It is the weekend when the First Military Academy begins its holiday.
Some reporters who were squatting found that the principal of the First Military Academy, who rarely appeared in the public eye, actually appeared in the community where Wen Xiaoyun lived.
Even the principal of the First Military Academy came, and it seemed that Zhuang Zhou's decision to study at the First Military Academy was a certainty.
With Di Wen, the head of the First Army Corps, leading the rhythm on the Internet, many students of the First Military Academy are also top students from all over the country, and they are proud in some respects.
After Diwen brought the rhythm, many students also felt that their school was extremely sacred, and it was even more superior to be able to attend this school, giving people a strong sense of superiority.
Before the change, many military academy students wanted to join the Third Corps, so they supported everything Wen Xiaoyun did.
But now it's different. Wen Xiaoyun's mental power has been contaminated by radiation. He is no longer the head of the third legion before, and it is very likely that this position will not last long.
Since the third legion is not the best place to go, they naturally have to choose other legions, Diwen's first legion is a good choice, maybe it will be favored by Diwen!
As a student of the First Military Academy, Chen Jianxiang found that many students spontaneously organized a protest, and even planned to put up banners at the school gate to block people, so that the principal could not set a precedent!
Chen Jianxiang looked at the terminal, and there was a photo in his personal terminal, which was Zhuang Zhou's photo.
He looked at the innocent and harmless appearance of the young man, and when he heard them say that they were going to pull the banner, he was inexplicably a little unhappy: "This is unnecessary, right? It's just coming to school for a class."
When a classmate heard Chen Jianxiang say this, he said, "Chen Jianxiang, you must have worked hard to get admitted to this school, right? We have worked so hard to get admitted, he never even went to school before, just because he was admitted to this school. Can the generals come in like this without going through the examination?"
"That's right." Another student also said: "The powerful can't abuse their power like this."
After they finished speaking, they thought that Chen Jianxiang's father had something to do with the Third Army, and he must be helping the Third Army.
So he and the previous classmate looked at each other and walked away with some disdain.
Chen Jianxiang was angry, but his roommate comforted him: "Forget it, don't have common knowledge with them."
Chen Jianxiang said coldly: "These people really know how to cross rivers and demolish bridges. Back then, they were eager to join the Third Army, and they all regarded Admiral Wen as their gods. Now... hehe."
"It's good to get used to it, but I think you really have to think about it. Are you really planning to go to the Third Army? It's hard to say whether Admiral Wen can stay in the Third Army now. It's a bit related to the master, but I think the development of the Third Army in the future will definitely not be as good as the other ones, so aren't you afraid that you won't be able to reuse it after you go to the Third Army?"
Chen Jianxiang said, "My dad is in the Third Army, where can I go?"
"Yes." The roommate patted him on the shoulder: "Then you can figure it out yourself."
His roommates did not persuade him much. Unlike Chen Jianxiang, he did not have such a relationship at home, and it all depended on his own efforts.
Chen Jianxiang lowered his head and glanced at the photo on the terminal again. Is Zhuang Zhou really not the man in the star coin mask? Then why did he think they were the same person at first...
At this moment, in Wen Xiaoyun's villa.
The principal of the First Military Academy, Delson, Gruen, and Gruen's apprentice Han Qingxiao sat on Wen Xiaoyun's sofa, all staring at Zhuang Zhou.
Delson pushed his glasses and smiled: "I didn't expect the little master to be you. To be honest, I always thought that Master Gruen was a lover, so I said this little master is very young..."
Because in his opinion, a master with such a powerful mecha-making technique can never be so young. The young man in Master Gruen's mouth may be forty or fifty years old.
I never imagined that Zhuang Zhou would look like he had just grown up.
If it wasn't for Gruen's guarantee, he really couldn't believe that the little master was the young man in front of him.
Gruen touched his beard and snorted triumphantly: "You think I am you, but there is always nothing in your mouth."
Delson didn't care about Gruen's slaughter, and confirmed again: "Mr. Zhuang Xiao, are you really willing to come to our No. 1 Military Academy to be a teacher?"
Zhuang Zhou sat up straight with his hands on his knees, and looked like a well-behaved student. Facing Delson's question, he was a little nervous: "Is it okay? I really haven't studied at Interstellar, so I don't know if I can. Teach well."
"Of course! It is an honor for us to be a teacher at our school." Delson stood up, bowed deeply to Zhuang Zhou, and said, "I welcome you on behalf of all the students and teachers, On behalf of the Empire, thank you for your generosity and selflessness."
Everyone knows that when Hong Shijun took the 100% energy radiation shielding device to participate in the mecha competition, many mecha manufacturers wanted to sign with him, but Hong Shijun did not refuse such a money-making opportunity.
Once this patent is handed over to the mecha manufacturer, each mecha can be sold for sky-high prices, but these mechas are still needed by interstellar people.
But now, Zhuang Zhou not only did not hand it over to any mecha manufacturer, but planned to go to school and teach this technology to all students, which means that all students who have learned this technology in the future can Manufacture of such energy devices.
His generosity and selflessness made Dellson deeply admired.
When Zhuang Zhou heard that he could really become a teacher, he breathed a sigh of relief and looked at Wen Xiaoyun.
Seeing that Xiaoyun was just looking at him, he raised his eyebrows and smiled: "I will also go to work every day from now on."
Wen Xiaoyun said, "I'll take you there."
"Uh-huh."
Seeing that the matter was settled, Gruen pushed Han Qingxiao forward and said, "Children, you have never been a teacher before, so there must be many things you don't understand, right? Otherwise, I will be your apprentice. The teaching assistant is ready, he has been a teacher and has experience, so you can ask him if you don't understand."
Zhuang Zhou hesitated: "But Mr. Han is a teacher now."
Wouldn't it be bad to let a teacher be his assistant
Han Qingxiao didn't even think about it: "I just quit my job, and now I'm unemployed."
Zhuang Zhou's eyes widened: "Have you resigned? What happened? Didn't you go to class yesterday?"
Principal Delson: Yes, that's a great question, I, the principal, didn't even know he resigned.
Han Qingxiao turned to the principal: "Resign now, principal, please allow me to resign, or allow me to apply for a transfer."
Zhuang Zhou: "..."
Principal Dellson pushed his glasses: "Mr. Han, you are a teacher of the mecha manufacturing department hired by the school at a high price. The salary of a teacher is different from that of a teaching assistant."
Han Qingxiao: "No salary, I'm obligated."
Delson showed a smile: "Assistant Han, you are welcome to rejoin the First Military Academy."
Zhuang Zhou: "..."
Can it be like this!
How deep is Han Qingxiao's obsession with wanting to be his apprentice!
That's how things settled.
As soon as the holidays were over, Zhuang Zhou was ready to go to the First Military Academy to be a teacher. Principal Delson moved quickly and had already completed all the entry procedures for him.
Han Qingxiao also came to Wen's house early and planned to pick up Zhuang Zhou to go to school together.
On the child's first day at work, Wen Xiaoyun originally wanted to send the child to work in person, but he was able to spend a two-person world with the child on the way, so he was destroyed by Han Qingxiao.
Staring at Wen Xiaoyun's expressionless gaze, Han Qingxiao pretended not to see it, and his tone was even more calm: "Mr. Zhuang, we are going."
"Come here!" Zhuang Zhou got on the hover car and waved to Wen Xiaoyun: "Hurry up, hurry up, we're going to be late!"
Wen Xiaoyun glanced at Han Qingxiao again.
Han Qingxiao continued to pretend that he didn't see it.
Wen Xiaoyun: "..."
Wen Xiaoyun got into the car expressionlessly and said to Zhuang Zhou, "Take my car tomorrow."
Zhuang Zhou has no problem. For him, it's the same in any car. Anyway, it's not as fast as he flew there~
When they reached the gate of the First Military Academy, from a distance, they saw a large group of people gathered at the gate of the school.
Wen Xiaoyun frowned slightly, and just wanted to stop Zhuang Zhou from getting off the bus, but the little God of Wealth had already jumped off.
"I'm going to be late! I can't be late again this time!"
When he started his internship as the God of Wealth, he was late and lost his way!
Never be late again this time!
East Road God of Wealth cannot make the same mistake twice!
When Zhuang Zhou got off the suspension car, all the reporters and students who had been waiting at the school gate rushed up and surrounded him.
"Mr. Zhuang, what do you think of the students of the First Military Academy uniting to protest your admission?"
"Mr. Zhuang, did you report to the school today? Did Admiral Wen really ask the principal to arrange you into the First Military Academy?"
"Mr. Zhuang..."
The reporter asked question after question.
And the military school students who united to protest suddenly projected an electronically projected virtual banner—
Get the trash out of the First Academy!
Get the trash out of the First Academy!
This sentence kept rolling in the air. In order to bring out the effect, it was still colorful and flashing. The font was especially large, so I was afraid that others would not see it.
"We don't welcome you!"
As if organized and disciplined, many students shouted.
Zhuang Zhou was immediately stunned.
He never thought that he would come to the school happily, and he was greeted with such malice.
There were still many students watching from afar. Seeing Zhuang Zhou's dazed look, he felt a little unbearable in his heart.
"He looks so pitiful, or we'll go over..."
"Shh, didn't you see that among those protesting students, there are many noble children who are backed by Duke Bolton and the First Army? We will join the Army in the future, so don't mess with them."
"But he didn't do anything wrong, he just wanted to go to school."
"All we can do is not protest against him with them."
"Ah! It smells like the future!"
When Zhuang Zhou was at a loss, a pair of big hands pulled him to his side, and the tall figure completely enveloped him.
Wen Xiaoyun went to that stop, and just saw the flying camera on Zhuang Zhou's face slowly retreating.
Wen Xiaoyun's aura is strong, even though everyone knows that his mental power is now contaminated by radiation and is not as strong as before, he is still involuntarily shocked by his aura.
"Ask me if you have any questions." Wen Xiaoyun said lightly: "The basic courtesy of being a person is to keep a distance, you don't understand?"
The reporter was embarrassed and took a few steps back involuntarily.
One of the protesting students suddenly shouted: "General Wen, we respect you, but you can't abuse your power!"
This seems to be the beginning of a rhythm. After the voice shouted, many students realized what they were here for.
"That's right! Admiral Wen, the First Military Academy is a place for cultivating talents. Every student who is admitted to the First Military Academy is a genius selected from ten thousand people from all over the country. No one knows how much effort we have put in to get into the school. If because you are an admiral, you can arbitrarily arrange a rubbish who has not read a book into the school, then isn’t our efforts a joke?!”
"If more and more people follow your actions in the future, will the First Military Academy still have real talents? Are the people trained by the First Military Academy still truly outstanding?!"
When Wen Xiaoyun heard the word 'waste', a cold light flashed in his eyes, and he looked straight at the speaker.
Seeing Wen Xiaoyun's gaze, the man seemed a little guilty, but considering that there were so many students around, how could Wen Xiaoyun still take him as a student
Wen Xiaoyun said slowly: "What's your name?"
Relying on Wen Xiaoyun's fear of doing something to himself, the man said, "I can't change my name, I can't change my surname, my name is Zhang Jun, a second-year mecha manufacturing student!"
Just as Wen Xiaoyun was about to say something, he heard the child Zhuang Zhou suddenly say, "I wrote it down."
Wen Xiaoyun turned his head to look at him, and saw Zhuang Zhou take a step forward, his thin and small body looked so weak, but inexplicably gave him a firm tenacity.
Zhuang Zhou turned his back to Wen Xiaoyun, raised his chest, and faced everyone: "Is there anyone who doesn't welcome me?"
In the face of Zhuang Zhou, a weak animal that looked like a little sheep, the protesting students naturally did not have the same respect for Wen Xiaoyun, and even disdain in their eyes.
Wouldn't he have grown a little better, with Wen Xiaoyun covering him, without Wen Xiaoyun, what is he
Zhuang Zhou said, "It doesn't matter if you don't say anything."
He could feel the malice radiating from these people.
He turned to Wen Xiaoyun, strangely calm: "Wen Xiaoyun, you help me write down their identities, including their families and their close friends, one by one."
When Wen Xiaoyun heard this, the anger in his heart slowly dissipated, revealing an imperceptible smile: "Okay."
Hearing what Zhuang Zhou said, someone sneered: "What? You still want Admiral Wen to use his power to retaliate against us?"
Zhuang Zhou ignored them because he saw Principal Delson.
As soon as Principal Delson arrived at the school, he heard about the incident at the school gate, his face changed, and he hurried over.
It was just too late, and Zhuang Zhou seemed to be angry.
Principal Delson was deeply afraid that this little master would be angry and would not teach at the First Military Academy, but ran to other schools, or even other countries, and hurriedly greeted him: "What are you doing! Back off for me! "
As soon as Delson came, the principal's majesty was revealed, and the students had to retreat first, but still did not forget to say to Delson: "Principal, please stop..."
However, before he finished speaking, he was scolded by Delson: "Shut up for me! What do you know, Teacher Zhuang is here to be a teacher!"
Hearing this, everyone was stunned.
Those protesting students had a bad feeling in their hearts.
To be a teacher
Is the principal kidding
He is a person who has never read a book and has just learned to speak Interstellar Language. He seems to be even younger than them, to be a teacher for them? !
Is the principal crazy, or they are crazy, otherwise how could they hear such words!
Delson didn't care about these people, and quickly apologized to Zhuang Zhou: "Mr. Zhuang, I'm really sorry for letting you encounter such a thing when you first came to school."
Zhuang Zhou didn't speak, but asked Wen Xiaoyun, "Have you remembered everything?"
Wen Xiaoyun looked not far away, someone made a gesture to him, Wen Xiaoyun withdrew his gaze: "I remember it all, there will be no shortage of one."
Hearing what the two of them said, Delson felt bad in his heart. Looking at the protesting students, there were more than 50 people, and some families were also powerful.
Daleson got angry, caught them and continued to scold: "Do you know what you're doing? It's an honor for Mr. Zhuang to come to our First Military Academy as a teacher! You think anyone can make it. Stream of consciousness mecha? Do you think anyone can make a 100% energy radiation shielding device? If you can, I will make you a teacher too! You can be a professor or a principal! Only Teacher Zhuang can, he It's the 'little master'! If I can invite him to be a teacher, I, the principal, will burn high incense!!"
A group of little bastards, they are really going to piss him off!
The headmaster cursed so loudly that everyone was stunned.
Even the students who didn't dare to come forward, who were watching from a distance, widened their eyes.
What did the principal say
Is Zhuang Zhou the legendary little master who can create stream-of-consciousness mechas? !
how can that be!
Isn't he an illiterate who has never been to kindergarten!
How could he be a little master!
However, would the principal openly joke about such a thing
In addition, it is said that the little master has an excellent relationship with the Third Army. He has produced several radiation-free robots for the Third Army, and has also repaired and evolved Wen Xiaoyun's mecha Vos!
But no one has ever seen this little master enter or leave the Third Army! No one knows who he is!
So... it was Zhuang Zhou? !
Facing everyone's shocked gazes, Zhuang Zhou just said calmly: "Principal Delson, I don't want them to listen to my classes in the future, as well as the mechas I make, my technology, and the energy I make in the future. The installation, they and their family…”
"Don't even think of one."
The author has something to say: PS—
Zhuang Zhou: I'm super angry, and I'm super fierce when I get angry!
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