There Is No Afterlife

The freshman was walking slowly by the side of the road at the moment. No one had passed by him for a long time. He thought he might be the last one. But it doesn't matter, the other people in the life reproduction department are very strong, they will run ahead, and it doesn't hurt to lack him. However, the only thing to worry about is that he is super hungry right now, and I don't know if he can get something to eat before he starves to death...

While thinking about it, he suddenly heard footsteps coming from behind him.

Turning his head in surprise, he opened his mouth wide as if he saw something incredible.

The wallflower squad, which had always maintained the formation at the start, ran past him at a constant speed like this.

Four hours and thirty-six minutes after the start of the long-distance physical fitness test, the Wallflower Corps passed the last freshman in the Department of Life and Breeding; four hours and fifty minutes after the test began, the Wallflower Corps passed the last freshman in the Department of Medicine; five hours , surpassing the last two freshmen of the Department of Natural Sciences;

Five hours and ten minutes, surpassing the last four freshmen of the battleship command department...

Everyone who saw the wallflower team had the same reaction as the first person, with wide-eyed eyes and a look of disbelief.

The miscellaneous army formed by the Department of Cooking, Department of Art, and Department of Music is actually not neatly arranged, and their steps are not exactly the same. After all, they have not undergone formal queue training, but they have always maintained their original attitude. According to the arranged queue, no one is left behind, and the student next to everyone is the original one.

Da Da Da, the no-name wallflower army lined up like this, passing one stunned single freshman one after another.

"We've been running for more than five hours! I didn't even notice!" After queuing up one after another of the once-fantastic colleges of his department, only then did the members of the Mobility Army notice the time, When they had run most of the way, many people were startled!

Besides, compared to the desolate appearance of the others, they look simply wonderful! After running for so long, they did not feel very tired. On the contrary, they felt that they could continue to run at the same speed.

"I ate a lot of high-sugar food on the spacecraft yesterday, which is a necessary supplement for those who participated."

"The socks prepared according to the list are also air socks specially prepared for long-distance running!"

"I also sprayed the sunscreen spray I reminded to spray this morning..."

Thinking of who brought these to everyone, everyone looked back:

"Chairman Mugan, you didn't know the content of the military training in advance, did you?"

"How is that possible?" Mugen waved his hand quickly: "The food that day was given by the bosses along the way. It happened that they all opened a sweet shop, and the other things were regular items! Because I didn't know what to test, So I just wanted to bring as many things as possible, and at most it took a little effort to stuff it all into one backpack.”

"As for everyone who doesn't feel too tired from running until now, I have to thank Dobby for that."

"Ah?" Everyone's heads turned back at the same time, and they all looked at Dobby, the big man in the first row. When gathering everyone to line up, Mugan arranged Dobby in the first row on the far left. This arrangement seemed nothing at first, Dobby was neither fast nor slow, nothing special. Except for the eye-catching thing of "collecting with classmates behind his back" at the beginning of the military training, this big man is inconspicuous among the freshmen.

During the whole running process, Dobby didn't do anything except run with his head down? He didn't even communicate with everyone, what was he doing?

"Control everyone's speed throughout the whole process, and make appropriate adjustments according to everyone's situation. Everyone feels so good now, and it all depends on Dobby, the expert~" Towards Dobby's direction, Mugen gave a thumbs up.

Only then did the freshmen find out: Huh? It seems to be true! Really follow him all the way! Because Dobby was in the most critical position in the first row, the people next to him couldn't help but follow his rhythm.

I see-

"Dobby, are you a long-distance running expert?" In their opinion, this is the only explanation, and many freshmen looked up at Dobby at that time.

Dobby finally turned his head, showing his big white teeth, he smiled honestly:

"I'm not a long-distance running expert, I'm a cow farmer~(≧▽≦)/~!"

Freshmen: 囧!

"Every morning, I drive 300 cows to a place 40 kilometers away from home to graze, and control the speed of each cow to prevent them from getting tired before they reach their destination. Important work." Thinking of the cattle in his hometown, Dobby's face showed a look of nostalgia. It's been a long time since I drove the cattle. Although the number of people today is a little less, it's still over the addiction. ⊙▽⊙ Freshmen: 囧! So, your cows are experts in long-distance running, right? Running forty kilometers on an empty stomach to eat grass, these cows are real cows!

"However, as long as you train the cow well and let the cow lead the herd forward, it will be much easier." Dobby continued to miss him.

Xinsheng: =.=//So, Dobby, you not only regarded us as your cow, but also replaced yourself as a cow?

"Then, what if we get tired of running?" Someone asked on the spot.

It's not enough for someone to control the speed!

"Isn't there another three behind?" Dobby said.

The freshmen subconsciously looked towards the last row. The first thing they saw was Chairman Morgan, and then...

They saw Chairman Kerry and Chairman Godot running on both sides of Mugan with a smile.

The cattle masters control the speed in the first row, and the large beasts are in the last row. Everyone will not run very fast, and they will not dare to fall behind. All the freshmen are actually surrounded by these four points in a fairly square array.

Looking closely, the freshmen in the back row seem to be all carnivorous. right? On purpose! You did it on purpose! You definitely did it on purpose!

Morgan: ⊙﹏⊙

Freshmen with lingering fears: Sure enough, Chairman Muggan, who is behind Chairman Kerry and Chairman Godot, and who runs in the last row of the team, is the heaviest species of the three departments, right?

Being stared at by everyone's eyes, Mugen could only ⊙▽⊙.

"Actually, I was also very good at herding when I was in my hometown!" While running, Mugan chatted with Kerry and Godot next to him.

"As long as Sigma and I run behind those unicorns, they always run really fast! By the way! They run fastest when Uncle Beta is behind them!"

Godot & Kerry: What kind of breed is your family? o(╯□╰)o Six hours after the test started, they met the first freshman from the mecha family.

Yes, a "head".

***

In the sun-drenched suspension lane, the prototype Domra was crouching and kneeling beside the road. There was a small pool of water stains under his body, and the sweat dripping down his chin showed the source of the pool of water stains.

He looked so bad.

Kneeling there, Domura's throat made a sound like a broken bellows.

Domra didn't know how long he had been kneeling here. The pain of his body made him unable to control his return to his original form. However, without the protection of his military coat, he faced a worse situation: now is the time when the sun is at its strongest. , The sun on this planet is extremely poisonous, and the military uniform distributed by the academy can play an excellent protective role. Without the protection of the military uniform, his huge black body is completely exposed to the poisonous sunlight.

His body, which had already started to dehydrate, was extremely uncomfortable, his mind went blank, and he felt like he was about to evaporate.

In the first three hours, he had been rushing to the front and was quite confident in his physical strength. Domura thought that he should be able to achieve a good result in the first place in this test.

Under his leadership, the students of the mecha department are far ahead. The students who can be admitted to the mecha department are all very healthy, and there is basically no problem with their basic physical fitness. However, after running for another three hours, it is still Some fell. For these students, Domra chose to give up.

"We don't need to wait for the slowest person, we just need to ensure that the majority of people arrive at their destination first," he told his classmates, and then, when he fell to the ground in severe pain, he was faithfully carried out his orders students were left behind.

Everyone surpassed him one by one. The first echelon he was in was the first to pass, then the classmates who were a little behind before, and then the weak chickens of the battleship command department also passed, then the mechanical department, the medical department...

In the beginning, he could still proudly raise his head and push forward with all his might, but as more and more people passed by, his footsteps became slower and slower. Unable to hold it any longer, his knees softened and he knelt heavily on the ground.

Domura's proud head finally dropped heavily.

His broad forehead pressed against the road that was scorched by the sun, and he heard footsteps running past him.

The students who had been left far behind by him ran past him one by one.

No one stopped for him.

For a long time, no footsteps sounded in his ears.

He was hungry and thirsty, and his stomach was hurting so badly that he felt that his head was about to be tested.

In Domra's limited life so far, there has never been a moment that made him feel as deeply as this moment: he was abandoned.

His mind went blank.

He wanted to stand up and continue walking, but he found that he had no strength at all.

Just then, he heard footsteps again.

Domura didn't even think about raising his head. He began to be thankful that no one could see his face in his current posture.

The sound of footsteps this time was different from before.

The footsteps were very heavy this time, her forehead was on the road, and Domura could clearly feel the ground shaking. Who is this running over? With such heavy footsteps, how big is that person?

But he soon realized that he was wrong: no, no! This is not the footsteps of one person, but the footsteps of a group of people!

He raised his head with the last of his strength in surprise, and then he saw a team running forward in a neat line.

He saw the group running towards him!

Before he could express his surprise, the next second, he felt that he was caught and fell heavily on a warm and generous back.

It's Thunder Dragon! The person carrying him at the moment is a Thunder Dragon.

Domura closed his eyes, and the warm liquid slid from the corners of his eyes.

Finally someone ran towards him...

That's what it feels like to be abandoned.

It's a bad feeling, really, really bad...