Chapter 8: First Classroom Show "What is your relationship with Lancelot?"...
There are many schools of thought in Kagano, but four of them are the most famous: combat, mechanical engineering, healing, and strategy.
The combat department is basically divided into starship and mecha directions, mechanical engineering is responsible for mechanical manufacturing, the healing department focuses on mental soothing and drug research and development, and the strategic department has no mental requirements, resulting in the largest number of people and polarized levels.
This theoretical school, which does not require any mental strength, focuses on studying galaxy-level strategic layout and competition strategies.
The best ones can be directly sent to the military to become starship commanders, but the vast majority of people will only spend their lives in ordinary civilian jobs.
Although many students in Kagano regard students in the Department of Strategy as a group of nerds, the department is still working hard. Even before class starts, the classrooms are basically full.
Except for the middle seat in the first row.
Yin Pei called up a light screen showing several topics, looked around for someone, and suddenly felt someone sitting next to him.
"For this topic, you can refer to 'Starlink Control Strategy'. The reprint of this book is on the fourth row of shelf C6 in the library. It might help you."
"Thank you—ah!"
The human girl turned around and seemed startled. After a long moment of dazed stare, she raised her voice uncertainly, "Yuan?"
Youan nodded, and the ears on his head moved: "Yes, it's me."
Many people came over following the voice, showing extremely surprised expressions one after another.
This person is...Yuan? !
Just one week into the semester, Professor Laura, the professor of this course, had assigned a paper. She was known for her heartbreaking habit of only giving out two A's throughout the semester, and Euan easily got an S grade on the assignment.
For the top students in this major, they were only surprised by this, and were more interested in carefully reading his paper than in him.
To be honest, this is the first time I have seen his face clearly since school started.
Yin Pei stammered his thanks and couldn't help but add, "Your new hairstyle looks great..."
"Really? It was just cut."
"It really suits you. Um... I want to cut my hair shorter too."
"No need. You'll like long hair more the next day after you get it cut."
“…You’re absolutely right.”
As soon as Professor Laura entered the room, she noticed that Youan was different from usual. When she found someone stretching his neck to try to peek for the third time, she suddenly stopped talking.
She glanced at everyone expressionlessly and said, "Yuan, come to the podium and explain this topic."
Before Youan could respond, Yin Pei couldn't wait to push his shoulder and urge him on, fearing that the opportunity would be missed: "Hurry up, hurry up, it's extra credits."
Huh? Credits!
"I'm going."
Youan reached out and touched the little rabbit head in the bag, then stood up and rushed forward.
The higher the credits and GPA, the more helpful it is for getting scholarships. In addition, you have to participate in the rising star competition that requires popularity and attention, so it doesn't hurt to show up more.
In Professor Laura's impression, Youan has always been a shy and overly low-key child.
Many professors praised his written work and thesis reports, but their definition of him was still——
"Yuan should be a down-to-earth clerk in the future."
She doesn't like conventional evaluations, and naturally doesn't like her, an outstanding student, to be labeled in advance. She should be given some opportunities to practice when appropriate.
Like now.
This is a somewhat dry historical topic, mainly focusing on the anti-Zerg campaign a few years ago.
Youan's figure stood behind the three-dimensional light and shadow. Out of his desire for credits, his eyes sparkled like stars, and his whole body seemed to be stained with a soft filter.
"When the Green Emerald Planet's fall reached 95%, the military's Bahande family took the lead in commanding the counterattack..."
"Hmmmm."
Everyone held their chins and stared at his face openly, admiring him.
"A total of 68 operations..."
"Yes, yes, yes."
Ah, the ears look nice to touch too.
"I personally believe that the ninth operation is the most critical step in the overall operation."
"Yeah, yeah... huh?"
The neat tone took a turn.
"Did he say something wrong?"
"I think so too, it should be the 38th. The losses were the lowest that time, and the number of enemies killed was almost the sum of the previous times."
"No, I was lost in thought as to where we were talking about. I was lost in thought and couldn't keep up."
"Hehe... He's so handsome... Hehe..."
Professor Laura frowned and was about to scold——
“Pah pah pah——”
Youan ignored the others' questions and, like a newly appointed kindergarten teacher, clapped his hands patiently, even flexing his rabbit ears to draw everyone's attention. "Please be quiet, everyone."
Please don't stop me from earning credits.
Although the data on the 9th enemy annihilation was not as good as that of other operations, Youan calmly expounded his views based on the amount of weapons used and the geographical location of the recovered occupied areas.
Youan's voice has always been light and soft, as if it carries a kind of magic that can make even the most impatient people feel a little more patient.
Soon everyone discovered that Youan was not just talking about the content that could be searched on the course screen. His novel arguments gradually shifted everyone's attention back to the subject content itself.
His memory seems to be amazingly good. Reference data source documents, combat machine models...all are listed clearly. The overall fluency and rhythm control make it easy for people to be involved.
Professor Laura was stunned for a moment. If she hadn't come up with it on impulse, she would even suspect that Youan had prepared it in advance.
Some students who were busy looking up materials on their own also looked up one by one and started listening carefully. Soon, they had the illusion that the knowledge was rushing into their heads.
Of course, sometimes Youan would suddenly lose track of what he was saying, as if he was searching for the answer in his brain. His gentle and harmless black pupils gradually became confused: "Ah... this data is..."
At this time, hands raised in the audience popped up like bamboo shoots after a spring rain, and pairs of eyes were shining.
Youan pointed casually, and someone suddenly stood up and quickly reminded someone of a key word.
"Thank you." Youan couldn't use his short rabbit ears to make a heart shape to express his gratitude, so he could only smile with gratitude.
"No, you're welcome. You're very interesting. Please continue."
The jackal orc waved his hands calmly, and his fluffy tail slapped the faces of the students behind him back and forth.
Because it was shaking too much, the classmate sitting in the back smiled kindly, grabbed the tail that was getting too proud of itself, and manually stabilized it.
Professor Laura held her forehead and couldn't help but think that these students really respected Luo Shan before respecting others.
To everyone's surprise, this class lecture was more interesting than ever before, and even Professor Laura was happy with Euan's performance.
She patted Youan's shoulder encouragingly, ready to let him return to his seat.
At this time, someone couldn't wait to shout: "Yuan, don't go!"
"Yes, yes, please continue with the next topic!"
“???”
Professor Laura turned her head and was instantly confused.
No, who should pay for this class?
Youan received unprecedented attention in today's class. He placed his backpack across the drawer. You Tuantuan pushed the biscuit box aside and pricked up his ears, regardless of whether he could understand or not. He nodded seriously when the professor paused and echoed a few words of "That's right, that's right."
After all, which little rabbit could be as lucky as him, being able to audit courses at a top university at the age of seven?
Be grateful for what you have.
When the class was about to end, Youan devoted his energy to filling out and uploading the information for the Rising Star Competition.
Yin Pei kept glancing in his direction from time to time. Seeing this, he lowered his voice and asked, "Are you going to participate in this competition?"
Youan: "Well, there's a prize for first place."
Yin Pei was amused by his straightforwardness. Knowing that the first place winner would receive a 200,000 yuan prize, she chuckled and said, "Thank you for recommending the reference book. I will vote for you every day!"
She would obviously prefer to vote for the straight-A students in their department rather than those boring aristocrats who looked like peacocks spreading their feathers, and she believed that the same was true for the other people in the class today.
After finishing a full day of classes, Youan quickly seized the opportunity to occupy a single reading room in the library.
Not only is there free water, electricity and snacks here, but in this undisturbed space, You Tuantuan doesn't have to hide anymore.
Youan's second-hand optical computer is an old wristband model and has been malfunctioning recently.
He spent a lot of time adjusting the slightly laggy light screen in front of him, took out an extra-small bottle, and mixed nutrient solution and imported children's milk into it.
"Brother, I'll drink it myself! You should study harder!"
You Tuantuan tilted his head back, stretched out his little paws and waved them rapidly in the air.
"Eat slowly and don't choke." Youan handed him the bottle.
You Tuantuan leaned back on his arm, holding the bottle filled with nutrient solution with her two little paws, and happily announced: "I'm starting!"
As a good little rabbit who never worries about eating, he skillfully held the pacifier in his mouth, sucked a mouthful of milk, and wiped his mouth with his paw: "Mm--"
Youan blinked. "Is it delicious? I bought the new style, it seems to be sweet potato and squid flavor."
You Tuantuan is not picky about food. Holding the bottle, he replied, "It's really delicious!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he used his soft cheeks to massage the back of his brother's hand to express his gratitude, then bit the pacifier as if to reward himself, and gave two strong bites, and his belly covered with white fluff rose and fell accordingly.
Seeing You Tuantuan eating seriously, You An began to implement his study plan. If you don't move forward, you'll fall behind. Kagano has no shortage of talented people, let alone hardworking ones. No one can stop him from getting the scholarship!
Youan patted his face and concentrated on studying the questions.
You Tuantuan knew that he couldn't disturb his brother at this time, so he huddled quietly in a ball after dinner, imitating his brother's serious look and staring at the screen.
This is a line of words...
This is also a row of words...
Ah... there are pictures! It's a big, ugly bug!
The Academic Bunny looked at it for a long time, nodded pretentiously and commented, "Well, it's really ugly."
As it nodded, its round eyes gradually narrowed into a slit. With a thud, the little rabbit's head hit the table and never lifted up again.
When Youan finished reading the literature, the rabbit ball next to him had slept into rabbit strips, looking like rice cake strips dipped in soybean powder.
You An poked Nian Gao Tiao with his fingertips, but he showed no sign of waking up, so he packed him up and took him away as usual.
The Kagano Library has a rich collection of data on mechanical weapons over the years, as well as replicas of physical rare books.
When Youan thought about the fact that people outside the school had to pay extra to read the book, he felt that every extra second he could watch was a good thing. Every time he left the library, the school was silent.
He returned to the dormitory in the dark, squinted his eyes and yawned. When the light came into his eyes, he slowly realized that there was someone else in the living room.
The floor lamp in the corner emitted a dim light. Vincent sat on the sofa, his profile half hidden in the shadow where the light could not reach.
Youan was not very familiar with this cold and taciturn roommate. He nodded to him politely and distantly and walked towards his room.
For some reason, he always felt as if a pair of eyes were fixed on his back, as if they were going to penetrate his body. The fur that unconsciously exploded below his lower back made his tail look even more fluffy.
"What is your relationship with Lancelot?"
Vincent suddenly spoke up, and when Youan's fingertips were about to touch the door code device, he asked a question without any context.
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