Luo Xiasheng had to look up at Matthew, but it was obvious that he didn't like this posture.
So he just looked at Matthew once and then focused his eyes in front of him, still eating the lollipop with relish.
"Well, I want to play in the last game."
Luo Xiasheng said in Crescent Moon Language.
Matthew remained expressionless and asked: "Reason?"
"I need a ticket to officially join [Crater]."
With a bang, Luo Xiasheng chewed up the candy and threw the plastic rod aside.
The black eye bags have a slight smoky makeup effect, and the combination of the watermelon head and the smiling face makes this face a bit scary.
Matthew’s eyes suddenly became sharp!
If Luo Xiasheng hadn't activated a sound isolation field when he opened his mouth, Matthew might have grabbed the opponent's neck.
Does this freak know what he's talking about?
The Crater Organization points directly to the core secrets of Sauron Academy.
This organization, which existed before the first Crescent People established their base, can be traced back to the Five Eyes Alliance.
"Do you know what you are talking about? You are just a first-year observer."
Matthew's good qualities allowed him to remain calm.
Luo Xiasheng's eyes were a little distant. His gaze fell on the hurricane preparation table and looked at the girl with a delicate and cold face.
"I'm very interested in her."
"As for what I'm talking about, of course I know it very well, Senior Matthew."
Luo Xiasheng turned around and showed a heart-stopping smile: "But you are wrong about one thing. It is Solon College that needs me, not that I need Solon College."
"Are you threatening me?" Matthew's eyes were cold.
If they weren't in the exchange group, they would have taught this unruly guy a lesson today.
"What if I say yes?" Luo Xiasheng said with a smile.
Just when Matthew was finally ready to take action, Luo Xiasheng's next words made him pause suddenly.
"You may not know that I have implanted seventh-generation chips...three."
The watermelon-headed boy hit his head, his face full of innocence, but what he said made Matthew, an official member of [Crater], feel a chill in his surroundings.
The seventh-generation chip is a chip that only senior members of the [Crater Mountain] organization will carry.
For ordinary New Moon people, if they directly cross several levels and install the seventh-generation combat chip, the brain will not be able to complete biological suppression after activating the chip, which will eventually lead to damage to the brain lobes, ranging from paralysis to idiots, and even worse.
Directly exploded to death.
"As for the genetic medicine, you just completed the third optimization, but you don't know that I just completed the fourth genetic optimization last week, and by the way, I unlocked the second layer of genetic restrictions."
Luo Xiasheng said playfully, blowing the bangs on his forehead.
Second level genetic restriction?
Matthew's thoughts had completely wandered.
How could this distant concept be related to the cynical guy in front of me?
10 times the limit state of a first-level genetic liberator, the muscle tissue that has completely changed its molecular structure can easily withstand thermal weapon attacks, and can even easily break through the speed of sound!
As for the fatal trauma that ordinary people may suffer...
For those who turn on the second-level genetic restriction, it is just a matter of eating a few bites of food.
You can even go into space and survive for more than ten minutes without wearing any protective gear before returning!
Even if the state of unlocking the genetic restriction is counted in seconds, it means that the opponent has officially entered the ranks of true high-level combat power!
So, how many words of encouragement Mr. Feng Yiluo said to himself on the Crescent Ship are true?
Will I really be the next generation leader of Sauron Academy?
Matthew, who was the calmest, felt a little confused at the moment.
Luo Xiasheng's sudden opening completely disrupted his understanding of himself!
…
"If you don't say anything, I'll take it as your consent, hehe."
"I'm not interested in targeting you specifically, it's just that that beautiful girl made me feel what fate is."
Luo Xiasheng casually patted Matthew's shoulder, stretched out and leaned on the chair, his crossed legs swinging rhythmically.
This action was clearly broadcast back to the lunar base.
In the live broadcast hall of Solon College, 300 freshmen were in an uproar.
The freshman actually reached out and patted Matthew on the shoulder in an encouraging manner?
What kind of identity does he have!?
A freshman who is an observer is so ignorant?
Shouldn't Matthew kick that guy away in the next second?
However, the images sent back caused a long silence in the live broadcast room.
Matthew's originally upright body was now slightly lowered, with his hands on his knees, and his eyes seemed a little dull.
"What's going on here?"
"What's wrong with Senior Matthew? Why don't you teach that damn black hair a lesson?"
Watermelon head, dark eye bags, black hair, short stature.
Luo Xiasheng, who has typical characteristics of East Asians on Earth, is not popular in the eyes of this group of Sauron elite students.
Most people didn't even know that there was such a guy in this freshmen class before today.
Matthew's lack of expression directly subverted everyone's perception.
Just when the students began to mobilize their personal connections to search for the origins of this Luo Xiasheng, the high-energy duel that suddenly broke out in the live broadcast attracted attention again.
…
"You are very powerful. If you submit your application for Solon College, I think the school will be happy to accept you."
Gabriel's whole body was as light as a feather, like a thin piece of paper, swinging freely with the wind of Henry Zhang's fiery fists.
No matter how violent Henry Zhang's punches were, he always kept an absolutely safe distance of about one and a half meters from Henry Zhang's attack range.
"But, I don't have the patience to play with you anymore. After all, timeout is an insult to me."
Gabriel turned over gracefully with one hand behind his back, stepping on the fire shadows that Henry Zhang shot one after another, as cool as an archangel walking on fire.
Looking down at his watch, Gabriel slightly turned his head to avoid Henry Zhang's uppercut move, as if he had foresight.
The smell of burning air lingered on the tip of my nose.
A charming smile appeared on Gabriel's lips and he raised his head.
"20 seconds."
On the watch, a clear countdown number appears.
20,19…
"Tomahawk Offensive Model - High Altitude Bombing."
Seeing the gorgeous sea of fire swept out by Henry Zhang in an instant, Gabriel turned over and crossed a large arc to land twenty meters directly in front of Henry Zhang.
When the soles of his feet hit the ground.
A distortion visible to the naked eye rose from the super-tough alloy ground.
Under the soles of the feet was the most violent shock wave.
A buzzing sound.
The audience can even see the tension-filled rebound of the ground.
Gabriel showed a strange animation that was almost reversed, still, and forward.
It's exactly the same as the previous retreat, but this time it's completely opposite.
