Four hundred and fifty-two, afraid or not (page 1/1)

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Ying Zheng and Germanium Peng are at the head of the line, and it is already an interstellar time.

There are only four staff members in charge of the audit, one is responsible for the information of the income team, one is responsible for taking care of the new students to carefully put the collected items on the teleporter, one is responsible for the normal operation of the equipment, and the other sits in front of the optical brain table, looks at the data scanned on the optical brain, and waits for the items to be scanned, sorts out the data, and outputs the review results.

Although there are not many people, in the highly mechanized interstellar, this has already shown that the academy takes it enough.

All the plants were bagged and placed on the conveyor individually.

The numbers on the electronic screen beat again and again with each scan, from tens to hundreds, and then to hundreds, which is unusually long.

The man on the other side who watched Ying Zheng put the vacuum bag on the teleporter pushed the glasses on the bridge of his nose, for so long, few people were so impatient.

The freshmen who came in front of them seemed to have spent all their patience in the queue, and although they knew that the speed of the review was none of the staff's business, they couldn't help but urge them.

Ying Zheng is indeed patient, and Germanium Peng, who is standing behind her, does not dare to urge her.

The man looked at it for a while, and then thought about talking: "Your team has good results...... Is the training still hard?"

Ying Zheng's brows moved slightly, and he raised his eyes: "Fortunately, if the training is not tiring, what is the purpose of the academy?"

The man was slightly stunned, and a slight light appeared in the eyes behind the glasses, reflecting on the lenses, intertwined with the light, making it impossible to see the look in his eyes, but the upturned curvature of the corners of his mouth could be clearly seen.

"You're funny. "Not everybody can get to the bottom of it, just like they can't understand why they're being asked to do a collection of genealogy in the Tibetan ......."

"You look up to me, and I don't understand it. Ying Zheng didn't give face at all, and replied directly, "My major is mecha, not botany." ”

The man looked at her with a pale face, not as if he was mocking, but he also changed the topic smartly, and the number on the electronic screen had jumped to one thousand, so he smiled: "Of the more than sixty teams that have passed the trial today, there are less than ten of the thousands of types collected, according to the calculations of previous years, this number can at least enter the top 100...... I mean solo rankings. ”

What's more, with Yingzheng's posture of constantly digging out, there are definitely more than this thousand.

The man waited quietly to see Yingzheng's reaction, the previous topic was wrong, and the things that were directly related to their future development could not still be calm.

Ying Zheng really reacted, and his brows, which had moved slightly, were raised.

"Don't talk too much, it's rude. ”

As soon as these words came out, several staff members present were shocked.

Germanium Peng swallowed the words that were about to be spoken, and replied to Ying Zheng's eyes: "Okay, I don't talk much, big brother." ”

He was indeed a little excited when he heard the man's words, a thousand kinds into the top hundred, a thousand kinds is what, they have a total of three thousand kinds!

Isn't it amazing?

Afraid or not!

The man in glasses squinted suspiciously.

A second ago, he thought that the other party's words were aimed at him, and his heart was on fire, but when he saw her looking at germanium Peng behind him, the fire in his heart was extinguished instantly, but his heart was still burning in a panic.

Being able to predict and warn others before they say it, it can be seen that there is tacit understanding, and it can be regarded as a skill.

But what did Germanium Peng want to say, the man with glasses was unexpectedly interested, his eyes wandered between the two for a while, and he put his eyes on the electronic screen again-

Damn, 1200+!

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