Artificial Wizard Growth Log

Eight shuttle cars surrounded one of the shuttle cars and stopped at the gate of the National Defense Military University in the capital.

The car door didn't open, but the principal was already a little nervous. He rubbed his hands, and secretly turned his head to look at the surrounding layout.

Just in the past few days, the capital’s national defense military not only used cleaning robots, but also mobilized all students in the school to clean up together. It is stipulated that no dust is allowed even in the corners. The outer wall of the alloy in space is polished with a layer of clear oil. At the moment the whole university satellite looks shiny and shiny.

There are large pots of lilies and roses on the left and right of the avenue, all of which were specially purchased from Bisenxing, a large flower cultivation base. The colors are bright, the petals are delicate, and there is crystal dew on them. Even the teachers and instructors who are usually stern-faced are all smiling.

Artificial snowflakes fluttered down, like dancing pure elves, and the joyful music with the theme of Christmas Eve, which matched the dance, came from the loudspeakers and floated in every corner of the campus.

The Yule Ball is today.

It was already eight o'clock in the evening, and the last and most honored guest arrived late.

"Your Excellency Marshal! Welcome to the Capital National Defense Military University!"

The headmaster walked towards Victor Turan who got out of the car.

He opened his arms according to the etiquette, intending to give the acting marshal a warm hug, but before he raised his hand, he was stared back by the guards around the marshal.

The principal can only shake hands instead.

His Excellency the Acting Marshal, who was wearing white gloves, held the fingertips of his outstretched hand reservedly, shook it three times politely, and let it go immediately.

The principal thought, fortunately the marshal didn't take off the white gloves and throw them away in the next second.

It's a pity that as a sentinel, Mr. Principal saw a member of the guard holding out a pair of new gloves with sharp eyes.

"..."

Even an official as smooth as the principal was choked for a while. Fortunately, he had heard about the various eccentricities of this gentleman who was born in a top chaebol family, so he quickly adjusted his mood and took a few steps back. , showing a bright and slightly flattering smile.

"Your Excellency Marshal, please go this way."

Because the visit this time was not for a review, all the members of the school board agreed that an overly grand welcome is not good. After all, the Capital National Defense Military University is a prestigious school with 300 years of history, and at least one-fifth of the upper-level officers of the Federal Army were born here. , Even Victor Turan himself was the same, so they did not move out the guard of honor that the school was proud of. Only important figures in the school board and a few deans who had retired from military service to teach were greeted at the door.

At this time, these successful people stood in front of the silver-haired marshal, feeling as nervous as recruits who had just joined the army.

Not because of the famous name of the comer—of course it cannot be denied that this is part of the reason—but because of the frightening power of the comer.

The cloak was blown up by the cold wind deliberately increased by the seasonal weather system, and the bright red lining stretched out, like a smear of blood in the snow.

The fallen snow on the road was swept away, and the soles of Turan's shoes clicked as they landed on the wet ground.

In the next second, all the people who came to greet them subconsciously took big strides from left to right, making way for the middle path.

Marshal Turan didn't even move his eyebrows, just nodded slightly, and walked across the middle road with his guards.

He didn't say a word the whole time.

The principal who wants to talk: "..."

School managers who want to talk: "..."

The deans who are just acting as a foil: "..."

It took a few seconds to react, and the headmaster chased after him with his fat, trembling legs.

"Your Excellency, Marshal, please wait for me."

Mr. Principal didn't know that Turan was asking his adjutant at this moment: "Where did this fat pig who was greedy for a lot of money come from?"

"The current principal of the Capital National Defense Military University is from the Hu family."

"Hand out long enough."

"The former principal has just retired not long ago. He has little influence and has not received much respect from the teachers and students of this school. The Capital National Defense Military University provides new blood for the middle and upper-level officers of our army, and the safety of talents can be guaranteed. "

The adjutant's explanation did not receive another comment from Turan. The group had already walked through the avenue where snow fell from time to time, and then passed through the Christmas tree avenue specially repaired in the past few days, and soon entered the auditorium.

"Marshal Turan has arrived~"

The buzzing buzz formed by the converging of various small conversations paused for a moment, and then the overall tone was raised an octave after it resounded.

Turan, who immediately became the focus of attention after entering the venue, didn't pay attention to the discussions that necessarily focused on himself, and frowned after sweeping his eyes.

He didn't see An Huaichun.

Lazy even if it's a Yule Ball?this person……

The resentment towards a lieutenant general who didn't work grew a little bit more, the silver-haired marshal ordered the adjutant to go to An Huaichun, and went up to the viewing platform on the second floor at a very fast speed.

Leave behind a series of people who came forward to talk to him.

The headmaster, who was clearly a sentinel but couldn't run fast because of his weight, hurried to catch up, took out a handkerchief to wipe away the profuse sweat before he dared to step forward.

"Your location is here."

Not three seconds after Marshal Turan sat down, a certain sentinel whom he had highlighted appeared on the edge of his spiritual domain.

A rare guide among soldiers, he raised his head and found An Huaichun between the double-layer tempered glass brackets that served as the outer wall of the auditorium.

The idle lieutenant general, or the lazy teacher, was sneaking behind a thick bracket, holding a retro camera in his hand, aiming at the downstairs.

His gaze was immediately felt by the man.

An Huaichun smiled and waved the camera in his hand as a greeting to him.

Immediately, the man who was stared coldly by Turan laughed at him.

The band, which had been playing a relaxing ditty, stopped playing, and the originally scattered crowd retreated around wisely, leaving the center of the venue empty.

The golden floor tiles, which had been cleaned for the last time three hours ago, glowed softly under the light. The tall and thin band conductor shook his fingers, and everyone held their breath as they watched him raise his baton and draw the first wave.

The first sound is played by the violin, which is clear and high, soft and melodious, followed by the deep cello, and then the piano, organ, trumpet, French horn, and saxophone make sounds one after another, and it is not the drums that beat the dance music. It was the sound of iron-tipped shoes hitting the ground.

clatter!clatter!clatter!

Stepping on the beat, No. 1 of each grade, department, and class led their dance partners into the arena. The boys were all in black tuxedos, and the girls were all in snow-white gauze skirts. It was retro and traditional without decoration.

The simplicity of the costumes highlights the excellent figures of these dancers. The muscles that are usually trained make both boys and girls a little tough, but at this moment, those shortcomings have been weakened. The boys are handsome and the girls are beautiful. The dress outlines a slender waist The nine centimeter heels of the transparent high-heeled shoes reflect the golden floor tiles and are also dyed a light gold.

Their movements are exactly the same, stepping up and down, turning around and bending over, the veil skirts thrown away are like snow-white flowers that have just bloomed, the petals are faintly transparent, and they are quickly closed and bloom again, just like the bystanders in the flowers. A faint floral scent into the air.

From Earth to Eternity, hundreds of years seem to be stagnant at this moment.

While the audience was paying attention, Turan and his subordinates were not interested in admiring the flowers.

Despite being watched by countless people downstairs, light screens of various sizes are constantly unfolding in front of them. Due to the disturbing pseudo-psychic rays emitted by the secrecy program, the people downstairs can't see clearly what is displayed on the light screens no matter how good their eyesight is. wearing something.

Displayed on the light screen are the materials of the students who are currently dancing the opening dance downstairs.

"Department of Information Management, No.1 Bailuoxi..."

"Mechanical Logistics Department, No.1 Andy..."

"Space Combat Department, No.1 Hillary..."

The subordinates reported the information one by one, while Turan half leaned on the plaster carved railing, squinting at these rising stars.

Your Excellency the Acting Marshal is certainly not here to play.

As a guide, the well-developed brain gave Victor Turan not only the unconstrained tactical and strategic thinking that An Huaichun was alerted to, but also a keen sixth sense that could not even be explained by science.

The children born at the end of the last war have just come of age, and everyone is looking forward to the same peace that has not changed in the past 20 years. Supreme Leader, he sensed the imminence of a new war.

The veteran who has been in the army for more than 30 years smells the breath of blood and gunpowder blown by the breeze from the distant sky.

Hope is an illusion.

Even though he thought so, he adjusted his strategy immediately, and reminded a lazy guy that it was time to come back.

But his goal today is not An Huaichun.

The 20 years of peace have let the federal army relax. Even if he is a marshal, he can't completely prevent other forces from entering the military headquarters.

Even recruiting veterans can't fill the vacancies, he can only focus on those reserve soldiers who are still studying in school.

If there will be a war, I hope there will be more time to let those dancing boys and girls grow up.

Speaking of which, what about the kid that An Huaichun favored?Isn't he No.1?

Just when Turan suddenly remembered this, the boys in black and the girls in white skirts spun in a neat circle, bowed in salute, and stepped back slowly.

The music didn't stop.

A pair of dancers walk slowly towards the center of the field.

The silver-haired Marshal raised an eyebrow with interest.

This pair of dancers are both girls in white dresses.

Turan, who was not as perverted as the sentinel, couldn't see the faces of the two people below. He could only distinguish between the taller black-haired girl and the smaller gray-haired girl.

Before the dance, the movements of the two saluting each other were extremely stiff.

"Who are these two?"

Such unsmooth movements unexpectedly ended in the opening dance.

His adjutant glanced at the light screen, and it froze.

"Yes, it's the Cosmic Infantry Department, No.1 Pang Kyushu and No.5 Xia Zuo."