After the two of them looked at each other in silence for a while, the flat-headed man still gave Cook a detailed explanation of the class mixed competition.

In Emperor Star High School, there are three classes composed of Aliens, namely E-306, D-219 and C-017, of which E-306, which is Cook's current class, is the youngest class among the three classes, belonging to the category of first-year students, while D-219 and C-017 are second-year and third-year students respectively.

The so-called class mixed confrontation competition is to disassemble all the students in the three classes, and the students themselves find partners to form a three-person team, and then compete with other teams, and finally the top three teams can represent the school in the national competition.

But...... Although it is a disrupted class, senior students rarely find first-year students to form a team, after all, most first-year students are weak and do not have a high degree of fit, and it is a mystery whether they can smoothly release their abilities or stabilize their abilities.

Basically, only those crane tail seniors who don't learn and have no skills on weekdays and are unmotivated will invite some good-looking seniors among the first-year students to form a team with the psychology of bubble girls.

Of course, there are also many first-year students who will form their own teams with luck or the mentality of learning.

And he, Cook, if he wants to participate in the national competition, must get the top three results in this class competition.

Why haven't I heard anything before? Isn't this a pit person! I'm a newcomer who has just entered the school, how can someone ask me to form a team! What's more, tomorrow is the class competition, and I guess the team has already been formed!

The corners of Cook's mouth twitched, revealing a stinky face that owed him a sum of money all day, he really couldn't understand this Teacher Afra now, and he didn't arrange it in advance to find someone to come over to do something?

"Uh, Bell, have you ever formed a team?" asked Cook exhausted at the flat-headed boy, who had been talking for so long, he already knew what this guy's name was.

Although this guy looks very unreliable, and even looks a little cheap, he is also a living person, and he is also a stranger, and he can be invited to join the team, right?

He can only catch one mouse now, and for the sake of the national competition, what can he do if he sacrifices a little!

"No, I don't have the leisure to participate in this competition. Bell touched his big flat head with a happy expression, he just liked the feeling of his short hair pricking his hands.

"That's a great chance to be selected for the national competition! Don't you want to be impressed?" Cook asked again through gritted teeth, very unwillingly.

"No...... National Contest...... You just have to sign up on the website to participate, right?" Bell suddenly said the shocking fact, and Cook's eyes were about to pop out.

That's right, then you just need to sign up, and participate in a fart class competition!

Hmm? So what is this class competition for? Isn't that a big move? Cook blinked his big eyes, and was stunned by the magic of this school.

"So, what's going on with the top three teams in the school, doesn't that mean they're going to represent the school?" Cook couldn't help but ask.

"Oh, that's it, it's just that it's going to give them some benefits, the top three teams will be eligible for the ability items, and because of their own strength, the school has the most hope for them. Bell explained again to Cook.

This time, Cook understood everything, and the school wanted to maximize the use of resources.

After all, the ability items are very special, and if you don't manage them well and put some dangerous ability items on the market at will, the empire will probably be in chaos a long time ago.

Therefore, the ability items that can be bought in the market on weekdays are convenient for daily life, and cannot be used for any dangerous purposes at all.

Of course, some special institutions can buy those special ability items, and the school is one of them, so presumably the ability items allocated at that time are all beneficial to the competition.

In this way, he is also a lot more relieved, as long as it does not affect his participation in the national competition, other trivial matters have nothing to do with him.

Finally, after Cook and Bell had another small talk, the bell rang for the second period.

The second class was a Chinese class, which was not as interesting as the previous class on the supernatural ability of Teacher Afra, and the whole lesson was unremarkable, like a pool of stagnant water, without the slightest wave, so the students in the class yawned surprisingly frequently.

Chinese. Looking at the familiar words written on the blackboard, Cook's eyes gradually loosened, as if he had fallen into a long memory, his expression was dull, but with a warm and soft warm smile.

There are three places in his home, one from which he has completely escaped, one where he is currently standing, and one ...... It no longer exists, leaving only a temple tomb.

If all the time is only connected by possible fragments, then there must be a fragment in which the teacher is still alive...... But that fragment will never come to the world I live in.

Teacher, students are here, and I just hope you are well. Cook slowly closed his eyes, his quiet mind was no longer chaotic, as if he had been cut off from the world, and although he was here, he was alone.

……

When the second lesson ended, Cook didn't know, and if it weren't for Bell's reminder, he might still be immersed in his own world until now.

Cook pushed open the door to the teacher's office, his eyes scanned around a few times, and when he saw the teachers, he leaned slightly in salute, and then went directly to the desk where Teacher Afra was.

Because of her petite stature, Afra is as conspicuous as a child in the middle of a crowd of adults, so it's not very difficult to find.

"Teacher, did you ask me to come over before?" Cook asked directly as he approached Afra's side, he hadn't forgotten what Afra had told him earlier.

"It's about your other two teammates. Afra turned her swivel chair and looked at Cook, gesturing with her pen to the door.

Cook turned his head back in confusion, and saw that at the door of the office, two students had just entered, a man and a woman.

The man's face is very cold, and he has a fiery red curly hair, his sharp and cold eyes have not changed in the slightest even when he makes eye contact with the teachers around him, and there is a little dazzling light flashing in his left ear.

Another girl, with cold eyes comparable to the boy, a beautiful black hair casually fluttering to her waist like a waterfall, a straight nose and slightly reddened pink cheeks, adding a lot of color to the cold temperament exuded by her body.

Both of them glanced at Cook briefly, and then walked straight to Teacher Afra.

"Teacher, is there anything wrong with you?" the cold boy asked lightly in a rather casual tone without taking out his hands in his pockets when he walked up to Afra.

"Call the two of you to come over, just for you to meet the third member. Afra didn't mind his casual attitude, and slapped Cook on the back and pushed Cook out slightly.

"Huh?" When the girl heard Afra's words, she suddenly showed a strange expression, shouted very exaggeratedly, glanced at Cook with disgust, and said disdainfully: "Teacher, I can team up with Sheryl, it's already very good for your face, but what's the matter with this guy? A first-grade kid?"

Afra seemed to be accustomed to the girl's arrogant attitude, and only continued lightly: "He's a first-year freshman, but so what? His fit is higher than that of both of you. ”

Hearing this, the two of them frowned tightly, and after Sheryl's cold gaze stared at Cook's body for a while, he sneered disdainfully: "So what, everyone is at the top, even if he is high, how high can he go." ”

"That's right, teacher, isn't it too superficial for you to judge everyone by their fit. The arrogant woman also sneered in agreement, completely ignoring Cook on the side.

"You are already an 18-year-old senior in high school, if you are really so arrogant and think that you are a genius, can you please advance to the second order as soon as possible?"

Sure enough, after this sentence, the original arrogant and complacent expressions of the two disappeared in an instant, and were replaced by grim resentment on their faces, and Afra mentioned the place that they couldn't mention in their hearts!

"Teacher, be cautious when you speak. Sheryl's cold eyes wrapped around Afra's body, like a sinister cold viper, staring closely at her prey and spitting out snake letters.

"There's no need, when I'm your age, I'm already a second-order, and you won't have any chance to surpass me in the future, so don't think about revenge. Afra's faint words once again aroused the arrogant self-esteem of the two, and the red-haired man's clenched fists creaked, and the bones were pinched white.

"Teacher, these two unscrupulous clowns are my teammates?" At this time, Cook also smiled evilly and looked at the two of them mockingly.

"I hate to admit it, but sadly, it does. Afra said indifferently again, and the undisguised and explicit sarcasm of the two singing and harmonizing had already made the two of them look crazy.

"Boy, where do you have the right to speak?" the red-haired man turned his head, the cold glint in his eyes that made the mockery in Cook's eyes even stronger.

Cook stepped forward, undisguised his explicit bloodthirsty killing intent, his dark and deep eyes were like being covered with layers of red hot blood, both dark and deep, and cold and killing, the cold chill that slowly overflowed around his body was like a pale hand bone sticking out of a pool of blood, grasping at Sheryl's beating heart little by little, which made Sheryl suddenly retreat in horror.

How can an ignorant student who can only be complacent in the school compare to a bloody ghost who has been bloodied in countless ways?

"Cook!" Afra shouted abruptly, drinking Cook out of his previous evil state, she looked at Cook with a solemn expression for a long time, and then finally said slowly, "Since none of you are convinced of the other, let's compete with each other, and the winner is king." ”