"You, you, what are you doing in here? Don't come over here. Can you please go back to your seat? No one except administrators is welcome here. Don't, don't force me to complain to the principal. When the time comes, you..." Someone in the main control room looked at the person who suddenly appeared in the control room like a ghost, and couldn't help shaking. However, he still straightened his back as if to maintain his last bit of dignity and told the other party that he was not afraid.
Stark glanced at him and took another step closer to the control desk.
Seeing that the other party was clearly trying to intervene, Needle instinctively wanted to stop him, but he was frozen in place by the other party's cold eyes. Too scary... This man...
No, no, he is the mastermind, this is his home ground, how can I be afraid of this man? I have to find a way to drive him out quickly.
"you-"
"This screen... zoom in and take a look." The man ignored Dennis's threats, found the one he wanted among hundreds of split screens, and suddenly spoke.
Denis was stunned by the other party's sudden question:
The other party repeated it patiently, but had no intention of getting any closer to the console. Dennis then realized that the man might have approached just to find the image he was looking for more quickly.
Who is this person? This... He is not watching outside, but comes to the control panel to threaten the chief designer. Isn't he afraid that he will complain to the school or something
Hmm, looking at the uniform, I know he must be a rough guy from the combat department. He will definitely complain to the first graders later. And what is the commander-in-chief doing? Didn't he send people to guard this area? How come this guy can ignore them and walk into an empty place
But Dennis finally gave in. Forget it, let him watch if he wants. These soldiers always have this or that problem. As long as they don't break the rules, why not put up with it
Denis watched the other person's movements like a thief, to prevent him from touching the buttons on the console. But his worry was probably in vain. As soon as the other person saw the slightly enlarged wide-angle screen in the upper left corner, he focused all his attention on the screen and didn't pay any attention to the console.
Denis suddenly felt the cold and suffocating feeling that had just surrounded him suddenly disappear, as if it had never appeared, and he felt relaxed all over.
He was a man who didn't take a beating. Although he was afraid of this man, he couldn't help but feel a little curious. He was curious about why he came here. Did he just want to enlarge the screen for him to see
Denis: …
He now finally understood why this man had blocked his door before. It turned out to be because he had poked someone's precious student.
This man had actually been here before, so Dennis recognized him. And because of his amazing operation at the supply point, he was severely cursed by the other party.
Dennis knew that the other party came for a child from that team, but he was not sure which one it was, but it was not the one with the surname Zhou. Now he seemed to know who it was.
"Are you Captain Stark of the Eighth Legion?" Denis quickly identified the man and called out his identity accurately.
Stark did not deny it.
It turned out to be this person. Alas, after all this commotion, it ended up being about my colleague. What a coincidence.
The Eighth Legion was originally the backer of Beska Intermediate College, so naturally most of the teachers in the school came from this legion. Only a few came here to teach for different reasons or special assignments.
However, even such a large legion will still be divided into factions, and not everyone in the legion can know each other and work together. It all depends on their immediate superiors.
And it just so happened that Stark, Nielchi and Denis were all direct superiors, so the three of them were naturally true colleagues from the same faction.
However, Dennis was a civilian and had no official position, so he had almost no chance to meet Stark, so he naturally could not recognize each other's appearance. However, he knew that he had a captain named Stark who was a first-year class teacher at Beska Intermediate College, and thinking of the information of the top person, he was able to recognize the person.
It seems that his idea of complaining to the principal is going to fail. How dare Dennis provoke this person? Besides, they are all family members, so what would it look like if they killed each other...
"Are you here for this child? Don't worry, her leg should not be injured. As long as there is no further serious injury in the future, she will recover soon." As soon as Denis saw the other person, he knew what he was examining and evaluating.
Stark's eyes fell silently on Dennis who was laughing dryly. He didn't say anything, but made someone break out in a cold sweat, thinking... How scary! How come this guy is even scarier than the rumors say
He quickly changed the subject: "These little guys are really capable of making trouble. They can do anything that didn't happen. Just looking at this small group of them is enough... I really swear that I won't do any more tricks. I, I just want to train them, so please stop staring at me."
"Hey, eh, have you finished reading? Don't you want to read it for a while longer? Actually, you can..." But the other person disappeared like a gust of wind in the blink of an eye, without even looking back, and didn't even give Denis a chance to get close to him.
"… It seems that he is just here to check his injuries." Denis thought thoughtfully.
The screen in the control room is different from the one outside in that it has a wide angle and high definition. The other party probably came to the backstage to watch it because he was worried.
"Isn't this a calculation that I will never complain about him? He is indeed worthy of being the confidant, he is really a shrewd guy." Denis couldn't help but mutter, "I wanted to remind him to see if he could give me some convenience, anyway, the Metz family is also secretly endorsing it. Now that he is running so fast, who can I talk to? Forget it, I can only proceed according to the original plan. Don't blame me for being cruel when the time comes."
He glanced at the four-member team who were still recuperating on the spot, and as if wondering what he was thinking of, he smiled and restored the screen to its original size.
After confirming the status of each contestant, he looked at the overall data panel in the lower right corner.
—There are still ten hours and three minutes left before the end of the competition, and there are only 332 contestants left in the military professional competition. There are 51 official teams, 21 temporary teams of varying numbers, and 27 scattered contestants.
The first place on the list is Jiang Hui from the first class of the combat individual department, with a total personal score of 472 points, and currently belongs to the temporary team T186. The second place is Alec Holly from the combat individual department, with a personal score of 342 points, and belongs to the formal team R256. The third place is Clarence from the second class of the combat individual department, with a personal score of 296 points, and no team.
These are the top three in the current points standings. The situation is very clear, and the results are almost out, because there are not many contestants left in the arena, and there is not much room for them to operate.
But Dennis would not let the result be fixed so easily. The game was only one-third over, how could it end so quickly? Wouldn't that be unworthy of his reputation as a genius
The next phase is about to begin.