Are the insects who raise little trash in their home male insects?

Without Will and his group of bugs, the atmosphere in the primary school was much better than before. Wherever Qi Shan went, there was a string of small tails behind him, and this string of tails was still growing.

Qi Shan, who often stayed in the training grounds and various library rooms, also caused confusion among other insect cubs.

"Why is Lord Qishan so powerful, yet he still works so hard?"

Qi Shan tried to control a basket of balls to fly everywhere without colliding with each other, which caused a burst of exclamations. He felt like he was teasing a child.

Hearing this question, he thought for a moment and said, "Because I can be even better."

After saying that, he continued to control the ball to fly into the basket.

After getting the answer, the little bug looked at his palm and the scattered balls at his feet, and tried to use his mental power to control the balls to move forward.

A companion passed by him and asked in confusion: "Aya, why do you have to use mental control? It's not class time now. Wouldn't it be faster to just pick it up?"

Aya controlled the ball and only walked halfway. She wiped the sweat off her face and pointed to the center of everyone's attention. "I also want to be as good as you."

"Impossible, impossible," the companion laughed, "The teacher said that Sir Qi Shan is unique and there is no male insect more powerful than you."

"I know," Aya continued to operate the ball, "but I can be better than now."

His companions were stunned. Aya had already moved the ball to the side of the basket. He didn't have enough mental strength to lift the ball yet, but he was already satisfied to have gotten here.

Seeing Aya's smile, her companions also looked at the small ball at their feet.

(What a change) The system was surprised (They actually started practicing on their own, is it because there will be an assessment next month)

Qi Shan smiled: (Maybe)

The teacher standing on the high ground opened his mouth unconsciously and was stunned for a while. A colleague came over, patted him on the shoulder and asked, "What are you looking at? You are so stupid."

The teacher was stunned and blinked: "Am I dreaming, sir? I am actually practicing on my own."

The colleague was also stunned, and spoke after a while: "Maybe, it's because of the grading assessment next month?"

After saying this, he found it funny himself.

"How is that possible? No Excellency has ever worried about the grading assessment. Even in the early stages of cocooning, some Excellencies would worry about whether they could break out of the cocoon, but not like this." The teacher held it in for a long time and finally came up with an adjective: "serious."

My colleague murmured, "Did you eat too much yesterday and damage your brain?"

The teacher slapped him without thinking and said, "Nonsense!"

My colleague covered his head in dissatisfaction: "Then tell me what's going on, it's so abnormal that I'm scared", who knows if these ancestors are planning some prank, wait, a prank is okay, it's just a bit frustrating, what if it really damages the brain, what should I do then.

"Could it be?" the colleague was horrified, "Another alien virus attack, what will happen this time? Will I become stupid... ah, it hurts"

The more he talked, the more outrageous it became. The teacher slapped his colleague on the head, who was not sure what he was thinking. With a loud thud, the head hit the railing, leaving a dent in the iron handrail.

"What a pleasing sight." The principal appeared beside them at some point.

The two teachers immediately stopped fighting, "Principal

The colleague was sweating profusely and looked at the teacher in horror. When did the principal come? He thought that what he just said could not have been heard.

The teacher didn't dare look at him, as he was also feeling guilty about this matter.

The principal stroked his beard and said, "Hmm... Mr. Qi Shan, you are truly a magical Mr. Qi."

"Is... because of Lord Qi Shan?" asked the colleague.

The principal smiled and said, "Teacher Kong, have you ever seen a class of Excellency as energetic as this?"

Teacher Kong shook his head and said, never.

Principal: "The Rose Pavilion has been established for more than 50 years. Like a parent, I have watched the departure of each class of distinguished persons. I don't know when the Rose Pavilion started to have a different meaning."

"Does the principal feel the same way?" Teacher Kong was a little shocked.

The principal nodded and said, "Of course, as the principal, my feelings are the most obvious. Kindergarten is the cradle of all of you. The future is cruel. Even you will have to face unstable social factors. Kindergarten is now both balanced and dangerous. So even if I feel something is wrong, I have no idea where to start."

Colleague: "Wouldn't it be better to change little by little, for example, to start by protecting the weak and bullied Sir?"

The principal shook his head and said, "We can only accompany you for a short time. We can help you temporarily, but not forever. If you rely on our protection, what will you become? Weak, dependent on protection, and not knowing how to resist."

The teacher frowned: "But blindly indulging yourself is not a good thing. Lord Bene has been seeking your help. Why do you..." Why don't you just do anything?

"Mr. Bene... the only help I can provide is to privately provide him with a second helping of his nutritious meal when it is taken away. I can't do anything else," said the principal. "The theory of the strong taking precedence, openly overturning the unspoken rules that have existed for thousands of years, even I cannot do this."

This has threatened the stability of the Rose Pavilion.

The principal looked at them and said, "You two have been in military school and lived in the army, so you should know this set of rules better than me."

The two teachers remained silent. The theory of priority for the strong refers to the rules that the Zerg set out in ancient times. The fittest survive, and the strong have the right to distribute the spoils and even control the lives of the weak.

As it has developed to the present, the principle of priority for the strong has weakened, but high-level insects still have the right to priority allocation of resources.

"But the rules of female insects may not be applicable to you gentlemen," the colleague questioned in a low voice.

"So we are still groping. The Zerg are the overlords of the universe that have evolved over tens of thousands of years. The Rose Pavilion is just a young cub compared to them. The rules we have inherited for tens of thousands of years have been overturned in just two hundred years. There have been too many sacrifices and too much instability. Now the Zerg only desires stability, social stability, and racial stability."

The principal paused and said, "The number of Excellencies has always remained in the tens of thousands, and has even decreased in recent years. There are very few newly born Excellencies. In such a difficult situation, any change may bring the risk of extinction of the clan."

"If I protect the weaker one and make the one who barely reaches the level feel frustrated, he may even regress," the principal dared not imagine. "Even if I know that the rules are no longer applicable, I am powerless to change them. The current situation is also powerless to change, and I can only maintain it with difficulty."

This topic is too heavy. My mind is full of questions, but it seems that there is no result.

The principal is old, and he can see the shortcomings of the Rose House, but his only goal is to maintain the status quo, sacrificing a few weak gentlemen and ensuring that those who have reached the standard level enter the next stage.

Teachers know that your learning environment needs to change, but where should this change start? Exercising mental strength itself requires long-term persistence. If the pressure is too tight, will you develop a rebellious mentality and make the situation worse?

This feeling of helplessness and frustration erodes their hearts.

“Ah ...

The teacher didn't answer and stood aside in silence.