Kraft woke up from his dream again, gasping for cold sweat, and opened his eyes wide to try to penetrate the thick darkness. Instead of turning on the night light at the head of the bed, he chose to continue lying there. After only two days of coming here, he dreamed of his hometown and family again. However, it is strange that whenever he held a meeting in a state of awakeness, the scenes of the past seemed to be covered in a thick fog. As time went by, all memories of the past began to turn yellow and wet, and finally disappeared completely, as if he had watched a black and white movie in the long past, full of vague roaring faces.

"Are you dreaming again?" The small inquiry sound came from the next bed. If everyone else had not been asleep at this moment, the slightly heavier breathing could cover it up. Kraft blinked in vain. Although he couldn't see clearly, he knew who was talking. Badia, the thin boy from the same village, was also the only person he knew among the boys. They did not come to this underground city alone, but also from other villages and even other countries. They were kneaded into a ball and separated. Only Badia spoke the same dialect with him in the male dormitory where Kraft was.

"Maybe it's because I've eaten too many desserts today," Kraft said. "I forgot what I dreamed of."

"So too." Badia made a creaking sound of the bedboard in the direction of Badia. Although she couldn't see it, Kraft could still imagine Badia's retracted into the quilt. Just like in the past, Badia always looked around when other peers were playing together. Because he was too thin and could not play football, he could only swing. "What do you think those people want us to do?"

"I don't know." Kraft shook his head. Over the past two days they have experienced many things that they completely cannot understand. First, they were given out several outfits of different seasons, ranging from simple T-shirts to thick and delicate black jackets, then a tablet computer and a bunch of books with incomprehensible words, and a storage cabinet with their names. The boys and girls lived on both sides of the square and could only be seen after getting up.

"Maybe they want to teach us to read, just like those foreigners who came to the village in the past." Kraft regretted immediately after saying this, because Badia's mother died in the hands of foreigners. The poor woman was tied with legs and dragged behind the car, and no one had seen her again. Kraft felt something was wrong, but he didn't have time to think about it, but quickly added, "I mean, those who didn't have guns."

"Reporter." Badia said, "Do you think these people are journalists?"

"Absolutely." Kraft licked his dry lips, "I want to eat vanilla ice cream tomorrow."

"Are they good people?" Badia continued to ask.

"I don't think so." Kraft sighed.

The rules here are very strict. Not only were they required to perform specific exercises in the morning, but all prayers were also prohibited. They were gathered to inform them on the first day they came here, but not everyone could follow the rules. This morning (probably morning) they were called to watch the whipping, which was carried out by women in black armor themselves - two men and three women, of different ages, their clothes were stripped and hung up and whipped on their backs. No one ever prayed again. Kraft found out about the five people through some different dialects and gestures. It is said that they were sent to the hospital and have not come out yet.

In addition, their range of activities is also strictly limited.

There are barbed wire and outposts on the high courtyard wall, soldiers carrying guns and searchlights patrol guards for 24 hours. They have no safety problems except like a prison. There will be no sudden air strikes, no military vehicles and soldiers, they can even sleep safely and not worry about anything. More importantly, the food here is rich and extremely delicious. They can not only fill their stomachs every day, but also every meal is as delicate as it was brought out from the high-end restaurants in the TV series. This was an unimaginable day in the past, and sometimes Kraft thought he was still in a dream. However, even such a beautiful day does not make people feel at ease. Even the youngest child knows that no one will give you something for no reason, and all the things given will be doubled back.

But compared to when I first came here, most people relaxed a little.

They have no idea where they are, nor what the owners here want them to do, nor how long this kind of day will last. Since they can't resist, enjoy the current time. Anyway, they have great food and TV series to watch every day, and even if they are afraid, they have to wait until the day when the ending comes.

"Go to bed early, and you'll have to run tomorrow morning."

"Good night, Kraft."

"Good night, Badia."

"Look! Which school can serve French lamb chops for lunch now! There is also beef sauce, which is only available in high-end French restaurants!" Salomon pointed at Little Lorna beside her. She was picking up the lamb chops in a very inelegant way in which Athena saw it would be absolutely angry, and she picked up the lamb chops and gnawed them all over the desk in the college office. As for the leftover plates and bones, they were piled on the desk in the college office. Stephanie will serve as the first principal of the college to supervise the children's education throughout the process. Salomon does not intend to tell her that her desk was once full of lamb oil and bones. "Are you going to have one too?" The secret wizard nodded at the artificial man who kept serving the plates, "Don't be polite, there is leftover food every day."

"I thought..." Natasha smiled awkwardly. She originally thought that she would see something different on the field trip, but it was indeed the case, but it was not what she imagined. "I didn't expect you to build an academy based on the standards of Eton."

"Do you think I have established a concentration camp? Don't joke, this is a Latin course! Vulgar Americans can only learn in private high schools!" Salomon rolled his eyes disdainfully, "It must be the influence of those Americans on you. It is good for you to interact with Americans less, and their brains are not very good. This period is a special case. I formulated a contact plan according to the advice of psychologists to minimize their resistance. Now it seems to be effective,

Many children will not wake up in the middle of the night. Talking agents and forgetting potions can give them a good night's sleep. When the professors enter and start teaching and divide them into different majors, they will become the future of the Immortal City, filling them into various departments and starting to play a role. As long as they succeed in their studies, they can turn from refugees to scholars and fighters, and become the best of ordinary people. And what I have paid is time, money and patience, and a lot of resources that cannot be imagined by the outside world."

"What major have you prepared?"

"Scientific research department, internal affairs department, sorority monastery, and combat department. Each major also has its own subcategory, and sub-professionals also have their own sub-professionals. In addition to interests, the main thing is to rely on teachers to screen the areas students are good at. For example, the combat department, only students with the best grades can enter the supervision team, and only the best students in the scientific research department can join the genetic laboratory; some departments will conduct mixed teaching, such as the medical department of the sisterhood monastery, the medical school of the scientific research department, and the field hospital of the combat department will teach together, but the course progress is different. For example, the armored vehicle teaching meeting of the combat department is carried out together with the armored vehicle teaching of the sisterhood; except for being able to enter the sorority monastery, other majors are mixed with men and women, but all students must undergo military training, and at least learn to use firearms and cold weapons."

"Wow, are you planning to copy the teaching model of ASCHU?"

"Yes, you definitely want to meet Agent Weaver, I finally dug her over."

"What name are you going to give this academy?" asked Romanov. "The academy must have a name."
Chapter completed!