Although a very vicious school shooting occurred in the morning, I was surprised that the school did not suspend classes because of this, and all teaching activities continued as usual. This really makes me find it extremely puzzling. Could it be that someone just wanted to develop the plot?
You can completely ignore logic...cough cough, slip of the tongue...
In sharp contrast to us, the Canglan Private High School across the street, where the shooting occurred, was quickly cordoned off, and the students inside were moved to a safe location in time. Unlike our school, where nothing seemed to have happened.
It's like heaven and earth compared to each other.
The courses in the third year of high school are quite boring. You have to cram all kinds of things into your brain that seem to you to have nothing to do with your own world throughout the year, just to write them down on a stack of paper every July and then write them down.
Forget about those things for the next four years.
The person who teaches us English is a very kind old lady. It is said that she used to teach Chinese to foreigners in a private school in the UK. This led to our lovely teacher having a very unique habit: she always spoke quickly every time in class.
Duan's English, and then when translating to Chinese for us, he slowed down the speed very slowly, and made each word with accented accents more pronounced, for fear that we would not understand.
In short, this is a very speechless thing.
I squinted my eyes slightly and tried to distinguish the parts I could understand from the authentic London accents around me and splice them into understandable sentences (this is really a very challenging thing, I guess it is no less difficult)
In the process of analyzing the ancient Egyptian pharaoh's breakfast recipe based on half a stone tablet), a small paper ball suddenly jumped out from the side and hit me accurately on the head.
I took the paper ball and quickly calculated the elevation velocity of the direction in which the paper ball was flying and the wind speed and local acceleration at that time...Okay, let's open the paper ball and take a look.
A line of highly encrypted, suspected alien text appeared in front of me: "Ajun, how is your sister?"
This kind of Chinese handwriting that looks like Van Gogh wrote it with his left hand after drinking two pounds of Erguotou was undoubtedly written by Qian Qian. Only a few people in the world, including me, can write this bad handwriting in a short time.
This also means that every time Qian Qian and I pass notes during the exam, we don’t have to worry about being picked up by others and making it easier for outsiders - in a sense, Qian Qian’s words and the code book are the same.
functional.
"She is very good. Her classmates and teachers seem to take good care of her. I don't think anyone would bully a blind girl cruelly, right?" I wrote in a handwriting that is no less difficult to read than shallow handwriting.
"That's not necessarily the case. You have to take good care of your sister. She is very pitiful. I can't forgive you if you let her be bullied!"
...I never expected that Pandora's cute appearance and the unfortunate childhood I made up for her would have such a powerful destructive power, that Qian Qian, who is so nervous and carefree, would completely become her hardcore lover in such a short period of time.
protector……
Bullying Pandora? I thought about Pandora's terrifying fighting posture that morning, and then the corner of my mouth twitched.
How many heavily armed regular troops are needed to bully a war machine of that strategic level?
Just when I was still imagining the majestic appearance of Pandora in battle with an anti-phase cannon and a psionic siege cannon fighting against the United Human Legion, a strange feeling suddenly came from the depths of my spirit. This feeling... Could it be
Is Pandora contacting me?
No, it’s not Pandora. According to Pandora, as my chief assistant officer, she and I have a method of contact called an unlimited contact channel, so if she has any situation, she can directly have a mental dialogue with me, but now
This fluctuation in the depths of my psyche seemed to be a request for connection - Pandora had no need for this.
Although I don’t know who the other party is, I’m sure it’s related to the Xiling Empire.
I lowered my head and looked like I was reading a book seriously to hide the surprise that might appear for a while, and then agreed to the connection.
"This is World Arbitration Organization Unit 2, Gaia, requesting direct communication rights with the Emperor." A message identifying myself appeared in my mind.
Gaia? I was stunned for a moment, and then I immediately realized that the other party was the translucent projection I had seen in my dream.
In fact, I have always had a lot of doubts about the dream that day. For example, why was there only one air fortress in the sky at that time, and where did the other two go? Why did it almost touch the ground? What exactly is the so-called world arbitration agency? And more importantly,
, is that female projection called Gaia the consciousness of that huge fortress in the sky?
Although there are so many doubts, it is a pity that due to the intermittent connection with the Xiling mother star, it is impossible for those remaining signal fragments after a long journey in the timeless space tunnel to transmit the information of that world again.
The scene was synchronously reflected in my dream, just like an online game being stuck due to too slow Internet speed. The world in my dream has always maintained the last scene I saw that night, and the connection with the Xiling mother planet is almost complete.
Interruption, even Pandora can only get some very vague signals.
When he asked Pandora, the other party said that he did not have enough authority and did not have the right to use any information about the world's arbitration organization.
What does this artificial intelligence from Xiling's home planet want to do with me now?
Out of curiosity, I agreed to the other party's request to talk to me directly. At the same time, I felt that the spiritual connection from another frequency band was also coming through.
This is a spiritual signal belonging to Pandora. Due to the distance, the signal from Gaia is severely distorted. Without Pandora's information correction, I am afraid that I will not be able to understand this message any better than I can understand the orthodox London accent of the English old lady.
Simple.
Although it is a signal transmission that is said to have no time difference, after all, the absolute spatial distance is there, and it has been corrected and filtered by Pandora. Gaia's voice came after several seconds, and it was very calm and characteristic of Xiling.
The tone and content directly shocked me.
"The First Legion of the Imperial Expeditionary Force has entered the space jump 1 hour ago your local time and is expected to arrive at your planet in 12 hours. Please prepare to receive it."
What? What did you say? Wait, fairy sister, did you make a mistake?
However, the series of questioning messages I sent received no reply at all, and the spiritual connection has been interrupted.
It seems that the connection this time was also an unstable one that was forcibly established. The connection failed after only ten seconds, leaving me alone here with my head as big as a bucket.
Imperial Expeditionary Force?
What exactly are you planning on going on an expedition?
"Hey, Pandora, did you hear that? About the Imperial Expeditionary Force."
"Yes."
"Do you know what's going on? Why did such an army suddenly appear?"
"To put it simply, it is my direct unit, the Heavy Pandora Legion."
Pandora replied in a calm tone, even though we were only connected on a spiritual level, I can still easily imagine Pandora's calm and matter-of-fact expression when she answered this question.
Perhaps to her, sending an army somewhere is simply a trivial matter, right?
But to me, this is quite a big deal!
For just a moment, I seemed to see my peaceful life quickly leaving me...