Feng Qingyue brought her few belongings, looked at the high-tech gate of the First Military Academy in front of her, and then looked at Tang Qing who was excited. She really started to doubt again whether her head was really flooded.
As expected, you can’t soak in water every day, otherwise water will get into your head.
Tang Qing had already changed his address naturally. He said to Feng Qingyue happily, "Come on, Junior Sister. I'll take you to register with my teacher."
"Ah? Who is your junior sister?" Feng Qingyue was very unhappy. With his ability, he wanted to be her senior brother. How funny.
Tang Qing looked hurt: "You clearly agreed, you are suitable for the healing department."
Feng Qingyue: Oh no, I’m joking.
She pinched her brows, looking tired: "Let's go."
After Tang Qing helped Feng Qingyue complete the admission procedures with ease, he took her straight to her teacher.
Along the way, Tang Qing was enthusiastically "selling" his alma mater to Feng Qingyue, as if he was afraid that she would go back on her word.
Just kidding, although healing psychic powers such as water or wood are not uncommon, it is rare to find people with high-level healing psychic powers.
But the situation on the Federation front is not peaceful now. The Zerg are always joining forces with other races to harass from time to time. In this high-pressure environment, the soldiers' mental turmoil is becoming more and more obvious.
The higher the level of the warrior, the more likely he is to need a healing psychic power owner of the same level or above. Otherwise, not only will the healing effect fail to be achieved, but it will also cause irreversible damage to the healer himself.
Therefore, due to the situation, the Federation is in urgent need of high-level healers who are capable of matching the mental strength level of the soldiers. At present, there are only 8 SS-level healers in the entire Federation, 7 of whom are distributed on the front lines and 1 is a professor at the First Military Academy.
"So your teacher is one of those eight people?" Feng Qingyue asked sincerely as she listened to Tang Qing's popular science explanation.
"No," Tang Qing said proudly, "My teacher is the only SSS-level healer in the Federation. He is just too old to be on the front lines, so he retreated to the second line to train excellent healers for the Federation."
"Then I..." Feng Qingyue pointed at herself, speechless for a moment.
"Don't worry. I told my teacher your true rank. He asked me to come pick you up so I could remind you that from now on, your rank is A. Got it? This is to protect you. Some people will do anything to break your wings in order to bring down the Federation. Protect yourself."
Tang Qing looked so serious that Feng Qingyue nodded seriously.
After nodding, she remembered her true strength and was now even more speechless.
Feng Qingyue looked at the various students around her entering the combat department, mecha department, command department, healing department, etc., and was a little confused: "Hey wait, isn't that the healing department? I'm not going there?"
Tang Qing grinned: "That healing department was opened by that SS-level teacher. My teacher is a water and wood dual cultivator. The water department is SSS-level, and the wood department is slightly lower than the water department. SS-level, so his major is the least popular plant department."
At this point, Tang Qing looked at Feng Qingyue with a happy face: "Congratulations, you are the only student in the Botany Department this year!"
Feng Qingyue: I have something to say but I don’t know whether I should say it or not.
Although he really wanted to kill the conspicuous bag in front of him, his explanation was quite helpful.
"Let me ask you a question. Since this department is the least popular, can I just give up?"
Tang Qing lamented, "It's a shame. Healing-related majors are the most tiring, bar none. To ensure every healer on the battlefield has sufficient self-protection skills, the school arranges courses for healers covering all aspects of the battlefield."
Feng Qingyue: OK, I understand. It seems I am just a big victim.
"Of course, the harsh training environment for healers causes many to give up halfway. Don't be fooled by the large number of people there now. After one semester, there will only be a few scattered people left. This is why healers on the front lines are extremely scarce."
Feng Qingyue nodded. "A healer not only saves others but also saves himself. Not holding back teammates on the battlefield is actually saving others. After all, this kind of special talent will definitely be the enemy's main target."
Tang Qing looked at Feng Qingyue with some surprise: "Your thinking is correct."
Feng Qingyue looked at the person who exuded a clear sense of stupidity and expressed her admiration for him for being able to survive on the front line for so long.
"arrive."
During the conversation, they arrived at the Botany Department.
Feng Qingyue looked at the lush greenery in the greenhouse and felt a little hopeless.
It’s over, it’s over, the miserable study life begins.
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