Artificial Wizard Growth Log

Pang Jiuzhou finally stopped his mouth that kept spraying venom, and turned his head to look at his strategy teacher in doubt.

"Uncle, you're a bit lenient today."

"I just remembered the last time. You seemed to be excluded from the Christmas ball last year and didn't attend the opening dance." Professor An remained calm, "No. 1 in all departments must participate in the opening dance, but you are the only one who is absent? Replace you It seems to be the comprehensive No.2 in your class, I remember it is...Charles?"

"If they like to dance, let them dance. I'm too lazy to do such things."

The young sentinel spread his hands indifferently, with a mocking look on his face.

Xia Zuo listened to their conversation silently, and the robot quietly rolled over and brought him a glass of milk.

"That's impossible," Professor An shook his head. "You're a junior this year, and you're going to be an intern next year. Our school's Christmas ball will have many high-level military officers participating. It's good for you to get acquainted."

"That kind of sophistication, who cares about him." Pang Jiuzhou also shook his head, "What's more, I still look down on those high-level military officials."

"You, you, the young man is not afraid of the wind flashing his tongue."

Professor An was helpless.

Pang Kyushu is also his favorite student, but now the front line is stable, there are only small-scale wars, and it has been 20 years since the last human-worm war that was so tragic that the population of the Federation was reduced by half, and the world is still peaceful. Pang Kyushu, in this environment, can only have seniority.

With this young man's arrogance, it is inevitable to look down on those high-level military officials who do not go to the front line.

But as a teacher, he only hopes that his students' journey will be smoother, and it will be better if they don't have to work so hard.

...Don't be like him back then.

"There are many talented people in the army. You are just a small shrimp in the reserve. You should be humble once in a while."

"I will be humble in front of people who should be humble." Pang Jiuzhou still didn't care. "As for those officers who have grown a general's belly before they are 50 years old, they are really not admirable."

"50 years old is not considered young in the past, and there is nothing wrong with being puffy..."

"Now 50 years old is still a young man, and a man in his seventies and eighties like you is an uncle."

Xia Zuo held the cup, looking back and forth between the two.

He felt that Pang Jiuzhou must have the ability to turn his conversation with anyone into a bickering.

This person still prefers which pot does not ring and which pot should not be stabbed.

When the question of age was brought up, Professor An's face turned blue.

"Actually, teacher, I'm not too old," Professor An said in a low voice before raising his voice to normal. "There may be surprises at this year's Christmas ball."

"Oh," Pang Jiuzhou said calmly, "Could it be that the daughter of the colonel's guide will come?"

"Hahaha," Professor An narrowed his eyes with a smile, "don't you want to meet people who can make you humble at the Christmas ball? Gossip says that at this year's Christmas ball, Admiral Turan, the acting marshal, will come to Victor Turan's achievements in battle are so great, isn't it worthy of your modesty?"

"Hehe," the second-year-old youth dismissively said, "Admiral Turan who was in an ambush and disappeared with the main force, and then suddenly appeared at the end of the decisive battle?"

"Cough cough cough..."

Professor An was choked.

The robot rolled over and tapped his back, and brought him another glass of water to moisten his throat.

The middle-aged sentinel picked up the cup, and the cool liquid was just in his mouth, when he heard Pang Jiuzhou continue to make the second speech, "Among the few generals who have not died, only Lieutenant General An Huaichun is worthy of praise. Self-employed, majoring in finance at university, without the connections of parents and classmates, relying on excellent strategic and tactical talents to protect the people of the Federation from wars, accumulating military merits and becoming a lieutenant general, it is worthy of being the guardian wall of our Federation. Mention, I'm his fan."

Professor An: "Pfft!!!"

The middle-aged sentinel choked on his throat with a sip of water, and finally sprayed it all out, attracting the surprised gazes of Pang Jiuzhou and Xia Zuo.

The android boy hadn't interrupted before, but he was listening to the conversation between the two of them very seriously.

He doesn't know anything about the sophistication of the world that Pang Kyushu disliked, but when he mentioned the history of the Second Human-Insect War later on, he still knows a lot about it. Naturally, he knows the two most famous victorious generals in the history of modern warfare.

Victor Turan, the blade of attack, and An Huaichun, the wall of protection.

The four-character title was originally a nickname given by civil war critics, but it became more and more popular later on. Last time, the professor of war history also mentioned a few words jokingly.

but……

Xia Zuo looked at Pang Jiuzhou who had no choice but to pat Professor An on the back.

I didn't expect this person to be interested in such a joking title.

Of course the cyborg boy doesn't know, the second disease likes those cool titles that people half understand and half don't understand.

Professor An's reaction was also very strange...

After finally getting out of breath, Professor An waved his hand to tell Pang Jiuzhou to leave him alone, holding the teacup in confusion.

"Kyushu," the middle-aged man held his forehead and sighed, "Let's have a discussion, don't you want to stop saying such shameful words?"

"Huh? Why not?" Pang Jiuzhou didn't understand his embarrassment, and joked amusedly: "General An's strategic command is the first in the Federation. Is it possible that you are jealous, uncle?"

Professor An: "..."

The man felt that he hadn't experienced such a sour feeling for a long time.

Xia Zuo also turned on the recording light screen on the side, and asked seriously: "Teacher, can you tell us about Admiral Turan and Lieutenant General An?"

He acted like a student in class. Professor An, who had been asked by Xia Zuo many times in the past few months, sighed, and Pang Jiuzhou interrupted, "Little boy, did you score zero in the high school history test? Don't know? Let me tell you, General An..."

"stop!"

Professor An gave a loud shout.

Pang Jiuzhou stopped, Xia Zuo stopped, and the two young men turned their heads to look at him in unison, their eyes flickering.

"Kyushu," Professor An said seriously, "You better not mislead your disciples, and explain...let me do it."

"...I just want to develop a fan for the Anshen support club, uncle, why are you in a hurry."

Even so, Pang Jiuzhou did not mention examples that would be exaggerated to those with normal common sense, which made Professor An relax.

While complaining about the name Anshen Support Club in his heart, the man was thinking.

"Where do we start? Victor Turan and An Huaichun are both famous tactical generals in the Federation today. They became famous almost at the same time. If we only talk about tactical style, Admiral Turan's tactical thinking is unconstrained. None of the Second Army led by him could keep up with their commander's imagination, but they could do what they ordered. This was because they believed that as long as they followed Admiral Turan's instructions, they would surely win. Turan and his army... If it is an enemy, it must be a strong enemy."

Pang Jiuzhou: "... Teacher, although I don't want to see General Turan, but when he is a strong enemy or something, you still don't forget to put money on your face."

Professor An ignored him, and taught Xia Zuo Xun, "If you want to know more about it, for beginners in strategy, I recommend "Tulan Talks about Commercial Warfare". Although Schell's book is about commercial warfare, Admiral Turan learned many of his tactical ideas from his uncle."

Xia Zuo immediately wrote down the name of the book on the light screen respectfully.

Pang Kyushu, who was a little bored listening to the two talking, shook his chair.

"If he wasn't born into a chaebol family, it's still unknown whether General Turan could become an admiral."

"Kyushu," Professor An said seriously, "Admiral Turan is a very respectable person."

"Since you have said so, teacher... now it's time to explain General An."

"General An..."

Cold sweat rolled down Professor An's forehead.

Opposite him, Xia Zuo looked at him full of curiosity, and Pang Jiuzhou was also very interested in how he commented on General An.

A few minutes later, Professor An still couldn't get rid of the embarrassment and shame, and rubbed the back of his head with a dry smile, "General An has always been in the dark, and I don't know about him, hahahahahahaha."

Xia Zuo: "...Oh."

Pang Jiuzhou: "...you laugh so guilty."

Professor An: "We are clearly talking about the Christmas ball, Kyushu, don't go wrong."

Xia Zuo and Pang Jiuzhou looked at each other.

There are tricks.

But Xia Zuo is not interested in the teacher's gossip—or he is not interested in any gossip, and Pang Jiuzhou knows that if he inquires at this moment, he will never find out any news, and he will be dragged elsewhere by this man's two or three sentences, and even get the answer to the lie It is not impossible, so I gave up gossip at the moment.

He lazily said: "The Christmas ball is just the Christmas ball. Admiral Turan has a lot to do every day. Although there are not many talents like me, a student, or a student of the infantry department, cannot get into his eyes."

Professor An: "Is it a must-have skill for every older middle school student to blend self-praise and disdain for reality without any sense of disobedience?"

Xia Zuo: "...the older middle school two?"

Professor An immediately showed him a comforting smile, "No, Xia Zuo, you are a good boy, don't imitate him."

Xia Zuo nodded: "Yes, sir."

Pang Kyushu: "...hehe."

"Ahem," Professor An didn't wait for the young sentinel to say the mocking remarks, "We talk about the prom, we talk about the prom... well, the most important thing in the prom is the partner, Kyushu, you know that there used to be two boys dancing together in our school Is it the tradition of the opening dance? If you can't find a partner, do you think Xia..."

Pang Jiuzhou interrupted him, "Hehe, stop joking, uncle."

Xia Zuo: "..." What are you talking about?