Lu Bixing quickly took crisis public relations measures and talked to the resigned dean and the teacher one by one. Unfortunately, after experiencing this unique opening ceremony, he explained his emotions, moved him with reason... and even lured him with profit, which was useless.

The old dean explained his ambitions clearly in his speech. Even if the people in the starry sky above his head have a bottom line, they will seek profit, and dreams and dignity cannot be trampled on with money.

So are dreams and dignity at the end of the road.

Lu Bixing ran around for a day, but the water had not flowed in. He was touching his back with no results, so he had to return to the faculty and staff office building alone.

The office building is empty, the tables and chairs that are not seated are neatly arranged, and the teachers are all more skillful. They packed up their things before leaving, and the place is so clean that no one has ever been there.

Lu Bixing walked around a few times and felt it was too quiet, so he activated the office automatic cleaning system, which added a little fun to the "buzzing" cleaning sound. He fed himself a box of compressed nutritious meals.

The compressed nutritious meal is a square piece with no aesthetics. It has a hardness similar to that of hawthorn cake. It is an artificial nutrient compressed according to various nutrients required by the human body. It is full of emergency, saves time, is convenient and cheap, but the taste is not very high-end - after all, advanced cats and dogs have to eat natural food.

Lu Bixing has never eaten anything delicious, nor is he unable to afford it, but he is not greedy and too lazy to worry about it.

He solved the dinner in three mouthfuls, and the insulin in his blood vessels gradually became richer and he felt a little physically exhausted. In addition, he also felt a little lonely.

Lu Bixing was stunned when he posted a moment of silence. An interface jumped on his desk, showing the school's roster. The faculty and staff were almost completely gray, leaving only an isolated principal. The more than 100 students he recruited last year, and less than 30 were left this year. With just his time to have a meal, only thirty people were half ashamed. It should have been because he got the transcript and completely accepted his fate.

This year's admission notice was issued a total of 105, and ninety reports came. Many of them were Beijing Star locals. They watched the fourth brother and it was time to leave after watching. Forty of them dropped out of school a day. At this time, this number was still changing from time to time, like a joke.

"It's hard to move forward." The young principal sighed.

Lu Bixing had a very strong lung capacity. He sighed for half a minute. After blowing it in one breath, he decided to think about it a little bit.

The times are progressing and civilization is moving forward. The old "freaks" continue to defend their rights and fight, gain equal rights, and become normal people, but the times will create new freaks.

Lu Bixing claims to be a "genius", but he also knows that a genius like him is just another way of saying that a geek is just a freak.

As a freak, if you can't be heartless, how can you live that life?

Lu Bixing asked the central computer to play an electronic dance music that could put the roof of the building on the sky. In the past, in order to take care of the hearts of the old gentlemen, only gentle classical music was played in the office building.

Today, the whole building is his own world. Lu Bixing lets the central computer block the front and back doors. No one looks at him, so he completely let himself go. He lifted his coat and felt restrained. He simply took off his shoes and socks, liberating the ten imprisoned toes. The teacup on the table was buzzing by the electronic dance music. The principal stepped on the chair like a bandit, quickly issued a new recruitment notice, and effectively formulated the "planb"-

If the teacher doesn't come to the teacher, it doesn't matter. He doesn't have so many students for a while, and at worst he can teach himself. According to the dropout rate, it won't take long to stay. The first and second grades and three colleges can be combined into one. Anyway, judging from last year's transcript, it's really not necessary to divide these talents into grades and colleges.

Three small steps combined into one small step. Lu Bixing thought it made sense. He summarized his phased failure as being too big and pulled it aside. After figuring this out, Lu Bixing quickly threw this aside. With the sound of gongs and drums, he hummed an out-of-tune song and used limited equipment to fiddle with the chip given by Lin, intending to first understand the situation, make a budget, and then go to Zhan Lu for money.

Thinking of Zhan Lu, Lu Bixing's thoughts leaped a little, and climbed along the magical artificial intelligence to the owner of the artificial intelligence. Lu Bixing analyzed the interface of the biochip while walking away - he remembered Lin's look in the auditorium for no reason.

Maybe the lighting effect in the auditorium was too dreamy, or maybe the gang of underworlds entered the venue was too cool. In short, since I remembered that scene, I began to circumvent Lu Bixing's mind.

When he poured coffee, sat down to write a research plan, and followed the howling song of ghosts and wolves and shaking hands and feet to exercise... Lin's eyes were staring at the back of his head like a shadow, making Lu Bixing feel embarrassed to run half naked again, and then dressed his clothes neatly.

After the laboratory was built, Lu Bixing thought that he could teach in practice and trick Zhan Lu into substitute classes.

He could also use this laboratory to report the research progress to the big funder if he had nothing to do. After thinking about it, Principal Lu felt that he had arranged his work in an orderly manner, and was full of revolutionary optimism, which ignited his fighting spirit.

However, before he could take the initiative to look for it, a few days later, the "big financial owner" who became a nail household in Principal Lu's spiritual world came by himself.

The fourth brother asked Zhan Lu to trim the "Spider" mecha, but it was useless for him to keep it himself. After thinking about it, he simply donated it to Xinghai Academy.

Penny found a few people and transported the big guy downstairs in Xinghai. According to legend, Penny was the mistress of the former boss of the black hole, but it was not. The former boss lingered in flowers and had too many lovers to recognize him, and he never saw anyone. Penny became "Sister Penny" and relied on hard work to master the arsenal of his ex and became the former boss's confidant.

But this ex-boy is not very clear about his mind. Seeing that he is beautiful, he always wants to touch his confidant. Isn’t this so full that he can be full? Sure enough, he accidentally hits his lungs.

Lin came from an alien. That time, his ex-boss was blocked by his enemies in a bunch of mecha cars. He almost finished his game. Lin Chu came and found a job to sweep the streets. He happened to pass by when he was repairing the sweeper. He invaded the mecha car through the net on the sweeper, and directly turned the murderous monster into a model with fangs and claws.

The ex-boss recognized him as his brother, and he was the fourth brother and the second brother and the third brother became tablets, and they were donkeys killed by the eldest brother on both ends.

At that time, the black holes on the Beijing Star were not the only ones. Lin chose the black hole, so the black holes became the only ones. The brothers were so capable that the former boss was uneasy and then sharpened the donkey-killing knife. Unexpectedly, the confidant rebelled and cooperated with the inside and the donkey-killing knife wiped his neck.

The cold wind whistled, Penny wrapped her windproof hooded jacket and looked up and asked the fourth brother: "I heard that all the teachers in their school have run away, what else can I give them?"

No need to serve as a storefront for anyone, the fourth brother has become unkempt these days. Seeing that she is cold, he takes her to the leeward place: "If he wants to play, just play with him."

Penny was a little suspicious. Although the fourth brother was a cold-hearted person who didn't like to take care of others, there was Zhan Lu's little face always surrounding him to "satisfie" and it was hard to guarantee that there were other little faces to imitate, so he tentatively said: "You are so nice to Mr. Lu."

"I owe his dad a favor."

"Huh?" Penny was stunned. The day she hit her and met her fourth brother, she had never seen her for five years. She only knew that he was familiar with Lu Bixing, the freak young master who ran away from home. No one knew that he also knew the one-eyed eagle. "We have any contact with the one-eyed eagle?"

"That's not. The one-eyed eagle didn't know I was here," the fourth brother paused, "It happened many years ago. He returned a relic of an old friend to me."

Zhan Lu, who had been following him silently, raised his head, but the fourth brother smiled and refused to say anything else.

Just then, a voice came from a distance. When Penny looked up, she found that they were sheltering from the wind and behind the teaching building.

Lu Bixing gathered all the students in a large classroom. The students were like a group of living monkeys, all poses. Principal Lu sat gracefully on the desk and was teaching in person. They walked closer to the back window and heard that the main content of this lesson was interstellar smuggling.

Lu Bixing talked freely and spoke in a very good manner. The living monkeys didn't expect that the first day of class would be so exciting, and they all listened quite impressedly.

"The smuggling transactions of the Eighth Galaxy have been around for a long time. The most bulky ones on the market are usually arms and electronic equipment. Occasionally, some people make small fuss to get some food and daily necessities." Lu Bixing said while guiding the students on the large map erected behind him. "The channel is so tortuous, mainly to avoid the border garrison of the Seventh Galaxy. No one cares about us, as long as you don't steal the big boss's waterways and goods."

The students were fascinated by the hearing. White, who entered the auditorium system on the first day of school, was very active and asked: "Principal, how much money can you make when you come and go? What is the approximate price difference between smuggled goods?"

"There is no concept of 'price difference' in interstellar smuggling. Baby, they are not doing wholesale of small commodities," Lu Bixing replied. "There is no way to collect the Eighth Galaxy currency there. It is useless to collect it. People will not import things from the Eighth Galaxy. They usually barter. As for how to trade a specific transaction, the buyer and seller have to discuss it separately. It is different each time. How much money is determined by your ability."

White played computers very well. In the Eighth Galaxy, he was one of the few students who had a relatively wealthy family and one of the few students who really had a junior education diploma. It is said that his family is ready to immigrate to the Seventh Galaxy. He came to Xinghai College simply because he was curious to pass the time. He was a little naughty and naive. He couldn't help asking again: "Principal, didn't you just say that they didn't import things from the Eighth Galaxy? What should I exchange for?"

Lu Bixing looked at him deeply, but without answering, he asked back: "Does anyone know?"

At this time, a girl with a gloomy face in the corner made accustomed - it was the one who made a homemade laser gun: "Swap people, idiots, there are many idiots like you in the Eighth Galaxy who are idle and idle, and they are suitable for selling them to people in the alien system for experiments, or to catch them to do the work that they are not allowed to do."

White's face changed.

Lu Bixing asked the girl: "What's your name?"

"Minn." The girl looked at him and nodded naturally when she announced her name. Her name was very unconventional, and she was very young and mature, and she could not tell the harsh temper of pulling out a gun at all.

"That's right, human trafficking is a very important item in interstellar smuggling, accounting for more than 70% of all transaction volumes - Mint's class scores are added one point, and the class score is 60 in total. I hope everyone can get it by the end of the semester, so that your final exam will be easier to pass." Lu Bixing's topic is easy to switch between final exams and human trafficking, smuggling and sweatshops. "In addition, there are also contraband items in the trading, such as private arms of the Eighth Galaxy, pirates from outside the region, or some prohibited transactions in civilized areas..."

White still had to ask: "What is prohibited from trading?"

"Many, such as some artificial creatures," Lu Bixing said, "Have you ever seen things with human heads and snakes? Someone's brains have some intelligence problems after forcibly connecting them together. The IQ is equivalent to that of an ordinary person five or six years old. Although it is a bit stupid, its thinking and feelings are the same as humans. Grafting the shiny snake tail is a very precious pet among some rich people."

White asked blankly: "Principal, have you seen it?"

"I saw one when I was a child," Lu Bixing paused, "I slipped into the basement and found her, a girl - usually a girl, with a pretty face, but it is said that there are also boys who are good-looking."

"Then what?"

Lu Bixing: "Then I shot her and killed her."

The classroom was quiet.

After a while, White's voice lowered octave: "You...didn't you let her go?"

"The beauty snake and some mermaids are not even genetically defective. They are completely copied and copied according to the distorted aesthetics. Without the harsh insulator and nutrition delivery system, they cannot survive at all. If a person really has no choice but to live as a beast, he should at least be a free beast." Lu Bixing's warm smile on his face for many years disappeared at some point, and always seemed a little joking. A layer of cold frost condensed on his face. Speaking of this, he stopped going deeper and raised his hand to interrupt the students' curiosity and question, "The next question."

The fourth brother did not disturb him, so he asked Penny to leave behind someone to hand over the mecha with Lu Bixing, and quietly took Zhan Lu away.

After getting into his own car, the fourth brother suddenly said to Zhan Lu: "Scan me Lu Bixing's genes again."

Zhan Lu moved in response. After a moment, the cold mechanical voice informed him of the result: "The third test was that the genes were not consistent."

The fourth brother sighed and leaned his head up on the back of the seat.

"Sir, General Lu Xin's accident and his wife disappeared was thirty-three years ago. Principal Lu's bone age was only 28 years old, and his age did not match. From five years ago to the present, you have been suspicious three times and asked me to perform a genetic scan on Principal Lu, but the results of the three scans were not consistent." Zhan Lu said, "General Lu Xin had a good relationship with the One-Eyed Eagle during his lifetime. Thirty-three years ago, in order to commemorate him, the One-Eyed Eagle changed his surname to Lu. If it was just because of this surname, there was no basis for you to suspect that Principal Lu was the person you were looking for. You cannot think that another 'relic' was also in his hands because the One-Eyed Eagle returned a relic."

"But he turned on my encryption system," the fourth brother whispered, "besides myself, there is only..."

Zhan Lu said: "Principal Lu has a very high technical level. With a little luck, it is not completely impossible for him to open the encryption lock."

The fourth brother stopped arguing, just said "yes".

Zhan Lu was silent for a while, and suddenly asked again: "You said 'I can't find it,' but is it actually a verbal act?"
Chapter completed!