Sleep over, Friday is fast coming. At 23:59 tonight, it is the final dead line for MEC audition registration, and when he thinks of this, Carl still has a sense of urgency.

In both elementary and intermediate schools, students are required to take basic courses, so the school will arrange the class schedule for students. When students arrive at senior schools, they are required to choose their own courses in the direction of their choice, and they can arrange their own class time, and the courses are first-come, first-served. Classes like Professor Max, which give poor grades and are highly demanding, are naturally saved for the end.

Both Carl and Sophie only had one or two classes in the morning, and the afternoon schedule happened to be empty. Ke Yuan's class is the same as his brother Carl, so don't worry. But after they asked around, they were told that Beichen and Andrea's morning class was the third or fourth period, which happened to conflict with them, and Qingfan was full of classes on Friday. However, Andrea and Beichen's school vacated the time for extracurricular activities on Friday afternoon, which is different from the Tuesday afternoon of the Heavenly Chosen School, which means that they can still have time to gather in the afternoon.

In this way, the time vacated in the morning can only be passed by Carl, Sophie, and Ke Yuan.

"It's just right, let's try your roommate's level in the morning."

Carl's terminal "buzzed" and a message from Sophie popped up in the upper left corner.

Karl's drowsy mind suddenly cleared up, and without replying, he hurriedly crossed the window.

I am still in Professor Max's Introduction to General Relativity (Part I), and almost no one dares to do anything outside of the course for this professor. Everyone's terminals are to be connected to the lectern before class, and if someone uses the terminal to do something unrelated to the class, Professor Max can immediately find out on the podium.

If you are discovered, you will be called to answer the question, or you will be assigned an extra 10 pages of homework.

Carl secretly turned his head to look at Ke Yuan, who was sitting next to him, and found that this guy's waist was straight, and the content on the screen in front of him was exactly where Professor Max was speaking, his left hand supporting his chin, and his right hand holding the stylus, which was completely perfect for a good student in class.

Except that the eyes are closed.

No matter how strict Mr. Max is, he can't control the drowsiness of these scumbags who are huddled in the last row.

Now all cultural teaching courses are carried out through the terminal, before class, the lecturer of each subject sends the lesson plan to the student's terminal, the textbook is also directly downloaded on the terminal, and any homework and quizzes are all submitted with the terminal. Students can use the keyboard and stylus to take notes in electronic lesson plans and textbooks at any time. Students only need to put the terminal in their pockets in class, and they don't have to carry heavy textbooks.

If you feel that the screen is too small, you can project the content on the screen to extend the size of the canvas in time. The records made by students on the virtual projection screen will be fed back into the terminal in real time. Each of these records can be divided and integrated, reversed at any time, and modified to form a perfect set of study notes. And students can call up the search bar at any time to look up what they don't understand.

However, in the first class, Max severely criticized the current one-man terminal. The terminal is connected to the Internet in real time, and there are a few people who take it to study well, and most people tend to use the terminal to do all kinds of irrelevant things in class, which seriously affects the teaching efficiency.

Max also said that they used to use tablets when they used to go to school, which was also very convenient and not as distracting as there were so many bells and whistles. He even mentioned that thousands of years ago, people used ancient paper books and ink pens to record, and learning was still the same.

I heard that Mr. Max has repeatedly written to the Registrar's Office, asking to return to this retro way of learning, and that all students must turn in their terminals before class. He thought it would greatly improve the students' attention, but they were dismissed.

"Did you know that nearly 2,000 years ago, the most terrifying weapon of mankind was called the atomic bomb. At that time, there was a country in what is now the 9th District that was also building an atomic bomb. No quantum computers, no AI simulation algorithms, nothing! By what? An ancient calculator called an abacus! Aren't they just as successful? If only you had half the spirit of the old scientists! ”

This is Professor Max's favorite example. When he said this, he would always slap the lectern, and then sigh: "Now the development of science and technology has almost come to a standstill, and many ideas put forward thousands of years ago have not been realized until now. Every day, I only know what Ex-ball to play on the terminal.

"It's really not as good as a generation!"

In fact, Professor Max's class is quite good, other teachers are not so strict, and there are many people who chat with the terminal in class, visit the mall, and play games, and then this group of people is cramming all night before the exam to pass. Carl was ashamed to say that he was one of them.

But no matter how forbidden you are to use the terminal, you still can't listen to the lessons that you should not listen to, and if you can play the terminal, you can still pass the time.

The stagnation of scientific and technological progress is not that young people have fallen, and this kind of big hat really can't afford it. He listens to all kinds of conspiracy theories on TV stations every day that he is worried that "technology is stagnant and mankind is going to start going downhill", and he has also listened to it for more than ten years, and he says it every year.

Taking recent events as an example, it's been eight years since the Genex-II virus was discovered, to say the least, right? In eight years, the sows will be on the tree. Every year, the Libra Council has vowed that the scientific research association will do its best to invent effective treatments, but there is still no shadow, and the infected people can only be isolated and controlled in the most primitive way.

Thinking about it this way, Carl felt that the Genex-II infected, who were described as heinous every day, were actually quite pitiful. Who wants to get this strange disease themselves?

After all, there is always a limit to human ability.

Over the years, what human beings have been able to do has almost reached the top.

However, Karl will no longer be bothered by this kind of problem now. He's having his Ex-ball team right now. Thinking too much about these frustrating and panick-inducing topics is bad for the brain.

As soon as he thought of Ex-ball, Carl immediately refreshed himself. Sure enough, ex-ball is something that makes people happy. As soon as Carl got up, his waist straightened all of a sudden, and his head came out of the sleepy low-headed clan in the back row.

He wanted to see Sophie now, to see the level of Brother Ke Yuan and Little Sister Yilian, and to see the whole team come together as a whole. He also wanted to see if he could run into Victor again.

He shook his legs, already eager to wait for the end of class.

"Don't shake."

Someone next to him protested in a whisper.

Carl immediately restrained a lot, folded his hands, and apologized to the other party: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" ”

The person who spoke was a short beige girl with two ponytails, and there was always a feeling of contempt in her eyes to look at the mentally retarded.

Carl always felt that this person was a little familiar, and he always felt that he had seen such obvious characteristics somewhere, and it seemed to be a classmate, but he couldn't remember what it was called for a while.

"Are you...... You are...... Xinhua Dictionary! ”

Karl patted his head.

"It's Xinghuaguang!" The girl gave him a blank look, then pouted and began to say to herself, "I want to be calm." I want to be calm. ”

Carl circled his head and laughed awkwardly.

Xing Huaguang asked again, "Carl, I heard that you are forming an Ex-ball team to prepare for the MEC audition, right?" ”

As soon as Carl heard this, his eyes immediately lit up, he had been in the class for so long, this was the first time that someone had taken care of him, and he took the initiative to come to the door.

"Yes, yes! How? Would you like to join? ”

However, Xinghuaguang simply refused: "No." ”

So what do you say...... "Uh." A black line appeared on Carl's forehead.

Xinghuaguang looked mysterious: "You have to work hard, don't lose at the beginning." ”

This made Carl a little confused. Did you receive a fan before the game even started? But looking at Xinghuaguang's expression, the contemptuous eyes that never seem to have moved, this doesn't look like the expression that a fan should have, right?

Carl scratched his head and thought about it, when he suddenly heard a loud shout above his head: "The red-haired boy in the last row, what is the answer to this question?" ”

Carl stood up suddenly, scrambling through the reference books on the terminal, his forehead covered with sweat. He didn't even know where he was now, let alone answer questions.

Suddenly, Carl's finger accidentally pressed the shutdown button of the terminal, and the terminal went black. In this way, his last straw was gone. Suddenly, Karl stood stupidly like a wilted straw, unable to say anything.

Ahhh Unwilling! Mingxing Huaguang is also speaking, why not order her!

Carl turned his head to see why. This is a large lecture hall with more than 100 people, with Xinghuaguang's height, she sits in the last row, and the whole person is drowned in the crowd, and Professor Max can't see her at all.

"If you don't listen carefully, you still talk in class!" Professor Max snorted contemptuously, "I'll get some extra homework after class later!" ”

Ke Yuan, who had been sleeping next to him until now, was finally woken up, rubbing his eyes in a daze, and still didn't understand what was going on. "Huh? Cal? Is class over? Can we go and see the girls? ”

Professor Max shouted again: "The boy next to him is too!" I've reached page 59, why is your textbook page still on page 37? ”

Ke Yuan was startled, and his mind suddenly cleared up.

These two friendly brothers looked at each other and smiled, and then hugged and cried together.

is the so-called the end of the world!