Wearing a hat, Teller walked on the marble that was gently caressed by dewdrops and looked pure white and bright in the morning light.
I calmly looked at everything around me that had been purified by the night, and smiled unconsciously. Only then did I realize that I hadn't felt the morning air in a while.
There were constantly college students pushing carts around to sell breakfast, and there were many carts carrying umbrellas with light blue petals. Teller knew they were in the shape of ethereal flowers.
His eyes moved slightly. He did not expect that during his brief coma, Iser had already entered the college's food market with the Ethereal Flower, and it seemed that the scale was not too small.
Wei Wei sighed but quickly withdrew his gaze, not wanting to disturb their business, and quietly walked through the crowd.
But the members under the blue petals all noticed their deputy leader Osman Teller, the deputy leader who guards the dark side of the ethereal flower.
He briefly stopped what he was doing, but did not make any extraordinary declarations or actions. He simply watched Teller go away with Akagi in his eyes.
"Hey! Don't be in a daze!! I'm going to be late! Classmate!"
A voice urged the person in front of him to stop, but he was patted on the back by his companion, and then followed the eyes of the Ethereal Flower members and pointed at Teller's back.
"What?"
The young man was a little impatient with the people around him. He turned his head and looked in the direction of his finger. Looking at Mo Ming's back, his eyes were still a little confused when he heard the explanation from his companion.
"That's Osman Teller!!"
As soon as the words fell, the eyes of the person who was still a little impatient suddenly began to shake slightly, and his breathing became a little rapid!
Because the name Osman Teller is now like an urban legend in a small circle of journalists.
Even though Fogtan did not announce the specific details of the conflict, it only announced the final result, which made many people think that this situation was a situation set by the Order to eradicate the plastic demolition.
But there is still another version above the fog talk.
A myth-like version is that the real leader of the Ethereal Flower is not actually their president Isel Tris! But Osman Teller, who is everywhere like a shadow.
He is behind countless incidents, but it seems as if he does not exist, the deputy leader of Konglinghua!
From the initial challenge, it was obviously a two-player battle, but after the end, there was no scattered description of Osman Teller in the fog talk. This anomaly was not very strange at the time, but after comparison, it will be found that it is surprising.
Weird.
Because when Konglinghua was first founded, his image was still so unpopular, but he was able to sit firmly in the position of deputy leader.
Later, after he disappeared for nearly half a month, he suddenly appeared in the competition where everyone thought that Konglinghua would lose, directly squeezing out the person who was originally partnered with Iser, but the internal situation of Konglinghua
There is still no objection to his decision.
It’s hard not to think of something in bits and pieces!!
In the recent conflict, Teller was brought back to life at the hands of the Orderer, becoming a turning point in the all-out conflict!!
If it were just this one time, he might still believe that it was the Orderer's plan, but in his eyes, too many stories of Ethereal Flower revolve around two people: Osman Teller and Isel Tris. But there was no propaganda in the fog talk, and there was no excessive description of their mysterious deputy leader.
But such a mysterious man appeared in front of him at this moment. The reporter's instinct drove his curiosity. There was really no reason to let go of such a good opportunity. He turned around and took a picture of his companion and said
"Help me settle the bill and I'll pay it later."
Just when he was about to rush in the direction of Teller, the person standing under the ethereal petals suddenly stood in front of him, blocking his way. After stretching unnaturally, he slowly walked back.
Stall.
But at this moment, because of Teller's power of order, he could no longer find the people in the crowd, and when he turned around, he just wanted to spit out the fragrance.
But he saw the member of Hollow Flower in front of him, looked at him with a half-smile, handed over the two prepared fish dumplings and said
"These two portions are mine, I hope you won't be offended."
This move also made the reporter a little stunned. He wanted to say something but was blocked by the not-so-cheap food in his hand, and sighed.
It was a pity that I looked at the crowd and tried to search for it one last time, but I could no longer find that ordinary-looking figure.
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"Okay, classmates, class begins now."
With the smiling Professor Goodwin Bayer in front of him, he spoke to the sea breeze that made people a little messy.
At this moment, Teller, who was hiding low-key in the crowd, had a big question mark on his head, and he looked around at the surrounding scenery.
What you can see in front of you is the boundless sea. There are faint fishes tumbling on the not too calm sea. Looking behind you, you can almost see the entire college. However, you still can't see the lines of the college's road clearly.
At this moment, Teller was not too puzzled by this strange refraction phenomenon, but complained in his mind that the platform in front of him had the slightest connection with the course.
The only places that Teller can think of now are observation decks and jumping machines.
When I think about this being my first class, I can’t help but laugh.
At this time, the professor began to call and said loudly
"In case there are students who are taking the class for the first time, I will first explain the specific theoretical principles of the bullet time course.
First of all, the so-called bullet time is actually a bit similar to the time acceleration of [time] sequence, but this course allows you to have short-term subjective time acceleration if it is not a [time] sequence, and the effect can be further enhanced if it is a [time] sequence. p>
In layman's terms, subjective time is the flow rate of time that you know or think.
For example, one second in objective time is 1 second for a human, but 4 seconds for a cat, so your subjective consciousness determines the length of your life.
Based on the research on world development, psychology and theology of order, it was discovered that the revolving lantern when people are about to die is a manifestation of the extension of your subjective time.
Of course, we can't let you experience near-death. After all, the school hospital doesn't have nothing to do.
We will use another way to make you passively aware of the existence of master time, and that is to jump off the building.
The subjective time when a person falls from a building is often twice the real time. As long as you feel the change of time by constantly jumping off the building, you can basically get started with bullet time. Of course, I will work hard to ensure your safety. p>
So I think you should understand what I mean! Any students want to be a demonstration?"
Looking at Professor Bayer’s somewhat mean expression at the end and the two somewhat dangerous words “effort”.
Teller was stunned, and his heart was pounding. What kind of class is this? Bullet time class??? Shouldn't it be called a jumping simulation class???
He raised his eyebrows and was happily complaining in his heart.
His hand was instantly raised by the person next to him. The sudden movement made Teller stunned, and the professor's call also came with the raised hand.
Teller immediately looked at the person next to him, and then he discovered the familiar face.
The corner of his mouth twitched, he grabbed Jennifer directly with his backhand, and quickly mobilized the [wind] element to push.
The two of them, who were a little sluggish, flew out of the crowd and stood in front of the professor.
He was instantly picked up by the professor using the [wind] element and lifted into the sky thousands of meters high.
A sudden reminder from the professor came to my ears
"I forgot to mention it just now. When you fall, remember to count the time of your fall."
The two looked at each other with some shame and were about to say something.
The feeling of weightlessness came over them like a tide, swallowing up their bodies.