There Is No Afterlife

"Those who run fast should run faster. The first 100 people who arrive at their destination must all be from our mecha department!" The chairman of the mecha department - Domura gave an order. The freshmen of the department immediately roared in response.

In the Imperial College, the Mecha Department has the highest physical requirements for candidates. Eighty percent of the contestants in the Intercollegiate Games at Imperial College are from the Mecha Department. Under the organization of the Mecha Department, the freshmen of the Mecha Department spent every night in the physical training room. The physique like a thunder dragon and the spirit like a tyrannosaur are the desires of every teenager who aspires to be a mecha master from beginning to end.

"For No. 1, rush!" With a loud roar, Chairman Domura rushed out like a tyrannosaur.

Well, he is indeed a little tyrannosaurus from a famous tyrannosaur family.

Encouraged by Chairman Domura, the other freshmen of the mecha department pushed aside the freshmen of other departments around them. At the moment when the timer started, they blocked all the candidates from other departments behind them, and then rushed out immediately. .

"It's really a bunch of barbarians..." Domra shoved him behind him, and for the first time, Chairman Brad of the battleship command system felt the sense of confrontation from the mecha system.

As the signature major of the Imperial College, the Mecha Department and the Battleship Command Department have always been competitors. Both want to bring the best students into the department. From the head of the department to the professor, the two departments have a faint sense of hostility. From top to bottom, the sense of competition among students is also very strong. Even as early as the beginning of their military training, the professor who announced the news of the military training specifically instructed them to defeat the battleship command department and strive to be the first in this military training.

Before the military training, Brad had checked the historical achievements of the warship command department in military training: the second child of ten thousand years, he can only say that.

The first place every year is basically the mecha department. Most of these guys who graduate and enter the army are simple-minded (relative) and well-developed (absolute). It is strange that they do not take the first place, right?

Therefore, the professors say that if he wants to compete for the first place, he is actually just giving him a higher goal. What he really needs to do is not to lose too ugly, and to win beautifully in advantageous projects. Before the military training, Brad conducted an investigation of the conventional military training items to the extent known, and excluded some physical fitness-related subjects. One" is his mission on this trip.

"It's enough to play to your normal level. What we will do in the future is not to charge your life. Students who are confident in their physical fitness, please run forward as much as possible." He brushed the shoes that were soiled by Kamla again, and he calmly The order was issued, so, after the random armor, the future commanders also set off.

However, although the commanders set off early, they also exhausted their energy very early.

Three hours after they set off, the mechanics of the mechanics department took the lead and started to catch up with these commanders one by one.

"Humph! Don't underestimate the physical strength of the mechanic. Every day, you are in the company of various machines. When the mecha is in good condition, the mecha carries us. When the mecha is broken, we carry the mecha. The girls with the worst physical strength in the mechanical department are You can carry the arm of a mecha!" After more than a quarter of the new students in the battleship command department, the chairman of the mechanical department, Qiu Lin, shouted proudly to the classmates behind him: "Work harder, we can do it again. Hurry up!"

"Hoo!" The future mechanics roared in unison.

On the suspension lane dedicated to the military, the freshmen of the Imperial College are in high spirits!

For a teenager of this age, the military is very mysterious. Ordinary people may never have the opportunity to come here once in their lifetime.

Entering the Imperial College means that everyone can obtain better teaching resources, which are not only better professors and better classmates, but also cover the resources that can be appreciated in the future.

For example, Imperial College has many examples of students who performed exceptionally well in a certain extra-curricular teaching, were successfully recruited after graduation, and then went on to flourish.

Military training is no exception: the troops that can set up a military training program with the Imperial College are very powerful troops! Although those unremarkable instructors wear ordinary instructor uniforms, no one knows how many stars are on their real regular military uniforms.

Many ordinary soldiers struggle for a lifetime to see big men, maybe they are their instructors, this kind of feeling is very dark and cool?

Leaving aside the instructors, they even have the opportunity to directly contact the most advanced weapons of the Empire during military training!

As students of the Mecha Department, the Battleship Command Department, and the Mechanical Department, how could they not be tempted by this temptation?

They are now swaying the sweaty suspension lane, maybe it is the place where a certain general's car is driving by!

It turns out that they think too much.

"What is this lane for? It's actually set aside for us to run." A freshman in the music department looked around while running, with obvious excitement on his face.

"Could it be the driveway for secret weapons!" Obviously, he asked a good question, and the freshman of the art department next to him immediately picked it up.

Therefore, when the freshmen of other departments are thinking about the future, the wallflower army at the back is also running and gossip. Since they are running in neat rows, there are people around, front, back, left and right, so it is more convenient to gossip.

After discussing for a long time, there was no result. Doug, who was about to be overwhelmed by a group of newborn spittle stars, finally couldn't bear it any longer: "It's not a dedicated lane for senior officials, nor is it a weapons **** lane. This floating lane is for food." Grid couldn't help but glance at Mugen, who was listening to everyone's gossip with a smile in the back row, thinking that this guy didn't deliberately put himself in the middle of the team, right?

However, Doug didn't look back for too long. Although the wallflower system was moving slowly, it was still moving forward. Besides, his words just whetted the appetite of others, and all the freshmen around him immediately turned to him.

"How do you know the way to transport food? That... this classmate, what department are you from?" Until this time, people around Doug realized one thing: this person who is it? Why don't you have any impression?

Like Morgan, he chose to live off-campus alone. He sat in the last row every class. Even the students in this department couldn't remember Doug's name and appearance, let alone students from the other two departments.

"I, my name is Doug, I'm from the cooking department." After hesitating for a while, Doug briefly introduced himself.

"Doug? I remember, I'm Donner from the music department!"

"I'm Jones of the Music Department!"

"I'm from the art department and my name is Yar."

The surrounding freshmen introduced themselves one after another, and Doug was a little dizzy.

"Doug's weakness is that he can't remember faces! Don't misunderstand if he can't remember your name next time, just repeat yourself to him again Y(^o^)Y" But Mugan is far 's interjected from the back row.

"That's it! No wonder classmate Doug ignores me every time. I thought he was very arrogant! That's good, then I'll repeat my name every time in the future!" The freshman of the cooking department, as someone who remembered Doug's name and appearance, but had never spoken to Doug, he suddenly realized when he heard Mugen's explanation.

His ears were a little red, and Doug secretly turned his head to look at Mugen. The moment he met Mugen's line of sight, he hurriedly turned his head back, but at the same time, his ears were even more red.

After figuring out his name, Dona and the others began to persevere in asking the previous question, and Doug explained it to them earnestly.

"There are many types of lanes now, which are roughly divided into public, private and military. The control of public suspended vehicles is not very strict, but private lanes and military lanes have strict controls on vehicles entering and driving.

All hover cars have license plates, don't they? Another function of these license plates is the read-in function. The private and military suspension lanes are equipped with license plate readers along the way. Any vehicles that are not within the scope of authority cannot go on the road at all. If it is a military lane, the consequences are more serious. Cleaned up as illegal intrusion. "

Saying that, Doug pointed to a spot above the driveway: "That's the reader."

He pointed to a little bit next to the reader, where there was a row of tiny holes that no one would have even noticed if Doug hadn't pointed it out: "Those are laser bullet holes, and if there are offending vehicles illegally If you enter this passage, the laser projectile will be fired from inside until the intruder is completely eliminated."

Hearing this, all the freshmen were stunned—

"Then, then we..." Donna stiffened on the spot.

"The watch in our hands should have information that can be read, so everyone must not lose this watch during military training. Once the watch is lost, report it to the instructor immediately." Doug said to him seriously.

"So that's the case. The first page of the "Military Training Instructions" focused on this issue~" Mugan didn't know all of what Doug said. After listening to Doug carefully, he said he was very educated. .

"The reason why this suspension lane is provided for food transportation is because of the model of the reader. The reader here has an additional food identification function." At this point, Doug finally stated the reason for his judgment.

"It turns out that I can't see it at all! But how does Doug know?" Looking at the reading device ten meters above his head with a sigh, Jones said that he still couldn't tell the difference between this reading device and other reading devices. What's the difference between the instrument: crap! He had never seen a reader before!

This kind of equipment is an advanced item that can only be configured in military channels and private channels!

Doug scratched his nose and said after a while: "My family sells reading instruments, so I know a little more..."

Everyone suddenly realized.

"However, the density of laser bullet holes here is very high, and the reader is also the latest model. Even the logistics channel is equipped with such advanced configuration. It seems that this military base is at least four-star or above."

"Wow!" Looking at the dense bullet holes on the top of their heads, the freshmen of the wallflower department expressed that they have gained more insight.

"So, that kind of scene in the movie jumping from the public passage to the military passage and escaping quickly..."

"It's all a lie, he'll be shot as soon as he comes in." Doug pushed his glasses expressionlessly.

There were boos in the team, and everyone said: The watch is very important and must not be lost.

After discussing the function of this passage, the topic of wallflowers quickly turned to the food here.

"I heard that freshmen from the cuisine department will be sent to cook in the cafeteria in previous years. I wonder what the cafeteria of the four-star base is like?"

"Hey? Will you send the cooking department to cook? Then we are training together this year. Can we cook together?"

"It's great to cook together, maybe we can steal some~"

The neatly lined team ran at a constant speed on the endless military suspension lane. At four hours and thirty-five minutes, the wallflower teenagers finally met the first student who fell behind.