The teachers at the Military Academy didn't let Yu Tang wait too long.
The students have all undergone high-intensity combat training, and their accuracy is not good at this time. Once a conflict occurs in an unsupervised environment, it is possible that irreparable accidents will occur.
In places like this, private fights among multiple people are always more serious than those in ordinary colleges.
The instructor nearby heard the alarm and rushed over, his tone was particularly cold and stern: "Stop! Stand up, no one is allowed to move again!"
Yu Tang let go of Gan Lifei, picked up his walking stick, and stood up.
The instructor walked quickly and took a closer look at the situation. He was about to scold her but got stuck in the middle and couldn't help but frowned.
It was obvious that not all the students who had participated in the fight could still stand.
Gan Lifei was so frightened that his legs went weak. He was able to stand by leaning against the dining table, which was already a good thing.
Of the remaining few people, one was half-conscious, one was holding his throat and struggling to breathe, and one was completely collapsed on the ground with his mouth stiffly open due to pain and fear.
The most conspicuous one was sleeping soundly, with a quarter-full injection in his body.
The injection is labeled as an immediately effective type 2 neurological anesthetic and a controlled drug that can only be used in the medical room in strict accordance with regulations and registration.
The instructor took out the syringe, weighed it in his hand, and his expression became completely cold.
… I originally thought it was just an ordinary gang fight, but I didn't expect this group of hooligans to be so lawless and capable of doing anything.
This neurological anesthetic is the result of scientific and cutting-edge research and is usually used on the battlefield.
Injecting a quarter dose can make a person lose consciousness for a short period of time, making it easier for medical personnel to provide timely treatment.
If you completely empty your mind, it may cause irreversible damage to the nervous system, causing the person to fall into a permanent sleep state with no possibility of waking up again.
In the medical room, these injections are strictly kept in a password box.
The instructor reached out his hand and reset the man's dislocated jaw joint. He asked coldly, "Who used this thing?"
The man's face turned pale with pain, he was shaking, and his eyes drifted towards Gan Lifei.
Gan Lifei was desperately trying to wink at Shi Ji.
The man just pressed his chin, his words were very slurred, and he bravely said: "Yes, when, when—"
"Why are you hesitating? Are you guilty?!" the instructor shouted, "Speak quickly! Who is it—"
Shi Ji said softly, "It's me."
The instructor was a little surprised and turned to look at Shi Ji who was standing beside him.
Of course, he didn't just notice Shi Ji now.
The academy's top observer, a top student who made teachers and instructors both proud and troubled. This afternoon, the dean of the wingman major was furious because of Shi Ji's physical examination results and slammed the principal's desk.
… In fact, Shi Ji was standing at the side, and no matter how you looked at it, he looked like an innocent classmate who was eating in the cafeteria and got involved in a dispute.
There was no visible injury on his body, his face was not red, he was not out of breath, and even his clothes were not messy.
The instructor originally thought that it was an internal fight among the people, but now seeing the erratic expressions of several people and where their gazes were directed, it seemed like Shi Ji was the only one who beat up the five people on the ground.
…
Even on crutches.
The instructor's gaze swept over the crutch in Shi Ji's hand, and his eyes darkened slightly.
The result of the reexamination showed that Shi Ji's left cruciate ligament was severely torn, and he could no longer fully cooperate with his wingman to his original peak condition.
"I was eating in the cafeteria and had a conflict with these students."
Shi Ji said: "The situation was urgent, so I used a special method... I am willing to accept the investigation."
The instructors usually dealt with this kind of fight in a simple and rough way. If there were injuries, they would be punished. If there were no injuries, everyone would run fifty laps. When Shi Ji heard such a flowery statement at first, he didn't even react: "What investigation?"
"Recheck the surveillance." Shi Ji said.
Gan Lifei shuddered violently.
"I request a review of the relevant A-level surveillance files."
Shi Ji didn't look at him and continued, "During this period of time, the cafeteria's surveillance in this area. The surveillance of the medical room tonight and last night, half an hour ago-"
Gan Lifei suddenly cried out, "We got the medicine!"
Shi Ji stopped talking.
Gan Lifei's chest heaved rapidly. He stood under the astonished gazes of his men. His face was hot with shame, but his back was cold with fear.
This time they learned their lesson and had actually made sufficient preparations in advance.
The anesthetic was not stolen from the medical room, but bought at a high price on the black market. All evidence was destroyed in advance, leaving no evidence at all.
They hid the anesthetics very well throughout the journey, and only a tiny bit of it was revealed when they were about to take action. There was no way that the surveillance camera could capture it.
The anesthetic was used by Shi Ji, and Gan Lifei specially wore thin film gloves, which only had Shi Ji's fingerprints on them.
Even if we really chase them, we won't be able to find them.
…But how could he dare to let Shi Ji chase him
Buying banned drugs from the black market would at most result in a serious warning. However, if Shi Ji reviewed the surveillance footage from half a day ago, everything would be completely over.
Gan Lifei didn't dare to think about it anymore. His voice was hoarse and he trembled uncontrollably: "It was us. We lost to Shi Ji in the final exam. We were not convinced..."
Their original plan was to stop Shi Ji in the cafeteria, attack him first, and find a chance to give Shi Ji an injection without leaving any trace.
The syringe was not big, so it could at least block the camera. Shi Ji had just been injured in the battle, so it was not surprising that he became weak and fainted due to emotional excitement.
They could use the excuse to send Shi Ji to the infirmary and find a way to get him away.
The instructor felt a chill in his heart, but his face remained calm: "You are going to take him away, and then what will you do?"
Gan Lifei was speechless.
Shi Ji's sudden counterattack completely disrupted his position. He was anxious to fill the hole he had left, but ended up revealing a bigger flaw.
It was not until now that Gan Lifei finally realized that no matter how he tried to make amends, everything he had said was a complete incrimination of himself.
They want to knock Shi Ji unconscious and take him away, then what
After spending so much effort, was it just to knock Shi Ji unconscious and beat him up to embarrass him? Then why not just put a sack on him
No instructor would believe such a ridiculous excuse.
If the explanation is not clear, we will have to investigate further.
Once the investigation is underway, we will have to use the A-level authority monitoring that Shi Ji mentioned.
…
Gan Lifei was so frightened that he couldn't speak.
He seemed to have been completely trapped in a dead end. No matter how he struggled or tried to make amends, he would end up with the inevitable ending -
"Instructor." Shi Ji suddenly said, "Can I apply for paper and pen?"
The instructor was puzzled: "What do you need paper and pen for?"
Shi Ji said: "According to military regulations, those who voluntarily confess their mistakes, confess other people involved in the case, and submit evidence before the investigation can be given a lighter punishment at the discretion of the court."
Shi Ji: "I will report all the actions I have taken before to my superiors in written form."
"There is such a rule... but what do you have to report?"
The instructor was not in charge of the wingman major. He looked at this straight-laced top student who followed all the rules and regulations and felt a little headache: "You are the victim. It is legitimate defense and self-defense to fight back. This is the right thing to do..."
He was talking to Shi Ji when Gan Lifei, who was standing beside him, suddenly shuddered and shouted nervously, "I want paper and pen, too!"
The instructor no longer had any good feelings towards these students. He frowned and said coldly: "Why are you joining in the fun?"
"You can give me a lighter sentence if necessary...right?"
Gan Lifei heard these words clearly, and he kept repeating incoherently: "I have evidence, and I have people involved in the case. Give me paper and pen, and I am willing to confess..."
After hearing his words, the remaining few people suddenly reacted and scrambled for paper and pen.
…
They didn't even have time to fully understand what was happening, they just knew they were backed into a dead end.
In their plan, Shi Ji would not resist. At most, he would just fight them off without hurting them, just like he did before.
Gan Lifei was standing opposite Shi Ji at that time. He still can't understand why Shi Ji was able to tell what was in his hand based on the metallic luster.
But Shi Ji just made the right judgment.
Not only did Shi Ji figure it out, but he also went against his usual behavior and made a big deal out of it, pushing it all the way up the ladder and activating some security-level A monitoring that couldn't be completely deleted.
Gan Lifei didn't dare to let Shi Ji check the surveillance footage, so he could only admit that the anesthetic was used, in order to suppress the matter before it became a big deal.
But he had no way of answering the question, "What are you going to do after knocking Shi Ji unconscious?"
This is simply an endless cycle with no solution.
At this time, Shi Ji suddenly mentioned that turning himself in could reduce the punishment, which naturally made these people scramble for the life-saving straw they wanted.
…
The instructor stood in the dining area of the cafeteria, looking at the scene of people writing furiously at a table in front of him. He almost thought that he had walked into the wrong place and entered the written examination room for some professional make-up exam.
The first person to finish writing was Shi Ji. He only wrote a few short lines before putting down his pen and handing the paper over.
The instructor was not in the mood to look at this for the time being. He took the paper and put it aside, then looked at Shi Ji: "How is your leg?"
Shi Ji lowered his head and looked at his left leg: "It's okay, I'm not injured."
The instructor looked at him for a long time, said nothing, and sighed softly.
It was a pity that no one was left to replace Shi Ji.
Even in the official military service, a cruciate ligament tear of this magnitude would be enough to end a spotter's chances of making the top team.
They were originally planning to recommend Shi Ji to the elite special forces team in advance. Just a few days ago, they suddenly received a message from various military academies that the special forces team had replaced the person in charge ten days ago and was preparing to select outstanding fresh forces from the entire alliance.
He was the most outstanding leader in the history of the special operations team. He was also an observer and had countless merits and combat experience.
If Shi Ji could get this opportunity, he would definitely be paired with the best mecha operator to fully unleash all his potential.
The instructor motioned Shi Ji to sit down and asked casually, "Did your operator ask you to fight with them?"
Shi Ji shook his head.
The instructor was about to continue speaking when he was suddenly stunned and raised his head in surprise.
He really valued talent and wanted to be happy for Shi Ji, but he also felt that this attitude was inappropriate, so he tried his best to suppress it: "You don't obey his orders?"
"I will still prioritize protecting him." Shi Ji thought for a moment and said realistically, "But I will not obey all his orders."
Shi Ji explained: "In the previous competition, he took my belonging—"
"Not important." The instructor waved his hand, looking excited. "I finally figured it out. Do you want to change the operator?"
The instructor looked at him, as if he was looking at a rough jade that had finally been unearthed, his eyes shining: "We have picked a few people with good performance for you. Your current strength is indeed limited, but observation skills are not all dependent on one leg. You can rely on practice to make up for the lack of adaptation in coordination. Your on-the-spot response and judgment are still top-notch..."
Shi Ji didn't say anything and lowered his eyes.
The instructor was barely able to speak.
He also realized that this was not appropriate, so he coughed lightly and lowered his voice: "… We just feel it's a pity."
Shi Ji said gently, "Thank you."
The instructor was in a good mood. He waved his hand and buried his head in messaging the dean of the wingman major.
They had been observing Shi Ji secretly.
Military academies implement the law of the jungle, where the fittest survive and the weak are eliminated, while ensuring basic rules and fairness. Students have a high degree of autonomy, and this model is used to provide the military with the best and most effective manpower.
If Shi Ji always obeyed Sheng Yi's orders, the teachers and instructors would not take the initiative to interfere.
This is Shi Ji's choice.
But now Shi Ji has decided to be himself, break free from Sheng Yi's constraints, and explore his own field.
Even though Shi Ji has a broken leg now, and even though it is impossible for Shi Ji to recover to his peak condition, they are all willing to find opportunities as much as possible to give this former number one observer a broader and more spacious stage.
…
The good mood of the instructor and several other teachers and deans ended after half an hour.
Others have also completed their confessions of surrender.
"Return to your original academy."
The instructor had seen a lot of dirty things like this, and he could guess what this person was planning without even looking at the transcript.
There are only a few possibilities for spending so much effort and even using this banned drug to deal with Shi Ji.
Either it would ruin Shi Ji's talent or his future.
Or it would destroy Shi Ji.
Neither of them is a serious enough act to warrant severe punishment.
The instructor had no interest in these people at all. He gathered the confessions and handed them over: "You little brat, you are so cruel and ruthless. Your words are crooked..."
Upon hearing the news, the dean of the wingman major hurried over, frowned, and then regretted it.
He only read half a page before looking up in surprise, his eyes fixed on these people.
The dean asked, "Did you guys do this?"
"And, there's Sheng Yi." One of them was so frightened that he started to talk nonsense, "He asked us to go. He told us to do whatever we wanted and told us that Shi Ji wouldn't dare to resist..."
The dean interrupted him: "I will investigate his responsibility. I am asking, which of you did this?"
The instructors at the military academy were all recruited from the battlefield, and they had genuine murderous aura on their bodies. The man dared not speak anymore and shrank back in fear.
…
The instructor was talking to other teachers. When he realized something was wrong, he turned around and asked, "What's going on?"
Shi Ji's dean stood in front of those people.
He is already in his fifties, his hair is turning gray, and the marks left by the battlefield on his body have been mostly covered up by his long career as a teacher.
But now he stood there without saying a word, just like the hot-tempered legion commander who had led his men to destroy the entire insect swarm.
The instructor grabbed the pages of paper, glanced at them quickly, and his eyes widened.
He looked at Gan Lifei and the others in disbelief, but the next moment, he hastily took action and stopped Dean Shi Ji: "Old Nie! Calm down, calm down first-"
"Why are you calm?!" The dean's voice was hoarse with rage. "What have they destroyed? Do they know?! This is the best observer in the alliance. He participated in the battle several days ago! If Sheng Xiao had not disappeared, he would not have needed to go to the military academy. His empowerment would have allowed thousands of people to survive the insect tide!"
The dean knew Shi Ji's true identity, and he felt sorry for Shi Ji's stubbornness, and was angry but helpless. In the end, he simply turned a blind eye and let Shi Ji work hard with a burden.
The dean had always believed that Shi Ji's leg was broken because he was abducted by space pirates.
"Have them court-martialed, have them court-martialed."
The instructor tried his best to stop him: "They are guilty of crimes and will be punished. We will give them a thorough trial, as well as that little bastard named Sheng..."
"We can only sue them. Sheng Yi is not directly at fault in this matter."
The tactical teacher next to him finished reading the papers and said, "Sheng Yi's only mistake was to delete the surveillance video in violation of the rules, but he was also deceived. He just didn't allow Shi Ji to resist. The jury won't understand why Shi Ji really didn't resist."
"He was deceived?! Sheng Yi knows it in his heart!" the dean said angrily, "Because-"
His voice suddenly stopped, he clenched his teeth, glanced at Shi Ji beside him, and swallowed the rest of the words.
…because Shi Ji was born with the instinct to obey orders.
Because Shi Ji was an experiment, the result of an illegal experiment, he should be taken away for research.
Once this matter gets out and the outside world knows about it, no one knows what kind of twists and turns Shi Ji's fate will encounter.
The dean swallowed the words, his chest heaved several times, he suppressed his rage and walked in front of Shi Ji.
Shi Ji still stood there quietly as usual.
The dean said in a deep voice: "Unbutton your coat!"
Everyone else was stunned. The instructor stepped forward and wanted to persuade the dean not to punish the student just now, but Shi Ji had already raised his hand and unbuttoned his coat.
Inside the dark coat, there were a few spots of blood on Shi Ji's shirt.
He himself seemed unable to understand when the wound had split open. He lowered his head to look at it, feeling confused, and reached out to touch it.
The dean grabbed his hand.
Shi Ji raised his head, his expression was still gentle, but there was a hint of doubt in his clear eyes.
But if you look closely, you can see that his injured chest and ribs are trembling slightly, and his pale brows due to blood loss reveal an unconscious fatigue.
The dean closed his eyes tightly.
He knew all about Shi Ji's situation and knew that Shi Ji had no negative emotions. Anger, scolding and comfort were all things that Shi Ji could not perceive or understand.
He looked at Shi Ji and tried his best to calm his tone: "Who did Sheng Yi transfer your ownership to?"
Shi Ji thought for a moment: "Zhan—"
"Zhan Chen, right?" the dean said, "In the mecha special training held by the special forces this time, there is an auxiliary quota for the logistics major, and my major is to repair mechas."
Dean: "Go tell him that if the logistics major can get first place in this special training and crush those mecha-driving bastards to death, I will help him find the person he is looking for."
The dean of the mecha major nearby was stunned: "Can't you crush Sheng Yi? What does it have to do with us—"
The dean met Shi Ji's gaze and said, "Do you understand?"
Shi Ji hesitated for a moment and nodded slightly.
Dean: "Go to the dormitory now and take care of your wounds yourself."
There are always medical kits in the dormitories of military academies, and the first lesson for cadets upon enrollment is to learn how to deal with their own injuries.
Shi Ji responded with a yes, protected the wound on his ribs with one hand, and bowed to him.
The dean's expression was still sullen. He didn't say anything more to Shi Ji. He turned around without saying a word and stood in front of Gan Lifei and the others who looked dejected.
The transcripts were still piled on the table.
The dean picked up the papers, slowly sorted them out, and knocked on the table: "Thank you for saving the school time."
"In order to find Shiji, we checked the surveillance footage, and all those videos were destroyed."
The dean looked at the man and said coldly, "Without solid evidence, if you hadn't confessed so readily, we really wouldn't know what to do with you..."
Gan Lifei suddenly widened his eyes in surprise.
His eyes were full of disbelief, his face turned pale at first, and then turned uncontrollably red.
"No, isn't there a level A surveillance?"
Gan Lifei shook his head in panic. He looked at Shi Ji and then at the dean: "Isn't it supervised by the security department? It's A-level monitoring, it can't be deleted, and it can be used as long as you apply..."
"That's a rule only for classified areas."
The dean didn't know why he suddenly went crazy, and frowned: "How can a civil surveillance be divided into A and B levels?"
Gan Lifei felt as if he was hit hard on the head by a stick. He staggered and his vision went dark.
… He was fooled by Shi Ji.
Shi Ji had a preconceived idea and made them believe that there was such a fabricated surveillance video. Then he set up the trap step by step and lured them in little by little.
They rushed to confess all their crimes, even fearing that their confession was not enough or complete.
They court-martialed themselves.
Gan Lifei's eyes were bloodshot, he roared, and rushed towards Shi Ji desperately, but before he could even touch the figure, he was twisted and thrown to the ground.
The person who suppressed him did not have Shi Ji's good temper. Without waiting for him to struggle, he had already neatly removed his arms.
The sharp pain devoured his entire will in an instant.
Gan Lifei opened his eyes, struggled, and mumbled vaguely: "It's Sheng Yi, and Sheng Yi..."
The dean said coldly: "Not one less."
Gan Lifei was so frightened and frightened that he soon passed out from the severe pain.
The dean stood up, straightened his clothes, and walked out of the cafeteria without looking back.
Shi Ji was escorted to the dormitory.
Halfway through, the system finally couldn't help but whispered to Yu Tang in the sea of consciousness: "Host, host, is there really no A-level and B-level monitoring?"
"Yes."
Yu Tang was recording Shi Ji's pain level when he answered distractedly, "Our Section Chief Pu is studying photography at the security office. Let him write an A on the surveillance camera."
system:"?"
"It's difficult for the world to restore the deleted surveillance, but it's easy for us to do it."
Yu Tang: "If Gan Lifei hadn't been fooled today, there would have been a kind-hearted student who would have led us to restore the surveillance video and fallen in front of Pu Ying's car."
system:"… "
Yu Tang had just recorded a whole page, then turned on the computer and started programming line by line.
Shi Ji had just regained his sense of pain, and the instincts remaining in his body had not yet learned to judge the condition of his wounds based on the pain.
Yu Tang stood there for such a long time, but he didn't even receive any feedback from Shi Ji's body about the wound bursting.
There were people around him, so Yu Tang didn't rush to let the system adjust his physical state. He found a piece of pain-relieving bubble gum, peeled off the candy wrapper and put it in his mouth.
The system wanted to speak, but hesitated, and then flashed a small red light on Yu Tang's shoulder.
Yu Tang concentrated on typing on the keyboard: "What do you want to ask?"
The system asked: "Why doesn't the host give birth to a kind-hearted student directly?"
The student data created by Yu Tang is still stored in the warehouse and can be easily modified and retrieved at any time.
In the previous book, Yu Tang had no patience for pushing this kind of plot, and always used the method of "bumping into porcelain" to force the evidence directly into Pu Ying's hands.
This is both simple and efficient. You don't have to spend so much time planning, nor do you have to stand in the cafeteria for so long with an injury.
Yu Tang thought he was going to ask something, but upon hearing that, he rubbed his neck and yawned, "How can this be the same?"
The system is puzzled: "Why is it different?"
Yu Tang said: "Shi Ji forgot everything except obeying orders and carrying out tasks."
Yu Tang: “This is very important to him.”
The system was stunned.
Yu Tang knocked on the button one last time, and the repaired data stream turned into a glowing light spot, silently merging into Shi Ji's body from the sea of consciousness.
What he wanted to return to Zhuang Yu was the S7 that his parents had handed over to him when he was 19 years old, the most talented and outstanding little observer.
What he wanted to help Shi Ji repair was not just a comprehensive understanding of pain.
"He is different from Luo Ran. He has been in the electric storm for too long and has forgotten too many things. He needs the most reasonable guidance."
Yu Tang said: "I don't want this kind of guidance to go beyond the worldview of this world itself."
The system's small red light paused.
He suddenly realized that the whole plan that Yu Tang had set up to deal with that person just now did not use any means beyond the settings of this world.
In other words—even if the original Shi Ji was here, he could do it as long as he could think of it.
"Look at Pu Ying, she has also hired a tutor to teach her about anti-fraud."
Yu Tang yawned again, closed his computer, and directed his consciousness into Shi Ji's body: "The lightning storm... shouldn't be a disaster."
"Someone turned it into a disaster."
Yu Tang said: "I will try to give them back as much as possible of what the electric storm took away from them."
The system looked at Yu Tang.
It is rare to see the host with such a serious expression. Deep in the sea of consciousness, the light curtain is flowing silently, reflecting the virtual figure of Yu Tang's data group.
…
Yu Tang opened his eyes as Shi Ji did.
He left the dormitory and his instructor left, and he stood at the door of the double apartment.
Zhan Chen was probably asleep too. There were faint sounds in the room and a little light could be seen leaking through the crack in the door.
The warm, dizzying light.
Yu Tang pushed open the door, and warm light poured out from the door. His eyes briefly turned white, and he groaned: "... Hmm."
The system was startled: "Host?"
"It's okay." Yu Tang said slowly, "I feel a little dizzy."
Maybe Shi Ji's body was still a little weak.
Yu Tang steadied himself and looked up.
The lights were on in the living room, but no one was there. The television was off, the movie was over, and the cookies and milk on the table were gone.
Yu Tang: “…”
system:"… "
The system felt that the host was obviously disappointed: "Host, let's go to the room first—"
"It's a bit difficult." Yu Tang said, "I was careless."
system:"?"
Yu Tang: "I forgot to give Shi Ji's body a warning of low blood sugar."
The food eaten in the sea of consciousness cannot be fed back into the body.
… and now, apart from a small cake and a cup of Coke, he had nothing to eat.
He even had a thrilling fight with someone in the cafeteria.
The system had a screen full of snowflakes and quickly flew to the mall to exchange for glucose.
Yu Tang gathered his mind, made his vision clearer, and made sure his body was stable enough to walk into the living room.
When I reached the kitchen door, someone suddenly opened it.
…
The rich aroma of hot cookies fresh out of the oven, mixed with the sweet scent of hot milk, enveloped him tightly without any buffering.
Yu Tang couldn't even see the figure coming out clearly: "System."
The system held the glucose, and the camera went dark: "... Host."
Yu Tang decided to force an OOC, and overlapped the image of Senior Zhan and Zhan Chen that appeared temporarily in his sea of consciousness. Before the other party could react, he cleaned out the kitchen and left.
He used an acceleration card on himself and was about to rush into the kitchen when he saw on the control panel that Shi Ji's blood sugar level had just fallen below the warning red line.
Yu Tang fell down quickly: "..."
The system hurriedly replaced the crash pad, but before it could pull it out and lay it out, the system flashed a small red light and froze at the edge of its sea of consciousness.
Yu Tang did not fall to the ground.
Someone hugged him.
The person who came out of the kitchen, bringing with him the clean aroma of wheat and milk, caught Yu Tang's body steadily before he accelerated and hit the ground.