Turan Academy has a small class system, with 20 students in each class. Most courses are taught in small classes led by teachers. However, large classes such as public courses are open to all majors and grades.
Such a small class system allows teachers to pay attention to every student and constantly adjust the teaching progress according to actual conditions.
"But you'll find that every time school starts, there are very few classes with 20 students! Some are short of one or two, and some are so bad that they lose half of their students!"
Xia Zhiyang exclaimed in an exaggerated tone, "The teachers at Turan are all devils! There are many students enrolled every semester, right? It's lenient, right? People like me who have a low score can still get in by paying the fee, and people like you who transferred in mid-term can also get in by paying the fee. But if you count the graduates every year, sometimes one-third of them can't graduate!"
Qi Yan: "What about those who were fired?"
"They will be accepted by Leto or other central schools, but once they enter Turan, who wants to go out again?" Xia Zhiyang led Qi Yan to the teaching building. "But this is also good. Those who can really graduate from Turan must have some real talents and knowledge. It's just that the elimination mechanism is too cruel, and many people can't accept it."
As he was walking, he remembered, "By the way, Qi Yan, which class are you assigned to?"
Qi Yan read the message received on his personal terminal: "Artificial Intelligence Major, Sophomore, Class 137."
"137?" Xia Zhiyang raised the last line of his voice high, and then a bright smile appeared on his baby face, "He's in the same class with me and Chen Mingxuan!"
He was so excited that he wanted to reach out and pat Qi Yan's shoulder, but he remembered that Qi Yan didn't like physical contact with others, so he stopped halfway and said happily: "At the end of last semester, our class lost four people. If you come in, we will have seventeen people at least!"
Qi Yan nodded: "Yeah."
Lu Fenghan followed Qi Yan quietly, listening to the conversation between the two, and his eyes finally fell on his employer.
It can be seen that Qi Yan has a naturally cold personality, his emotions do not fluctuate strongly, and he seems to have rarely interacted with people of his own age in the environment in which he grew up. As a result, he always appears a little slow and clumsy when interacting with Xia Zhiyang and Chen Mingxuan.
Xia Zhiyang is careless and doesn't care about these details. Chen Mingxuan is much more sensitive. Whether he is talking or playing games, he will take care of Qi Yan intentionally or unintentionally.
Lu Fenghan evaluated them in his mind and felt that these two people... were barely above the passing line.
The classroom was on the eleventh floor. When Qi Yan arrived, there was no one inside. The holographic projector was on, and the blue light was flickering slightly.
Lu Fenghan recognized it: "You Turan, every classroom is equipped with a holographic projector?"
Xia Zhiyang said proudly: "Of course! Some professors are not in Leto at all, not even in the central region. Some professors travel far away all the time, 360 days a year, wandering around the remote planets in the Kepler and Messier regions. If they are not here, they have to attend the class, so, here," he pointed, "we can only rely on holographic projection."
Lu Fenghan roughly calculated how many classrooms there were in Tulan College, and then calculated the price of each instrument—
Hiss, he is indeed the biggest prodigal son in the alliance!
I couldn't help but look in the direction of the First Military Academy, thinking that it was true that a river divides the rich and the poor.
Xia Zhiyang stared at Lu Fenghan for a few seconds, then realized, "No, why are you still here? Non-students and faculty members are not allowed to stay in Turan."
Qi Yan was observing the layout of the classroom, and he replied: "I submitted an application, and the principal agreed that Lu Fenghan can follow me in school to protect my safety."
"Is this possible?" Xia Zhiyang was shocked, and immediately thought, "If I get fired one day, can I be your bodyguard and go back to Turan to take classes?"
Lu Fenghan crossed his arms, raised his chin, and said arrogantly: "Just you?"
Xia Zhiyang felt that he was being looked down upon! However, when he met Lu Fenghan's gaze, he was always frightened for no reason, so he had to change the subject: "But bringing a bodyguard to school seems to have never happened before."
Qi Yan found the school rules from his personal terminal and projected them into the air: "Chapter 11, Article 98 of the School Rules, in special circumstances such as when students' lives are seriously threatened, security personnel may be deployed on campus."
After reading it, Xia Zhiyang wondered, could it be that the Qi family's enemies were going to attack Qi Yan, the heir, or was Qi Yan on guard against his stepmother Jiang Yunyue
Well, it’s not impossible!
There must be a reason anyway.
At this time, the classroom door was pushed open, and a boy in a black shirt walked in with a portable recording board. Seeing Xia Zhiyang, he sneered: "I thought I wouldn't see you this semester."
The implication is that you were not fired.
Hearing Laurent's sarcastic words, Xia Zhiyang immediately rolled his eyes: "I didn't expect that after a holiday, some people still can't learn to speak human language."
Laurent didn't look at Xia Zhiyang again, but turned his gaze to Qi Yan, and said contemptuously: "Are you the transfer student who successfully transferred to Turan because his family donated a building?"
He placed the clipboard on the table with a crisp “click” sound. “Then, don’t get expelled before the end of this semester just because of poor grades.”
Knowing that Qi Yan was not good at speaking, Xia Zhiyang quickly counterattacked: "It's better than some people's families who can't even donate a floor!"
Laurent chuckled and turned back to his seat.
"Don't be angry. This guy is called Laurent. He relies on his good grades and is always acting weird." Xia Zhiyang lowered his voice, "But, did your family really donate a building to Turan? How did he know that and why is he so sure? The point is, I don't know!"
Qi Yan shook his head and explained: "No."
Xia Zhiyang pounded his palm: "I know, I didn't donate a single building!"
Qi Yan was about to nod when he heard Xia Zhiyang continue, "Two buildings were donated!"
Qi Yan decided to remain silent.
There will be no formal classes on the first day of school. When the class time comes, the blue light of the holographic projector becomes darker, and then a "person" appears on the podium. Except that the edge of the image is slightly lighter, the visual effect is not much different from seeing a real person.
The lecturer was named Fu, 60 years old, with a unique gentle temperament and spoke slowly. He first welcomed Qi Yan, then began to explain the teaching plan for September, and listed the literature to be read and the experiments to be conducted.
The list was so long that some people in the classroom were already groaning quietly.
"Although it is the first day of school, time is running out and we cannot waste it. I will send a data packet to each of your personal terminals. These data are raw data collected without purpose. After you have completed the data mining, you will submit the final results to me. The deadline is... this time tomorrow."
There was a wailing in the classroom. Xia Zhiyang slammed his head on the table, then quickly sat up straight, covering his forehead with his hands, and grinned, "Professor, do we have to stay up all night on the first day of school? Can you give me some leeway?"
Professor Fu likes to see students sighing when they are hit hard. He smiled and said, "If you can write a better processing model, such as upgrading the rn3 model we learned last semester, you don't have to stay up late tonight."
Xia Zhiyang was angry and said: The point is, I have to be able to write!
Qi Yan opened his personal terminal and took a look at the data packet. It was indeed very large and it took almost twenty seconds to decompress it.
At this time, he heard Professor Fu call his name: "Qi Yan, can you finish it?"
Qi Yan closed the data packet display interface and replied, "No problem."
In the classroom, someone whispered, "You are just pretending to be rich."
Qi Yan turned around and found that it was the man named Laurent. When he saw him looking at him, he smiled at him slowly.
It's definitely not good intentions.
Qi Yan didn't care and looked away.
The other people in the class were taking the time to ask Professor Fu about the rn3 model upgrade. Qi Yan stared at a certain point in the air and gradually began to become dazed.
The shoelaces tied into a bow moved little by little with the movement of his feet.
After a few minutes, Qi Yan leaned towards Lu Fenghan and asked in a low voice: "On the way to school today, did you ask me if I had enough breakfast?"
Lu Fenghan was thinking about something. When he heard Qi Yan's question, he recalled and shook his head: "I didn't ask. You ate three slices of bread for breakfast. According to your usual appetite, you won't be hungry."
So it is just a fabricated memory of mine.
"I see." Qi Yan sat back down and continued to be in a daze, trying to distinguish in his mind which memories were real and which were fabricated by him.
Lu Fenghan couldn't help but recall Qi Yan's question just now.
This was not the first time Qi Yan asked him a similar question.
Ever since Qi Yan started taking the medicine, he would ask him some questions from time to time.
Some of them happened, and some did not. Lu Fenghan was determined and rarely wavered. He would not doubt that there was something wrong with his memory because of Qi Yan's questioning.
He was just wondering, was Qi Yan asking this question intentionally for some purpose, or was Qi Yan simply unable to tell which of his questions were real and which were fake
Lu Fenghan turned his head and saw Qi Yan in a daze, with his hands casually placed on the table. His joints were well-proportioned and as white as frost, which was very conspicuous compared to the table top, and always made people unconsciously look at them.
Lu Fenghan subconsciously twirled his fingers: I hope he is overthinking it.
After the class, Qi Yan was about to go home, but Xia Zhiyang quickly stopped him and said, "Qi Yan, wait!"
Chen Mingxuan played games too late the night before and entered the classroom late. Now he had dark circles under his eyes and stood aside with a listless look on his face.
Qi Yan stopped and said, "Did you call me?"
Xia Zhiyang was worried that Qi Yan didn’t know about this since he had just come to Turan. “Have you seen the data packet sent by Professor Fu? The amount is very large. If we use the rn3 model to mine the data, ordinary equipment cannot handle it. We must use the large optical computer in the computer room. That thing is super expensive, but it is very useful for mining data!”
He sighed again, "I don't know if I can successfully upgrade this model. Otherwise, I'll have to stay in the computer room all night tonight."
"Okay, I understand." Qi Yan thought for a moment, "If you have any questions, you can ask—"
Before he could even utter the word "I", he was interrupted by Xia Zhiyang.
"You have never been exposed to this model before. I will send you my previous notes. Take the time to read them. If you don't understand, just look through the first-year textbook. If you really can't finish it, Professor Fu will definitely not blame you. After all, you missed a whole year of classes."
Qi Yan could only reply, “Thank you.”
"You're welcome! We are all friends!" Xia Zhiyang was still a little embarrassed and scratched the back of his head.
Laurent, who was approaching, heard the conversation between the two and said, "Sorry, I'm blocking the way. Please make way." He held a portable recording board in his hand and said, "Sorry, I'm blocking the way. Please make way."
Qi Yan originally wanted to go home directly, but he remembered that at the last celebration banquet at the Qi family, Principal Caroline mentioned that there was a library in the library that was specifically used to store the principal's collection of paper books. He asked the principal for the password and went to the library first.
Lu Fenghan asked Qi Yan: "Why don't you go to the computer room and use all the computers to mine data?"
At this time, he subconsciously made a comparison.
Judging from Xia Zhiyang's tone, there must be more than one large optical computer in the Turan computer room, there should be many, and they are open to students for use.
The First Military Academy across the river—
It’s better not to say anything.
Qi Yan answered his question: "I don't need to go to the computer room, there is one at home."
Lu Fenghan rarely failed to react: "What?"
"Optical computer," Qi Yan said in more detail, "The one at home is an optical computer, so I can go home and dig for data."
Lu Fenghan: "...Oh, I see."
Qi Yan used the password to open the door of the library.
Lu Fenghan had no interest in paper books. In his opinion, paper books were a fixed medium that would disappear if exposed to water or burned by fire. They were too fragile and had very low practicality.
Just like this library, when you open the door, you will see an empty small compartment - it is said that the original design was for fire and explosion prevention. Push open another door and you will see rows of bookshelves.
So, Qi Yan was reading a book inside, but he didn't follow him in. Instead, he waited in the compartment separated by a transparent glass wall.
The personal terminal vibrated and Vincent sent a communication request.
Seeing Qi Yan reading a book seriously, Lu Fenghan leaned against the wall, clicked on the connection, and turned on the "personal mode" so that only he could hear the voice of the other party in the communication.
At the same time, "Boom—"
The clock tower in the center of Tulane College strikes the hour.
Vincent changed the subject of what he was about to say: "Commander, are you at Turan College?"
"Yes, in their library." Lu Fenghan stood lazily, occasionally looking through the glass wall to see what Qi Yan was doing.
"The library? Didn't the alarm system at the school gate throw you out just because you were on the other side of the river?"
"Get out, I came in openly." Lu Fenghan briefly explained the application submitted by Qi Yan.
Unexpectedly, Vincent was so excited: "Commander Lu, as an honorary graduate of the First Military Academy, you have successfully infiltrated the enemy! You will surely be remembered in the history of the First Military Academy!"
Lu Fenghan raised his eyelids and didn't respond: "If you have something to say, please say it quickly. You are talking too much nonsense."
Vincent's tone became serious: "Commander, last time you asked me to find out who transferred Wise Will to the expeditionary force two years ago, and there is a result."
Lu Fenghan lowered his eyes: "Dead?"
"How do you know?" Vincent was surprised and continued, "This Weiss is from Messier District. His parents died in a waterway accident when he was 16 years old."
Lu Fenghan briefly instructed: "Tell me."
"Some of the more remote routes in the Messier region may not be well maintained. You know, the numerous planetary explosions caused by the previous technological catastrophe left behind all kinds of hidden dangers. His parents were traveling far away on a civilian starship when they encountered a particle flow storm. The route was severely damaged and the entire starship was blown up. Few people survived. This incident had a huge impact. At that time, the front page headline of the Leto Daily was about this for a week."
Lu Fenghan listened and said: "Continue."
"Later, he was admitted to the military academy in Leto and joined the military according to the procedures. His superior was a lieutenant colonel named Deson, who always promoted Weiss. When Deson was transferred to the front, Weiss naturally followed his superior to join the expeditionary force. It is easy to accumulate military merits at the front, and Weiss's rank rose faster than that of ordinary soldiers. Now he is a lieutenant colonel. About three months ago, Deson applied to be transferred back to Leto for retirement due to injury, but he died in a hovercraft accident just two months after returning to Leto."
"Hover car accident?"
"Yes, the official report said that the hovercraft's fully automatic operating system had a malfunction. But I guess it's more likely that the system was hacked. If someone wants him dead, he will definitely not survive."
Vincent sighed, "There are very few people who don't put hovercraft on full autopilot these days. It's so easy to kill someone by hacking into the operating system and faking an accident."
Lu Fenghan's gaze fell on Qi Yan who was looking for a book on the bookshelf - this person was one of the "very few" who always required manual control when driving.
"You can stop this line of Dyson. Since he is dead, all traces must have been cleared." Lu Fenghan thought for a few seconds, "Don't move again in the next few days, so as not to be noticed by those with ulterior motives."
"Yes," Vincent responded out of habit, and then he remembered, "Oh, I just happened to check the prayers."
"Pray?" Lu Fenghan's tone was somewhat dangerous.
Vincent had been Lu Fenghan's adjutant for three years, so he knew his boss' tone very well. He knew Lu Fenghan was unhappy, so he said quickly, "It was just a coincidence! I didn't mean anything else! But the results are a bit... strange."
Without waiting for Lu Fenghan to speak, Vincent continued quickly: "Qi Yan's information is very easy to find. He left Leto at the age of three and was sent to a very remote planet in the Messier region to live with his grandparents. Then he went to school and took exams step by step.
His information includes all his transcripts, medical records, purchase records, entertainment records, big and small, all in great detail. The same is true for his grandparents.”
Lu Fenghan's eyes moved slightly.
"Commander, you've figured it out, right? The military has been doing this kind of operation of deliberately making a person's information inconspicuous and detailed all the time."
Vincent was a little serious. "Besides, judging from the information, it is still unclear whether Qiyan's grandparents actually exist. If Qiyan was not taken care of by his grandparents, then who took care of him for the past ten years? And did Qiyan live in the Messier area, or did he always live somewhere else?"
"besides-"
"No need to check again." Lu Fenghan interrupted Vincent and habitually reached for his pocket, but didn't feel any cigarettes.
Vincent wanted to say something, but the words circled around his lips and he took them back.
He recalled that once when he was on an emergency mission at the front line in the Southern Cross Region, he was suspected of leaking military secrets.
In this case, the person with the highest rank on the scene had the power to execute him by shooting on the spot. The person with the highest rank at the time, who judged him to have leaked secrets, had just been transferred from Leto to the front line, and he did not get along well with Lu Fenghan.
He knelt on the ground, his hands cuffed behind his back, and thought he was going to die.
Unexpectedly, Lu Fenghan called via video.
The image was interfered by cosmic electromagnetic waves and was a little blurry, but it was still clear that Lu Fenghan's military uniform was a little wrinkled, he was leaning on the black metal gun barrel with one hand, his lips were curled, but his eyes were extremely cold.
He said word for word: "The lives of my men belong to me. Even if it's execution by shooting, I will do it myself. Otherwise, I will kill anyone who dares to kill him."
That is why many people would say that Lu Fenghan is a typical jungle animal, with a strong sense of territory and extremely protective of his people.
And Qi Yan had obviously been placed under his protection.
The people he protects are his.
No one has any say.
Too conceited, yet subservient.