I Really Didn’t Want to be a Savior

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As we all know, there are more than 80 educational resources in the entire Lieyang-3 galaxy accumulated on the 7th star.

At the same time, the Lieyang 3 galaxy is the one with the highest level of scientific research and education and the strongest comprehensive strength among the countless hidden human bases surrounding the Genting Starfield.

Therefore, the internal qualifying trials of the First Pioneer Academy are in a certain sense the selection of the No. 7 star seeded team, and may also be regarded as the half-seeded trial of the Genting Star Territory.

The direct competitors of the Flying Tigers have more than 800 junior classes, with a total of more than 25,000 students.

Most of the classes are focused on participation, pursuing various professional classes that "friendship first, competition second". The significance of participating in this competition is to experience war.

Under normal circumstances, humans do not need outstanding talents in other professional fields to work part-time as soldiers.

For one thing, this is a waste of talent. Secondly, professional soldiers, especially combat positions, have extremely high requirements for personnel quality. Ordinary personnel are incompetent.

The "crooked melons and cracked dates" in Zheng Feng's Flying Tigers class actually stood out among the ordinary people.

The little flying tigers will be eliminated in the original class and fall into the dust, only because the competitors around them are too strong.

In short, there are two hundred battle sequence classes that pose a direct threat to the Flying Tigers.

Ding Hu walked around in the office of the teaching and research group a little anxiously, sparks were about to rub against the ground.

From time to time, he turned his head to look at the projection on the office wall and scratched his scalp from time to time.

I really can't blame him for being uncomfortable, he is really careless.

Ding Hu knows how much effort the Flying Tigers have put in these three days and has gained a lot, but he can't control his uneasiness, just like an old father who wants to send his daughter to marriage in ancient times.

"Chief Ding, don't dangle like this. Your anxiety doesn't change the result."

A female teacher who was also in the office smiled and persuaded.

Ding Hu sat down and said, "I know, it's just that I can't manage myself. I'm sorry."

"Chairman Ding, you are now in charge of the entire armored combatant teaching course. You are too favoritism."

"Yes, Chief Ding, you see that our class in charge has also participated, but none of them are as excited as you. This is not the first all-army competition. The content of the assessment is very comprehensive. Basically, at the beginning of the competition. Previously, this result was doomed."

"So calm down, let's take a look at the simulation results given by the main brain, basically not far from ten."

Everyone in the office said a word to me. Although there is not much to run Ding Hu, Brother Hu is still a little ashamed.

As a spiritual guy from a distant primitive galaxy—the solar system, he accidentally acted like a hillbilly.

But he quickly adjusted back to his state, and only attributed his uncomfortableness to being led into the ditch by Zheng Feng, and the fate of the pact was shaken.

After clearing up his mood, Ding Hu also looked at the projection on the office wall intently.

At this time, there are countless codes representing different teams that are changing alternately in synchronous simulation operations.

Before each empire competition, the sub-body of the main brain Fanxing will conduct a preview for all participating teams based on the huge data collected in advance.

This can provide an early reference for the commanders at all levels who are watching the competition process and preparing to select recruits. They can determine their needs in advance according to their own army establishment, level and key manpower gaps, and then follow the simulation results provided by Fanxing for targeted The focus of observation is to figure out whether the talented Xinding can form a good chemical reaction with his existing soldiers.

In general, it can be understood that the elite troops in the military can target those elite classes or genius young girls who have been rated higher by the stars. Ordinary special operations troops know that they cannot compete with elite troops, so they are focusing on those next-level. , But there are also outstanding little guys worth training.

Even in the middle class of the elementary grade, the military will contact the school in advance to intervene in the teaching project remotely to cultivate the little guy's specific abilities in certain aspects in advance.

About thirty seconds later, the list on the projection screen no longer changes, indicating that Fanxing's simulation calculation is over.

The teachers began to comment on the list with great interest.

Someone who finds that the excellent class in charge of the work of the head teacher is among the best, it is naturally bright.

Ding Hu looked at it for a moment, and his heart fell to the ground.

Although the Flying Tigers failed to make it into the top ten, they were barely tied to the 20 qualifying places in the primary stage of the First Pioneer Academy.

Well, it ranks 19th.

Brother Hu showed a fatherly smile on his face.

Stabilized.

"Huh! Flying Tigers!"

There was a sudden exclamation from the crowd.

"Flying Tigers is the class of Zheng Feng, the nail family? This is too exaggerated. How can it be in the top 19?"

"Surely something is wrong, right? There is a problem with parameter entry?"

"Let me see."

"No problem, it's weird."

There were repeated surprises in the office.

Ding Hu didn't feel like a thief.

But he can't say anything, after all, Zheng Feng's training status seems to be quite high in confidentiality, and no one else is qualified to check it.

These people also think that the new editions of textbooks that Ding Hu compiled are due to Ding Hu's own work, and they don't know that Zheng Feng has worked hard in it.

Although Brother Hu was upset at this time, he could only hum secretly in his heart.

Pooh! A group of dogs look down on the short-sighted people.

At this time, the oldest old man stood up in the corner of the crowd.

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The old man leaned close to Ding Hu like a thief, and gently stabbed Ding Hu with his elbow, "Don't worry about their nonsense. They don't know anything."

Ding Hu looked at the old man in amazement, "Uh, that's right. Senior is right. Thank you Senior."

This old man only transferred to the armor teaching department last year, and didn't take a specific class. He usually wandered around in the office, went online to play, and helped other young and middle-aged instructors to deal with incurable diseases from time to time.

It is said that the old man is a second-generation member of the Unknown Fleet, and was a very vigorous fighter when he was young. UU看书www.uukānshu. Com is now old and discharged from the army, and only then entered the First Pioneer Academy to take up the teaching job and give play to the remaining heat.

Before the old man was in a very mysterious department, he retired to the regular teaching subject last year.

Brother Hu doesn't know, the old man is one of the members of the sage plan working group in the college whose mentality was destroyed by Zheng Feng.

But the old man also made a mistake. He thought that Ding Hu had also entered the sage plan. At this moment, seeing others look down on the reincarnation of the sage, and thinking that he and Ding Hu could have a common language, he came up and said one more thing.

Fortunately, the old man received very professional confidentiality training and did not expose the important secrets of the philosopher's plan in front of Ding Hu.

"Chief Ding, Zheng Feng's Flying Tigers ranks so high, what do you think?"

The female teacher who spoke earlier craned her neck and said to Ding Hu who was standing behind the crowd with a loud laugh.

Ding Hu rolled his eyes and said, "What Zheng Feng's Flying Tigers is my Flying Tigers team! Let's give some face, don't care about success or failure, since the mastermind has commented like this, just believe it, cough cough."

Everyone was covering their mouths and laughing, unconsciously.

While chatting, the screen finally turned on the projection screen.

As the first round of participating teams, 40 teams including the Flying Tigers have been put into the first round with physical simulation equipment.

This grouping model is very scientific, not purely random, but a preliminary screening based on different strength ratings.

In this battlefield, 40 teams will be eliminated 36 teams, and the remaining 4 teams will enter the next round.

"Hey! This is fun, this is the chicken-eating mode that tests the overall strength of the special team!"

Someone at the front of the crowd said so.

Ding Hu frowned fiercely.

That's it! Zheng Feng didn't lead the Flying Tigers to practice the chicken-eating mode of picking up ragged equipment.