily.

Mata also looked at Zheng Feng with worshipful eyes.

As the acting commander today, Mata Nicklaus fulfilled his responsibilities well.

Strangely, although Zheng Feng stayed at the starting point like an old monk in meditation throughout the whole process, not saying a word and not doing a thing, Mata had the illusion that he was always there.

Whenever she needs to make a decision, she will first ask herself, "If it were the captain, what would he do?"

After asking the question, her mind will quickly recall every detail since Zheng Feng took on the position of captain, led the Flying Tigers to training, and participated in the competition.

Then, Mata can find references from every decision Zheng Feng has made and her inner movements when she completed everything under his command.

This is not a complicated logical reasoning, and the speed of thinking is also very fast, but it runs through the entire game today.

Mata knows that others are the same.

Even the most dishonest Edgar Julian, when facing every important decision, could not help but recall what he had done under Zheng Feng's orders before, and then executed it according to the previous style of action, and in order to prove that he could do it, he would do it better.

No one can deny an objective fact.

That is, Zheng Feng, who was lying flat today, still had a strong sense of presence, even stronger than the day before yesterday.

Zheng Feng looked at the little team members who were looking up at him, and thought about what he should say.

Since leaving the virtual space, he felt a little better, the noise in his head was not so loud, and the frequency of Morning Breeze II's appearance was slightly lower. He was able to organize his language a little.

"Indeed." Zheng Feng smiled and nodded, "It's beyond my expectation."

But he immediately changed the subject, "But it's reasonable, so don't expect me to praise you."

"Uh..."

Zheng Feng's expression gradually became serious, "I hope you understand one thing. You are still young, and your life is still long. Now you have only completed some insignificant basic work. The struggle you are about to experience is continuous, long-term, and may even be eternal."

"When I'm here, I can point the way for you and help you capture cities and strongholds. I can deal with the strongest enemy and solve problems that you can't solve. But life cannot last forever, and accidents will always happen. One day, either you enter the battlefield and join another team, or maybe you grow up to be a commander. In short, I'm not with you anymore. Or, we encounter a situation that I can't do anything about."

"What will you do when you can no longer rely on me? Will you become weak or give up struggling? Enemies or opponents will not show mercy to you just because you show weakness. Society won't wait for you, your competitors in the competition won't wait for you, and your enemies won't wait for you either."

"You only have one choice. Remember what I taught you, how I did it, and then do everything you should do, and finish my unfinished business. As long as mankind exists, our story will not end." The

other people in the Flying Tigers were stunned.

What the hell is going on!

The captain's words at the beginning seemed to be true, and they all felt the same way, but why did they become more and more unreasonable as time went on?

Especially the last sentence was the most exaggerated. We are just a group of kids, we haven't graduated yet, and we only won an in-school trial competition, how can it be related to the fate of mankind?

Zheng Feng himself reacted suddenly, "Huh? Uh..."

What am I talking about?

I'm only eleven years old?

What's wrong with me?

Looking at Ding Hu and other instructors who were so close to him and were stunned by him, Zheng Feng realized that something was wrong and shook his head awkwardly.

He was very puzzled.

These words did come from his mouth.

He was also very clear about the thought process in his mind when he organized the language.

At that time, he really didn't think there was any problem with it. The whole process was smooth and natural.

But after he finished speaking and quickly calmed down, he felt that something was wrong.

"Brother Hu, we have other competitions the day after tomorrow, so there's no need for a celebration party, right? We're very tired, so we'll go back and rest. Bye!"

The situation was too awkward, so Zheng Feng decided to get away with it, and he really ran away after saying that, leaving Ding Hu and other instructors and other participating children staring at each other, not knowing whether to praise his "passionate" declaration or laugh at his "big talk".

After returning home, Zheng Feng hurriedly read a lot of psychology books.

He was worried that there was something wrong with his brain.

Naturally, he gained nothing.

At this time, Zheng Feng didn't know that a large group of people were listening to his "big words" over and over again, and conducting various in-depth analyses.

Emmanuel Bertoux, a man of profound knowledge in history, literature, and psychology, set the tone for the discussion.

"Given Zheng Feng's current age and the information he has access to, it is obviously unreasonable for these words to appear. Now we have confirmed that the sage has been entrusted to Zheng Feng, but we cannot be sure whether Zheng Feng will continue to grow and awaken his memory to become a sage, or whether the sage Chen Feng in his body suddenly awakens and replaces the personality that originally belonged to Zheng Feng."

"Based on the above reasons, I think that the person who spoke is Zheng Feng, but it can be said that he is not Zheng Feng. The content of these words is too broad, and the object of reference is obviously not just the Flying Tigers. His real audience is all mankind, us, and the current imperial ruling class."

Based on the above remarks, the core members of the Sage Project and the Imperial leadership including Zhou Donglai and Andre had a wide and in-depth discussion, interpreting Zheng Feng's words from various angles.

From Zheng Feng's motivation to the mechanism of his brain's thinking when he spoke, to what intention he actually expressed, etc.

If we want to describe it in the form of a text paper, Zheng Feng's words have produced a total of hundreds of millions of words of the highest-level academic papers in the Empire.

While the rigorous academic discussion outside was in full swing, Zheng Feng, the initiator, himself was exhausted due to the high intensity of brain use in recent days.

There was a buzzing in his head, and he didn't know who was talking, nor could he hear what was being said. It sounded like a simple tinnitus.

The frequency of the Morning Breeze II screen also increased further, from once every few minutes to once every few dozen seconds.

Zheng Feng had no idea what this meant.

In this case, he accepted the advice of Teacher Xiao Wei in the duck-filling artifact, and tried to empty his mind as much as possible, not thinking about any problems, and no longer reading. He just turned on the sleep quality enhancer in the artifact to the maximum power, trying to have a deep sleep.

But he failed, and fell into the pain of insomnia, which he should not have entered from every angle, including his current age, genetic arousal, and physical fitness.

He turned over and over in bed, closing and opening his eyes, opening and closing them again, and sometimes frowning on his own initiative, but always wrinkling them again unconsciously, unable to fall asleep for a long time.

Fanxing, who was secretly spying, was frightened.

At this time, Fanxing received a small request from Zheng Feng himself.

He requested a song, one of the representative works of Zhong Lei, a music master from a thousand years ago - "Sleepwalking Virgo".

A miracle happened.

Accompanied by the melodious music and the low singing of Zhong Lei's perfect voice, Zheng Feng's originally disordered breathing quickly became rhythmic, and the tense skin on his face slowly relaxed.

After a long time, the only sound in the room was the smooth breathing and the softly echoing single "Sleepwalking Virgo".

Zheng Feng had rarely dreamed since he was born.

But this time, he had a very beautiful, very big dream.

He dreamed that he had become a free soul that could cross time and space, waved goodbye to the Milky Way, and then stepped on the bridge built by music, wandering in every corner of the vast and magnificent Virgo Supercluster.

Sometimes he landed on the surface of a bright red planet, looking up at the deep blue sun rising into the sky; sometimes he stood beside a colorful nebula belt, stretching out his fingers to stir the rainbow-like radiation clouds; sometimes he stood on the head of a huge starry sky beast, running billions of miles, leaving behind trails of radiant particle clouds along the way...

In this dream, he gained the greatest freedom.