"You're so brave, you dare to be late on Monday."

A ball of paper was thrown at the next table.

"Be brave and courageous."

He threw it back.

"Help grandma cross the street or find parents for the child?"

The next table apparently didn't believe it.

"Guess."

Lu Mingfei threw it back again, and then ignored the glare at the leading table.

The physics class was naturally unremarkable, but he listened very carefully.

The constants of the two universes are not the same, and Lu Mingfei also has to revise his knowledge through comparison.

"Why are you pretending to be listening carefully, you want to be admitted to Harvard?"

After class, the leader of the table came over and said unhappily.

said that they would be salted fish together, but you secretly rolled it up.

"Not going to Harvard."

He shook his head.

"And where do you want to go?"

The next table asked.

"Harbin Institute of Technology."

Whether it is the name of the school or the school motto, it has a very scientific and engineering feeling.

"Then you don't have enough points."

The table leader scoffed.

Although Harbin Institute of Technology has declined over the years, it is still 985, and Lu Mingfei's score is enough for an ordinary undergraduate.

"Two more years, that should be enough."

Lu Mingfei said confidently.

He must have chosen science, and his number of extra-verbal biochemicals is not a big problem, but he has to make up for the evil of extra-linguistic beings.

There are still some differences between Warhammer creatures and Earth creatures.

Coincidentally, the next class is the Chinese class.

"Today's two classes will test your writing skills. The title is "An Unforgettable Day". ”

A Chinese teacher in a black gauze skirt writes the title of an essay on the blackboard.

This kind of propositional essay is the best to write, and the difficult ones to write are such guessing questions as "weird light" and "ladders don't need to be placed horizontally".

What was my memorable day?

Lu Mingfei fell into thought.

Looking back on more than 1,000 years of his life, he found that there were so many memorable days that he could make up for decades.

Every memorable day meant that he had lost at least one of his respectable fighting brothers, or that a planet had been condemned to death.

It's better to write something lighthearted, and don't leave the experience of suffering to people who enjoy peace.

Lu Mingfei thought so, trying to search for a less cruel experience from his memory.

Soon, he had a catch.

The Orc, a half-plant, half-animal biological weapon, was created by the Ancient Sanctuary and is also known as the Green Skin because of its green color.

Their vitality is extremely tenacious, and if a single spore falls into the soil, countless orcs will grow out of the ground the next spring.

They have their own "WAAAAAAGH!" Psionic energy is also known as "the power of my search".

As long as an orc believes that something is true, it will become true under the influence of the energy of "My Search".

The more orcs you believe, the stronger the effect of "My Power of Thought" will be.

This unreasonable power has caused the Empire a lot of suffering, but at the same time, the Empire will also use this power to fight back against the orcs.

And what Lu Ming had to write was an experience of fighting back against the orcs.

In the Empire's hazy star field, an agricultural world has been attacked by Greenskins.

Countless green-skinned kids driving bangs and war bikes have swept the world, destroying countless creature farms.

This is the only agricultural world in the galaxy, and without it, all eight planets will face famine, and tens of billions of people of the empire will starve to death.

The Crimson Spark Warband received a call for help and rushed to the planet.

But the embarrassing thing is that this galaxy is too remote, except for the Crimson Starfire wargroup that happens to pass by, the nearest starfire wargroup will take three months to arrive.

The only reinforcements they could find were two Valhalla Ice Warriors who were being repaired.

After a tentative attack, both the War Leader and Lu Mingfei determined that with their current forces, they could not contain or even eliminate the greenskins on the planet.

Finally, at the suggestion of a techno-sergeant who was always full of whimsy, a whimsical plan was born.

The Techno sergeant developed a violent poison gas and dropped it into an orc camp.

After the destruction of the orc camp, a techno sergeant who is well-versed in the orc language and culture disguises himself as a motorcycle kid and spreads rumors about the power of the poison gas.

"As long as you take a sip, even the biggest and strongest warboss will rot completely."

Relying on his modified motorcycle, the rumor spread across the planet's Greenskin camps within a month.

Then, the technical sergeant had the battleship group drop a non-toxic gas that was almost identical in color and smell to the poison gas.

As he continued to spread, most of the Greenskins were convinced of the rumor.

Even a handful of skeptical greenskins were converted after witnessing the tragic situation of their companions.

In just half a month, this non-toxic gas wiped out eighty percent of the greenskin troops on the planet.

And the remaining Greenskins, whose morale has been completely lost, are no longer the opponents of the Crimson Star Warband and the Valhalla Ice Warriors.

After the incident, the battle group commander and Lu Mingfei jointly issued a ban that did not allow anyone to divulge the truth of the battle.

And the technical sergeants, who have made great achievements, are also sent to carry out secret missions.

It wasn't until fifty years later that Lu Mingfei felt that the limelight had passed, so he summoned the technical sergeant back.

Even the mighty Space Marines must learn to respect the duties of the Inquisition.

After all, it is not a start-up group, and it does not have the confidence to directly fire and hack to death a gray knight mentor.

Although it sounded a bit magical, Lu Mingfei felt quite happy.

Especially when he saw the greenskins screaming in horror in the non-toxic gas, and finally dying under the influence of his own spiritual powers, he couldn't help but laugh, and even drank a bottle of Fenris mead.

The word limit for the essay is 800 words, and Lu Mingfei used 700 words to briefly write about the battle and 100 words to express his bad evaluation of Fenris mead.

Fortunately, there are no space wolves in this world, otherwise he would have ushered in endless duels of honor.

After checking the composition and correcting a few grammar questions, Lu Mingfei handed in the composition confidently.

Although his literary prowess is not outstanding among the warbands, the narration of his own experiences makes his compositions emotional.

"Lu Mingfei! I let you write essays, not novels! ”

The Chinese teacher glanced at it a few times and slapped the table angrily.

"What I write is composition."

Lu Mingfei replied calmly.

He wondered why this woman was suddenly angry.

"Composition is for you to write about your personal experience, not for you to write fictional stories."

The Chinese teacher gritted his teeth and said.

"Doesn't it look real?"

Lu Mingfei asked rhetorically.

"Well..."

The Chinese teacher read the composition again, and I have to say, putting aside the facts, the tone and description angle are quite real.

"It looks quite bluffing, but fiction is fiction, where did the green-skinned orcs come from in reality, and you are not a space marine."

The Chinese teacher said half-earnestly and half-sarcastically.

Then, she read out some excerpts.

"Hahaha, Space Marine, did he think he was still a schoolboy?"

"No, no, no, he's a sophomore in middle school, and elementary school students will think they're Ultraman."

The sound of ridicule came from all directions, shooting like a rain of arrows towards Lu Mingfei's heart.

If it was him, he would probably say some nonsense to fool the past at this moment, and then try to pretend to be dead and wait for the next hot spot to appear.

But now, Lu Mingfei just responded to those ridicules with a calm gaze.

Everyone who laughed heartily slowly shut their mouths under inexplicable pressure.

"As long as it looks real, it's real. If you don't give the criteria in advance, I have the authority to set the criteria myself, according to my authority. ”

After the classroom was quiet, Lu Mingfei said to the Chinese teacher.

"Lu Mingfei, call your parents to come to me tomorrow."

The Chinese teacher said angrily.

"Okay."

Lu Mingfei shrugged his shoulders and sat down calmly.

Sure enough, females just have a hard time communicating, and so do humans, and so can spirits.

Greenskins don't seem to have a gender, so it's no wonder their communication is so simple and straightforward.

According to the process, of course, there is a review link behind.

But with Lu Mingfei's example in front, those excellent essays seem boring.

It's not bad, it's just too ordinary.

Just like a husky mixed in a wolf pack, as long as that wise eye appears, all wolves become supporting characters.

"I think you're pretty well written."

After class, Chen Wenwen came over and comforted.

This girl, who likes to wear cotton skirts and lace socks, exudes a clean and literary atmosphere all over her body, like glass bubbles that have just been blown out.

On the first day she entered the class, she was surrounded by seven or eight boys, including Lu Mingfei.

And he is also the only two people who were invited by Chen Wenwen to join the literary club, the other is Zhao Menghua, the monkey version of "Chu Zihang".

In all fairness, Chen Wenwen is very good to Lu Mingfei.

Except for her, there will be no second girl who takes the initiative to talk to Lu Mingfei, and there will be no second girl who is willing to walk home with him.

That immature love spanned thousands of years, and finally was slowly melted by a strong will, and only one sentence was left sincere.

"Thank you."

"You feel so different today."

Chen Wenwen is a delicate and sensitive person, and she immediately noticed a hint of strangeness.

"Yesterday's me is not today's me, only faith is eternal."

Lu Mingfei uttered a proverb.

He heard it from a Holy Blood priest and thought so.

"What a profound look, are you religious?"

Chen Wenwen's eyes lit up.

This kind of mysterious sentence is the favorite of all literary and artistic youth.

"I believe in the Lord of Mankind, the Great Emperor."

Lu Mingfei is not a warband priest, but if anyone is interested, he doesn't mind preaching about the emperor's brilliance.

Just as he was about to start talking about the Emperor's Unification of Terra, a voice interjected.

"Lu Mingfei, you were very brave just now, you dared to talk to the teacher like that."

The monkey version of "Chu Zihang" came over, but his eyes looked at Chen Wenwen.

Chen Wenwen also noticed his gaze and pursed her lips slightly.

"Warriors don't need to be mined."

Lu Mingfei replied.

When he first traveled to the Warhammer universe, he told a lot of lies to survive.

Even when he first became a Space Marine, he tried not to open his mouth in order not to be questioned about his loyalty.

It wasn't until the battle brothers around him changed one after another, and he became the noblest and oldest warrior in the warband, that he confided all the doubts in his heart to the emperor without scruples.

Sometimes, Lu Mingfei gets inspiration from prayer.

Sometimes, the emperor's gaze does not fall on him.

But that didn't matter, his faith was as indestructible as gold.

"You won't really believe you're a Space Marine, come on, we're both high school students, let's get older."

Zhao Menghua patted him on the shoulder.

"If you want to talk to Chen Wenwen, please choose the right time for yourself. I don't like to be interrupted when I'm talking. ”

Lu Mingfei unceremoniously punctured his thoughts.

"Lu Mingfei, what did you say?"

Chen Wenwen's fair face immediately flushed, and she stomped out of the classroom.

"Chen Wenwen! Lu Mingfei, you wait. ”

Zhao Menghua glared at him and hurriedly chased him out.

"Mortal."

Lu Mingfei shook his head.

Even if he returned to the mortal body, he did not bother to understand this childish, troublesome emotion.