[Future] The counterattack of waste wood

Not long after Song Chu left, the New Year ushered in, and now the New Year flavor of Guangguang Star has faded a lot, more just to find a reasonable excuse for socializing with each other, Nightmare Army naturally held an internal dinner, ten in a row, Zhang Qi took Yang Jing to show his face every night.

After the new year, school will start in a few days. This is Yang Jing's last semester at Federal College. If everything goes well, he will be able to get his diploma and become a full member of the elite group in a serious manner. Thinking about it, he feels excited.

"The last semester won't be too busy. If there are few classes, just give me a call and I'll pick you up." Zhang Qi stood in the room, watching Yang Jing unhurriedly pack his clothes.

"En." In the past, I was used to being alone, and Yang Jing was also used to living alone, but in the past two months, I have been accompanied by Zhang Qi all day, and I have gradually become used to his presence. He is silent, but when he sits there, he will exude an aura that cannot be ignored, letting Yang Jing know that there are still people silently accompanying him.

With a glance of Zhang Qi's eyes, he could see Yang Jing's emotions clearly. He showed a very faint smile on his face, and continued to instruct, "The food in the cafeteria of Federal College is actually good, don't always eat convenience food."

The two of them chatted one after another, and it took two hours to pack up the few luggage and put it in the warehouse bound to the terminal.

Yang Jing wore a coat on his arm, and followed Zhang Qi out. Uncle knew that he was going to school today, so he was waiting at the door on the first floor. Seeing the two talking and laughing, the atmosphere was so harmonious that no one could penetrate, so he swallowed With the intention of sending them to school together, he nagged and instructed, "Although winter is over, it is still cold. Remember to wear more clothes, and don't wrong yourself when you eat. Eat whatever you want."

Speaking of this, the uncle remembered that he had never given Yang Jing a penny, but instead told him this, and suddenly felt ashamed, his face was hot, his eyes didn't know where to turn, and his voice stopped abruptly.

Yang Jing didn't pay attention to these details. Although Zhang Qi and his uncle told him to eat well, he still did whatever he wanted. When he was too lazy to move in the dormitory, he bought some fast food for preparation.

Yang Jing and Zhang Qi got into the car, and Qing Yan drove out quickly. This holiday experienced a series of things such as being attacked, giving birth, life experience in the early Song Dynasty, uncle confessing relatives and revealing the truth, etc. It always felt like acting. One after another, just two months of vacation, it seems like a long time.

Zhang Qi doesn't like to talk when driving. Although the car has an automatic driving function, he still concentrates on controlling the direction. That function is almost a decoration in front of Zhang Qi. Now Yang Jing has also figured out some of his habits. So he didn't take the initiative to speak, leaned his head on the back of the chair, closed his eyes and meditated.

The car gradually slowed down. Yang Jing was in a half-asleep state with his eyes closed, and he was still aware of the sounds from the outside world. When he heard the low nostalgic bell, he knew he had returned to the Federal Academy.

Zhang Qi took care of the car, and was about to wake Yang Jing up, but Yang Jing had already woken up on his own. He yawned, looked around at the familiar scenery outside the window, unfastened his seat belt and got out of the car.

The two walked into the building, and there were returning students coming and going, and the dormitory building that was somewhat deserted suddenly became lively.

No matter where Zhang Qi went, he stood out from the crowd, especially the dormitory where Yang Jing lived was the most upscale standard in the Federal College. Most of the people living in this building were from aristocratic families, and even Yang Jing looked familiar. Due to their reserve, they didn't take the initiative to chat, but they still nodded politely when they met their eyes.

When the two went upstairs, Yang Jing lightly swiped the terminal, only to hear a slight click from the door, he turned the handle and pushed the door open.

The room was filled with a dull smell that hadn't been lived in for a long time. Yang Jing walked in with a look of disgust. Zhang Qi's face was still very calm. After entering the door, he first operated the computer panel on the wall to ventilate and remove dust in the room. The power was also turned on. The biggest, in just a few minutes, the air in the room became fresh, and it also carried the aroma of a fruit-flavored freshener that is uniform in the dormitory.

Zhang Qi didn't stay long, and left after sitting for 10 minutes. After the year, he also had a lot of things to deal with in the Nightmare Army.

Yang Jing sat on the sofa alone, feeling a little quiet for no reason, and said to himself, "System, are you there?"

The system's voice sounded, "Darling, I'm here."

Before Yang Jing could say anything, the system continued: "Aren't you lonely? Let me sing a song to soothe your loneliness, emptiness, and coldness!"

Yang Jing didn't even have time to refuse, the system started singing, "The big girl is beautiful, the big girl is beautiful, the big girl walked into the green gauze tent... The breeze blew up the heat wave, I looked east and west, why didn't I see my love brother?" Lang..."

The system came and went, making Yang Jing lose all sensitive thoughts, only goosebumps scrambling to come out.

He got up and went to the bedroom to tidy up, took out the quilt and spread it on the bed, his hands and feet were dry, the quilt was covered with pleats, one side was long and the other was short.

At this moment, the terminal rang, and Yang Jing's contacts were really monotonous. One was Zhang Qi, the other was the elite group, and the other was the Song family. He couldn't get away from these three ranges anyway. He took out the terminal to look, and it showed " Wu Baichen".

As soon as the phone was connected, Wu Baichen's loud voice came. This person was full of energy at all times, "Yang Jing, school will start soon?"

Yang Jing walked back to the living room and sat on the sofa, took out a cigarette and lit it, half-closed his eyes and swallowed a mouthful before saying yes.

"This is your last semester, right?" Wu Baichen looked over with excitement.

"Yes." Yang Jing said without thinking.

"Hey." Wu Baichen laughed a few times, "After school starts, you will have the Academy Cup Ancient Martial Arts Contest. How about it? Are you going to sign up?"

Yang Jing's original lack of interest expression immediately became serious. He rested his cigarette-holding hand on the coffee table and leaned forward, "What competition?"

Wu Baichen put on an exaggeratedly surprised expression, "Aren't you, anyway, you have been studying at the Federation Academy for three years, and you don't know what the Academy Cup Ancient Martial Ability Competition is?"

Yang Jing shook his head.

Fortunately, Wu Baichen was used to Yang Jing's frequent forgetting of common sense knowledge, so he began to explain incessantly, "Every spring, the fourth-year students of the Federation College can sign up for the College Cup Ancient Martial Ability Competition, also referred to as the Spring Cup. Of course, theoretically, only fourth-grade students can participate, but there are some... low-grade students who feel good about themselves or are really capable in each session. They can also participate by leapfrogging their grades. Those who came to watch the competition included not only various large mercenary regiments, but also high-level personnel from the Thirteenth Army, and many people were directly selected by the Thirteenth Army through the hegemony competition every year."

Speaking of this, Wu Baichen paused, with an envious expression on his face, "Of course, you definitely don't lack this opportunity, but I think with your personality you will definitely participate, when you tell me the date of your competition, I'll go Cheers to you!"

Yang Jing rubbed his chin. It was indeed as Wu Baichen said. After listening to it, his whole body became agitated, and now he was eager to try.

Seeing his expression change, Wu Baichen seemed to recall the memories of his youth, with a nostalgic expression.

Until more than half of a cigarette burned itself into ashes and fell on the table, Yang Jing pinched out the cigarette and asked, "How do I sign up?"

"When you start school, the school will notify you." Wu Baichen saw that he seemed to have really forgotten everything, so he said in detail: "Although it is a competition in name, but there is no eye for fists and feet. In order to avoid accidents, the school will take responsibility and submit the application Parental signatures are required on the application."

As soon as Yang Jing heard that the parents were required to sign, he murmured in his heart. He subconsciously thought of the Yang family, and now he was really annoyed even hearing the word Academy of Sciences.

Seeing his hesitation, Wu Baichen thought that he was afraid of getting hurt, so he added: "But don't worry, the students participating in the competition have their senses, because if there is an accident, the injured party will be punished according to the seriousness of the situation. There are incidents of malicious retaliation, and the punishment is not light."

Yang Jing didn't pay much attention to Wu Baichen's words, but instead he thought that since he was already married, it might be valid to ask Zhang Qi to sign it, so he felt relieved again. As for whether Zhang Qi would agree, he didn't think about it at all. So Yang Jing showed an excited smile, "Tell me about this competition again."

So Wu Baichen opened his cheeks and started talking, starting from his own games at that time, and talking about the more brilliant games in the past few years, so-and-so turned defeat into victory at a critical moment, so-and-so passed five stages and cut six generals, what he said and what he heard Everyone was excited, and Yang Jing couldn't wait to start the competition tomorrow.

In a blink of an eye, the school started. At the opening ceremony, the school announced the competition. Although the students were all ready, they couldn't hide their excitement. Wherever they went after that, the topics they talked about were related to the competition.

On the college's internal network, the registration form began to be downloaded publicly. Yang Jing downloaded it to his terminal, and saw that it was full of competition rules, the original intention of the competition and the disclaimer. Yang Jing didn't even read it, and directly signed himself on the terminal. name, glanced at the "Parent's Signature" on the other side, and couldn't wait to switch to the dial function, and dialed Zhang Qi.

The phone was connected quickly, and Zhang Qi seemed to be sitting in the study.

It wasn't until he saw that stern face that Yang Jing was not sure whether the other party would agree. He coughed and said, "I'll go back today."

Today is Wednesday, the middle of the week, Zhang Qi raised his eyebrows when he heard this, Yang Jing didn't wait for him to speak, and said again: "You don't need to pick me up, I'm going out now, I've ordered a taxi."

Zhang Qi sighed almost invisible, with a helpless voice, "I see."