Looking at the breakfast that he hadn't had time to move, Si Xingfeng reached out and took two slices of bread, smeared some pale pink rose honey jam, and then sandwiched his own fried egg in it, and ate it helplessly, while going back to the kitchen to make an omelette for Gu Qingqing.

"Brother-in-law, I want one more!" Seeing Si Xingfeng enter the kitchen, Qiu Long came to his senses and hurriedly shouted.

"Good ......" Thinking of the first time he cooked, except for Ning Liuli, these two guys showed full disgust and resistance.

Looking at the two of them now that they couldn't eat enough, Si Xingfeng also felt a little funny, and thought in his heart, "The ancients didn't deceive me, the law of true fragrance that has been passed down for nearly a thousand years is really fragrant!" ”

After breakfast, the four of them didn't have time to clean up, threw the dishes into the automatic cleaning machine, and hurried to the banquet hall together.

The Ballroom is one of the oldest buildings in the War College, and despite its name, it is the only permitted public gladiatorial arena in the Academy, modeled after the historic Colosseum of Ancient Rome.

In addition to a huge circular ring with a diameter of about two kilometers in the middle, the surrounding area is designed as a trapezoidal grandstand that can accommodate tens of thousands of people.

When something important is announced, it will be used as the academy's open-air giant banquet hall, and on weekdays, this is a life-and-death arena for students to privately settle disputes.

The rules of the War College are extremely strict, and any cadet who violates the rules will be expelled from the school immediately, without exception.

However, most of the students recruited are young and vigorous boys and girls, how can there be no friction on weekdays, so at the beginning of the establishment of the college, a rule was established.

Verbal abuse and armed clashes are forbidden in private, but students are allowed to enter the banquet hall to engage in formal armed duels against others, and all decisions are decided by life and death, and no one is allowed to seek revenge for this.

The origin of the name of the banquet hall is actually quite exquisite, although the War College was built on the ruins of the ancient Eastern Federation, it is an iron-blooded military academy with many Western elements.

As a result, in addition to the highly militarized control of the school, a high degree of autonomy is left for students in many places.

The college does not have a student union, but it does not prohibit students from creating student organizations on their own.

More than 600 years ago, the two largest student organizations within the War College were the Lionhearts and the Brotherhood.

Unfortunately, the presidents of the two organizations at that time had formed a serious hatred during a mission, and because of them, the two organizations were also incompatible, and there was constant friction in various tasks.

Seeing that the conflict between the two sides intensified, and many elite cadets also died in some tasks due to internal friction, for the sake of the overall harmony of the War College, the school forced the two sides to use the banquet hall that was still called the Judgment Land at that time for the first time.

Originally, I only hoped to end this hatred completely with this victory and defeat between the two presidents, but to the school's expectations, the accidental death of Yao Anqi, the president of the brotherhood, made this gladiatorial fight last for nearly three months before the two organizations suffered heavy losses.

As a result of this incident, the name of the original place of judgment was forgotten.

More than 2,000 people participated in succession, and more than half of them died in various miserable deaths in three months, and this appalling bloody feast has since given this place a seemingly prosaic but murderous name, the Banquet Hall.

It's just interesting to note that even though a large number of cadets died in the civil war, successive classes of students who graduated from the War College achieved more than any previous batch of cadets.

Badly wounded but survived, the Lionheart President Han Gero became the youngest commander in the history of the fortress twenty-two years later.

The unexpected result also changed the way the War College thought for the first time, after all, it is clear that effective combat is more powerful than all-round protection to strengthen the students to fully unleash their potential!

Since then, the War College has truly become a meat grinder for young people, not only are more than half of the cadets eliminated because it is difficult to complete various perverted and harsh assessments, but hundreds of people die every year in their studies and training.

And the goal of the War College has changed from providing all-round military talents for the fortress to producing only the strongest warriors.

When the four of them arrived at the banquet hall, the crowd of black pressure had already filled the venue, and the low air pressure made many people breathless.

At a glance, Si Xingfeng knew that among the less than 8,000 students in this class, not all of them could find a suitable guide for themselves.

Because it occupies the entire east side of the stand, there is a clear polarization in the team of facilitators composed of college personnel of different identities.

Even if he was far away, Si Xingfeng could feel the strong momentum exuded by the few hundred people sitting at the front.

Not only Si Xingfeng, but the other freshmen obviously noticed the difference between these people.

Compared to the thousands of people behind them, they were uniformly dressed in college-style combat uniforms, and sat solemnly in their positions.

Not only did there be a lot of seats between the more than 100 people, but they were also dressed in a variety of ways, and some people who knew each other seemed to be still talking about something with each other, and obviously didn't take today's events to heart.

"Brother Feng, these people look so draggy!" Qiu Long also stared at a strong man whose body had been transformed into black bright metal and said.

It wasn't that he looked down on the mechanical modders, but he recognized at a glance the famous A3-grade memory bioalloy, an expensive metal that was one of the rarest raw materials for building floating modules.

It is no exaggeration to say that this big man is worth no less than thirty floating boats with excellent performance in Qiu Longji's heart.

And Gu Qingqing also looked directly at a cold and glamorous royal sister with long rose-red hair, but ignored everyone, and just wiped the weapon in her hand by herself.

To be exact, she was aiming at the large-caliber sniper in the other party's hand, which was an advanced version of the weapon of the "Pit Viper" that she had coveted for a long time, the "Dragon Flame Flame"!

Si Xingfeng nodded, he also saw his acquaintances in this group of people.

Let's be an acquaintance, after all, Si Xingfeng wasn't sure if the other party had paid attention to him at that time, it was the powerful wall breaker who had saved him and Ning Liuli's lives, and Youning, who had dazzling broken white short hair and a giant sword chain prison.

Tongning Liuli glanced at each other, and Si Xingfeng already had a plan in his heart.

He knew that Youning was from the A-level sequence hunting team in the academy, so the people who could sit with her were naturally all members of the level hunting team of the War Academy.

Subconsciously looked at the blank three rows of seats in front of Youning, Si Xingfeng thought in his heart, "Shouldn't the group of people who didn't come be more powerful?" ”