Chapter 1
Classes are being held as usual in the alloy-made tiered classroom today.
The professor spoke eloquently and passionately, and the students were having fun. The scene was just like a dedicated gardener watering the seedlings with a kettle. Our little sapling just waved his hand and calmly held up an umbrella.
The stage and the audience have become two extremes.
Jiang Xiangyang is the watershed between these two extremes. He just sits there casually, twirling an electronic pen with his fingertips, supporting his chin with one hand. The fact that he can look at the blackboard seems like his eyes have just moved there. The first impression he gives people is that he is daydreaming.
But if you look closely, you'll find that his gaze is unbiased, and his shining eyes are all focused on the content on the screen.
——Fluorescent blue electronic light crisscrossed in those clear eyes, depicting a dazzling map of the Milky Way.
The boy next to me wasn't so poetic. He couldn't see the star map, only a weirdo who had been sitting in the same position for three consecutive classes.
But it didn't matter to him what kind of person the other person was. The fact that the male classmate sat next to Jiang Xiangyang was completely a wonderful accident.
The accident was that he accidentally overslept.
When he hurried to the classroom door, the professor looked at him with a kinder, deeper, and longer gaze than usual. He pointed with his pointer casually, and a two-digit number starting with 2 appeared.
The male student swallowed his saliva.
In order to prevent his final grade from becoming such a terrible number, the male student immediately chose the first row to express his sincere regret for being late.
Unfortunately, although he felt remorseful, physical inertia was even more irresistible. In less than ten minutes, the boy yawned more than a dozen times in a row.
Forget it, I can't help but sleep, anyway, this class is...
Just as he was about to close his eyes, the boy suddenly realized that he was not sitting in his usual little corner, but under the professor's nose, and he was immediately shocked.
Glancing at the professor who seemed to have noticed nothing, the male student secretly wiped the sweat from his palms.
He was a little scared because he almost fell asleep.
Even though the professor seemed easy to talk to, he really didn't have the courage to challenge the other's authority.
It should be said that none of the people who can come to this school to teach and be given the title of professor are simple characters.
——In this alliance’s first high-level military school, countless people are fighting hard to get into this holy land of mechas.
In this place where the competition is so fierce that one could be kicked out at any time, he is certainly not a lazy person. He has a reason to be late. He stayed up all night to study the new kinetic energy device that he had finally obtained from the senior students.
However, if God gave him another chance to start over, the gay student thought helplessly, he might still make the same choice.
After all, this course is called "Theoretical Cognition and Practical Exploration of Interstellar Mysteries"!
The class bell rang the same old way, and two classes passed in the blink of an eye.
If being sleepy is a torture, then enduring the sleepiness and pretending to listen carefully to three consecutive classes that you have no interest in at all is simply a wanton mental and psychological torture!
The male classmate finally couldn't stand it anymore and gritted his teeth secretly.
It's just pioneering work, why talk about "Theoretical Understanding and Practical Exploration of the Mysteries of Interstellar"?
No matter how high-sounding the name is, it is still a low-level profession. For people like them who are destined to become mecha operators, learning it is completely useless and a waste of time!
It's even a compulsory course, held three times a week. Look around the room: Is anyone listening? Is anyone listening? Yes, who, is, listening!
Don’t you dare deceive yourself any more, those who developed this course!
"This place is quite important. Let me test you... Are the students whose student ID ends with the digits 67 here?"
No one expected that the professor, who never asked questions in class before, would suddenly call on students.
Regardless of whether they were sleeping, playing games, or daydreaming about heaven and earth, they all raised their heads at the same time and observed a moment of silence for the "warrior" who was about to die heroically.
When no one responded, the professor raised his voice and called out again, "The last two students who are sixty-seven."
The boy's confused mind finally woke up, his eyes widened, his pores opened, and he jumped up like his butt was on fire, and shouted with all his strength, "Yes!"
The roar had a profound effect, and a deathly silence descended upon the scene.
The professor couldn't tell the boy was distracted. He glanced at him indifferently, pointed his pointer at the screen, and asked him, "If you were to stumble upon this kind of meteorite, which laser device would you use to decipher it?"
The male student breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the question, fortunately it was not an unfamiliar knowledge point.
He thought seriously.
There are hundreds of known laser devices, but only thirteen are specifically used to break up meteorites, and some of them are classified by size and speed. Following this line of thought, it is not difficult to pick out the most likely option.
The male student was about to answer when he suddenly heard a very small mutter coming from beside him.
“…KW49.”
KW49, combat-type small plasma laser pulse gun.
Combat type?
The male classmate was stunned for a moment and glanced over.
Jiang Xiangyang was still staring ahead, the electronic pen making a faint sound as it turned between his fingers, as if what he had just said was just his casual mumbling to himself.
"classmate?"
"..." The male student hesitated for a moment and asked cautiously: "Professor, if I accidentally answer wrong, it shouldn't be a big deal, right?"
The professor said without raising his eyes: "Tell me your answer first."
The male student gritted his teeth.
The professor has already targeted him due to his lateness, so he must not get this question wrong.
So he, he...
"K, KW49!"
He must be possessed by a ghost!
As soon as the words came out, the male student unconsciously tensed up, as if he could hear the questioning whispers of the students behind him.
Who would use a combat laser gun to dismantle a meteorite? That would be a thankless task!
But the professor's expression changed. He raised his thin, sharp eyebrows slightly, showing some surprise. Finally, he turned back to the screen slowly and said, "Well, the best answer. Sit down."
It was not so exciting even for the first time. The male student felt as if he had been pardoned and sat back down.
At the same time, he couldn't help but glance at the 'savior' sitting next to him.
He didn't know why he changed his answer at the last minute. Perhaps it was because Jiang Xiangyang's tone at that time was without hesitation, and there was an inexplicable magic that made people convinced.
Who was that person? He was able to endure such a boring pioneering class. Could he be a hidden master?
The military academy is full of hidden talents and one must be cautious in every word and action. The other party just helped him. Could it be that he wanted to pull him into a small group?
The male classmate was reserved for just two seconds before he fell.
He is willing!
However, when the male student waited patiently until the end of get out of class, thanked her earnestly, and tactfully brought up the topic, the person involved just blinked and said in a clear and pure voice, just one word: "Ah?"
The male student was also confused and subconsciously said: "Huh?"
Their eyes met, showing nothing but innocence.
“Ding ding ding—I’m going to be late, I’m going to be late!”
When the alarm rang, Jiang Xiangyang reacted and quickly turned off his computer. He said anxiously to the boy, "Sorry, classmate, I have something else to do. Let's talk next time!"
In the blink of an eye, the man disappeared at the end of the corridor.
The male student who was left behind: "......"
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