"But I'm not here to see you two today." Jeremiah's eyes turned to Ansel, "I'm here to see this little guy today."
"Ah?" Ans Aier blinked in confusion and pointed at himself. "Are you talking about me?"
He really couldn't figure out why a big shot like Jeremiah would come specifically to find him
"Is there a fourth person here?" Jeremiah asked cheerfully.
"Dean, can you tell me what you have to do with Ans?" DeWitt hesitated and asked.
"Ah, don't be so nervous." Jeremiah smiled, "It's about this entrance examination..."
About assessment? DeWitt frowned and asked tentatively: "Is it because Ans's grades are too poor?"
No, Ans should be able to live quite easily with his mental strength? Besides, just this kind of thing shouldn’t be worth it
"No, no, no, why do you think so?" Jeremiah glanced at him in surprise, then dropped a bombshell calmly. "On the contrary, he couldn't have performed any better. Even Albert, who is currently the best in the academy, was defeated by him."
DeWitt is giddy with this bombshell.
Albert, he knew this man. It is said that he is currently the most outstanding student in the academy, and is said to be the person closest to the original Garfiel. He has completely reached the level of their golden generation. That guy's strength is only a little bit inferior to him.
Doesn't it mean that his younger brother's strength in the virtual world is similar to his, or even slightly surpassed? When he thought of this, DeWitt felt quite shocked.
Although he knew that 3S's mental power was abnormal, DeWitt never expected that he could be so abnormal. For a moment, the way he looked at Garfiel and Ansel changed.
They are simply not human, two perverts…
Garfiel had known about this for a long time, but he didn't show any surprise. His eyes were always on Ansel, but when Jeremiah said this, there was a bit of pride on his face.
My wife-in-law is so great, just like me back then!
After hearing what Jeremiah said, Ansel quickly remembered who Albert was in Jeremiah's mouth. After all, such a difficult opponent is quite impressive.
What... That guy is actually the most outstanding student at St. Mia College right now? Why would such a person appear in the assessment... Ans Aier was a little confused at the moment.
He just wanted to go to school quietly, but now it seems that... he can't. If the person he was thinking of was really the so-called Albert.
"Little guy, are you willing to become a student of Saint Mia College?"
There have been cheating incidents in the past where the assessment results caused a sensation in the entire college, but when they went back to look for them, they disappeared. Therefore, as soon as there is a good idea, the college will negotiate in advance.
There is no doubt that Ans Aier is undoubtedly the most dazzling star in this assessment, overshadowing the others.
"But, my physical level is only F, will the dean still be willing to accept me?" The upright boy had no intention of hiding his shortcomings.
Anyway, Jeremiah would know about this sooner or later, especially if he did something so arrogant and eye-catching. Rather than wait until then for the incident to come to light, it would be better to make it clear to him now.
Although he really wanted to enter St. Mia College to further his studies, Ans Aier didn't want to go to the extent of relying on deceit and concealment to get in.
The young man with delicate appearance looked directly at the majestic elder in front of him and seriously talked about his shortcomings. His eyes were as clear and translucent as fine amethyst.
DeWitt looked at his upright brother with a slightly tangled expression on his face, feeling both happy and sad at the same time.
Fortunately, Ans told this matter, otherwise he would probably be hated by Ans if he opened his mouth.
However, Ansi is so simple, what should he do if he is deceived by those coquettish bitches outside who have so many twists and turns in their hearts? The good brother who was worried that the whole world would hurt his precious brother started to worry again.
"I know this." Jeremiah's wise blue eyes smiled, and the smile on his face became more loving. Honest children are always lovable, "After all, this happened when you were born. But it went viral for a while.”
"Little guy, are you relieved now?"
"Yes, Mr. Dean, I am willing to become a member of St. Mia College. The glory of the college is my glory." The young man responded excitedly. His beautiful eyes seemed to carry the stars, and the stars were dotted. beauty.
DeWitt watched the development of this matter and wailed in his heart. He should have known better, how could Jeremiah not know about this. There was quite a lot of trouble in the imperial aristocratic circle back then.
But what does it matter... Looking at the young man with a bright smile, the brigadier general's eyes were full of warmth. It was the first time in so many years that he saw Ans so happy. The worst he could do was go home and be repaired by his father, as long as Ans was happy.
"Come on, I believe you can do it." He patted Ansel on the shoulder with a smile, and Jeremiah's smile deepened. Found a good idea!
It doesn’t matter if the physical level is low, the mecha manufacturing department likes this type of genius the most. Finally, there is another evil genius who is good at mecha making in the academy! The abacus in the old fox's heart was ringing.
But he didn't expect that his protégé would try to snatch someone away from him as soon as he opened his mouth.
"Since Ansel is about to enroll, he has to choose a major. Our college is famous for its combat-oriented talents. What about, do you want to choose the practical department?" Garfiel introduced, smiling where Ansel couldn't see it. As cunning as a fox.
What he teaches is the mecha combat system.
"Hey, is that okay?" Ans Aier looked a little moved.
"Of course! You are the well-deserved first place in this assessment. As usual, you can choose any department you want~" The admiral's already alluring voice was now deliberately coaxing, and his tone His tone was gentle, like the big bad wolf who abducted Little Red Riding Hood.
The prey is coming into the net. The cunning hunter held his breath.
"Then I..." He was about to nod.
"No!"×2
Ansel, who was suddenly interrupted, shrank subconsciously, and then looked curiously at the two people who made the sound.
"Eh? Why?"
"Ahem, um..." Feeling two pairs of eyes looking at him, the old kid coughed twice to cover up his embarrassment. He is so old, but he is as excited as a young man. Before he could quickly bring up the topic, the young man next to him choked first.
"Ans, you can't go to the Practical Combat Department!" As if his brother was worried, DeWitt pointed at Garfield and blurted out without hesitation, "This beast is the professor of the Practical Combat Department. I'm afraid he will use his power for personal gain and do what he did to you again." Kind of something!"
"Beast?" →The dean who doesn't know what happened before.
Devitt, who spoke without thinking, looked at the murderous look from his dark-faced friend Jun, and felt a little regretful. He had never thought about the fact that the combat system was too strong for Omega, so he said this out of nowhere.
But then after thinking about the previous indecent incident, DeWitt became righteous again.
What are you looking at? You are not happy when you are called a beast. If you do that to a minor (interstellar law stipulates that you are an adult only when you are fifty), you are already a beast!
Ansel turned his head and glanced at Garfiel. The handsome admiral showed him a (crossed out) lustful (crossed out) bright and evil smile.
Ans Aier felt like all the alarms in his body were ringing.
"... Well, I, I'd better think about it again."
The duck that reached the beak flew away. The admiral, who felt very heartbroken, gave the culprit a few hard blows again, but the culprit glared back confidently.
"Yes, that's it." Although he didn't know what happened, it obviously didn't prevent the dean, who had lived for so many years and had become an adult, from climbing along the melon vines. "Our Saint Miya College, in addition to the actual combat department being famous among the stars, the mecha manufacturing department is also quite famous."
Ans Ayer must not go to the actual combat department. If he knew that he asked Ans Ayer to go to the practical department with a high risk factor, Miriam would definitely not give up.
Only Jeremiah, who was quite senior and was Miriam's former mentor, dared to call the powerful marshal of the empire a brat. Others were speechless when they found out.
Moreover, Jeremiah and Miriam had a private quarrel. If Ansel passed the test, Jeremiah would transfer him to a department with a high safety factor.
The most important point is that a genius with such outstanding mental power must of course stay in his own department. Jeremiah, who is very strong but is actually better at making mechas, smiles meaningfully, and he also has some selfish motives.
"The mecha manufacturing department is pretty good." DeWitt touched his chin and nodded in agreement. It's far away from Garfield and the safety factor is high.
Although it is a military academy, even those in the mecha manufacturing department must have combat capabilities, and there are many people who have always been strong and good at mecha manufacturing.
However, the mecha manufacturing department is focused on making mechas after all, and the risk is obviously much better than the hard-working actual combat department, which has to be thrown to remote planets from time to time to upgrade the Zerg.
Using the example of Ancient Earth, the mecha manufacturing department is a group of IT men who spend their daily lives playing with computers, while the mecha combat department is the sports department and is trained like a dog by the coach every day. One uses brainpower and the other uses physical strength. They are not the same type at all.
"Then let's go to the mecha manufacturing department." Ans Aier thought for a while and said nonchalantly. Now that the actual combat department has been ruled out, there is nothing else he wants to go to. It seems that no matter what you choose, it will be the same. And making mechas sounds quite interesting.
"Then it's settled." Jeremiah and DeWitt looked at each other, both seeing the satisfaction in the other's eyes.
"Yeah." Ans Aier nodded.
As for the dissenting general, he has been completely reduced to a background.
Tsk, forget it. He had expected that DeWitt would not give him the opportunity to be so close to his young fiancée. Anyway, in the same academy, he always has a chance. Glancing at the two foxes, one old and one young, who had reached an agreement, Garfiel shrugged indifferently.
His young fiancée didn't seem to have a very good impression of him, and it was time for him to plan how to make him let down his guard. With light flowing in his black pupils, Garfiel looked at the charming smile of the little lamb who didn't know he was being targeted.