"Hey, Ange, haven't I seen you for a long time? Have you gained weight?" The researchers from the Equipment Department greeted him cordially.
Hearing the warm greetings from these guys, Angre's mouth twitched slightly, "Hiss——"
It hurts.
It was agreed that he would not hit someone in the face, but that guy Xuanhao came specifically to hit him in the face, making him dare not go out for a long time, and he was too embarrassed to attend the school board meeting.
He gets angry when he thinks of this. He can't play, can't fight, and feels aggrieved! I don't know if it's because he's too old, but whenever he faces Xuan Hao, he feels a deep sense of powerlessness.
feel.
This person seems to treat him as a toy...
Anger recalled the night when Xuan Hao returned to the academy.
It was an unforgettable 'wonderful' night.
Late at night, there was a knock on the office door.
Angers saw the man walking into the office with a gift box and a kind face, as if he was visiting an old friend he hadn't seen for a long time to catch up.
He even brought souvenirs.
In the gift box were bandages, anti-inflammatories, a pair of boxing gloves and a music box.
Angers originally resisted, but that night, he finally saw how terrifying the man in front of him really was.
This was also his first real confrontation with Xuan Hao.
Of course, this is just what he thought, but to Xuan Hao, this is just a small punishment for the ignorant.
Angers tried his best to maintain the realm of Time Zero, but under the vice-principal's discipline, even he could not exert his full strength.
He originally thought he was fast enough.
But the oncoming fists still punched him in the face.
Moreover, the intensity is even and the rhythm is consistent with the music playing from the music box. It seems to be telling him, 'I'm going to beat you, what's wrong?'
'I'm still following the rhythm. If you can, just block it and watch?'
It was obvious that the opponent's target was so clear, and it was aimed at his face. It was obvious that the opponent's attack rhythm had been clearly stated to him, but it was still useless. Ange found that he could not fight back at all, let alone fight back, and he could not even protect his face.
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The song ends.
Angers felt like the whole world was spinning.
This was probably the worst beating he had received in a hundred years.
The whole person was slumped in the tattered sawdust. This pile of sawdust was his precious antique desk.
The glove fell gently on his head, and with blurred vision, he watched the man throw down the glove and leave the office with a sneer, and politely closed the door.
The whole plastic surgery process went very smoothly and didn't even alarm anyone in the academy.
Because of this, Ange was too embarrassed to show up at the opening ceremony even with his bruised and swollen face.
If today's meeting wasn't very important, he would have even wanted to refuse it.
Fortunately, this is a conference room located 120 meters below the college, and the group of guys in front of them will hardly leave here, let alone come into contact with the outside world, so it should not be a big problem.
Because the group of guys in front of them believe that everything in the outside world is bacteria, they are not even willing to let outsiders breathe the air in the same space, including of course Angers.
At this moment, these guys are attending the meeting wearing fully enclosed biochemical protective suits, complete with rubber boots, protective glasses, respirators, and portable oxygen tubes!
The entire conference room echoed with the heavy sound of the respirator. Dozens of pairs of eyes couldn't help but smile, looking at Angers curiously, as if they were studying some new species.
Needless to say, this was the first time they had seen Ange with such a bruised nose and face, but one thing is that Ange looked much cuter like this than his usual coquettish appearance.
They are all professionally trained and generally won't laugh unless they can't help it.
"That's enough of you!" Angers covered his face and refused to face it, "Tell me what major discovery you suddenly asked me to make."
Angers now extremely regrets coming to Wat Alheim for a meeting. Every time he comes here, he will face this group of lunatics. This time it is even worse, and he will be laughed at by the lunatics. It is simply a kind of mental retardation.
Wat Alheim means 'the land of dwarfs' in Norse mythology. It is home to the world's top dwarf craftsmen, and the weapons of the gods are all made by them. At Kassel College, the popular
In other words, it is the equipment department, a gathering place for lunatics.
They are proud of their casting skills, but they are only interested in explosions. For them, art is Patrick. If Kassel Academy is a madhouse, then this should be an intensive care unit.
Ange's question seemed to remind this group of lunatics that although they were relatively crazy, they were still very dedicated when doing business. The meeting room suddenly fell into a strange silence. They were no longer laughing at the redness and swelling on Ange's face, but a
They looked at each other with serious expressions.
"So what happened?" Angers was a little uneasy. The thing that could make these crazy people serious is not a trivial matter. You know, the last time these guys were so serious, it was because they almost exploded when they were developing a new explosive.
The whole college.
"Let me report the situation." Deputy Director Karl stood up, "But before we start, I want you to listen to a recording first."
He said, taking out the remote control and pressing it.
The sound of the sea breeze swept through the entire conference room. The 3D surround sound effect in the conference room was very good. It seemed that these crazy people really enjoyed it. If they closed their eyes, they might mistakenly think that they were on a small boat in the middle of the sea.
But there didn't seem to be anything unusual about it. Angers frowned slightly. To him, it sounded like it was just an ordinary sea breeze recording.
"Don't worry, listen carefully." Deputy Director Karl looked serious, "This is the audio recorded by the Monyach in the Japanese waters. It is not just as simple as the sea breeze. Speaking of which, it is also time for the Monyach to be repaired.
Okay, I would like to apply for some funds from you this time."
"..."
Angers directly ignored the issue of funding. Now is the time to care about such things.
Because he heard the sound mixed in the sea breeze, his heartbeat was a little faster for a while.
He couldn't help but calm down, because the powerful sound mixed in the sea breeze was too scary.
"Dong dong, dong dong——"
Its rhythm was so strong and powerful, like the sound of war drums from ancient battlefields, but Ange knew what it was, and it was what made him most nervous.
"This is the sound of a heartbeat..." Ange's face became a little gloomy. With such a strong heartbeat, not even a sperm whale could have such a heartbeat that seemed to be able to penetrate the soul directly through the sea breeze.
There is only one creature in this world that can have it - dragon.