The first star astrologer

Today, most of the freshmen in the Department of Ancient Culture have dropped their jaws for no other reason. No. 2, who had already fallen out in the eyes of everyone, unexpectedly entered and exited at the same time.

For the reconciliation between Jiang Zhishen and Su Luo, Ding Feng was very relieved at first, until he found out that the hostility he encountered on the road before was just escorting hundreds of millions of star coins, and now it has increased exponentially, at least tens of billions. start.

If eyes could kill, he probably died hundreds of times.

However, of the two behind them, one is expressionless and arrogant, the other is as gentle and graceful as jade. Walking on the way to the classroom, they have gained a lot of attention.

Ding Feng secretly wiped a handful of sad tears.

Su Luo glanced at him, and suddenly said: "If you have any troubles about your family on Xingwang, please remember to tell me."

Jiang Zhishen also nodded, and said with a smile: "There is a saying that no coincidence makes a book, you can write a story about this matter."

Ding Feng sighed and said: "You two stop here and laugh at me. My cousin has exploded in temper these days, and said that she must seek justice for Master Jiang."

Jiang Zhi smiled deeply and said nothing.

Su Luo calmly said: "In terms of reputation and status alone, that Master Jiang is indeed inferior to Master Yu Zhu, but the situation on the StarNet is in a downturn, and there must be someone behind the scenes."

"Yeah, my cousin talks about these things every day." Ding Feng curled his lips, and suddenly said with a chuckle: "But my cousin's husband, although he is an Omega, but his sister is a Beta, she is very cute, and she is from our school. Yes, come with us."

Su Luo glanced at him, "Do others think of you?"

Ding Feng refused to accept it and said: "Although I am not as handsome as you, I am not bad! Besides, you two little Os, people will not choose you, so why should I worry?"

He squeezed his chin and hummed a few times, very proud of himself.

Jiang Zhishen looked at Su Luo leisurely, and the eyes of the two of them separated immediately, with the meaning of watching a good show.

Ding Feng glanced at them and said angrily: "Wait, I've already got her communication code! Humph, I'm going to ask her out to play this weekend."

Jiang Zhishen smiled: "Okay, I'll wait for you to bring my siblings."

Su Luo rolled his eyes and speeded up.

The open class held by the head of the department, Zhang Hai, is actually open to the whole school. The number of people who have come has reached hundreds of people, and some of them are diverted to the star network to watch.

However, this class was created for the Ancient Culture Department after all, and the front row was specially reserved for the freshmen of the Ancient Culture Department.

The three of Jiang Zhishen came relatively late, and the classroom of the Thousand Talents University was full of enthusiastic students.

Ding Fengle said: "I heard that instructor Zhang Hai's class is often full of people. He knows a lot of rare things, and they are all very interesting, and because there are many similarities with the history of mecha wars in the mecha department, this class is very interesting. The final assessment of a class is not too difficult, it is basically a popular science interest class.”

"History of Mech Warfare?"

Hearing the lesson that he had been thinking about before, Jiang Zhishen's heart tightened slightly, and he said with a smile, "Will Teacher Zhang Hai also talk about mechas?"

"Of course!" Ding Feng hehe said: "Our department head is a graduate of the original mecha department, but it seems that he retired from the front line because he was injured and unable to control the mecha."

Jiang Zhishen was slightly stunned, looked at Su Luo, nodded in admiration, and said, "Mr. Zhang Hai was also a hero on the front line. It's a pity that he forcibly drove many mechas during the federal resistance eight years ago. , so that the mental breakdown is no longer able to drive the mecha.”

"Later, he was invited by the Imperial University to return to campus and become a tutor. The Department of Ancient Culture is his second major, so he came to be the tutor of the Department of Ancient Culture."

Jiang Zhishen's heart trembled when he heard that.

Federal battlefield...

Ding Feng went on to sigh with emotion: "Speaking of which, Instructor Zhang Hai is in the same class as Instructor Si Fang, the current director of the Mecha Department, and they have both experienced the previous war. The relationship between the two should be good."

Su Luo nodded, "They and Major General Kalai are good friends, so last time—"

He suddenly stopped, glanced at Jiang Zhishen, then looked away, and forcibly ended his words.

Ding Feng also remembered Quan Congshuang's unpleasant incident last time, and hurriedly changed the topic by laughing.

Last time... the smile on Jiang Zhishen's face faded a bit, and he quietly listened to Ding Feng's loud chatter.

The three of them tacitly avoided the topic of Quan Congshuang and Major General Kalai.

Time passed quickly, and Ding Feng hadn't finished showing off the girl he liked, Zhang Hai, the dean of the department who was always dressed in a black robe, stepped into the classroom.

The education industry on Blue Star has developed for thousands of years, from demonstration methods such as chalk in the ancient earth period to the current holographic immersive teaching.

And Jiang Zhishen, who has forgotten the memories of the past ten years, is still shocked even after taking seven or eight classes for more than a month, now immersed in the holographic projection again.

Tens of thousands of horses were silent, the fire started a prairie fire, tens of thousands of feathered arrows flew through the air, and the roar was audible.

This is the blood and light that belongs to the era of cold weapons, and the wind and clouds change color.

After that, thousands of people were annihilated in the dust, filled with fireworks and covered in gunpowder smoke.Accompanied by the hail of bullets, a huge mushroom cloud rose from the ground, with a deafening 'bang', but a burst of white light, the city was destroyed in an instant, and many creatures were devastated.

The smoke slowly disappeared, and the black iron mecha warrior, as tall as two people, soared into the air.Then hundreds, thousands, tens of thousands of mechas turned into little lights in the vast darkness.

The eyes seemed to be shrouded in darkness, and only the piercing collision sound of white knives could be heard, mixed with the sound of heavy breathing.

From the dark to the light, the mech fighters are so agile that they don't seem to be controlled by human hands, they turn over, jump high, and spin back.

The battlefield continued to expand, tens of thousands of mech fighters fought together, and the mechs lost the light that represented life, and fell heavily into the space station. There was no sound except for the blood slowly dripping all over the ground.

The sound, the smell, even the touch of the skin is bitingly cold.

Everything is constantly changing in a loop.

Jiang Zhishen seemed to be in it, looking around, only the remains of the ruins remained.

The pungent gunpowder smoke permeated the nose, and the blood was thick, like a basin of ice water was poured down, and the coldness penetrated into the bone marrow.

He suddenly came back to his senses, looked at Ding Feng and Su Luo who could hardly help themselves, and slowly closed his eyes, trying to remember the shocking moment.

The holographic image gradually disappeared, taking with it the cold and oppressive air.

The noses and throats of everyone who came back to their senses were dry and hoarse, and the smell of rust filled the air.He couldn't help but breathe hard, trying to expel the breath mixed with blood and gunpowder smoke from his lungs.

Ding Feng stretched out his hands to cover his face, and said with a wry smile, "This is war..."

Su Luo's lips were already chapped, and his face was pale and ugly.

His Adam's apple began to roll slightly, and he endured it for a second, and couldn't help but lean over and retch, choking him so much that he coughed repeatedly.

Of the hundreds of students who were on the scene, nearly half of them reacted more strongly than Su Luo.

This kind of war is extremely cruel.

I thought it would be the blood boiling like in video games, but only when all five senses come together, can I know what blood is flowing into rivers, corpses are strewn all over the field, and the ruins of walls and ruins that I hardly dare to recall anymore, and the loss of life.

Zhang Hai, who was sitting in the lecturer's seat in front, gently opened the air purification channel, and injected a sufficient amount of oxygen mixed with the fragrance of the forest.

There were not many students in the audience who could sit upright and look at him. Zhang Hai stood up and waved his right hand high. The blood-red virtual word 'war' hung in the middle of the classroom.

Jiang Zhishen looked straight ahead, staring at the mentor who had really experienced the cruelty of the battlefield.

Facing the students, Zhang Hai always had a straight face, but now he smiled rarely, his expression softened.He reached out and clapped, motioning for everyone to look over.

"What you are seeing now is the real war video record." Zhang Hai said with a little smile: "This time the virtual video has a [-]% assimilation of the five senses, so everything you have just experienced, you can take it as real. Happened around me."

"I will play this holographic projection in every freshman class. Only the real experience will appreciate the preciousness of the prosperous age."

Zhang Hai's voice remained undiminished, his smile faded, and he said calmly: "Please take this feeling and start the history of wars in the ancient culture department with me."

The pale-faced students gradually returned to normal, quietly listening to this section of war history.

Jiang Zhishen turned on the optical brain notebook, almost distracted while listening.

If the holographic projection just now brought panic and fear to others, he felt familiar after the shock.

Proud and passionate from the bottom of my heart.

Jiang Zhishen looked at his palm, gently grasped it and spread it out. It was a strange feeling.

Could it be that he has also been on the battlefield?

Jiang Zhishen was in a daze quietly, forgetting the passage of time.

Zhang Hai, who was talking about a war on the ancient earth, casually glanced at the students, unbiased, and raised his black eyebrows when he saw Jiang Zhishen staring at the table distractedly.

Turning his eyes, Zhang Hai raised his lips maliciously.

He coughed, switched the virtual projection to the next one, and suddenly said in a cadence: "No matter what era, there are geniuses born. There are gods of war on the ancient earth battlefield, and there are admirable existences on our current mecha battlefield. Now, I want to talk about a well-known figure that everyone has heard of."

"The youngest mecha genius who once fought on the front line of the Blue Star since the founding of the Empire——Major General Kalai!"