In the next few days, except for class time, Feng Qi basically traveled to and from the library, dormitory, and school restaurant.
The Hu Po Concept Competition is still two days away, but he is very calm inside.
After all, there is no doubt about the championship.
Originally, the purpose of participating in the Hupo Concept Competition as a class was to brainstorm and allow students in a class to work together to come up with a novel concept of a training system, and then explain the feasibility of this concept.
If this concept is approved by Hupo Research Institute, it can be included in the next major update of the training system, and researchers from Hupo Research Institute will be responsible for improving it.
But he has already perfected the theoretical knowledge of the human body. The students only need to follow the instructions, and during the competition, they only need to follow the process he described again.
It is equivalent to entering the competition with the answer to win the championship.
So there is no need to worry about not getting the eight million.
When he woke up this morning, Feng Qi first went to the school restaurant to have breakfast, and then walked straight outside the school.
The sun was shining brightly outside, and the scorching air twisted in waves in the sight.
Walking along the lake in front of the dormitory building, he came to the main road with statues of outstanding figures on both sides, and walked for about ten minutes before arriving at the gate.
Before he could leave the school gate, a burly man in a security uniform blocked his way.
"Students are not allowed to go out during the special training period of the school. Is there a special approval note?"
Hearing these words, Feng Qi responded with a smile:
"Uncle, I am a teacher, not a student."
The security uncle was obviously taken aback, as if he didn't believe that Feng Qi, who looked so young, was actually a school teacher, so he said:
"Let's check your identity."
Feng Qi heard this and nodded immediately, then stood in front of the testing equipment at the school gate.
After a green light swept across, the iris and face recognition authentication was passed, and the message of banning appeared on the screen above the instrument, with "substitute teacher" written clearly in the job column.
"Sorry, it's my duty." After confirming Feng Qi's identity, the security uncle immediately let him go.
"It's okay, thank you for your hard work." Feng Qi grinned, walked out of the school gate, and then took out his mobile phone.
After waiting for a while, the reserved vehicle slowly arrived.
After getting on the bus and confirming the information, the vehicle drove slowly towards Star City Sports and Culture Plaza.
The driver was a middle-aged man who was very talkative along the way, his words full of yearning for college life.
He also said that if his total score was not 700, which was just three or four hundred points short, he could have come to Star City University to study.
After chatting and chatting all the way, the car stopped at the south entrance of the Sports and Culture Plaza.
The automatic deduction was successful, Feng Qi got out of the car and walked straight to the Sports and Culture Center Square.
There is something big to do today.
As a "butterfly", he was ready to flap his wings a few times and give those three naughty children a few big mouths, thus erasing a stumbling block on the way to the rise of mankind.
The date and location of the establishment of the Destiny Association was recorded in the database, but there was no specific time, so he decided to squat from the morning until the three naughty kids showed up.
Walking on the road made of granite, there are green plants planted along the way.
Since there are no high-rise buildings nearby, you can see the blue sky when you look up, and the wide field of vision makes you feel comfortable.
Early in the morning, there were many figures active in the square.
Playing chess, exercising with equipment, running... the pace of life here is much slower than that of Star City University, but it is also a bit more leisurely.
As he glanced over, he noticed many figures with disabled bodies.
Many of the people active here at the moment are veterans who have retired from the front lines.
They were all field warriors fighting on the front line, but after being assessed as first-class disabled, they could only choose to spend the rest of their lives in this way.
Once you decide to become a frontline soldier, it is extremely difficult to start well and end well.
On the long and difficult road of fighting against the invasion of the realm, countless warriors' bodies were buried in the realm, and the only place their relatives could pay their respects was their graves.
With emotion in his heart, he came to the center of the square.
Here stands a monument more than ten meters high, with names engraved on it.
It was the martyrs on the monument who fought bloody battles and built the steel city wall with their comrades, which withstood the invasion of the field and saved Star City from falling.
It can also be said that the current Star City was built by these martyrs with their flesh, blood, sinews and bones.
The residents in the city also always believe that the heroic spirits of the martyrs are still guarding Star City, silently watching the development and rise of Star City, and looking forward to the arrival of victory with them.
After stepping forward and bowing, Feng Qi cast his gaze into the distance.
He didn't know when the naughty boy would come, and he didn't know when the naughty boy would hold the founding meeting of the Tianming Association, so he could only wander aimlessly in the square.
As the sun moves, the air becomes hotter.
But for him, whose physical fitness had been strengthened several times in future dreams, he did not feel any discomfort, and he did not even sweat on his forehead.
Walking in the cultural square, he sometimes looked at goldfish by the artificial lake, and sometimes walked on the cobblestone paths to admire the lush green plants.
The tight string in my mind was relaxed at this moment.
While waiting, the scorching sun moved directly overhead and the air became extremely hot.
At this time, the uncles and aunts also dispersed, and he was the only one still wandering around in the cultural square.
Like a hunter, waiting for prey.
The butterfly's big mouth has not yet twitched, so naturally he will not leave just like that, he can only continue to wait.
This wait lasted most of the day.
The scorching sun that was originally invisible to the eyes gradually tilted towards the west and turned into a red sun, burning the sky red.
And he finally saw three teenagers sitting on the ground on the lawn in the corner of the square, eating snacks.
In order not to "kill by mistake", he took a detour, then came to a plane tree behind them and began to listen to their conversation.
I saw a slightly fat boy eating potato chips, nodding and saying:
"I think you are right. Resources should be concentrated in the hands of our elites, and then we can promote the development of civilization. The current social system is still too biased towards those wastes. If these resources are integrated into our hands, we will
can create more value.”
After hearing these remarks, the young man eating a cone on the side hesitated and said:
"But my father said that there is no distinction between high and low people. There are many heroes in history who started from humble beginnings and accumulated bit by bit before becoming heroes remembered by us. If you do this as you say, it will not stop the rise of those common people.
the way."
Upon hearing these words, the third little boy wearing glasses immediately shook his head and retorted:
"Your father's idea is wrong. It is an old idea. I have recently read the big statistics. The probability of a hero of the era being born among civilians is much less than that of those from wealthy families. In this case, it is better to give us all the resources. Such a number of talents
It will also rise accordingly.”
Feng Qi, who was listening to their conversation through the sycamore tree, had veins pulsing on his forehead at this moment.
He didn't know where these little brats got their nonsense.
When the three views have not yet been formed, if you read too much distorted content, you will believe it and think it is the truth.
And this kind of thinking will continue to be strengthened and spread among small groups.
After another distorted speech, one of the teenagers stood up:
"In this case, we are establishing the Destiny Association here today. The purpose is to change this unreasonable society and unreasonable system until the day comes when all resources are concentrated in the hands of our elites."
Hearing this, Feng Qi was convinced.
The future Destiny Association was founded by these three little brats. At this time, he could no longer bear it.
The butterfly's big mouth is already ready to attack.
Thinking of this, he immediately stepped out from behind the sycamore tree and came to the three teenagers.
Seeing him, the three teenagers were obviously shocked.
After taking a look at the sycamore tree behind him, the leading young man asked with doubts on his face:
"You want to join too?"
"I add you as an uncle. Studying is to make you understand honor and disgrace clearly, to be restrained and self-effacing, to be strict with yourself, and to be lenient to others. It is not to make you feel that you are the descendants of the elite class, that you know a few more big words and understand a few more words than others.
If you have two knowledges, you will be superior to others and feel complacent."
With that said, the young man headed by Feng Qi picked him up, took off his pants and slapped him violently. No matter how hard the young man struggled, he would not relent.
In fact, the future growth and development of the Destiny Association will basically have nothing to do with these three teenagers.
They are only the early leaders of the Destiny Association, but some trends will grow rapidly once they are formed.
Just like the plot in the movie "The Wave", what was originally a simulation experiment gradually became uncontrollable in the end, and it is very scary after the ideological understanding is changed.
The same goes for the behavior of these three little boys.
So what he has to do now is to kill the hidden danger at the source and nip it in the bud.
Seeing their companion being beaten violently, the other two teenagers were dumbfounded and struggled internally.
It would be too unloyal to run now, but if you don't run, it might be your turn later.
While they were hesitating, Feng Qi put down the young leader whose buttocks were already swollen and red.
Butterfly's palm reached out to the second boy.
In the end, none of the three escaped and were beaten in turn.
There was resistance during the period, but their resistance was meaningless in front of Feng Qi, and they were beaten even worse.
Finally, one boy couldn't help but started to cry loudly.
But Feng Qi was not soft-hearted at all, and he had to be beaten when he deserved it. The butterfly's wings (ba) continued to stir up troubles in the long river of history.
"Have you decided to form the Destiny Association yet?"
Looking at Feng Qi, the three little boys sobbed and shook their heads quickly, completely giving in.
"Give you a chance to change your ways, read more history books when you have time, and improve your cultural heritage. Then you will understand how stupid you are now. If I find out that you are going to form some bullshit destiny association again, it won't be the next time.
It's so easy to spank your ass."
Looking at the three people who nodded obediently, Feng Qi lost most of his anger, glared at them again, turned around and left.
…
After Feng Qi walked away, they continued to sob for a while before they regained their composure.
Feeling the burning pain in their buttocks, their faces were full of despair.
Until now, they are still a little confused and don't know where Feng Qi comes from.
They even suspected that this guy was a violent maniac who happened to pass by and saw that they were unhappy, so he would find any reason to beat them up.
"We can't compromise. The harder it is, the more we have to persevere." At this moment, the leading boy, whose face was stained with tears, sobbed.
After hearing these words, the other two people turned their attention to him.
"Next time we change the place and the time, will he still be able to find us?"
The other two teenagers heard this, hesitated again and again, and chose to nod.
"Go home first."
Under the setting sun, the three teenagers limped, supported each other, and walked further and further away while choking.
