There Is No Afterlife

When everyone and Professor Grove stared at the back of Muggan and his group in stunned eyes, a young boy with glasses with a cold face tapped the glass window of the No. 3 window of the New Student Navigation Office with his finger: "Can you continue? "

"Ah? Okay, please take out your robot." The people working here are also students. In order to give students as many practical opportunities as possible, Imperial College provides students with many on-campus job opportunities every year.

"I don't have a robot, I only have a brain. Please pass the relevant information into my brain." Exposing the watch-style brain on his wrist, the glasses were born.

"Ah? No robot?" The senior who was in charge of reception was stunned on the spot. Having received so many new students, this was the first time she encountered someone who did not use a robot to use their brain.

Robots also have built-in intellectual brains. The robots that everyone uses today can actually be regarded as the evolutionary form of intellectual brains. At first glance, seeing someone use intellectual brains instead of robots is probably equivalent to seeing someone leave the spaceship unable to open. Like driving an antique car.

"I'm a freshman in the cooking department, my name is Doug..." If there is no robot, the freshman needs to provide some search information by himself. Knowing this, the glasses freshman voluntarily cooperated.

But before he could finish speaking, the yin and yang voice of the slender young man who was almost wiped out by the owner of the Jin Cancan robot interjected again: "It's from the cooking department again, can't the freshmen of the cooking department even afford robots? One by one... "The incident just now made this young man who was in adolescence with a lot of face a bit unable to come down to the stage. He was full of cowards and had nowhere to vent. After Professor Grove left, the "cooking department" in Doug's mouth seemed to be in his mouth. Emotionally tore a hole, he used all the anger he had just stoked on Doug's cynicism.

The cuisine department is the place where the poor and the losers who can't get into other higher majors will go - this idea has been deeply ingrained in people's hearts now, and it has become a prejudice.

However, this teenager is destined to mention the iron plate again:

Without being interrupted by the thin boy's words, Doug finished his full name: "Doug E. Grumman, his hometown is Pendra."

"Wow!" The senpai who searched based on the information provided by Doug gasped immediately.

When she entered the name of Pendra, she just felt a little familiar, and then when the screen showed the specific location of the galaxy according to the name, her eyes widened!

In this world, not everyone may know the name of Pendra, because this name has been replaced by its nickname: the city of machinery - Pendra.

The place where the most advanced technology in the universe gathers, the Mechanical City Pendra. Ninety percent of all the mechanical technology products that people use today come from here. Almost all of the best mechanical craftsmen, the richest consortium in the mechanical field, and the most cutting-edge mechanical researchers are here.

This is the holy land that everyone yearns for.

Countless people want to go here for pilgrimage one after another, but this is a forbidden place for ordinary people. Only those who hold government-approved documents have the right to purchase airship tickets to Pandela. This kind of documents can allow the holder to stay in Pandra for up to 15 working days. If you want to stay in Pandra for a long time, you must Obtain the relevant high-end researcher certificate or huge investment certificate, and want to obtain the resident status of Pendra—

This is simply an unimaginably difficult task!

"You are actually an official resident of Pendra!" Senior Sister took a deep breath.

"Please continue your work." The boy's cold voice was like a bucket of cold water poured on the girl's red hair: "In addition, you leaked my personal information in front of everyone, strictly speaking, I can complain about yours ."

The senpai was stunned.

"If you can finish your work within a minute, I can withdraw the complaint application." The teenager put forward his own conditions.

So, no longer dared to interrupt randomly, the red-haired girl quickly completed the work in her hand. Taking the relevant items from her, Doug embarked in the same direction as Mugan and the others had left.

The slender boy with a pale face passed by without expression, and Doug Grumman did not say a word to him from beginning to end.

After Doug left, the freshmen who were still in line exploded:

"Oh my god! It's actually a Pendra! The Pendras actually come to Bailuxing!"

"Isn't the best mechanical academy in the universe in Pendra? It's famous and difficult to test! But Pendra's natives are born with admission qualifications!"

"This only shows that the Pendra people think that the mechanical department of the Imperial College is better!"

"But... that Penderman's report is not from the Mechanical Department, but from the Cooking Department..."

As a result, everyone felt a cold wind blowing from the side.

"Haha! It seems that the cuisine department of our Imperial College is very good! Even the people of Pandra are interested in signing up!" Finally, someone dryly concluded this.

As for the slender young man, no one paid any attention. In the end, the golden robot helped him carry the luggage and escorted the lost master all the way to the next location.

***

The next designated location is the classroom of the cooking department. Mugan and Dobby arrived neither too early nor too late, with only six people in front of them.

This classroom is very large, and everyone sits scattered, and most of them sit in the middle and back.

"Muggan, where are we sitting?" Dobby asked against Muggan's ear.

He thought he was asking quietly, but in fact—

The whole classroom heard ￣▽￣.

All the students in the classroom turned their heads to look at them, only Dobby, who was looking at Mugan nervously, and Mugan, who was watching the classroom intently, didn't notice.

"Of course it's the first row! I'm so lucky! No one grabbed the first row!" Noticing that no one was sitting in the first row, Mugan immediately pointed to it: "Dobby, let's go to the first row quickly. Take a seat!"

Crowd: Nonsense! Never have to grab the first row! No one ever sits!

"The first row is close to the teacher, but it's the best seat! Dad told me to go to school and try to get a seat in the first row~" Not knowing what other people were thinking, Mugen was elated.

"Is that so? There are few students on our planet, and everyone is sitting in the first row." Only Dobby listened to Mugen seriously, nodded solemnly, and hurriedly said: "Such a good position, then let's sit down quickly. Go over there."

So two idiots + a silly robot excitedly went to the (most unpopular) first row to grab a seat~(≧▽≦)/~

Not long after they sat down, the new glasses: Doug Grumman also arrived, sitting directly in the last row farthest from the others, he took out a paper book and looked.

The pointer of the wall clock on the wall finally pointed to the required time, and within a second, the secret door at the front of the classroom opened, and five tall, short, fat and thin teachers walked in one after another.

The three-headed man who walked in the front was particularly fancy, and the hair color and hairstyle of each head were different, which looked particularly eye-catching. The second professor looked particularly fat, but other than these two, the other professors seemed to be quite normal, especially the last professor. Mugan didn't even notice his existence at first.

However, it seems that the automatic trapdoor did not notice his existence: after all the previous professors entered and before the last one entered, the trapdoor closed mercilessly.

"Huh?" Mugen was surprised, but no one was surprised except him. He didn't know what was going on. He finally glanced at the closed position of the secret door, and Mugen turned his eyes back to the front podium: The professors have already taken their seats.

"Hello everyone, I'm the chief professor of the Department of Cooking, my name is Kurno, the forbidden sentence is <hello>, don't break the precept in front of me ^_^" Sitting on the podium, Kurno was the first to introduce himself stand up. The voice came from the calm male head among the three heads. The remaining two heads, a male and a female, were looking forward to the bright future, smiling and exuding a signal of "I'm very friendly" to the freshmen.

Dobby, who is well versed in the principle of "ask if you don't understand," then "whispered" to Mugan again: "Muggan, is our professor male or female?"

It's no wonder that Dobby is born with a loud voice. He really tries to "whisper" with the smallest voice - the absolute minimum volume of whispers between Thunder Dragons is this level.

pity-

He's in a multi-species place right now, and his lowest volume is a lot louder than many people's normal volume. Everyone in the classroom, including the central character of the whisper, Professor Curno, all looked at Dobby with three heads.

"It's a lady. Kurno is a female name in the local language." Mugan answered him naturally: "Blessings from the sky, Miss Kurno should be born in May. This name is very contemporary, only those born in Women of a certain year go by names like this—"

"Oh..." All the freshmen, including the other three professors on the podium who were taught at the same time, let out an oh.

"Cough cough!" Kurno coughed loudly before Muggan revealed his hidden age information. So everyone shut up.

The remaining three professors quickly completed their self-introductions. After discovering that these three professors were all second professors, many freshmen in the classroom became excited.

According to the regulations of Imperial College: a department can have one chief professor, three second-ranked professors, several general professors, and multiple teaching assistants.

"I heard that most of the college's freshman reception is done by ordinary professors or teaching assistants, and the lowest one in our department is the second professor, which is really valued!" At that time, there were excited discussions among the freshmen.

"That... Interrupt, I want to explain it here." Kurno interrupted the students' discussions with a smile: "Everyone is very lucky: in our cooking department, the minimum title of a professor is also a second professor!"

The freshmen were in an uproar!

Everyone was excited at first, and then, after trying to understand the meaning behind this sentence, they were stunned: the minimum title is second professor → each department can only have a maximum of three second professors = all professors in this department are Sitting on the podium bench.

That—is there only a few professors in the cooking department?

Freshmen are embarrassed.

"Everyone is very smart, that's how it is!" Kurno still smiled unconcernedly: "Next, please invite our department head..."

"Hey?! Where's the head of the department?" For the first time, the smiling mask that had been hanging on his face was cracked, and Kurno stood up.

"Someone was locked out just now." Mugan said what he had just seen very thoughtfully.

"The head of the department hasn't been identified yet! These idiots from the mechanical department!" The young man's head scolded, the female head smiled at Mugen, and the calm male head complained about the last person walking in front of the head of the department. Professor, Kurno ran to the secret door and opened it.

The chief, who had a very weak sense of presence, appeared behind the door with a large plate.

"I waited too long outside, so I made some afternoon tea snacks for everyone to eat."

The aroma of the snacks came out, unable to say anything, Kurno and the other professors took over the large plate of the head of the department and distributed the snacks on it to each freshman.

"Delicious—" Mugen widened his eyes and raised his head. He saw that Dobby had the same expression. Not only Dobby, but all the freshmen present were shocked.

It was a shocking expression after being completely hit by the delicious taste on the tip of the tongue.

"The taste is very soft, and it feels like the tip of the tongue slips off when you touch it..." Sigma couldn't taste the taste, and Mugan told him his feelings carefully, holding the half of the snack Mugan gave him in his hand, Sigma worked hard to record, and finally carefully put the dessert that Mugan said was very delicious into his stomach.

"Are the dim sum delicious? In the next few years, I hope everyone will study hard in the Department of Cuisine and make such delicious dim sum for family, friends and guests when they graduate."

When everyone was overwhelmed by the deliciousness, the head of the department spoke with a smile.

Many years later, many of the freshmen present did not remember his face, but they firmly remembered what he said and the wonderful taste of dim sum.