The principal's office is located at the highest point of the mountain. Xu Boyan stands in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, overlooking the entire campus. He is wearing a black suit, with a sharp-edged face, a neat shaved head, and cigar smoke lingering between his fingers.
This is the third year since he bought the school.
Next to him is Lin Nan, the dean of academic affairs. He is shaking the glass in his hand, and the ice cubes in the whiskey hit the glass and make a crisp sound. He is slightly fat and looks very friendly with a smile. He is the famous "Smiling Tiger" in the school.
In the distance, in the direction of the school gate, spaceships of various sizes land from time to time. The gate is even more crowded, with various types of light armor parked there.
A face flashed across the light screen in the principal's room.
Lin Nan Heiran: "He Wei, the youngest son of He Yong, chairman of Changsheng Group, is sixteen years old this year. He has a fiery personality. Before he was at Hoffman College, he participated in and caused 26 fights in just two years, and injured more than
44 people, three of whom were seriously injured, and He Wei was one of them. After he recovered from his injuries, he intensified his behavior and acted unscrupulously. He was expelled from Hoffman College. It is said that Hoffman College even rejected He Yong's five million donation."
Xu Boyan took a puff of his cigar and asked, "How much will He Yong donate to us?"
Lin Nan stretched out a finger: "Ten million."
Xu Boyan blew out the smoke and showed a satisfied look: "Very good."
Another silver-haired girl with a cold expression appeared on the light screen. She wore a black leather ring around her neck. The metal triangular rivets on the leather ring shone coldly. Green and red tattoos were visible on the back of her neck. Standing next to her was a noble lady with a full face.
She said something lovingly, and the girl looked impatient.
Lin Nan laughed again: "Nie Xiaoru, the daughter of Nie Jihu, the commander of the Sanshanxing Local Security Department, is fifteen years old this year. He has a rebellious personality. The most famous incident was that he beat up the entire class with one person and injured six teachers.
, and also demolished the school’s Academic Affairs Office.”
Xu Boyan laughed and said: "Then you have to be careful about your office."
Lin Nan said indifferently: "It's best to tear it down so that I can build a new one. With the compensation agreement, even the Director of the Security Department will have to spit out some pieces of meat for me!"
Xu Boyan asked: "How much is her sponsorship fee?"
Lin Nan: "Five million."
Xu Boyan was noncommittal.
Lin Nan said: "There is another piece of land. I went to see it. The location is pretty good."
Xu Boyan nodded: "That's pretty much it."
He suddenly noticed a blue light armor in the crowd and couldn't help but squint his eyes: "Whose is that blue light armor?"
Lin Nan showed admiration and praised: "The principal has great eyesight!"
He adjusted the light screen, and a boy with droopy eyebrows and eye-catching red hair appeared on it.
"Qu Xiao, sixteen years old, the son of super master Qu Sheng. I made a special investigation and found out that Qu Sheng has not returned for seven years and his whereabouts are unknown. But after all, Qu Xiao is from a famous family and has good strength, much better than his peers. He
I grew up with my mother and am quite sensible."
"Why did you come to our school?"
"It was said that it was a teacher-student relationship and he was expelled from the school."
Xu Boyan clicked his tongue: "I can't tell. He looks quite honest and is better than him. Have you paid the sponsorship fee?"
Lin Nan: "I paid it. The criminal record is not too serious. According to the standards of ordinary students, it is five hundred thousand."
Xu Boyan nodded: "Very good. The sponsorship fee cannot be opened, not even for Qu Sheng's son."
Lin Nan smiled and said: "Yes, if you open this hole, we will not be able to drink from the northwest wind in the future?"
At this moment, there was a sudden commotion among the crowd at the school gate, which attracted their attention.
Dragon City stands at the registration desk.
He refused to accompany Uncle Gen. The training camp was very dangerous and he was not sure he was capable of protecting Uncle Gen's safety.
I had trouble signing up.
The staff looked at Long Cheng up and down. Judging from his clothes, he seemed to be quite poor. He asked Long Cheng: "You said you wanted to sign up?"
Longcheng said yes.
The staff has a high level of professionalism. It is not common but not uncommon to pretend to be a pig and eat a tiger. He showed a professional smile and said: "Okay, please fill out the form. We will check your file information. If there is no record, you only need to pay
With a sponsorship fee of 500,000 yuan, you can enroll. If there are serious fault records, the sponsorship fee will be increased as appropriate, and a dedicated person will contact you."
Longcheng has studied the admission brochure of Fengn Guangjia Academy and can memorize every word. He must go all out for this dangerous training camp. According to the admission brochure, there are two ways to apply for admission to the school. One is
Pay the sponsorship fee, and the other is to pass the entrance examination.
Longcheng said he applied for the entrance examination.
He doesn't have a sponsorship fee of 500,000 yuan, and his grandma doesn't have that much savings. Moreover, Longcheng feels that paying the sponsorship fee is too unreasonable. Who would spend so much money to go to a training camp in such a dangerous place where one could die at any time?
The staff member was stunned for a moment, thinking he heard wrongly: "You, you said you applied for the entrance examination?"
Longcheng said yes.
The staff suddenly panicked. He had been in charge of admissions for three years, and this was the first time he encountered this situation. His first reaction was that the other party was joking with him, but he suddenly remembered that this was indeed written in the admissions brochure.
But they, the staff in charge of admissions, have never taken the so-called entrance examination seriously. What kind of school is this? It is called a "lunatic asylum", "death school", and "garbage concentration camp", which gathers seven nearby planets.
The most dangerous, violent and rubbish students. Unless there is really no school to go to, no one will come here to go to school.
The staff looked at Long Cheng who looked serious and froze on the spot, not knowing what to do.
The surrounding students and parents noticed something unusual and looked over with some curiosity.
Long Cheng, who is simply dressed in simple clothes, is very eye-catching among the crowd. The families who come to Fenren Guangjia College are either rich or expensive, and the high sponsorship fees almost exclude most ordinary families. The bad and unorganized campus atmosphere,
Fights and fights occur frequently, and injuries and injuries are commonplace, followed by high treatment costs. Today's medical science is advanced, as long as there is no death on the spot and you have money, no matter how serious the injury is, it can be cured.
In the past, there were some local students at Fengneng Guangjia College, but many of them were injured and unable to pay the high treatment fees and ended up with lifelong disabilities. This made the school notorious and no local students applied for it anymore.
Fengneng Guangjia College has since then completely developed the sponsorship model.
"Entrance examination? Haha, is there anything wrong with this guy's head?"
"I haven't heard that Fengren has any entrance examination."
"I don't have money but I still want to get in, what else can I do?"
"interesting."
Whispering chatter penetrated Long Cheng's ears like a tide. His hearing was very keen. He was a little surprised. Did they all pay sponsorship fees? Spend money to enter a place where they might die? What a strange group of people.
He had to go to school, otherwise he would have to leave grandma and leave the farm. Maybe he could escape, but that would only cause trouble for everyone, and he didn't want to cause trouble for everyone.
Long Cheng stared at the staff and narrowed his eyes slightly.
His posture did not change, but his center of gravity was slightly tilted forward. He was considering whether to fight all the way in. In the training camp, no matter how many people you killed, no one would be punished. Only the weak would be punished.
The staff member was lowering his head to answer the phone and didn't notice anything unusual. The school security manager, who was watching the excitement, suddenly smelled a hint of danger. He couldn't help but frown and looked at Long Cheng carefully. He was clearly an ordinary boy who could be seen everywhere.
He guessed that he had been a little overworked recently, and it seemed that he needed to be more restrained. He coughed lightly and removed the laser gun from his waist with his palm.
The staff member looked up and smiled again. He had just received a call from the principal's office and felt confident. The principal's instructions were very clear. With so many students and parents watching, the school could not break its word.
Anyway, there is no entrance examination content written in the admissions brochure.
He smiled at Long Cheng: "Yes, we can apply for the entrance examination. We are a light armor academy. The school does not provide light armor. Students need to bring their own light armor. Did you bring your light armor?"
As if to prove that he was not intentionally making things difficult, he quickly added: "There is a special reminder in the admissions brochure."
Longcheng said that he brought the light armor and pointed to the [Iron Plowing King] parked in the light armor berth.
Everyone present looked at Long Cheng's hand, and after a brief silence, the whole audience burst into laughter.
"Fuck, what the hell is this?"
"Oh my god, you will be surprised if you sign up. This is the right school for you!"
"Poor kid, he's in the wrong place."
The loud noise made Long Cheng a little uncomfortable. In the training camp, he learned how to kill people quietly in the dead of night, instead of performing in front of everyone.
The instructor said that the killer should walk in the shadows and not be exposed to the sun.
In people's eyes, Longcheng's discomfort looked like the confusion of an ignorant boy, and they laughed even harder.
The staff were also dumbfounded. He joined the company after the new principal took over and was responsible for the registration of new students for three years. He had never encountered such a dumbfounding scene.
He had a strange expression: "Is this light armor?"
Longcheng asked back if agricultural light armor is not light armor?
Upon hearing Long Cheng's answer, whistles suddenly erupted all around. This group of students were not law-abiding people, and they immediately started making noises.
"What happened to the agricultural light armor? The agricultural light armor is also light armor!"
"That's right! We are a light armor academy, not a combat light armor academy!"
"Oh, if you didn't tell me, I wouldn't have known it was agricultural light armor. I thought it was a modified model by some master."
"Haha, brother, show your skills and teach these idiot teachers in school how to farm!"
Long Cheng glanced around from the corner of his eyes and felt a little strange. Could these be his competitors in the training camp? They didn't look very strong, much worse than the training camp students he escaped from. Well, maybe they were
As a disguise, Long Cheng secretly reminded himself not to let his guard down.
The staff member didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He was sure that there was a farce in front of him. The instructions from the principal's office came to his ears. He listened carefully for a moment and then said: "It is your right to choose which light armor to use, but I need to remind you that you only have one assessment."
If you fail the opportunity, you will lose your admission qualification. At that time, if you want to enroll again, you will have to pay double the sponsorship fee."
Longcheng said yes.
The people around him stopped talking. They were also curious about what the entrance examination content was.
The staff took a deep breath and solemnly said: "The content of the entrance examination is very simple. Have you noticed the building on the mountain in the distance? That is the principal's office. From the school gate, you can go to the principal's office. You can choose any way. As long as the time is six
Pass the assessment within minutes. Note that the security facilities in the campus have been turned on. All low-altitude flights will be attacked. Please pay attention to avoid them. If you are injured, the school is not responsible for the treatment. In addition, if you damage the buildings along the way, please compensate for the original price. We have already
Turn on the recording throughout the entire process. Once you choose to start, you agree to these terms. Are there any questions?"
The crowds around were in an uproar, and the students watching the excitement were indignant. The campus with security turned on, tore off its quiet and peaceful disguise, revealed all kinds of ferocious gun barrels stretching into the sky, so densely packed that it chilled people's hearts.
"This is deliberately making things difficult for people! How can we fly over?"
"Damn it, you don't want to kill people and silence them!"
"Dirty school! This school has shady intentions. I have to be careful when school starts."
Long Cheng turned around and left without saying a word. Just when everyone thought he was leaving, with a rumble, [Iron Plow King] strode to the school gate.
The external amplifier equipment of Tiegengwang is old, and the sound is somewhat distorted with a sizzling electric sound.
Long Cheng said he was ready.
The whole place was quiet for a moment, and a roar rose into the sky. Some felt that he was overestimating his abilities, some felt that his courage was commendable, and some felt that it was ridiculous and nothing more than a farce.
In the center of the sound wave, the old iron plow king was like a silent farmer, standing silently and motionless.
