Full-time Creation Master

The cloudiness in his eyes cleared, replaced by a shrewd look. The teacher began, "Times are changing. You were born into a terrible era; war will be your dominant theme!"

"But you are also lucky!"

"You will not be tricked into dying meaninglessly; even if you sacrifice yourself, you will die on the front lines!"

"...A correct outlook on life, world view, and values ​​are the essence of this lesson!"

"...At least, another happy childhood, and a future spared from... a life of toil and hardship!"

"Even if you go to the battlefield, you will receive ample training and equipment. To put it bluntly, the cost of new recruits now is comparable to that of centurions in the original army!"

"Most importantly, it's about fairness!"

"fair!"

"And this is supposed to be fair?!"

"Many of the current members of the Spirit Officer team are senior students you know who have graduated from university."

Ask your heart!

This policy, which wasn't proposed for the first time but was truly implemented, has unleashed boundless vitality in our country!

"Right and wrong, sincerity and hypocrisy..."

"You all know who brought about these changes!"

"What your teacher wants to tell you is to live well, and not be afraid to sacrifice! Face challenges head-on, and do what you are capable of!..."

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The teachers often visit a comprehensive office building in a normal university, which is less than 800 meters away from the classrooms. The building is 18 stories high.

The building next to it, which is three stories shorter, is a building that students often visit.

Today, a scene that I wouldn't have dared to imagine a few years ago, but which I've almost grown tired of seeing these past few months, has unfolded—a procession of spirit officials leads the way, while fully armed police escort a group of school leaders and teachers in suits and ties for a second "public trial" in front of a large audience!

Under the video surveillance of S.H.I.E.L.D.'s central control unit—now renamed Sherlock Holmes's central computer—and witnessed by a crowd no smaller than the trial procession, officials, especially the Priests, began the second trial.

Logically, the sun in early spring should be warm.

However, the weather has been abnormal in recent years, and the current scorching sun makes the ground scorching hot.

Even the wind that blew by smelled burnt, and it stirred up dust that stuck to people's sweaty skin.

The plaza in front of the office building was even more crowded than in the height of summer.

The 18-story gray building resembled a dull stone. The school motto, projected holographically on the wall, cast a pale light that precisely covered the escorting procession. The police officers at the front and back of the procession wore black caps, gripped their long knives tightly at their waists, and the guns that had been fired gleamed coldly in the sunlight.

Nowadays, all police officers are formally employed and do not have personal attendants.

Under the new policy, police officers are questioned by the clerk almost every month about whether they have betrayed their original aspirations and oaths!

Similarly, today's police are truly capable of fighting, dare to fight, and want to fight!

More than twenty figures in suits and ties—Principal Wang, whose collar was always impeccably pressed; Director Li, whose glasses were always gleaming; and Instructor Zhou, whose leather shoes sang with an air of arrogance…

At this moment, they were all hunched over, their shoulders slumped as if their tendons had been pulled out. Someone secretly tugged at their wrinkled trouser legs, but couldn't cover the mud spots on their ankles.

The handcuffs and chains dragged on the ground.

It made a "whoosh, whoosh" sound, like the mournful cry of a dying beast.

The crowd whispered densely, and someone spat on the ground, which instantly evaporated into a white streak on the concrete.

A fashionable girl in a floral dress was clutching her small bag, grumbling and cursing, causing her bottles and jars of cosmetics to rattle.

"Stand up straight!"

The voice of the spirit official Zhao Jingyi, like a steel needle tempered with ice, cleaved through the noise.

She wore a silver-white robe, the luminous runes embroidered on the hem of which were burning hot in the sun, making her skin appear translucent white.

The "Mingxin Stone" on her chest shone like a small sun, so bright that people dared not look directly at it, and even the beads of sweat on her forehead were made to glisten.

Beside him, Qiu Benshan had a slightly frizzy beard and hair. When his bronze palms formed a hand seal, the calluses on his knuckles were particularly clear.

According to the requirements of the spirit officer team, under normal circumstances, at least two junior spirit officers should go on a mission at the same time to prevent corruption and bias in the results!

Besides the white robes of trainee spirit officers, junior spirit officers wear silver-white clothes, intermediate spirit officers wear gold-silver uniforms, and senior spirit officers wear gold uniforms!

Let's begin!

Pale golden magical patterns rippled out from beneath their feet, weaving into a semi-transparent net of light.

As the netting swept across the ground, even the grains of sand in the dust were illuminated with exquisite detail.

"The second public trial begins today!"

Qiu Benshan's voice was imbued with a magical weight, making people's chests tremble.

The first approval only needs to determine whether the person is guilty, but the public trial "in front of a large audience" is the main event!

"The mind connection is now synchronized across the entire venue. Under the light, lies are the scorching fire of the soul and the fog of darkness—now, begin!"

The light net suddenly lifted, and the edge runes lit up with a "hum," like a string of glowing pearls.

The whispers on the upper floors were instantly drowned out, leaving only the sound of the wind rustling through the flags.

Before she finished speaking, Zhao Jingyi flicked a faint light from her fingertip, like a shooting star streaking across the sweltering air, precisely striking Principal Wang's forehead.

Principal Wang instinctively flinched, swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing, and forced himself to straighten his neck and project an air of authority.

But the next second, his greasy calculations exploded in the minds of nearly a thousand people within a hundred meters: "...Damn it, who betrayed me...How did they find out about me...No, I can't think like this now...Let go of my thoughts..."

ah.......

I can't control myself... Damn brain... Don't let your mind wander...

A bunch of lowly people, just wait until I get out of here, I'll teach you a lesson...

Minister Li, can you save me? Yes, you definitely will. We're on the same side, we've fought side by side. I even found that twin student for him...

It's only three million in infrastructure funding. If the student dormitory leaks, just put a plastic sheet over it and spray some hot melt glue. It's easy to break, so we can fix it a few more times!

"Once the Chen family gets their hands on the river-view apartment, even if two students die, finding a scapegoat in the logistics department won't be difficult..."

"My mother's!"

The boy in the blue and white school uniform suddenly rushed forward, but was grabbed by the arm by the classmate next to him who was wearing glasses. The classmate's knuckles were so tight that they turned white.

"Don't interfere with the trial; the police these days really do beat people!"

He held up his phone, the X-ray on the screen clearly illuminated by the sunlight, the twisted shadow of the severed leg grotesque and terrifying.

"I broke my leg and was bedridden for three months, but you all said I deliberately tried to extort money from the school and gave me a warning!" The boy's voice was choked with sobs, his throat as hoarse as if it had been rubbed with sandpaper.

The optical network instantly erupted in chaos. Principal Wang's eyes widened in disbelief, and he tried to shift the blame to the logistics department.

The flames suddenly turned black, like ink poured onto a fire, instantly doubling the burning sensation.

He was in so much pain that he convulsed and lost control of his bladder on the spot, with foul-smelling liquid running down his trouser leg.

Mineral water bottles and crumpled paper were thrown at the light screen one after another, splashing water and paper scraps all over Principal Wang's face.

The angry shouts from the crowd nearly shook the square, and even the sparrows in the distant trees were startled and flew away.

Qiu Benshan stepped forward, his withered fingers like iron hooks, pointing directly at Li Juan, the head of the Department of Mathematics.

The female teacher, who always wore floral dresses and spoke softly, was now as pale as paper. However, the voice in the shared communication was sharp and piercing, like fingernails scraping a blackboard: "What's the use of Zhang Wei, a country girl, having such a good talent for math?"

"Without connections or backing, I can mold things however I want, right?"

"Her parents' compensation for the demolition was just enough for my son to make a down payment on a new house."

You won't lend it to me?

I blocked her postgraduate recommendation spot, so she wouldn't even have a chance to apply for a transfer!

Anyway, even if she cries herself to death in her dorm, nobody will care.

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