It was a sunny day, and although the fierce battle was raging on Dunk Island, thousands of miles away, and there were unexpected uncontrollable forces, Tianying carried out intense operations for this, mobilizing all the forces at his disposal to deal with the matter, but these did not interfere with the peace and tranquility of Tianying's campus, and the students continued to be nervous and happy on campus.

Prisoner Zhong and Kane had been living on Tianying's campus for a few days, and the tension between them and Tianying had begun to fade.

Perhaps due to the campus atmosphere, the wrinkles on the faces of Zhong and Kane seem to be much less. However, there was a faint cloud of unsolvable melancholy on Kane's eyebrows.

In the morning, Prisoner Zhong and Kane had breakfast in the cafeteria, and the two walked side by side on the tree-lined avenues of the campus. At this time, the students were all sitting in the classroom to study, only a few scattered students who were out for some reason stayed on the playground, and the lively basketball court became extremely deserted at the moment.

Seeing all this in his eyes, Zhong Jian couldn't help but smile and said: "No matter what society gives the campus a lot of noise, there will always be the purest youthful atmosphere floating here. Whew, youth is really beautiful. ”

Kane didn't like to express his feelings as much as Prisoner Zhong, but he nodded sympathetically at the moment.

Zhong Jian tapped his head with his knuckles and said, "How many students are there in our class?"

"Five hundred and forty-seven. Kane replied without hesitation.

"Haha, that's right! That's the number, five hundred and forty-seven! Hey, in a blink of an eye, so many years have passed, and my memory has deteriorated a lot, and I can't remember this number just by mouth. ”

Kane, who was on the side, poked mercilessly and said: "Back then, your mecha structure subject was the worst, and you were almost dropped out of school because of it, and from this point of view, your memory has always been not very good. ”

Prisoner Zhong coughed awkwardly when he heard this, but fortunately he was familiar enough with Kane that this little thing was quickly dismissed.

"It's really shameless...", Prisoner Zhong muttered, looking at his embarrassed appearance, Kane's face showed a long-lost smile.

"Schadenfreude," Prisoner Zhong muttered again, his eyes beginning to blur, as if he had fallen into a long-lost memory.

"At the beginning, I was the tail of the crane for the mecha structure, and the first place was... Brother Myron... Hehe, Brother Miron at that time was really an outstanding genius and a girl idol in one..."

Thinking of his brother's time, Kane nodded in a trance.

"It's a pity, if it weren't for back then—" Zhong Prisoner sighed, and he didn't say anything else, because there was no need to say it anymore.

The dead are like this, and the empty ones are missed.

Kane also looked elsewhere, perhaps with the remnants of his brother's youth.

Zhong Jian said: "How many of the five hundred and forty-seven graduates are still alive now?"

Kane said in a deep voice, "Three years ago, there was a small investigation inside the Templar, and there are less than two hundred and ten people left. ”

"Three years... Two hundred and one...", the prisoner repeated the two numbers, and finally let out an exclamation.

"Then there should be less than two hundred people now..."

Kane was silent, apparently acknowledging the Prisoner's claims.

"With a mortality rate of more than 60 percent, there are few professions that can endanger us even if they are not thought of as well. The average annual mortality rate has been decreasing over time, but it's been a good couple of years, and it's been a good time to know that someone is leaving. Unlike the years when I first graduated, I couldn't accept this kind of news at all. Are we getting used to it or are we becoming numb, you say?"

"Is there any difference between the two?" said Kane coldly.

"It makes no difference. Zhong Prisoner said regretfully.

After a while, Zhong Jian sighed with emotion: "Tianying has given us the best blood and youth, and we have also given our blood and life to this land and country. Is it worth sacrificing for all of this, you say?"

Kane said, "It's worth it for the sake of faith!"

Zhong Jian smiled heartily: "Our youth, our life, no regrets." ”

…

When the prisoner and Kane walked to the back half of the campus, a tall stone monument appeared in front of them.

In front of the monument, with his back to the two, stood an old man with gray hair.

Seeing the white hair, Kane's face immediately changed, and many complicated expressions welled up in his eyes.

Sensing Kane's strangeness, the prisoner reached out and patted him on the shoulder.

"You go somewhere else. ”

Kane stopped talking, and finally only nodded weakly.

After Kane left, the prisoner walked slowly behind the white-haired old man and gave a deep salute with a serious eye.

"Teacher. ”

A teacher is not the same as a professor. The professor is just an honorific title, and the teacher is like a father.

White-haired looked at the call to the bell prisoner and ignored it, but continued to quietly look at the monument in front of him. Seeing that the white-haired old man did not answer, the Zhong prisoner, who had always been lively and frivolous, did not have the slightest carelessness and presumptuousness, and still stood respectfully behind him, waiting quietly.

After a long time, the white-haired old man spoke: "Everyone in the world respects me as a wise teacher, saying that my disciples are all over the world, and the reason why Tsukishima and the world have today's appearance is influenced by me. ”

This seemingly arrogant evaluation would inevitably be considered arrogant if it came out of the mouth of others, but when it came out of the mouth of a white-haired old man, it would not make people disagree at all, and even feel that he was modest.

“… But I am also the most failed teacher in the world. The white-haired old man's voice trembled a little.

"Whatever the teacher says, even people who disagree with you will not deny your contribution. Prisoner Zhong said reverently.

The white-haired old man ignored the prisoner's reassurance and stretched out his hand to the monument in front of him.

"It's engraved with the names of my students!"

Silence.

The breeze that was still blowing just now suddenly stopped at the old man's voice.

"It's fate," Zhong Prisoner said after a long time.

The white-haired old man turned his head and looked at the prisoner Zhong with a pair of clear and wise eyes, and then at the empty place beside him.

"Kane, he..."

"Kane, he has his problems. Prisoner Zhong hurriedly explained.

The white-haired old man nodded.

"I understand. With that, the white hair looked at the monument again.

"Kane blames me, hates me and even wants to kill me, I admit it. ”

Zhong said, "You know Kane won't be difficult to do. ”

That's why I feel even more guilty about him. ”

"Kane, he won't blame you...", Prisoner Zhong wanted to continue explaining something.

"Kane blames me, if nothing else, without Myron's name on it, he will blame me for the rest of his life. ”

The prisoner was silent.

On the monument erected by Tianying for the students who died, there is no name of Myron, who died for Tsukishima, which is very incredible.

But who can say what happened ten years ago?