There Is No Afterlife

It's afternoon now, and the sun is no longer harsh, but softer. The other three companion planets hidden in the sky are already clearly visible. If they are on Earth, this scene can probably be called the sun and the moon.

Very dreamy scenery, unfortunately no one appreciates it.

Eighty-five percent of the freshmen have arrived, but since there are still some freshmen who have not arrived, the instructors do not give them food at all.

Everyone can only continue to wait with an empty stomach.

Brad was also waiting, sitting on a rock, staring silently into the distance.

Except for the chairman of the committee, Domra, all the freshmen of the mecha department have already arrived, and their rankings are very high. It is no surprise that they should be the first according to the average score of the group.

But the battleship command line is also good: due to something wrong with Domra, Brad was the first to arrive this time!

Even if the group average score is not as good as the mecha department, they won the first place individually, which sounds good.

Next, let's see when the remaining four people in the department arrive...

Until this moment, his mind was still very calm.

until--

He suddenly heard a heavy roar.

Rumbling, it sounded like thunder. No, not thunder.

A head slowly appeared on the horizon, followed by a long neck, and a sturdy Thunder Dragon appeared in front of him. This was not what surprised him the most, but Brad opened his eyes slightly in surprise. A neat line in front of him!

Six people in a row, they stepped on neat steps and ran to the finish line unhurriedly!

Then, they continued to line up, and they passed the finish line one by one, and the induction device on the line automatically counted their number and freshman class. The information of each new student was immediately transmitted to the wrist-type brain of the military training instructor.

"Department of Cuisine, Department of Art, Department of Music, all the staff!" After the final Dobby passed, he announced the statistical results, and after a while, the name of a new student came from the watch, and glanced at the back of Thunder Dragon. The little tyrannosaurus was wearing a small tyrannosaurus, the instructor who had always been cold-faced showed a smile that was not easy to detect, and he then announced: "All the mechas are here!"

Because of his words, there was a brief noise among the freshmen who had arrived at the scene: this was not what the instructor said before! He would only tell the freshmen who had run across the finish line with a stern face how much time he spent! This time, the announcement is that everyone is here!

For some reason, Brad suddenly had a bad feeling in his heart.

Two hours later, his hunch came true:

"The results of this physical fitness test have been counted. The first place is the cuisine department, the art department, the music department, and the mecha department, with a score of 10 hours and 29 minutes."

There was an uproar—

"How could this be! They were obviously the last ones to arrive!" Someone protested on the spot.

"...I don't have to answer your question." Facing the noise below, the instructor in black just pulled the brim of his hat, his voice was not high, but after he spoke, all the noise disappeared.

"Only this time, the next is not an example: the results of this test are based on departments, and only the results of the last student are saved!"

"what!"

"In the army, everyone lives in groups. A general takes a group of soldiers to the battlefield. The general arrives first, and the soldiers are left far behind by him. You say how he will fight next. "

After speaking, leaving a black back for the freshmen, he turned and walked towards the cooking department.

"Can you tell me why you guys came running?" The testing process was equipped with a monitoring system, and the performance of the freshmen along the way was all in the eyes of the instructors.

"Because..." Mugan glanced at Dobby: "Dobby and I have told many stories about raising cattle. As long as they survive in the group, the cattle will not panic too much even if they are injured and lost, and they can cheer up quickly. Get up and walk a long distance; but occasionally there will be a lost cow, and Dobby said that once the cow is lost, it will basically not survive.

Running alone must be very tiring, but running together will be much better.”

Scratching his head, Mugan smiled.

Looking straight at the black-haired boy, the instructor did not speak. His eyes immediately fell on Dobby, who was sweating profusely. He came back alone with a Tyrannosaurus on his back. He fell from the first row to the last row, but even so, he held on all the way, even so , his classmates did not abandon him, everyone slowed down and ran with him.

"Didn't there be other students who were left behind before? Why did you only carry this student on your back?"

Unexpectedly, the instructor would take the initiative to talk to him, Dobby was in a hurry for a while, and then stammered for a while: "Because, because the others have stopped running away?

It's just this guy, he looks miserable, but he's still trying to run, his knee is broken..."

Long streaks of salt and blood trailed behind him, which were proofs that Domra was still running forward despite the agony.

"Help motivated people and give up those who have given up. You are very good and a principled person." Nodding, the instructor smiled at Dobby for the first time before turning to look at Mugan: "You think so too. Is it?"

Also rushing over with Dobby was Mugan, and after Mugan passed, all the freshmen came to help.

The teenager already has quite the charisma in his team.

Who knows, hearing the instructor's question, Mugen scratched his head in embarrassment.

"Can you not answer this question?"

The first time I heard this kind of answer in a recruit, the instructor raised his eyebrows, and then refused Mugan with a stern face: "No. In the army, the commander can not answer the questions of the subordinates, but the subordinates must answer all the questions of the commander. You must answer truthfully!"

Mugan's face was eerily red.

After carefully looking around, noticing that Domra had been pulled away by the medical staff, Mugan whispered: "Doug said that the test track is for food transportation, so at that time we wondered if we could be on the road. I picked up the food that was dropped, and...then I saw Domura-san over there."

"He looks quite fat..." The last sentence was so low that only the instructor could hear it.

"Pfft—" The instructor, who has always shown a cold face, actually laughed.

The freshmen are okay, after all, they are not familiar with the instructors here, but the other instructors standing beside them are stunned. Who is this person in front of O_o? Or is it that they have worked together for half a year without a colleague who is smiling, not angry, and makes people timid?

"I-I'm not very good at distinguishing between classmates and food!" After a long while, Mugen lowered his head embarrassedly.

"..." Facing the Tyrannosaurus who would mistake him for food, the instructor was speechless: "You have a good appetite!"

"Thank you, Dad said the same thing." Taking this sentence as a compliment, Mugan laughed again with his signature little white teeth.

Seeing these two rows of familiar little white teeth again, Chairman Morgan's classmates all softened their knees.

The black-clothed instructor was stunned for a moment:

"You, don't be afraid of me."

He used affirmative sentences.

The guy in black who dared to refuse to answer his question, and who dared to smile so happily at him, has not seen the black-clothed instructor in fifty years.

"Uh, why should you be afraid? You are very similar to my uncle, which makes me feel very cordial!"

The freshmen -_-|| now: openly and the instructor are close in public, do you think these humanoid weapons will really be moved by you? too naive!

Instructor in black: "Thank you, I also hope to have a nephew like you!"

Freshmen: Ma Dan! I was really moved!

"As usual, the last one will prepare dinner today." Another instructor stood up in time and announced the long-awaited news about dinner.

Under the guidance of the instructor, the freshmen walked towards the dining room with their hungry stomachs.

Under the guidance of another instructor, the students of the battleship command department walked towards the back kitchen of the camp.

The last place in this military training is the battleship command system.

With his back straight, Brad felt that the gazes of the other departments behind him were as sharp as thorns.

"Yo! Are you freshmen in the cooking department of the Imperial College? Your seniors and seniors have all started with me!" The three cooks had been waiting there for a long time. The tall chef couldn't help but shine.

"...We are from the battleship command department." Brad said this sentence with great difficulty. For the honor of the battleship command system, he had to show his identity to the other party.

However, revealing the identity itself is the most damaging thing to the reputation of the command line.

Looking stiffly at the chef's broad waist, Brad said word by word.

"Oh... it's okay for anyone to come, come and help." He waved to Brad casually, and the fat chef led the future commanders to the backyard of the kitchen. A large vegetable field covered the whole vegetable garden, pointing at the vegetable field, the fat chef instructed: "You, you still have you, find six more people to pick crunch vegetables, and ask for 300 kilograms; the tall man over there , you and the six people behind you are going to pick the yellow cabbage over there, 600 kilograms; the xenogeneic kakagua at ten o'clock is very heavy, and that fat man over there, bring a few more people over there to pick it, you want to pick 300 pieces, Not one less!

Fifteen minutes to pick all the vegetables and fill the basket over there!"

A series of orders were quickly spit out from the fat chef's mouth. Following his orders, the freshmen ran to do things one by one, and there were fewer and fewer freshmen behind him until Brad was left alone.

Silently following behind the fat chef, Brad suddenly frowned: There is a smell...

Crossing a corner, Brad followed Fat Chef to a terrifying place he had never seen before: the door was a small dark room with only a light bulb, the stench of excrement wafting through the nostrils, and the cloth Ryder couldn't help but take a step back.

But this retreat seemed worse! He felt like he had stepped into a lump of mud, and he reflexively wanted to lift his foot up, but the soles seemed to stick to the ground.

Disgusting - that was the only thought on Brad's head.

It's not even worse, the next second, he felt a hot mass suddenly hit his feet! There was a humming sound in the mouth, and the thing emitted an extremely terrible stench!

"Go away!" In the next second, Brad felt light on his leg, but the fat chef kicked the thing away mercilessly.

"The illuminator is broken again." Said, the fat chef took out a portable light source from his pocket, and Brad finally saw the scene in the house.

"This is... this is..." He was stunned.

"What a fuss, I've never seen a piggy circle!" The fat chef gave Brad a reproachful look.

Brad froze for a moment: he, he really hasn't seen a piggy circle.

Since childhood, he has lived a good life, and this military camp is the dirtiest place he has ever been to.

"This is a meat beast imported from a country planet called Earth. It's called a pygmy beast. It's easy to feed, grows meat quickly, and has a high rate of improved meat. It's just that the captive breeding process is a little dirty. The fat chef obviously couldn't stand it either. He covered his nose and took a few steps back. He glanced at Brad: "From today until the end of the military training, your task is to raise this beast!"

"What!" Brad exclaimed, unable to maintain his calm expression any longer!

The changeable expression of "has an opinion" suddenly disappeared from the fat face, and at the moment when the fat chef's slender eyes stared at it, Brad only felt that the hairs on his back were all blown up!

"This, this... this is not fair!" Brad tried to win.

"This is punishment." The fat chef shattered all his disguise with one sentence.

"If a team performs a task well, it must be their leader who receives the highest reward; similarly, a team that fails a task must be punished most severely by its leader."

"As much power comes as much responsibility. It's not just you, the leader of the penultimate department of any subject will be punished."

"It's not discrimination, it's not unfair. It's punishment, that's all."

After saying this, the fat chef's tall body immediately disappeared from the door.

Brad stood there in despair, until a minute later, the dirty pygmy rubbed against his calf again.

This evening, the freshmen of Imperial College had a terrible dinner: the lettuce was not washed, the dust and sauce were poured together, and it was impossible to clean them! The meat pieces vary in size, a pot of meat, some It's overcooked, and some are undercooked at all! It's not a problem if it's raw or cooked, the key is that it's extremely salty!

"Abusive! The military camp's cooking department abused the students!" Someone stood up on the spot.

"The one who abused you is the battleship command department that prepared dinner today. Please settle the account and don't find the wrong person." The fat chef was not angry, he smiled next to him.

Behind him, the heads of a group of future commanders in aprons dropped lower, and they wanted to fold them and bury them in their chests.

This evening, everyone was not happy at all, but thinking about what terrible projects await them tomorrow, everyone still tried their best to eat.

Except for Brad.

After two hours with such a filthy creature, he had already vomited twice, and his empty stomach had nothing but dry nausea.

There is also Domla who has not eaten anything. His abdominal pain is a problem of intestinal cramps. It is a common problem in the tyrannosaurus group. The operation is also very simple. In comparison, the more serious problem is the sunburn on his body. and broken knees.

Even the medical officer was shocked by this little tyrannosaurus when he was able to run for more than two hours when the intestinal spasm attacked!

After returning to the dormitory, Dobby spoke to Mugan, on behalf of all the members of the Wallflower Family, Dobby went to condolences to Domra.

There were five members in Domura's dorm room—all of them were of the Tyrannosaurus species.

As a herbivorous dinosaur breaking into a Tyrannosaurus den, Dobby was very... sluggish.

"It turns out that your companion secretly hid food for you." Dobby saw at a glance a few pieces of meat placed by the window of Domura, wrapped in napkins, the soup was sucked dry, and it was not delicious. Meat looks more nasty.

"But those meats are unpalatable. I brought you delicious ones!" Dobby sat down beside Domura's bed, glanced around, and confirmed that there was no instructor. I took out two big bags and sons!

"It was given to you by Chairman Mugen's uncle. It's a condolence." He said the source of the buns.

Looking at the steamed buns, Domla was stunned.

"Look, break open this white hard shell, and this round meatball inside is super! Super! Super delicious!

~(≧▽≦)/~" With a big hand, Dobby showed Domura the correct way to eat the buns from the Mugan family.

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This night, Domla ate the best buns he had ever eaten in his life!

He knew deeply: in the military camp, the food that was smuggled in was a precious thing! And such a precious thing, Dobby gave him two without caring...

Looking blankly at the direction Dobby was leaving, Domura was stunned.

When he turned around again, he saw four big mouths with dribbling saliva around him.

It was only then that Domura thought: In order to hide some food for himself, these companions all smuggled back with the leftovers of their own food, they must not be full, not to mention the meatballs in the buns are so delicious!

"I'll give it to you." Domra then broke the other bun and handed the meatballs inside to the other four little tyrannosaurs in his dormitory.

"It's delicious!"

"As expected of the cuisine department!"

The little tyrannosaurs sighed and ate the poor little meatball.

A long time later, the Tyrannosaurus family ate steamed buns instead of the skins, but only the meatballs inside. It is said that this day started with a certain five-headed Tyrannosaurus rex.