"However, that boy doesn't look like a strange person," Xixi thought for a moment and said, "Besides, I think he looks a bit familiar, as if I've seen him somewhere."
"Really?" Wuwu thought about it for a moment, but had no impression, "Did you remember it wrong?"
It has been living with Xixi, and it naturally knows the people Xixi knows.
"What are you talking about?" Dan Ci's voice sounded from behind Xi Xi.
"Snacks," Xixi turned around and saw Danci, curled her eyes and asked, "How are you?"
"It went very well," Danci replied.
"Hey, you brat, why don't you make any noise when you walk? You're so scared," Wuwu protested.
Dan Ci glanced at it and said, "Can it really scare the birds to death? I'll try it a few more times in the future."
Little Fatty chirped, "You want to find Lin?"
Dan Xiaoci: "The one I want to find is obviously you."
Seeing that one person and one robot were about to quarrel, Xixi quickly persuaded, "Okay, stop arguing. Andre is waiting for us outside. We must be waiting in a hurry. Let's go quickly."
Xixi said, took Danci's hand and ran outside the school.
The two children went home happily, but the school admissions office was a little troubled.
A teacher looked at Xixi's results and frowned, "The results are pretty good, but her mental strength is only D-level. D-level mental strength is not useful for civilian mechas, let alone military mechas."
How can you be a mecha master?
Another teacher nodded in agreement, "Yes, you can't become a mecha master with D-level mental power."
As he said that, he looked at Xixi's results again, with a bit of regret on his face, "What a pity, why is your mental strength so low?"
"Is it better to persuade her to transfer to the ordinary class? Even if she is allowed to join the individual combat class now, she will not be able to be a mecha master in the future. We cannot give her hope. Otherwise, she will spend time and energy when she grows up, and the blow will be even greater.
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"I think her physical fitness is so good that it would be a waste not to join the army. Why not let her try it?"
"What are you trying to do? She can't be a mecha master with her mental strength."
The gray-haired principal looked at the noisy teachers in front of him and felt a little headache. He looked at the lean man at the end of the conference table, who was holding his chin on one hand and not speaking, and asked, "Teacher Charlie, what do you think?"
As soon as the principal spoke, the teachers instantly fell silent, and their eyes all fell on Charlie.
"..."
The conference room is very quiet.
"call!!!"
A snore sounded.
teachers:??!!
A vein appeared on the principal's forehead: "Teacher Charlie!"
The sound was deafening.
Charlie, who was sleeping with his chin propped up on one hand, was startled. He let go of his hand and hit his chin directly on the desk.
He held his chin in pain: "It hurts, it hurts!"
He looked around, yawned and stretched, "Is it over? Then I'll go back to sleep."
Everyone:......
There were a few more veins on the principal's forehead, "We haven't finished the meeting yet! Also, how many times have I told you not to sleep during the meeting!!!"
"Yes, yes," Charlie touched his ear with his little finger and said casually, "It's not because you guys have been arguing about unnutritious topics that I want to sleep."
"Teacher Charlie, what's wrong with this student's problem?" A teacher with a ponytail was a little unhappy when he heard this, "The children don't understand anything, and we as teachers have to help them."
"Her mental power level is D. She will not be able to become a mecha master in the future. If she is allowed to join the individual combat class now, it will only make her hope grow bigger. In the future, she will not know that she can be a mecha master until she grows up.
Division A will be hit even harder."
"Moreover, even if she becomes a mecha master, what will happen if she goes to the battlefield in the future? Being weaker than the enemy means losing her life in vain."
Charlie glanced at her and said, "Teacher Milly, the reason why children are children is because they have dreams. Now that they have not entered school, you have destroyed the children's dreams. Is this really good?"
"I," Milly was startled and frowned, "I just think it's not suitable for her..."
"Then I don't think you are suitable to be a teacher, haven't you still been one?" Charlie twitched the corner of his mouth.
Teacher Milly:......
She clenched her fist and smashed it on the conference table, which made a dull sound.
A small pit appeared.
She gritted her teeth and said, "I think Mr. Charlie is even less suitable to be a teacher."
Charlie crossed his arms across his chest and leaned back on the chair, "Really? I think I'm quite suitable to be a teacher."
Everyone: So shameless.
Millie: "Where did you get your face?"
Charlie shook his hair and said, "It's better than you, a violent teacher who always breaks things."
"You..." Milly became angry and stood up with a loud cry.
Charlie was not afraid of her, "What, you want to fight? Come on, we haven't fought in a long time."
"boom!"
A loud voice sounded, and everything on the conference table shook.
"That's enough, do you still have me as the principal in your eyes? I only want to make noises all day long, and just want to shout and kill. You are both teachers now, and you are still so unstable. You want to beat me and fight with you two!"
The gray-haired principal said angrily.
Milly and Charlie were instantly frightened, and each snorted and sat down.
"I think both teachers have good opinions, and we can tell right from wrong at once. Let's toss a coin. If the heads are positive, let her join the individual combat class, and if the tail is negative, we will persuade her to join the regular class," the principal put forward an idea.
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"How many times?" Charlie asked.
The principal glanced at him and said, "One decision will determine the outcome."
As he spoke, he took out a coin from his pocket, flicked his thumb, and the coin kept spinning in the air, then landed on the desk and spun around a few times.
After a while, the coin stopped and everyone saw it was heads up.
Everyone:......
The principal coughed slightly, "Then let her join the individual combat class. Which class is better?"
As soon as these words came out, the teachers' breathing became lighter.
This child's practical skills are good, but his mental strength is there. No matter how good his grades are, it is of no use. As a teacher, it is cruel to watch students work hard day by day and never get rewards.
It is better for such students not to take over.
Seeing that no one spoke, the principal smiled and conjured a lottery tube out of nowhere: "Come on, let's draw lots and decide."
"There are six lottery tickets in total, one of which has a red mark. If you draw the lottery ticket with the red mark, the child will belong to that person," the principal smiled amiably, "I don't have any objections."
"...No," everyone answered after a moment of silence.
I don’t know why the principal always likes to play this kind of game.
The head teachers of the six individual combat classes came forward and drew lots one by one.
Charlie stretched out his hand lazily and randomly picked one. There was a bright red mark under the stick. He said:...
The principal showed a kind smile and said, "Charlie, I will leave this child to you. By the way, I will also transfer her student information to you later. You can take a good look at it."