On Saturday morning, it's girls' show time again.

Each student in the elite class was given a "Star of the University of Technology of Rurey", and in this course, the bravery of several girls was simply embarrassing to the boys, and only a few of them could be comfortable under the attack of the girls, most of whom were the guys who worked out with Duchamp in the morning, such as Fang, Dietrie, and Eisenberg.

I have to mention that after a year of hard work, this waste wood finally broke through to level 20 with difficulty not long ago, and can barely be called a 'warrior', in other words, it can also be a tie with the butchers on the street.

At about 9 o'clock in the morning, everyone arrived at the guidance training ground, chatting lazily in twos and threes, waiting for Teacher Remur to arrive, at this time, someone found Duchamp.

"Styri, you fight me today!" Yelia actually took the initiative to come over and threw a wink at Duchamp.

Duchamp was not moved by this flattering eye at all, and he saw through the scheming of this group of girls at a glance.

Regarding the news that Duchamp had also broken through to the eighth order, although he had instructed the people in the dormitory not to say it, there was a Learmour who couldn't keep his mouth shut, and it was only a matter of time before the news spread.

This group of Morgana's diehards must have come to find out. He is now full of family and country affairs, but he has no time to accompany his children at home.

"I'm sorry, in the actual class, my job is to help the teacher keep scores, so I don't have time."

In the guiding resonance training class, Duchamp has always stood next to him and chatted with remel in addition to occasionally helping his classmates practice his guiding resonance ability, and has never been on the court.

After the Midsummer Festival, his physical attributes rose by brush, and his strength passed the ninth order in a blink of an eye, among them, the fastest runner was intelligence, which had broken through to 140 points, only 10 points away from the potential limit, and the power of releasing the guiding spell was two or three times that of others. If he is in full swing at this training ground, I don't know if the protection of the training ground can withstand it.

Another girl came over, it was Nina, she put her index finger against her cheek, and deliberately shouted, "Are you a coward?" ”

All of them turned their faces to look at the joke.

The corner of Duchamp's mouth made a hook, and he clearly saw that the eyes of the four cute masters flashed with blackened light.

Now that he knew it was a pit, Duchamp jumped in again, and he gave Nina a cute grimace.

"Niu, don't try to challenge the authority of the top student, and don't blindly only exercise the skills of the fire system, you should also exercise the water system when you have time, balance your fire talent, at least the pimples on your face can be eliminated a little, and you will not be like Morgana, who will shine at every turn, so she has to take a break from school and go home."

The students who heard it clearly burst out laughing.

"What's so funny, Morgana wrote back and she'll be back next semester." Nina angrily defends her idol image, and suddenly, she realizes that she is off topic.

"In the guiding resonance class last semester, you didn't even take the exam, and you directly got a perfect score from Mr. Remur. This semester, you have missed class out of ten, and you never do it in class, who knows if the teacher deliberately defends you, or what can't be said. ”

Duchamp smiled and lifted his chin proudly. "Do you need to ask? Of course, Mr. Remur was afraid that he would destroy this training ground as soon as I made a move, so he wouldn't let me make a move! ”

"You brag!" Several other girls stepped forward to help.

Duchamp swept his gaze over the girls, and raised a finger to shake it from side to side:

"I don't know who among you wants to see what I'm capable of. If you want to know, just say it, if you don't say how do I know you want to know, I don't know if you want to know, so how can I tell you! Actually, it's not hard for me to tell you, listen up! ”

Just as everyone was holding their breath and preparing to listen to the declaration of the hegemony of learning, Duchamp pointed to the door and shouted: "Teacher Remur has arrived!" ”

As soon as Teacher Remur walked into the guidance training ground, he heard this shout, and then a figure rushed in front of him.

Duchamp clutched his stomach in his hands, twisted his waist, and looked pained like that of a patient with an appendix seizure. "Teacher, I have eaten too much breakfast today and have diarrhea, I want to go to the infirmary to see a doctor, can you approve it?"

Knowing that the lazy fellow wanted to skip school again, this kind of class would be of little use to him anyway, so he waved his hand and said, "Go, go!" ”

Looking at Duchamp's fleeing back, several girls said angrily: "Teacher, why can he skip class every time and get the first place in the final grade!" ”

Remur looked at this group of students in surprise, remembering the astonishingly fast healing shown by Duchamp during the previous explosion of the Guiding Laboratory, as well as the amazing large-scale healing spells, and the tireless healing frequency, which even Remur himself could not do.

The 6 seriously injured researchers, after receiving timely treatment from Duchamp, all recovered well, especially Professor Ashley, who now doesn't even have to sit in a wheelchair, which must have a lot to do with the treatment given to him by his proud disciples every day.

He grimaced impatiently: "As long as you have the strength to win the first place, you can skip any teacher's class." After speaking, he ignored the group of girls, clapped his hands and shouted: "Assemble, Fang, come and make a record for me." ”

Duchamp successfully skipped class, proudly ran to the white house, and continued to toss black technology.

On Saturday morning, when there were not many people in the white house, Duchamp greeted the sparse few people, went upstairs to his own room, and took out the guiding workbench to get to work.

If nothing else, Goethe will have a letter about that big order in the next two days.

The Guiding Force Workbench was busy, but he was not idle, turned on the computer, took out a stack of white paper and pencil eraser, and began to painstakingly restore the design draft of the 'Red Devil' on paper.

"If only there was a color printer, it would be much easier!" Duchamp muttered to himself.

This thing actually exists, and you can buy it with Mira, but it's a pity that it's too big, and the printed effect is not so ideal.

Thinking of this, Duchamp suddenly realized, took out a small notebook, and wrote down the inspiration just now: "Small printers and copiers. ”

These devices belong to office equipment, and the Green Leaf Society is basically not involved now, even if it is to be involved in the future, it will have to create another brand, such as 'HP', which sounds good.

He drew down the three-sided perspective of the Red Devil, put the computer away, and began to write down a series of ideas on the paper. After completing the information, he felt that he was still not satisfied, and was ready to go to find paint and show the red devil's fiery red and enthusiasm.

He walked downstairs, just as Goode had finished his morning class and walked in.

"Styry, you always arrive first on Saturdays, did you skip class again?" Goode greeted.

"Hey, hey!" Duchamp laughed twice, and saw Ella walking in next, carrying a lot of food in her hand, and seeing that the gang was going to start at noon today.

Duchamp stuffed the design draft in his hand to Goode and showed it: "I just made a creative draft of a steering car, what do you think?" ”

Goode commented while looking at it: "The appearance is good, and the use of power is also good, but the space that can be used in the cabin is too narrow and has little practical value." ”

"Listening to the tone, you seem to be very expert!"

Goode smiled slightly: "Since I was in charge of the tractor project last semester, I have been auditing the courses of the Department of Vehicles and Ships. ”

Duchamp casually asked, "Then what do you think is the ideal model?" ”

Goode thought seriously: "It needs to have an armored car-like chassis, it needs to be powerful, it needs to be adapted to the mountainous terrain, the space needs to be spacious, the vision needs to be wide, the headlights need to be bright, like the eyes of a beast, and the seats need to be treated with certain treatments, such as being able to push away or disassemble, so that the interior space can be used efficiently." ”

Duchamp looked at Goode in surprise, Goode was completely a Jeep lover's connotation.

Jeep! Seems to be a good choice too!