The Ninth Central Preparatory Military Academy has a large area, but most of them are open-air training places, and there are only a few buildings including teaching buildings, practical technology buildings, and dormitory buildings, so you will definitely not get lost.

The easternmost classroom in the corridor on the second floor of the main teaching building is the 222 SRT class, which in previous years was made up of students who had the top students in the entrance exams, but this year it was completely different.

The classroom is approximately square, and the class of fifteen people is surrounded by a large three-dimensional holographic sand table device, with five people in the first row, one person on each side of the second, third, and fourth rows, and five seats in the last row, but the middle of the last row is empty. At the back of the classroom is a row of 16 lockers, marked with the number "01~16" from the door to the window.

On the wall in front of the classroom are three words that resemble slogans, goals, or mottos: sacrifice, peace, and happiness. These three words can be seen everywhere not only in the army, but also in ordinary society, but no one has ever explained the true meaning of these three words, whether it is the military or cultural people, these three words seem to be ignored by people, but people basically have the same common interpretation:

The sacrifice of soldiers has created a peaceful society and a happy life, so the army is supreme, and the soldiers are supreme.

As for whether the understanding is correct or not, it is not known.

The name of the head teacher "Xiang Dong" was written on the blackboard, and the classroom was filled with the smell of alcohol, and the raunchy head teacher uncle was lying on the podium in a hangover.

The Ninth Central Preparatory Military Academy, as shocking as the legend, not only arranged male and female dormitories on the same floor at the same time, not only was the opening ceremony casual, but even the head teacher slept hungover on the podium of the first class of the school year!

"It's worthy of the Ninth School." Many students, including Zhou Nan, said this, "No wonder I can open the back door and come in." ”

In the SRT class, which is known as the elite of the elite, among the 15 freshmen, except for the freshman chief Yi Ersan, the remaining 14 people all came in through the back door! Although almost all of the SRT classes in other schools this year are composed of minor retirees, the SRT class composed of a group of retired soldiers who have serious deviations from normal people like the Ninth Military Academy should be the same.

After all, not all retired juvenile soldiers are qualified to enter military academies to re-study, and those who can enter are talents who the military thinks it is a pity to retire from military service.

On the podium, Xiang Dong raised his hand weakly and said drunkly: "Uh, ah, that, this, you are all regular soldiers who are not serving in the old age, huh...... Propriety...... Anyway, you choose the class leader first, and the teacher will sleep for a while. ”

At this time, the classroom was noisy, and Teacher Xiang Dong's voice was too quiet, and only a few people heard what he was saying.

As the student number 01, Yi Ersan, her seat is the first in the first row by the door, and Bai Hua's student number is 03, so she is in the third position in the first row, as for Zhou Nan, she is in the last row of the window with student number 15, just in the diagonal position of the other two people.

"I'm the runner-up of the Legion Competition, and I'll be the squad leader!" Although Qin Feng was full of momentum, he was still ignored.

"Weight loss weight weight loss weight loss ......" The fat man behind Yi Ersan was doing push-ups frantically in the aisle.

Later, a two-meter-tall strong man showed off his muscles: "In Xia Changwu, he has more instructions!" ”

Behind him, a girl with shoulder-length curly hair turned to the single ponytail glasses lady in the last row and said, "Where did you buy your earrings?" It's beautiful. ”

And the ponytail glasses lady blushed and said shyly: "I make it myself from waste parts, I can also make one for you if you need it." ”

Single ponytail glasses Niang petrified: I'll go to the mechanical house!

In addition, the third person in the row by the window was also a strong man, and he happened to be in the same row as the 2-meter giant in front of him, so he greeted him through the sand table: "Hey! Dude, how do you work out? Let's talk to each other after class? ”

On the protagonist seat by the window in the penultimate row, a yellow-haired person is asleep, and behind her is Zhou Nan, who is playing with the touch screen on the table, entertaining herself, very high.

Yi Ersan, who was sitting at the door of the first row, was chanting a spell: "C, A, C, F, A, especially the one from F, oh ho, it's room 608, I'm going to raid it." ”

At this time, Bai Hua's tone became frightened: "What are you reading?" ”

"Boobs seen in the morning."

"Oh, I've seen so much." Bai Hua was only interested in a particular model, "Which dormitory are the two A's?" ”

Yi Ersan lamented: "Don't let me recall the A of that residual thought, you lolicon." ”

Sandwiched between the two for a long time, the black long straight beautiful girl in the second seat of the first row was calm, exuding a sharp and rich murderous aura, the blue tendons on her forehead burst out, and the pistol was clenched in her right hand under the table, which was already loaded.

"What did I hear?" Calmly stepped on the edge of Yi Ersan's bench, knocked it on the wall with his left hand, put a pistol against Yi Ersan's head with his right hand, and smiled kindly, "I'm really sorry, I only have A, so I ruined your fun." ”

Yi Ersan was stiff with fright, raised his hand in surrender, and at the same time his eyes wandered to his calm chest, and the almost negligible curve made him immediately recall everything from the beginning.

That's right, the girl sitting on the bed in the dormitory opposite, leaning over and wearing underwear!

Calmly raising your hand is a shot.

Bang!

A large amount of lime cement was splashed on the ceiling.

Calm and serious, exuding a domineering aura that cannot be forced, he said indifferently: "I will take over this class." ”

The people who were still arguing just now were scared in unison!

"Yes! Monitor! ”

suppressed the whole class with one shot, calmly walked up to the podium, and then slapped Xiang Dong, the head teacher, who was asleep on the table, in full view of everyone.

Syllable!

Xiang Dong didn't wake up, still drooling and falling asleep.

Then the calm behavior made the whole class worried, and with her left hand, she saw her leading Xiang Dong's collar, and then the series of slaps with her right hand slapped Xiang Dong's cheeks on both sides, and the slapping sound resounded in the calm classroom.

Xiang Dong finally opened his eyes.

Said calmly: Teacher, the class leader has been chosen.

Xiang Dong's eyes were confused: "Oh, then let's start the first formal class." When he turned on the projector, he muttered in a voice that could be heard by the whole class, "My face hurts"

The whole class complained: That's because you were slapped dozens of times by the woman next to you, teacher!

The first lesson on the first day of the week is fixed, i.e.: watching the Alien Damage Weekly Report.

"Alien Damage Weekly Report", to put it bluntly, is a documentary that records the attacks of more than 170 cities across the country by alien drones in the past week, as well as the death and injury data of people and soldiers.

The first shot is a black screen that reads: June 25-31, 222, Alien Damage Weekly Report.

This is followed by close-ups of the heads of three models of alien bodies, with a metallic luster and perfect curvature, which was supposed to be a work of art, but in the eyes of people it is a symbol of demons and death.

At this moment, the previous noise was swept away, replaced by an extremely dignified atmosphere.

Then a woman knelt on the asphalt with a little boy of four or five years old in her arms. The little boy was so frightened that he cried and hid his head in her arms, as if he were going to burrow into her chest. The woman put her arm around him and comforted him, even though her own face turned blue with fear. Then a beam of Mega particles hit the road around her, causing a violent explosion.

Naturally, it goes without saying how the women and boys will end.

The overly shocked picture made the whole class silent, and the sad BGM and the woman's voice appeared just right.

"This week, there were 10 alien drone attacks in 9 regions, and 11 alien drones appeared in the attack, including 7 Nakshatras, 3 Garudas, and 1 Asura, resulting in a total of 24 deaths and 3 injuries; 54 ordinary people died and 389 were injured......"

Combined with the images of the destroyed buildings, the blood on the ground, the fleeing people, the fighting soldiers, and so on, the background music and the slightly painful woman's voice were infectious, and half of the people in the room erupted in uncontrollable angry shouts, especially the boys.

The two muscular men raised their fists and roared, holding their heads high like monsters: "Damn aliens, I'm going to tear them all apart!" ”

Huang Mao, who has been sleeping in the main role, also waved his fist excitedly and kicked the table hard.

"Whoa!" There is also a howl like a wolf's howl.

"It's your luck that you didn't meet me!" People like Zhou Nan stepped on the table to vent their anger all over the street.

Even the timid and shy Lu Ming blushed, and his plump chest rose and fell violently in the rapid breathing.

Looking at the angry students, Xiang Dong was also extremely excited, and his drunken brain seemed to be sobered up in an instant. But he did his best to hide the hatred that seemed to be stimulated by electricity, and he understood that aliens were the source of human suffering, making people frenzied in hatred and firm in their duty as soldiers.

The weekly record report is the spark that ignites people's anger, so it is also called: hate class.

Maybe it's because of the high mood in the room, no one notices that Yi Ersan in the front row still maintains extremely calm. If someone sees these and is unmoved, there are only two possibilities:

One, he is a traitor to humanity.

Second, he has seen a deeper hell.

Maybe you think that Yi Er San is the latter, but Yi Er San thinks of himself as the former: a traitor to humanity.

After Fu'an learned the lies of this underground world, he was already an enemy of humans, and he had no companions, so he could only hide alone, pretending not to know anything.

Maybe it was out of childhood habits, Yi Ersan looked at the calmness around him, and the calmness had just turned around.

At that moment, he intertwined with a calm gaze.

At this moment of meeting, Yi Ersan knew: yes, she knew! Calm and thought the same as himself.

It was as if the thoughts of the two of them had flowed into each other's hearts through their eyes, "I am in agreement with you," said Calm as if to him. "I know exactly what you think. I know all your doubts, your hatred, your disgust. But don't be afraid, I'm on your side!"

But the expression of comprehension was fleeting, and the calmness was as expressionless as before, which was unfathomable and profound.

Yi Ersan was completely stunned, his pupils were extremely constricted, and his hands and feet were instantly cold.

"Could it be that she also knows that aliens don't exist at all?"