574 Hanging Island

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"Hmm!"

The roof of the building that morning was like a wall knock, but in fact, Mu Qian was too aggressive, forcing Wen Yu to the iron gate on the roof.

"Then, shall we go back first?" Wen Yu asked in a low voice.

Mu Qian, who was already thinking about the specific school-running philosophy and enrollment process, nodded, and he rarely showed a serious look, but today he was particularly profound.

Wen Yu turned around and ran into the staircase, and the preparatory bell rang, waking Mu Qian up from his contemplation.

"Yes, this system of classes also needs to be preserved, but it is better to use the university credit system. ā€

Mu Qian muttered to himself, the bell or something is too monotonous with this single 'jingle bell', you can use the short howl of the bull demon when it is in heat, that sound makes people, ah no, it makes the demon very excited.

When he walked back to the classroom, Mu Qian stepped directly into the back door, and Wen Yu, who was deliberately a few steps behind, deliberately went around to the front door to enter.

This is very deliberate, her words and deeds are in the students' mobile phone shooting, but because the color high school prohibits the use of the Internet, so it is not quickly brewing.

However, this kind of trivial matter is not worth mentioning at all compared to the big thing that Mu Qian is thinking about.

Class!

Ren Ying contacted Mu Qian before, saying that she had a more important meeting to hold this morning, and she would bring food at noon.

The point is to bring food over.

In the morning, Mu Qian sometimes pondered inexplicably, and sometimes wrote and drew in his notebook.

Wen Yu in the last row couldn't help but look up and peek at all kinds of things, causing the students in the class to be interested in what Mu Qian wrote and painted.

During the class, the teachers also expressed concern about Mu Qian's sudden abnormal reaction, and they thought that Mu Qian's classmates were studying some advanced mathematical or philosophical problems, and it was already Mu Qian's privilege not to listen to the class, and the teachers were a little uneasy.

I'm afraid that Mu Qian will take this question and ask them, probably.

Wen Yu is now a public figure, and she also has to pay attention to her demeanor during class, but for her, this time is too stressful, and the atmosphere in the school is like a hypnotic greenhouse.

Soon, Wen Yu followed the old path of Mu Qian, fell asleep on the table, and slept in four classes.

"Knock knock!"

Someone tapped his fingers on the tabletop, and Wen Yu, who was sleeping soundly, opened his eyes blankly, looked at the figure standing on the side, and slowly raised his head.

Mu Qian's indifferent and gloomy face instantly made Wen Yu energetic.

"What's wrong?" Wen Yu's voice was a little apprehensive, this was the first time she had faced Mu Qian, and she would have a feeling of worry and fear in her heart.

Mu Qian's face darkened: "Say good cooperation, will you sleep here?" ā€

Wen Yu blinked, stood up under the attention of the surrounding students, and didn't care about any external image, and smiled: "Xiaoying, are you stealing forbidden fruits?"

Mu Qian looked at her with a caring look for a child, "You can go a little further wrong with this thought, can't you change your name?" It's not good to call her by his name every day." ā€

"It's a precursor to softening. Wen Yu had an old and relieved expression, "Our little Yingying has finally survived to the top." ā€

Mu Qian sneered, and had no interest in dwelling on this boring topic at all. Although the audience of the palace fight drama is huge, the story of Mu Qian can only be a daily love drama without a rancid atmosphere!

The two of them went to the secret meeting point in the corner of the cafeteria, and Ren Ying was already waiting outside with a big lunch box.

"Ahem, cough, cough!" Wen Yu seemed to be a few years younger, a little childishly pulling Ren Ying's arm, and shouting 'Xiaoying' smoothly.

Ren Ying blinked, a little confused about what this stalk was, but she still happily beckoned Mu Qian to lunch.

"The meeting ended late, so I simply made some stir-fried dishes...... Mumu, don't dislike it. Ren Ying put a few home-cooked dishes on the small table, Mu Qian nodded and smiled at her, and didn't talk about business, eating first as respect.

Wen Yu grabbed Mu Qian's notebook that he put on the table, looked at it curiously, and gradually, he couldn't close his mouth.

"What are you...... What are you going to do?" Wen Yu asked stunned.

"Running a school," Mu Qianxu lifted his non-existent glasses and swallowed the food in his mouth, "This school itself must be full of legends in order to attract those students to sign up." ā€

Ren Ying stretched her neck curiously beside her, and she couldn't understand what these two people were talking about.

"So, legend is ......" Wen Yu slowly put the notebook on the table, spread it out, and saw a stick figure sketch drawn on a certain page.

If the cuboid below represents 'urban', it is most likely to be the capital of color.

At a distance of about 300 to 500 meters above the city, there is a suspended ringed island, which is full of science and technology, and its shape is very regular, just floating in the air in a daze.

The islands are painted with squares that represent buildings......

"Do you want to make a sky garden as a campus?"

"Uh-huh!" Mu Qian nodded, "There's a boo, right?"

"Yes...... What's the boo!" Wen Yu slammed the notebook on the table with a snap, and the whole person was in a state of madness, "Where to get this kind of technology! Even if you get it, how much cost will it cost to build it! How much kinetic energy does it take to maintain this thing suspended in the air! How much energy does it take! I haven't learned physics!"

Ren Ying's forehead ...... The meals she worked so hard to cook were splashed by Wen Yu's spit......

Mu Qian was still very calm to eat with vegetables, and casually ordered the lunch box on the side, and the lunch box slowly floated!

Levitation that defy the rules of gravity!

Wen Yu instantly shut up and shrugged his shoulders, with a good expression that you have the final say.

"Wow......" Ren Ying looked like a little fan, "Mumu, how did you do it?"

"Magic, demon law, Taoism, physical rules or whatever, whatever you want to call it," Mu Qian's cheeks puffed, "If you don't feel safe, I can use the method of carving the formation to keep the island in the air suspended." However, this technology has not been passed on. ā€

"Then this school must be in the suburbs! Not above the city!" Wen Yu put forward a new point.

Mu Qian was stunned for a moment and asked, "Why? I see that in some comics, they are all above the city, the island in the sky." ā€

Wen Yu snorted, "No common sense. If such a large island were suspended in the air, the inhabitants of the cities below would only have one reaction - flee from this side!"

Mu Qian was a little unclear, but Ren Ying nodded cooperatively and said: "The island suspended above the city is actually equivalent to a sword suspended over the heads of the city residents. If people lose their most basic trust in safety, they will definitely leave the city immediately. ā€

Wen Yu: "The reason why the consequences of the previous disasters were minimized was because I spent a lot of energy to make people believe that the future City of Colors would be safer than the rest of the earth. So now the housing prices here are not falling but increasing. ā€

Mu Qian rubbed his eyebrows, and suddenly felt that running a school was such a thing...... It's just thankless.

It's a lot of fun, though.