Chapter 806 We Need a Lot

Students have already walked out of the train of the train, standing on the special platform of the Dusting courtyard, and arranged in an orderly arrangement in the order of scheduled.

The sunlight simulated by the courtyard is sprinkled on them, and everyone's black uniforms are slightly reflected in the glorious glory, looking neatly a neat black wave.

Didi ~~~

At this moment, the belt on the waist suddenly made a low "Didi" sound, which was crisp and loud, reminding students to come to some important moment.

The sound of this sound caught everyone's attention. At the same time, all the students could not help but reach out to the left card slot of the belt.

Alaz Trinscas, like other students, draws out the shocking card in the card slot.

The surface of the card exudes a weak luster and reflects each other with the particles in the air.

The moment the card was picked up, it seemed to feel a certain signal, which was slightly vibrating, and then gently flashed in front of Alaz's eyes, a purple light permeated.

Suddenly, the surface of the card began to fluctuate, and a touch of purple light and shadow quickly condensed into type -it was a beautiful woman projection.

Her hair was like a dazzling purple wire, and her shoulders dangled to her shoulders. Her eyes were as deep as stars, and she seemed to be able to easily capture the thoughts deep in each student.

Her expression was warm and energetic, smiling, as if a spring breeze was blowing, making all students instantly feel like spring light.

"Hello everyone! Welcome to the courtyard!"

The voices of the admissions director are crisp and magnetic, with a playful tone, and a smile in the smile.

"I am your enrollment director and instructor -Hope Ahabart!

But you can call me the director or the instructor, which is determined by your preferences! "

"For the first time to come to the courtyard, everyone must have a lot of problems, right?

Don't worry. In the next time, we will spend together, learn how to master your potential, and how to become a real strange master! And I am your strongest backing ... one of the most! "

Then, her figure was slightly tilted, as if approaching every student.

She leaned down and waved gently, as if she was doing a kind helitation:

"Ah right, let's introduce the next itinerary first-"

"In your next week, the principal will personally lead you to the first lesson in the courtyard."

The instructor paused, and a mysterious light flashed in his eyes.

"This course may be relatively long, and it may take about a week. Yes, yes, one week, it is enough to let you really understand what the world wants to shape the courtyard, and, and your principal’s’s’s’s from ideal."

"One week later, you will have the opportunity to choose -choose whether to stay in the courtyard, choose whether to adhere to and support the courtyard."

Her tone suddenly became slightly serious, and her eyes were sharp, reminding the students that every step in the next step was their own decision.

"I want to talk about it here. As a student in Phase I, you are special, because the first lesson is taught by the principal himself."

She paused, glanced at the students under the stage, and said:

"In the future, II, III, etc., their first lesson will be professors to teach by their last senior -the principal is only responsible for sowing the seeds."

As soon as the words fell, Ahabat's tone suddenly turned, and it seemed a little mysterious and playful.

"Tell you a secret again, don't look at the principal's smile, he can be black, you have to know what it is over-"

Her voice was sinking, with a little naughty and careful meaning, as if she was really sharing a secret secret.

Later, I hope to have a sudden cough, like a conversation between someone:

"Uh, no, nothing to say ... Keke, continue, everyone continues!"

While talking, she hurriedly stretched out her slender hands and gently slipped through the air. Several transparent arrows flowed at her fingertips and quickly appeared on the card of each student.

"Well, everyone's roadmap has been displayed on the card.

Now, please follow the designated area of ​​the courtyard, the principal and other school leaders are waiting for you. "

The recruitment director's words did not stop, and everything next was like a smooth journey.

The students looked down at the card in their hands, and the arrow guided their direction. The next moment, the entire team moved slowly and moved towards the unknown end.

Ahabart's projection gradually disappeared with the movement of the students.

Alaz Trinscas held the card in his hand, full of curiosity about the principal and expectations for the upcoming course.

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On the other side, the bamboo forest area of ​​the courtyard has a delicate atmosphere.

Xia Jianjian stood with a group of high -level figures, and everyone was in a subtle waiting state.

Representatives of the ancients Sett and Panda Network are also in the crowd, but they are leisurely tea, and the other is silently holding the newly transported bamboo.

——The message seeds of this bamboo comes from the Gadkkka base that was broken by [Damacher's Sword].

Xia Xiu used [Sky Large] to pry these residual messages and some assets hidden in the small asteroid potholes in that area.

In addition to the ancients and pandas, the partners or subordinates of the fourth swordsman in heaven were present.

Vice President Turs, Intelligence Network Spy Shouwei, and Guard Commander Brilli.

Secretary -General of the Authority, Panxi Jane.

The current director of the Academic Affairs Karmir Finney.

Three -class cadres, mice, dark snakes, and Chenlong.

The branches and leaves of the bamboo forest are gently shaking, and the sun is sprinkled on the ground through layers of bamboo shadows. There is a fresh fragrance in the air, but this quiet and Xia Xiu's expression forms a sharp contrast.

At this moment, Vice President Tuls was looking at the blonde youth in front of him. His eyebrows frowned slightly. Obviously, he was a little speechless about the current principal's schedule and inadequate business.

The blonde youth in front of him is playing a special device in his hand, and it seems to be completely immersed in his small world, and the secretary -general on the side is reporting the important affairs of the courtyard recently.

"Regarding the hell kitchen and administrative bureau, Chenma, Qingniu and Jiaoyue Rabbit will continue to be responsible for the treatment of daily affairs to ensure that the operation is not affected."

She paused, and opened the information in her hand to continue:

"As for the situation of the Square Square, the work of the family of chemical workshop still maintains the status quo. According to the threads you formulated, no fluctuations are seen, and their loyalty to the Administration of Administration is the same."

"The situation of the 100 -story world is slightly more complicated. The International Witcher Federation has a strong dissatisfaction with the storage behavior of the kingdom of heaven. However, because of the suppression of the tenth hero and the Cavaliers, he dare not express too much dissatisfaction.

The circulation and talent output of resources there have begun to start normally, and there will be no accidents provided by the Naga Ring. It is expected that the supply of resources in the 100 -layer world will continue to stabilize in the future. "

"in addition……"

Pancie Jane's voice continued to continue remittance without any change.

"In the recruitment of this student, the particularly important point is that the 100 -story world seven6 students from the courtyard were transferred to the students there, and all turned through the Nagar ring."

"knew."

Xia Xiu still sat there quietly, his fingers slid gently on a transparent screen, and he was regulating a game.

According to his earlier words -this is an important entry work and ceremony to introduce the concept of the courtyard to students.

The game screen is simple and monotonous. The fox ears of the fox ears shake unconsciously, and his eyes were involuntarily staying on the fluorescent screen.

The screen shows a pixel -based square field. The layers are composed of simple pixels. Almost every element presents an ancient and rough style.

The protagonist of the game is a ...

Pixel.

A small, the whole body consisting of a block is standing on a dense grass, holding a item that looks like a wooden ax, and is focusing on some destruction of the ground.

"This is……"

Turs noticed that this pixel was cutting a very simple tree with an ax, and the trunk was split, revealing some smaller wooden blocks.

With the movement of the cutting, the surrounding environment has not changed any dynamic changes, the shape of the trees does not disappear immediately, but slowly shorten into a smaller part, and gradually disappears into the rendering of pixels.

There is no background music in the pixel world in front of you, only the sound of mechanized "嘀" and some simple action feedback from the character.

The small statue is constantly fell and collected. Then, the picture turned to the next step. It stacked a pile of wood together and started to "build" a simple wooden house structure.

Each wooden board is placed accurately, like a puzzle, and each piece of wood is strictly sewed in the position.

The vice president glanced at Xia Xiu deeply, and finally couldn't help asking:

"What's this?"

He has a little confusion:

"Are you sure this is the ceremony for the courtyard students?"

Xia Xiu heard the sound, slowly raised his head, and smiled.

He did not respond immediately, but bowed his head to operate the equipment in his hand again.

After a few seconds, the debugging was completed, and he finally spoke, and his tone was peaceful:

"Turs, people can't depict and understand what they have never seen before."

He paused slightly, as if something was brewing, and then continued:

"For example, the extraordinary utopianism, as the standard of the world's worldlyization, how to convey the madness of heaven to the world is always a problem."

There is no mistake, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one 619, one book, one, one, one, one, one, one, a book!

His voice was with a calm rhythm. The bamboo forest around him seemed to become more quiet because of his tone, as if the wind slowed down.

"Two national nursery and loyalty courtyards are unknown, and compassionate elders like saints suppress everything.

The angels have resolutions, other institutions that are constrained with each other and assisted each other. There are countless resources, Eden, Yawei, and three major utopia factions ... "

He said that his eyes gradually became more and more dignified. He paused, as if thinking about how to speak and how to convey the complex thoughts in his heart in the most concise language.

"But my student, what about my courtyard?"

He paused, as if thinking about how to speak, how to convey the complex thoughts in his heart in the most concise language.

"They come from the earth, representing Tyra's tens of millions of different classes, they have never seen it, nor have it been understood ..."

"The ocean of error is bottomless and boundless, and those who have hope to emerge are happy people!

We need what we don't know, and we know what we know is useless."

The blond young man suddenly stood up, as if he wanted to release this thought from his body, with a burning flame in his eyes.

"And what should I teach my students?

How should I let them understand me?

How should I let them follow me?

All these will be told to them within this week, and I will also take this opportunity to express to you the extraordinary utopian society that I really want and what I want in heaven. Which faction should I really belong to."

After he said these words, he seemed to be relieved, slowly turned around, and pointed to the screen not far away.

"This is a basic simulation system that I realized through ether coding. Players can create, destroy, and explore in this world. They...

-almost omnipotent."

Turles frowned, as if he wanted to understand the "game" in front of him more deeply.

It was a pixelated world, with rough blocks forming hills, lakes and trees. You could even see a little pixel man using a crude tool to hit wood blocks and build a simple house.

Compared to the seriousness of the program proposed by the Kingdom of Heaven and the life-and-death power struggle between them and their enemies, the game that the fourth sword bearer of the Kingdom of Heaven is playing now does not quite match the serious core it wants to express.

Turles sighed softly, shrugged slightly, and lowered his head silently.

The surrounding bamboo forest rustled in the breeze, and the sunlight sprinkled on the ground, as if to gently soothe the confusion and puzzlement in the vice-president's heart.

However, his heart did not feel relaxed at all, but rather a helpless heaviness.

He spread his hands, his eyes revealing a bit of helplessness:

"I originally thought that with your personality and style, you would give students 'chicken soup' at the beginning, and then enter the courtyard to face the ultimate topic that students have to face - how to face death."

"--The Ivy League War is destined to bring death."

His voice was low, and the scene in front of him was in sharp contrast with his thoughts.

Originally, he thought that the headmaster of the courtyard would first inject some cold and realistic knowledge into the students and lead them to face death - after all, the Ivy League War is a huge challenge that almost every student entering the courtyard will encounter, and facing death is a gap that every extraordinary person must cross in the process of growth.

However, Xia Xiu did not respond as heavily as he expected.

"Turles..."

Xia Xiu's voice was like warm sunlight penetrating the shadows of the bamboo forest, calm and firm, with a hint of indescribable power.

He did not turn his head to look at Turles, but walked forward slowly, his steps light and calm.

He was going to his students, because the students were walking towards him.

"The war we will face in the future is not just about ivy, but about countless catastrophes that we cannot foresee."

"We need a lot of things - these things are not just material, not just military force, and not just theoretical knowledge."

His voice gradually became higher, and his eyes revealed an almost intense desire.

"We and they all need faith, a sense of abundance and security accumulated over countless years, and clear and distinct relationships between different classes."

"You must have emotional roots that are older than you can remember in order to maintain the strength to move forward in the darkness of the future.

You must remember every unforgettable festival on this land - whether it is Christmas covered in ice and snow, or a festival in the hot summer;

Remember the most beautiful men and women in the courtyard, their smiles are like the rising sun, warm and fresh;

Remember the small coffee shop on the street of Whisper Square that makes you feel at ease, the lazy afternoon sun shines through the curtains on the table, accompanied by the aroma of coffee, evoking endless peace and thinking."

He paused for a moment. For a moment, he lowered his head as if to recall some details, and then continued:

"They also need to remember the fat uncle who always smiled in the beer house in their hometown, remember the solemnity and romance of every wedding in the city hall, remember the fun and partners who once accompanied you to laugh, remember the slight beard on the lips of grandpa...

Remember these warm details, touch the memories of the past, and let every memory detail remind yourself-all this exists just to welcome a greater future."

"We need many, many things to mortgage the...nothingness brought by the war."

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This is the first time that the clerk Araz Trincas has met their principal, the fourth sword bearer from the kingdom of heaven-Hugh Abraham, the future world supervisor.

Before him, the clerk had only heard of this legendary figure. It was rumored that he was one of the most honorable angels in the kingdom of heaven, carrying countless rumors on his body. He was one of the symbolic nouns of extraordinary power and wisdom.

However, at this moment, the blond young man in front of him was very different from the sacred image he imagined.

Hugh Abraham stood in front of everyone, tall, gentle, with an approachable smile on his face.

He was not like the high and mighty god that he had seen on the [Infinite Train], but an ordinary human being...

--a human being with the same appearance and thoughts as them.

His blond hair shone like a warm glow in the sun. He smiled brightly at every student, shook hands, and talked with him. His sincerity and care made every student feel accepted and understood unconditionally.

Araz looked at the principal in front of him, feeling a little surprised.

Unlike the divine pressure that was full of distance, the blond young man in front of him, Hugh Abraham, was like an ordinary young man. Like the mentors and elders he met every time, he talked to him with a faint smile, and his words were full of friendliness and understanding.

When it was Araz's turn to shake hands with the principal, he was a little nervous and his heartbeat accelerated slightly.

When he held that hand, he suddenly realized that Hugh Abraham's hand was as soft as jade, warm and powerful.

"Araz Trincas..."

Hugh Abraham whispered his name, his voice as clear as spring water.

At that moment, Araz's heartbeat suddenly paused, as if some kind of power instantly connected him with this person.

The principal's golden eyes were filled with deep light, and his eyes were full of sincerity and expectation.

He looked at Araz and whispered:

"Have you decided what things and existences you want to record?"

Araz felt an inexplicable shock. He looked at the sincerity revealed in the other's golden eyes and said with a sudden inspiration:

"...Of course, sir, I understand why I am here."