The principal's office was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.
The old ice in the glass in front of Dean Lin Nan has melted away, the amber whiskey has faded a bit, the walls of the crystal glass are covered with condensed water drops, and his round forehead is covered with beads of sweat.
On the light curtain on the wall, an old-fashioned agricultural light armor was running at full speed.
Xu Boyan stared at the light screen in trance, even his sitting posture did not change, and the cigar between his fingers had long since gone gray and cold.
Lin Nan's face was blue and red, and he was on pins and needles. He had just boasted that Haikou was foolproof, but he lost face in front of the principal. For a moment, he didn't know how to excuse himself.
The silent Xu Boyan suddenly spoke: "Do you know what I saw?"
Lin Nan glanced at the principal carefully, but could not tell whether he was happy or angry. He replied respectfully: "What you see is the light of stars in the sky thousands of miles away. We, ordinary people and dull people, can only see three feet of grass, trees and mud. Please give me some advice."
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The expressionless Xu Boyan suddenly smiled and praised: "Good job flattering you! It's you, Lao Lin, who understands me best!"
He then coughed lightly: "A fierce general."
Lin Nan sat upright, but thoughtfully.
Xu Boyan put down the extinguished cigar between his fingers, stood up and stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, looking at the smoke and dust billowing in the distance, his tone full of admiration and appreciation: "It is obviously an old farm armor, but you see, it steps like thunder, unstoppable, everywhere it passes
If you give him a better light armor, how can these losers in the security center stop him?"
Lin Nan asked tentatively: "What do you mean?"
Xu Boyan waved his hand: "Admitted. When running a school, the most important thing is to be trustworthy! Not only do we need admission, we also provide the highest scholarship! Don't give money, just light armor equipment! I understand the principle of buying bones for a thousand dollars."
Bones are great. There are many vicious dogs in our school, so we need bones."
Lin Nan suddenly realized it and showed admiration: "Wonderful! It's really wonderful!"
Xu Boyan said proudly: "The vicious dogs are going to grab the bones, so we can relax a little bit. The last time the security center was repaired, it cost more? 60 million! How much sponsorship fee will it cost to get back the money? If we hadn't found the parents of the students to sign the bill,
If we repair the security center once, we will go bankrupt. How good would it be to throw a bone out and let them grab it themselves."
Lin Nan was flattering: "Your Majesty's far-sightedness is wonderful. Why don't we let him go to the Ethics and Discipline Office to straighten the rules and discipline? Students should handle matters between students, lest these guys who have nowhere to vent their energy think about bombing all day long.
School."
Xu Boyan nodded with a satisfied expression: "The discipline is good. How can you have a general without soldiers? Let's transfer a few people from the security center to be his assistants. Remember, these people can only take care of logistics and cannot take action. Matters between students should be resolved by themselves.
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"Your Majesty is right." He suddenly hesitated: "What if he doesn't agree? This would be an enemy of the whole school."
"Compensate." Xu Boyan sneered: "He is a poor man. Just two [Fire Hurricanes] are enough to make him lose his pants."
"Your Majesty knows the enemy is ahead of his time and has clever calculations. When will my subordinates be able to learn a little bit about it?"
"Hahaha, let's go and see our number one general."
Before Long Cheng arrived at the principal's office, he heard the announcement on the radio that he had been admitted. Long Cheng ignored it and continued running until he arrived at the principal's office within the stipulated time.
He has seen all kinds of conspiracies and conspiracies in the training camp, so don't trust other people and all kinds of information.
Long Cheng got off the cockpit of Tie Geng King.
A thin young man with soft black hair, his head slightly lowered, looking shy and introverted. He wore a camouflage T-shirt on his upper body, which seemed a little malnourished, and his lower body was in military green trousers and a pair of old white sneakers. The trousers did not fit well.
It is quite fat, with half of its thin legs exposed.
The registration form stated that I was 17 years old, but I looked like I was only 14 or 5 years old.
The Long Cheng in front of him looked just like a shy and introverted kid next door. How could he have expected to be so decisive and fierce just now?
Of course, the two of them would not judge a book by its appearance. To be honest, there are basically no normal students in this school.
The principal jabbered a lot of rhetoric, but Longcheng remained indifferent. When the principal finished speaking, he asked himself if he had been admitted?
Lin Nan, the dean of academic affairs, quickly said that he had been admitted and that he would be entrusted with the highest scholarship and so on.
Long Cheng breathed a sigh of relief. He finally didn't need to leave the farm. As for what the next two people said, he didn't care at all.
Lin Nan called a staff member and took Long Cheng to the dormitory. At the end, he habitually said a few words, "Work hard and study hard" and "Be honest in school and don't make trouble."
Long Cheng glanced at the fat man a little strangely. Shouldn't he say, "Come on, try to survive"?
When he followed the staff to the dormitory, he carefully thought about everything that happened today, and suddenly realized that this training camp seemed different from what he thought? It was a strange place.
But no matter what, he can stay on the farm in the future. Thinking of this, Long Cheng's mood immediately became happy.
Femi, who was leading the way, finally couldn't help but said: "Hello, Longcheng, I am Femi. From now on, I will be your assistant to help you handle the work of the Ethics and Discipline Department. It is a pleasure to cooperate with you."
Longcheng says hello.
When the plan failed, Femi was despondent and thought he would be fired. Unexpectedly, he turned around and became an assistant in Longcheng. Lord Lin Nan also specially encouraged him to assist Longcheng in handling the disciplinary affairs department.
The joy of surviving the disaster filled Fermi's heart. As for being a student's assistant, he didn't care, since the salary would not be less anyway.
Moreover, in this contest, Fermi admired the strength of Longcheng.
Fermi was a tactful person and knew how to observe people's emotions. He noticed that Long Cheng didn't seem to like talking, so he took the initiative to introduce some information about the school.
Long Cheng listened carefully, but gradually, his expression became a little strange.
Noticing something strange about Dragon City, Fermi couldn't help but ask: "What's wrong? Is there anything you want to know about Dragon City?"
Long Cheng asked how to return to the farm?
It turned out that he was homesick, Femi suddenly realized. He remembered that on the first day he joined the army, he had been extremely homesick.
Still a child.
Fermi's eyes were much gentler and he said with a smile: "The school is under closed military management, and you are not allowed to leave the school. You have a holiday once a month, and you have three days of rest. You can leave the school, and then you can go home."
Long Cheng stopped, turned to face Femi, and asked seriously: "Don't you need to kill everyone?"
Fermi's body stiffened and his brain short-circuited.
Kill, kill...everyone?
Femi stared blankly at the serious-looking Long Cheng. He tried his best to smile and said, "Kill everyone? Hahahaha... Hahahaha, stop joking. We are a school, not a slaughterhouse."
Long Cheng did not move his gaze away, and his expression did not change at all.
Of course, the training camp is not a slaughterhouse. The chickens and ducks in the slaughterhouse will not kill you. The other students in the training camp are thinking about how to kill you every day.
Femi swallowed the water with difficulty, her cheek muscles stiffened, her legs began to tremble involuntarily, and she kept a stiff smile on her face: "No, no, no, you want to go home, I will help you go to the Academic Affairs Office to ask for leave, no need to kill anyone."
Long Cheng said oh, thoughtfully: "There is no need to kill people."
Are you sorry that you can't kill someone?
Long Cheng's serious thinking expression made Femi almost turn around and run away. He had participated in the war and was very sensitive to the smell of blood. The young man in front of him seemed weak, but for some reason, Femi always had the illusion that he was too big to breathe.
, as if he was facing some unknown but extremely dangerous creature.
Femi blurted out: "There is really no need to kill people."
As soon as the words came out, Femi actually felt a sense of shame. Why did he emphasize this sentence? But when he saw Long Cheng nodding, why did he let out an inexplicable sigh of relief?
He has been coming to Fengren for three years, and he has seen an endless stream of abnormal and perverted students, some who feel uncomfortable without fighting one day, some who want to blow up the school whenever they have nothing to do, some who beat themselves until they become autistic, etc.
But compared to Dragon City, they are all a bunch of good kids.
After nodding, Long Cheng continued to move forward, and Femi, who was relieved, quickly followed. He raised his hand to wipe the cold sweat from his forehead, and Long Cheng in front asked quietly.
"Then when will you kill?"
The arm Femi had just raised stopped in mid-air, and he was almost driven crazy. God, what evil had he done! This is a pervert who thinks about killing people when he has nothing to do!
Do you want to resign?
After taking three deep breaths, Fermi mustered up his last courage: "Dragon City, killing is prohibited in school."
Long Cheng stopped and looked at Femi in surprise.
Are there any no-kill training camps in the world?
Femi said seriously: "Dragon City, this is a school. We are here to learn skills, not to kill people. In the school, if anyone is killed, the consequences will be extremely serious. This is a serious crime!"
The surprise on Long Cheng's face disappeared and his normal expression returned again.
It turned out that it was really a training camp where killing was not allowed. Long Cheng felt a little better. He didn't like killing people. However, killing was not a skill? Long Cheng felt that was wrong, but he did not intend to refute, but continued to ask: "
What should I do if I get attacked?”
Femi breathed a sigh of relief. Unknowingly, his back was soaked with sweat: "You can fight back in any way, but no matter what, you must not kill anyone!"
Fermi raised his voice and emphasized that "you must not kill anyone."
Long Cheng's expression did not change and he continued to ask: "Can I hurt him?"
Fermi nodded: "Okay."
"You can't kill, you can only injure..." Long Cheng snorted, then asked: "What is the standard for injury?"
Femi felt that he was going crazy. He took a deep breath again: "Now the medical condition can be treated as the standard, and the school can not kill anyone as the standard!"
"Oh, what about chronic death?"
"What about missing the best healing time and causing death?"
"What about deaths outside of school? So the holidays are a window for attacks?"
Dragon City’s problems come one after another.
Fermi opened his mouth wide, dumbfounded.
A faint light shone in the depths of Long Cheng's eyes.
All the doubts that I had after entering the campus were solved at this moment. It turned out that I had misunderstood that this training camp was not about learning how to kill people, but how to be injured without dying. Compared with simply killing people, being injured without dying is several levels higher.
The skills and knowledge involved are very complex, and there are many that he can think of, such as human body structure, medicine, toxicology, light armor structure, etc.
In the past, I had learned to kill with one hit, so this meant I had to learn from scratch.