The wrong master is the god of war

"Third Master, don't be poor." The driver looked at the time and said.

Qin Jian turned her head and saw the same Uncle Wu who sent them to school back then: "Oh, it's only 17 years, back then, Uncle Wu, you always called me young master."

Uncle Wu: "..."

"Enough! Are you done talking!" The second sister-in-law dragged her into the car, and the third junior hurriedly followed.

The military academy has a dormitory system, and the three juniors of the Qin family went back to their own dormitory to organize their things as soon as they returned to school.

Second Sister-in-law Qin took Qin Jian to the Academic Affairs Office: "Your mental strength is damaged now, before you recover, remember a word."

Qin Jian: "Huh?"

"Low-key." The second sister-in-law said, although she thought it was impossible.

Qin Lan followed behind, suddenly feeling very nostalgic, Qin Jian was always fearless, and Xu Yue often jumped when she was angry.

"Major."

A voice sounded from behind, Qin Lan turned her head, and the man gave him a military salute.

Qin Jian listened to the voice, paused for a moment, didn't look back, and then walked away as if it was an unfamiliar voice.

The second sister-in-law looked at both sides and felt that there was something wrong.

"Qin Hao, why are you here?" Qin Lan became serious.

Qin Hao said with love in his eyes: "I just sent my younger brother here and helped him complete the transfer procedures. In two months, he will be able to transfer to Class A."

After finishing speaking, he looked at the young man with his back turned to him, feeling a little familiar for no reason.

Qin Lan frowned when she heard the words, he understood this kind of worry, but he didn't agree with it if he really helped.

I think that since the few of them enrolled in school, they have done all the procedures by themselves, even the three children in their family now. After entering the school, they don't need the help of their family members, and even organize the housework by themselves.

Of course, Qin Jian is an exception.

Not to mention the sensitivity of his identity now, but his previous criminal record alone, they dare not let him report alone.

But he can't say much about outsiders.

Qin Lan: "Then you are busy, I will take my little... son to report first."

When he turned around, he found that Qin Jian and his wife had already left him and left.

The second sister-in-law took Qin Jian to the Academic Affairs Office earlier.

There are very few medical doctors in the empire, and even fewer first-level medical doctors. There are only 10 in the entire galaxy, and 2 in the capital star. One of them is Xu Yue who is married to Qinlan, who is the second sister-in-law of Qinjian.

"Dean Xu, why are you here in person?" The teacher in charge of student registration at the Academic Affairs Office got up quickly.

Xu Yue smiled gracefully: "There's no need for so many gifts, I'm just here to send my children to school."

"Oh, the application for admission, right? We've already received it, I just need to record a gene, Qin..." The teacher stuck.

It seems that he forgot what the student's name is.

Qin Jian said generously, "My name is Third Master Qin."

"I'm sorry, his name is Qin Dan. One of my adopted children has suffered severe mental damage. Teacher, please trouble me." The second sister-in-law covered Qin Jian who was starting to behave again, and looked at the teacher with a smile.

Qin Jian: "..."

The teacher looked at Qin Jian and shook his hands.

The second sister-in-law continued to smile: "Oh, we only adopted him because we saw that he looked like our dead brother."

The teacher slowly looked at the death certificate, Qin Jian, these two people look like...

He looked at Qin Jian again, and he was slightly relieved after a breath.

If you look closely, it's a little different.

The one in front of him is obviously more refined, as if one is a high-end version and the other is a low-end version, and the temperament is also different. Although Qin Jian is arrogant, the one in front of him is obviously more arrogant, and it is still the domineering kind.

"Understood, student Qin, put your hand here, let's record a gene."

The second sister-in-law glanced at Qin Jian, Qin Jian put away her joke, walked over, put one hand on it, and felt the tiny needle poking his hand lightly, he picked it up.

Gene entry takes time, but if it has been recorded before, it will take less than a second. The second sister-in-law went over and touched the entry machine with her fingertips. The instrument for gene entry was jointly developed by their research institute and an outside company. Knowing its principle, she mobilized her mental power, typed in the brand-new gene at hand, reached the core analysis department first, and asked, "Which class is our Xiaodan in?"

The teacher lowered his head and glanced. The moment the gene was entered, the mental strength could be displayed together.

A brand new gene, proving that it has never been recorded before.

"Well, classmate Qin, although you don't have mental strength requirements for admission, you can't even get E, only 10, and you can only study F class of the Individual Combat Department at present." The man said embarrassingly.

Once upon a time, there was a catastrophe on the mother planet. At that time, various countries jointly built spaceships, took a group of elites to leave before the mother planet was destroyed, and then landed on the current capital planet. Things with spiritual power, various weapons, mechas, and medical facilities can exert different powers in the hands of different spiritual powers.

Generally, the stronger, the more powerful.

Mental power is currently divided into SSS, SS, S, A, B, C, D, E, and below E, it is a number, and ordinary people will be numbers.

The higher the level of mental power, the rarer it is. At present, the only one who has detected 3S is Qin Jian, who has already sacrificed.

"It's okay, we understand." The second sister-in-law said, anyway, he didn't really come to study, and the individual combat department is much gentler than the gang of mechs who are always demolishing houses.

If it weren't for the fact that both the medical department and the manufacturing department have mental strength requirements, she would actually prefer to put this in those two departments. The students in those two departments are 100% gentle.

Therefore, Qin Jian followed the teacher all the way to Class F, Class F of the Individual Combat Department, also known as the "back door class". Those who were sent here with a quota, or just stayed here temporarily, and when the annual assessment came, they were promoted and left immediately.

When Qin Jian was Qin Jian before, she was in this class, and Qin Jian helplessly pulled her hair. The old acquaintances had to pretend not to know each other, so they couldn't be recognized.

Kind of hard.

inside

"Qin Jian is dead?"

"That's right, I heard that during their exercise, the safety zone was suddenly breached, and Qin Jian didn't have time to retreat."

"However, by the way, why did the security zone suddenly break through?"

"I heard it was the reactionaries who did it."

"Just a group of mobs, can they still control the zombies of a planet?"

"I heard that the zombies over there are already wise. They may have been deliberately weak at the beginning, and they didn't really initiate until most of the troops had withdrawn."

"Makes sense."

"I'm sorry for Qin Jian."

"Oh, that's right, it's rare that our single-soldier class F has a strong performance."

"Excellent? There are 20 students in total, 2 of them died, and he accounted for half of the quota. If you want me to say, those with 0 mental power should be honestly plated with gold. Wouldn't it be good to be a clerk in the future?"

"If Cheng Yiming hears your words, be careful that he will beat you up."

That man shut up, he didn't know which eye of Cheng Yiming was blind, he wanted an adopted one instead of Qin Zhou, the young master of the Qin family.

"Quiet! There are transfer students!"

Class F raised their heads, and were about to lower their heads to continue the discussion. Suddenly, they all raised their heads, looking in horror at the person who died on a strange planet and should have turned into a zombie.

"My name is Qin Dan." The boy's voice was loud and his eyebrows and eyes were flying with confidence.

Downstairs, it was as quiet as if entering a haunted house.