Chapter 15 Enrollment
Then the picture I expected did not appear.
Angel spoke first.
"Alger, I'm going to go down first. Luca will drop you off at the side door. We'll see you in the dormitory then~"
I was so touched by my brother. He took into consideration my unwillingness to face the camera!
Compared to the group of psychopathic criminals who had no regard for others and were extremely selfish around me before, his normality made me want to cry, and I was actually a little uncomfortable with it.
It is true that those who are close to vermilion will be red, and those who are close to ink will be black. My thinking has also become a bit inertial.
My brother, you deserve to be the group's favorite.
You are the best protagonist!
Then Angel opened the car door and got out. Due to the privacy of the royal car, no one noticed that I was in the car. After Angel went through a series of very familiar procedures of greeting the media and various professional responses in front of the camera, he walked into the campus. After watching Angel get in safely, Luca stepped on the accelerator and drove to the side door where there were not many people.
Luca was the former palace attendant. Now that Angel had started school, he had naturally transitioned to being a driver. After the car stopped at the side door, he opened it and said, "Master Alger, His Highness has instructed me to take good care of you. You can call me Luca. If you need any help, you can contact me directly. I've also sent you my friend request. I hope you'll accept it when you have time."
He seemed to be more imposing than when he was in the palace. I don't know if it was because my mental perception was stronger or if he was suppressing his imposingness in the palace.
The expressionless loyal black attendant.
This is a bit too many elements.
I don't even want to think about who the prince he is talking about is. It could be either of them, or let's just say it's both of them. Although Angel doesn't know my identity, after getting along with me for the past two years, I'm no longer surprised by his mysterious intuition.
I was important to Ingres, just as he was important to me.
This is a tacit understanding that we both know but don't express.
I entered the school smoothly, and it’s not that no one saw me getting off the royal car, but most of the people here are not ordinary people, so there is no extra curiosity.
And I don’t know if it’s some secret operation or something, the school is trying to show goodwill to His Royal Highness the Crown Prince and His Royal Highness the Prince.
Anyway, Angel and I were in the same dormitory.
After all, the fact that Angel, Morse, Alice, and Alpha and I are good friends seems to have been no secret among certain circles of the aristocracy for a long time.
This is also one of the reasons why I agreed to go to school with Angel. Anyway, we are basically tied together in school.
But anyway, there is no media in the school, nor is there a group of fanatical fans like my brother.
Well, maybe some people will be jealous of my good relationship with Ingres.
To be honest, I kind of want to see this kind of face-to-face provocation plot. It's all developed in campus novels, right? No way, no way.
This is a classic plot of provocation being slapped in the face!
【…No spoilers allowed. 】
Oh, okay, I understand. Although you didn’t say anything, it seems like you said everything.
Hehehe, I'm ready.
I didn't expect this plot to come so quickly.
Just before the first class of the next day, Angel went to the classroom early and I was a few steps slower.
"Are you Alger Penn?" A man with an ordinary face blocked my way, and he even had two classic followers behind him.
It’s a pity that he doesn’t have blond hair. I felt a little disappointed when I looked at his black crew cut.
"Excuse me, is there anything I can help you with?" I looked at the three of them while holding my teaching materials, and even began to recall the fighting skills I had learned over the years in my mind.
I even started to wonder if I should take a slap first and then fight back to appear more in the right.
Simple, law-abiding adults should consider that the convictions for active attack and self-defense are different.
And this is a military academy.
"I'm Daniel Lagu. I hope to learn mecha driving techniques from you sometime." The man with the crew cut said this, using aristocratic etiquette.
Um?
Wait a minute, this development, buddy is not here to provoke——
"Why are you standing here instead of going to the classroom?"
Before I could react, a voice came from behind us.
I don't know why I feel my hair stand on end.
I turned around and saw a young man standing behind me.
…
It looks a little familiar, but I'm not sure so I took another look.
Not wearing school uniform, not a student, holding teaching aids.
——If I remember correctly, if I admit it correctly, if I am not dreaming now.
Isn't this Major General Atrill Ivey, the empire's only SSS-level psychic, and our mecha theory and practice teacher whom I once blocked?
Haha, what a coincidence~
"Why, didn't Mr. Alger recognize me?" The black-haired young man raised his lips and looked at me.
Don't look at me with that devilish smile, it's too old-fashioned and a bit greasy!!!
"The teacher is joking. It's time to start class."
I gave way with an expressionless face. Are you kidding me? How could a mature office worker be shaken by such a small thing? Even if I was devastated inside, it would not show on my face!
Don’t underestimate my belief as a corporate slave!
"Ragu, Veraer, Moss, you go in too." Atriel looked at me with a smile, walked into the classroom, looked at the three people next to him, and read out their names accurately.
Then we followed him inside.
I accurately saw Angel sitting in the first row and waving at me secretly.
…
As we all sat down, Atelier also put the book on the desk in front, and the class bell rang at this time.
"My name is Atelier Ivey. I believe everyone who has been admitted to the Capital Military Academy should be familiar with me, so I won't introduce myself in detail."
"From now on, I will teach everyone's mecha theory and practice classes. The elementary department will mainly focus on theory. Students who are not suitable for piloting mechas will be diverted to the advanced department. By that time, most of them will be over fifteen years old, so whether they can awaken their spiritual power is basically determined."
"Well, there are thirty students in this class now, and ten of them have awakened their spiritual powers." Atelier flipped through the list in his brain. "Then let's simply choose a class representative."
He glanced around the classroom, "Student Alger Penn, how do you feel about yourself?"
He stared at me and smiled maliciously.
…
[Ding ding ding—release the mandatory plot mission, stage one,
Mission Name: Atlir's Provocation
Mission Description: Because of the host's previous rebelliousness, Attrier, an important character in this world, has developed a strong interest in the host. As an important figure in the world, Attrier's emotions will affect the stability of the entire world. Please stabilize Attrier's emotions according to the reasonable development of the plot.
Mission Reward: Mysterious Fragment (obtained after completing all mandatory plot missions)]
Um?
Uh-huh? ? ? ? ?
Wait a minute, who provoked me?
The strongest one at the moment???
I?
You've changed. You even used the word "unruly" to describe me. I was just reacting normally as a normal person! And wait, why did I have to calm him down?
Isn’t he the official match for his younger brother???
In ancient times, Hua Mulan joined the army to replace her father. Today, I, Alger, help my brother to stabilize Atelier.
What’s the difference between this and a sheep entering a tiger’s school, a gym student entering a gay bar, or an educated woman entering a lesbian bar?
"Teacher, you're joking. I think there are better candidates than me." I forced a humble smile to express my refusal.
"Oh? Alger, you're too modest. You're currently ranked tenth on the Star Network rankings, second only to me." As soon as he said this, the class was filled with whispers.
Great, my classmates now know my ranking. You're amazing, Atelier. How can I still be a nobody in this class???
"I activated the simulated mental power to hit it."
Thank you StarNet for simulating mental power. Without you, I can’t find an excuse. Virtual things cannot be taken seriously.
Even if I'm really SSS-rank, so what?! I used simulated mental power when I attacked! Heaven and earth, I've been checked since arriving at the capital planet.
"Really..." Atelier didn't seem to give up yet, "Then..."
"Teacher, can I recommend myself?"
Before he could finish his words, Angel next to me raised his hand.
My younger brother is truly a perfect little angel.
Atelier was stunned for a moment, then looked at Angel. I suddenly felt that his expression was a little subtle. "Student Jellins, how are you going to introduce yourself?"
"Teacher, you are the only SSS-level psychic in the empire, and so am I. If I become your class representative, it should be easier for me to ask you questions, right?"
Ingres spoke neither humbly nor arrogantly, not caring at all about what shocking secrets he had revealed.
Well, I can already imagine what the headlines on Starnet will be.
"And I've always regarded you as my target, wanting to make you my loser."
My brother is really polite...
Wait a minute, Angel, what are you talking about?!
Why don't you say such rude words politely?
Wait, wasn't it Atelier who provoked me? Why did my little angel brother start provoking him?
Wait a minute, this development is not right, is it?
Attrier's smile has disappeared?!
"Hahaha—Student Jellins, you're really quite amusing." Atelier suddenly laughed out loud. "But your elders should have taught you not to easily provoke an opponent you're not sure of defeating, right?"
"If you think I'll spoil you like your fans do, you're wrong."
The SSS-level mental pressure swept over. Attrier was indeed worthy of his title as the strongest. Just the simple mental pressure was enough to make Angel and I feel breathless.
Carrying the blood and wind of the battlefield.
As it happens, I grew up in a criminal den that was always on the battlefield, so I am very familiar with this feeling of oppression.
I reached out and grabbed Angel's arm, shielding him slightly behind me.
"Then you will be my class representative."
As Atelier finished speaking, the mental power disappeared.
But he looked at me one last time.
…
What are you doing? You're trying to scare me at the end. Do you two have to have my name in your stories?
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