August pushed Milger away, who was blocking his view, and let him sit down.
"The Hodi people are pretty good."
Herbert was studying the electronic textbook carefully and glanced at Hodi in front of him.
Jing Xia: "Class is about to start, Huai Li hasn't arrived yet?"
Milje: "Hey, he wants to wash as long as possible once he touches water."
August: "Don't worry, he will be here soon."
As he spoke, Lan Huaili stepped into the classroom before the bell rang, and with a few steps of his long legs he reached the back of the classroom.
Milje: “It’s not coming.”
The class began with a lesson on the History of the Empire Star, which told the history before and after the establishment of the Federal Empire.
The entire course was taught by a robot lecturer, and the boring teaching method made some people drowsy.
Jing Xia flipped through the teaching materials by herself, and turned around to see Milje, who was one octave away, already asleep on the table.
Herbert's head was nodding, but he tried hard to stay awake and keep his eyes open, trying to listen carefully to the class.
Looking ahead, I saw a lot of people lying down. I didn’t know if they were tired from the intense morning training or because the class was too boring.
But August next to him was still listening attentively and taking notes.
Hodi in front did the same, and he slapped his friend next to him to wake him up.
Jingxia:?
August noticed that Jing Xia was staring at the sleeping Milje in a daze, as if he was considering waking him up from a distance, and whispered to stop him.
"Imperial Star History is a course that was offered last semester. Many people have already advanced their study progress, including Milje and the others."
Just signal them to sleep.
Jing Xia: ...
Now that he has memorized the history of the stars, can he skip classes?
Jing Xia: "What about you?"
He also lowered his head and asked in a low voice.
August: "I am analyzing the overlap between the history of the Empire and the history of other systems."
This way he could better understand and distinguish the history, culture and traditions of each galaxy. After all, he was responsible for collecting and organizing mission information in the team.
Jingxia: Sorry to bother you.
The second class was about mecha knowledge, which was explained by an instructor who also used a holographic projector to project the mecha models or parts he was talking about to the front of the classroom.
The sleepy students in the first class became energetic, and Milje and Herbert also became focused, staring at the front with shining eyes.
When the instructor talked about the special features of the mecha, there was a burst of "oh-oh" cheers in the classroom.
Jing Xia: I don’t really understand you guys…
However, he still listened carefully to the instructor's explanation, which was obviously much more vivid than the first class.
Maybe if he replaced the interstellar youths’ passion for mechas with his own passion for jewelry, he would understand why he was so excited.
This atmosphere continued until he raised his doubts about the "mecha being too bulky".
The classroom suddenly fell silent, and August turned to look at Jing Xia.
The instructor patiently answered him that the lighter the mecha, the higher the level of technology and rarer the materials required, and therefore the more expensive it was.
Currently, there are only a few of the best mechas invented by imperial technology, which are in the hands of the imperial monarch and several generals.
The Empire's Academy of Sciences is also still looking for new materials to solve these mecha problems, especially in terms of energy storage.
Currently, the energy of the mecha is stored in a bulky energy cabin. If the internal energy cabin is hit, the mecha may be directly scrapped.
Jing Xia: I feel like it’s much behind those nimble mechas in the gap!
The instructor continued to speak, but the people below were not as focused as before. They were talking in low voices and glancing back from time to time.
Jing Xia supported her cheek with one hand, ignoring the gaze in front of her.
Holding a pen in one hand, he wrote and drew on the white paper. A three-part creature appeared vividly on the paper, its body like an ant, its head like a wolf, and its claws like crocodile legs.
Then he drew the disassembled diagram of the mecha in his mind next to the creature.
I listened attentively to the instructor's talk about the current level of mecha technology and modified the diagrams based on my own understanding.
August sat next to him and saw Jingxia drawing on the paper out of the corner of his eye. He just thought she was taking notes.
He turned his head to look at the sketched notebook, wanting to help Jing Xia remind him of the key points, but he saw a portrait of a creature and a diagram of a mecha.
August:?
Human printer?
What is that creature? Zerg? It seems neither?
Looking at the mecha image again, it fits the human body shape and looks lighter than the current interstellar mechas...
August gradually became so engrossed in watching that he didn't even pay attention to what his favorite mecha class instructor was saying.
Jing Xiahua was so focused on painting that he didn't notice the person next to him was getting closer and closer to his head, almost touching him.
Milje, who noticed August's actions, also saw Jingxia drawing something, but it was a bit far away and he couldn't see clearly. He could only see a rough outline. He felt itchy as if there were ants crawling in his heart, and wailed in his heart.
Miljay: Let me see!
When Jing Xia stopped writing and wanted to lean back, he bumped into someone's forehead.
August covered his head and whimpered, tears almost coming out.
It hurts! Is Xiaoxia's head made of iron?
Covering his forehead, he insisted on looking at the mecha picture drawn by Jing Xia with a burning gaze.
Jing Xia: This is the first time I see the usually gentleman August losing his composure like this.
Where's your reserve?!
August: What is modesty? There is no armor scent.
Milje: Damn it! Still can't see!
A helpless cough interrupted August's concentration. He glanced at the mentor who was still talking on the stage and signaled with his eyes.
Jingxia: Don’t you want to attend class?
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