Rich practical experience, coupled with the systematic learning of theoretical knowledge, coupled with the fact that this is a period of comprehensive technological update, this will inevitably lead to a lot of new ideas and new thinking. At this time, Kevin, Little Spoon and Crow are basically in this state, although their ideas themselves are still how to improve themselves and how to facilitate themselves, but after communicating with each other, they feel that this is simply a new world.

For this reason, Kevin deliberately tidied up a little, and then came back to the principal the next day. I hope to set up a team, set up a project, do systematic research, etc. Incidentally, I asked if anyone in the college had done similar research.

The headmaster was very impatient: "Can you come to me for everything?"

"And who should I go to?" Kevin was at a loss.

"You go to the subject leader of your discipline, and if it's a big project, we have to hold meetings and research and so on. The headmaster raised his hand and sent it away.

"Which discipline should I look for?" Kevin asked, "Is it a space spell application?"

"I used to take the lead in the research of space spells, but lately I have been in charge of the orcs, so I don't have the time," the headmaster waved his hand, "You can go to the bald teacher, he is mainly in charge of this at the moment." ”

Kevin nodded, "Okay, then I'll go." After saying that, he turned around and was about to leave.

The headmaster sighed, but still stopped Kevin: "Okay, don't go either." With these ideas, it's impossible to set up a project. Absolutely not. ”

Kevin turned around, not too surprised: "I just wanted to try my luck." ”

"If you want to apply for a program, you must first write an essay, do a survey, and even ......" The principal looked Kevin up and down, but did not continue.

"Or even what?" Kevin had to ask after waiting for a long time.

"It's nothing," the principal pulled out a pile of papers, "you can look at these, these are all applications from other students or teachers, but they are all sent back." ”

Kevin flipped through it casually, and in just a moment, he had already found that someone wanted to study the defense towers that could be carried, and even magic towers with various functions, and carefully argued. Some people want to use space spells to achieve weapon transformation, all-round transformation, which is much stronger than the little spoon only thinking about stretching this road. There are many more fantastic ideas, from personal equipment to city control, which can be described as a vast sky, Kevin can't help but be a little amazed, but these are all beaten back.

"Got it?" sighed the headmaster, "when it comes to imagination and brains, you won't be the first to think of it, and you won't be the last to think of it. Even decades ago, there were people who fantasized about even more magical scenarios. However, the key is feasibility. ”

Kevin was silent for a moment: "Is it a matter of money?"

The headmaster raised his eyelids slightly: "Do you know how many space rings need to be scrapped for the research and development of space spells?"

Kevin fell silent.

"R&D is a bottomless pit, and if you are lucky, you will have results in two or three days, and if you are unlucky, it will take ten or eight years. Sometimes the project is forced to go down, and sometimes even if it succeeds, it may not be able to go to market. And the point is that our current space spells are empirical spells, and there are many loopholes in the main space theory system," the principal sighed, "This requires advanced mathematical support, which is why the bald teacher is the leader." ”

Kevin nodded, thought for a moment and asked, "So, did the Minotaur send us funds?"

The principal suddenly replied: "How can you think so? The Minotaur came here, it is an ambassador who promotes cultural exchanges between the two countries and symbolizes peace and prosperity, how can you cheat them out of their money?"

Seeing that the principal was serious, Kevin couldn't tell whether this was true or false for a while, so he could only nod his head awkwardly.

Coming out of the principal's office, the project issue was temporarily put on hold, and the idea of building a self-built defense tower, even if it could be implemented, was extremely time-consuming and labor-intensive. If you have any ideas, you can only record them first, and then talk about them later when you have the conditions. For now, let's learn all the theories first.

After another two days, Little Spoon became more and more accustomed to her own role, and she was also used to snorting at the minotaur, which made the other teachers admire. However, Sain, who is also a temporary worker, seems to be becoming more and more transparent, neither talking nor authorizing others, causing his presence to become less and less.

And Sain himself is happy in it, his sense of existence is low, and he will not look for him if he has any problems, and he is happy to be idle. And the less you talk, the less flaws you will reveal, and the more you will be able to save face.

Kevin didn't have anything to say about it, he had already said what he should have said anyway. Little Spoon would call him when he was on patrol at first, but gradually he realized that it seemed to be almost the same without him, so it didn't matter. Anyway, he can follow if he wants to, and it doesn't matter if he doesn't.

But once there is a big event, there is no way to escape it no matter what. On this day, the headmaster finally found a troupe with orcs, who could perform an orc stage play for the school's newborn orcs. It's a rare pastime for them.

The troupe was directly invited to the school and set up a shelf on the playground, although it was a temporary construction, but the curtain, special effects, lighting, etc. were all available, and the orc students moved benches to watch in the open air. Other Terran students are curious and can also watch from the sidelines. Today is simply a half-day holiday.

The little spoon carried the authority stick and shouted in the middle: "Sit down according to your position, don't shake around, remember not to speak loudly when the performance starts, and don't stand up......"

"Got it, teacher. "The minotaurs are already a little impatient.

"It's good to know," Little Spoon snorted coldly, "It's almost time, come! all stand and say hello to the troupe!"

All the orc students stood up: "Grandparents, uncles, aunts, brothers, sisters, brothers and sisters of the troupe, okay!"

People from the troupe: "......"

The little spoon raised his hand and waved: "Everyone sit." ”

The orc students sat down, and one of the hosts of the troupe came out, and had to laugh dryly: "It is worthy of being a student of Wang Li Academy, it is really very good." ”

There was a burst of laughter at the bottom, and the host didn't talk nonsense: "Let's enjoy it, the famous historical adaptation of the stage play "Orcs Never Be Slaves"!"

With the host's loud shout, all the orc students below shouted, and the atmosphere of the scene exploded instantly, and many orc students stood up directly, raising their hands and jumping.

Little Spoon stood up, and couldn't help but want permission to them, this hadn't even begun! Just as he was about to make a move, suddenly, there was a thunderclap in the air!

The originally clear sky was instantly covered with dark clouds, and even the clouds were only about 100 meters low. Kevin couldn't help but be surprised, this was obviously a man-made spell, to say that it was impossible to attack here, could it be that this was also a stage effect?

There was a thunderclap, and the curtain of the stage slowly opened. At the same time, a majestic rain fell in the air, covering the entire playground, not only the special effects on the stage were real, but even the audience had to be poured thoroughly. Kevin hurriedly used his magic shield and put it on top of his head as an umbrella to protect him from the rain. The little spoon hurried out and found an umbrella to hold on to the side. However, the orc students were all sitting in the rain, not even moving.

Another explosion sounded, and a minotaur on the stage knelt in front of a tombstone, grief-stricken, frantically hammered the floor, and then roared to the sky: "Ahhh

Several Terran actors walked out slowly, and one of them was dressed in aristocratic service, and on the side were his guards, who also helped the nobles hold umbrellas. I heard the nobleman sneer: "Your father, your mother are dead, do you want to live?"

The Minotaur actor stood up angrily: "You want me to be a slave? ”

"Then you'll have to go down to be with your parents. The nobleman waved his hand, and the guards around him immediately pounced on their swords.

The Minotaur shouted and burst out with a "purple" fighting spirit, which caused the audience to exclaim in an instant, but those who are familiar with it can see that this is just a special effect.

So after a "fierce battle", the guards and actors all lay on the ground, and the nobleman was left to fall to the ground in terror. It is obvious that the troupe is trying its best to scandalize the Terrans, portraying the Terran nobles as cowardly, and even kneeling and begging for mercy: "Please don't kill me, even if I am your slave." Please don't kill me. ”

The minotaur actor grabbed the nobleman, and then said coldly: "We orcs will not become other people's slaves, and we don't need others to be our slaves, do you understand?"

When the orcs below saw it, they applauded excitedly.

People of other races at the bottom said: "......"

On stage, the Minotaur showed extremely exaggerated kindness and justice, and in the face of the nobleman who killed his parents, he let him go because he begged for mercy. The nobles were naturally grateful to Dade and said a bunch of good things. The minotaur turned away, leaving a gloomy back in the pouring rain.

This behavior actually won the applause of the orcs. And many of the Terrans have already turned around and left, and they feel that they can't stand it.

The curtain closes and the first act ends. The clouds in the sky also dispersed at this time, and the sun shone again. After a few moments, the curtain was drawn and the second act began.

The despicable aristocracy did not repent of his own and began to plot how to capture the Minotaur protagonist. They invited more people, stronger people, and even several of the Juggernaut level.

Without any logic, the bull-headed protagonist who acts alone is found. The Minotaur protagonist is angry, he accuses the nobles of why they are coming again, and the nobles shamelessly ridicule that the Minotaur is too stupid, and to be honest, this is actually what Kevin wants to say. But there is no doubt that the minotaur on the stage was enraged.

The "fierce battle" began again, and this time the minotaur was actually lying on the ground. The people around him began to mock him, began to provoke him, and began to talk nonsense non-stop, just not to kill him.

Finally, the Minotaur erupted! The narrator reads out the memories of the Minotaur, and with the increasingly passionate background music, suddenly a rising tone, the Minotaur jumps up, and blasts the Terrans.

"What? It's actually a colorless fighting qi that surpasses the purple fighting qi?" the nobleman explained in horror.

Kevin couldn't help but yawn. Some students of other races couldn't stand it and left a batch.

In a moment, the besiegers lay on the ground again, and the nobleman fell to the ground again, with the same horror, the same trembling, the same begging for mercy: "For God's sake, go around me." Let me be your slave too. ”

"Slave?" the Minotaur suddenly began to speak at length, "You know what the word slave means......, what does it mean to us orcs?

Balabala is more than 3 minutes, and this paragraph is a line that makes Kevin feel that it is barely okay. Contact the previous behavior of the minotaur, and roughly understand that this protagonist is the mother line, hoping to influence others, right?

Sure enough, the bull-headed protagonist released the nobles again. So the nobles unceremoniously fought back again, finding a bunch of colorless and vindictive strongmen.

The minotaur was beaten to the ground again, the background music began to be desolate, began to reminisce, the background music began to be excited, the minotaur broke out again, and everyone was blasted.

"What? It is actually that even the colorless fighting spirit has been surpassed? This kind of fighting spirit only exists in legends, and when the legend of the fighting spirit makes a move, it goes beyond the scope of sound, so it is also called - silent fighting spirit!" The nobleman was frightened, and at the same time gave a detailed explanation to the audience.

Then the Minotaur released him again, and this time the nobleman finally found a king to deal with him, and it turned out that the king himself was the legendary strong man, the silent user of vindictiveness.

So the king and the minotaur went head-to-head, and the minotaur lay down again, and the minotaur recalled, and the minotaur broke out.

"What? Even the silent fighting spirit has been surpassed? This kind of fighting spirit can no longer be described in words, it can only be called nameless fighting spirit. The nobleman continued.

Kevin couldn't help but complain: "Wow, three nothings." And the original scarce special effects on the stage were all omitted due to the reason of the three nos. didn't even make a move, and I had to suspect that the troupe was lazy.

On the stage, the king was hammered and begged for mercy on the spot: "Please spare me, my country will be given to you, and my people will be your slaves." ”

"No, I don't need to," said the Minotaur, "you will never understand our beliefs. Forever, forever!"

The music is gradually melodious, and the routine should be almost over. At most, I will forcibly pour a chicken soup to improve the style and so on.

Surprisingly, however, the music suddenly changed to a fast-paced melody, and then the minotaurs on the stage began to dance, the king began to dance, the nobles began to dance, and the "dead" guards and so on all ran out and danced together.

The newborn beast clan was very excited, and they all stood up and danced together, and for a while, it was like a group of demons dancing.

People of all other races: "......"

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