Rebirth of the first interstellar empress

Chapter 290 Field Survival Practice Application

There is another use for the field survival practice class for mecha builders, which is to pick up raw materials.

On some uninhabited planets with a low development rate, if you are lucky, you will encounter a lot of unmined ores and metals, some of which are not low in grade, which can be exchanged or kept for use, even if sold, it is a fortune.

According to the property rights law of the Galactic Empire, unowned property belongs to the person who picked it up, so every year, people make a lot of money because of it.

Talking dry, Oro picked up the water glass and gurgled and filled a glass of water, winked and said obscenely: "This is a good time to cultivate adultery, one fifth of the couples in our school are living in the wild The one who hooked up in practice, that lonely man and widow, hey—"

Nan Jing pushed Oro, and said speechlessly: "Does your brother know that you are so wretched?"

"Cut, don't be fooled by Fusa's innocent appearance like those nympho boys, his heart is full of excitement, hey, let me tell you that Fusa was balalabala when he was a child..."

With a younger brother who is as polite and restrained as Fusa, how can there be such a brother who is not upright all day long and his mind is full of muddleheadedness?

Forget it, let's listen to the class well.

In class, the teacher praised Nan Jing by name and laughed from ear to ear all morning, which made the students in Class [-] think that the teacher got a raise. Of course, it is possible to finally proudly stand in front of Class [-] and finally turn over to be the master up.

After class, the teacher told Nan Jing to stay, and passed him a spreadsheet with the words "Application Form for Field Survival Practice" written on it.

Well, this off-the-shelf one, just talked about it with Oro, and it came right away.

"According to the school's regulations, first-year freshmen are allowed to apply, but there are only three places. I think you should be willing to go."

The smile on the teacher's face was as warm as a spring breeze. For this student who finally made him elated countless times, he naturally couldn't like it, and the more he looked at it, the more pleasing he was.

Nan Jing looked at the application form and asked, "Is this for me to fill out?"

The teacher said: "Every year, there will be three places for freshmen in the Mecha Manufacturing Department to do tasks with the team. The school will evaluate the applicants based on their overall quality and select the three students who best meet the requirements. Generally, the applicants will be in the age group. selected from the top ten."

Nan Jing's grades are definitely not bad, but they can't be called good either. After all, compared to his hands-on ability, those courses such as "History of Mecha Manufacturing" and "History of Mecha Manufacturing Masters" are more cheating, and they are completely hindering.

"Well, the top ten, I don't seem to have enough."

The teacher said very meaningfully: "You must learn to use your own advantages."

own advantages?

Could it be——

"New mVp?" Nan Jing tilted his head, thinking of this in a flash.

"smart kid."

The teacher was very relieved, and even winked his eyes at Nan Jing, making Nan Jing feel chills—is it really good for you, a fat man, to have such a girlish expression?

However, out of respect for the teacher, Nan Jing said calmly: "Well, thank you teacher, I will fill it out and hand it in as soon as possible."

The teacher patted Nan Jing heavily on the shoulder, trying to convey his recognition and encouragement to Nan Jing with strength. After saying a few words of support, he walked away cheerfully with his hands behind his back.

Nan Jing rubbed his shoulders bitterly from behind, not knowing whether to laugh or cry, and had nothing to say about this method of showing love.

The content of the form is very simple. In addition to the regular questions of name, student number, grade and class, there is also a column for filling in the grades obtained.

Nan Jing thought for a while, and only wrote two lines.

The first one is to break the record of the No. [-] part of the first-class Samsung in the Sifal Military Academy.

The next day is, he is a freshman mVp.

This is the news that Nanjing got from the boss. Although it seems that every freshman mVp just has a good reputation and gives a speech on behalf of his age, but in fact, these are just the simplest things brought about by honorary titles. the benefits of.

For example, big companies and big families will not hesitate to hand out an olive branch to the most potential freshman every year. As long as the student is not too bad, basically he will not have to worry about work and expenses.

For another example, in the various activities of the school, even if it is not specified, as soon as the name of the new mvp is announced, many teachers and members of the student union will give the green light, and the work efficiency is extremely high.

After finishing writing, Nan Jing handed it in. After returning to the dormitory at noon, he saw that Chu Letong was also filling out the application form, and when he went over to see it, he burst into tears.

"...At the age of 14, he developed a new type of first-class parts, and has applied for a patent; at the age of 15, he participated in the Youth Cup Mecha Manufacturing Competition, No.1; overall ranking, second in age..."

He wrote a whole page full of eloquence, all of which were his honors. At a glance, there are at least ten or twenty items, and any one of them can be taken out to be superior to other students.

After Chu Letong finished writing, he felt that there was a wave of resentment behind him that pierced his back. He shivered and turned to see Nan Jing looking at him sadly, his eyes were almost boiling.

"That's why we are the most brilliant academics. They always use their grades to despise us and let us know that we can never be happy friends."

Chu Letong rolled his eyes, he is nothing good at all?

The Mifra application form was handed in in the morning, and the grades before going to college alone filled the form.

"Basically all the students in our class filled it out, and what I wrote was the abbreviated version after deleting many grades."

Nan Jing refuses to talk to this kind of person!

"Hey, why are you the second oldest? Who is the first?"

In Nanjing's impression, Chu Letong's grades are definitely the first in ten thousand years. To say that he is second is to be resigned.

Chu Letong sent out the form indifferently, and said, "The first is Mifela. Since he lost the bet with you, he has devoted himself to studying all day long. His energy is so impressive that even I am impressed."

When it comes to Mifela, Nan Jing doesn't like him very much, but after he tried his best to stop Yi Ni from killing someone with a gun, Nan Jing's impression of him has changed a lot.

At least it shows that Mephila still has a moral bottom line in her heart, which is much stronger than Sidia.

After the accident, Nan Jing nodded thoughtfully and said: "I forgot, but his genetic level is still S level. I think the Faranda family will not be indifferent to his training. It is very good to say that he is number one." .”

Chu Letong blinked and said, "Miffela was called away during class this morning. I knew she didn't come back after school. I heard rumors that it was because of the shooting a few days ago."

Since the news has been tampered with a lot, Chu Letong doesn't know whether Nan Jing is the protagonist or the one who almost made a tragedy.

Nan Jing lowered his head and didn't know what he was thinking. Although Wenman said before that this matter should be handed over to them first, and he will be notified as soon as there is a result, but Nan Jing still feels that some people have some things that need to be resolved by themselves. Get in touch for yourself.

His intuition told him that maybe Mephila knew something extraordinary, and it would definitely not be so easy to pry her mouth open.

He even has an extraordinary sixth sense, and he intuitively believes that no one can deduce useful information from him during this routine questioning of Mephila—except himself.

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Every planet with a government inevitably has a security agency that maintains order. The police station on Planet Solo is located in the quiet South City, where the various departments are not too far apart. You can drive by car with just a cup of tea. Went to another department.

The layout of the police station is the strictest. From one kilometer away from the office building, there are patrolling policemen armed with guns, and there are many defensive robots patrolling non-stop. It can be said that not even a fly can fly in.

The towering and square building is dark gray and oppressive. The steel and iron building materials and the no-frills four-sided design make the whole police station building look austere, cold and impersonal.

In the center of the building hangs the totem symbol representing the empire, and the silver prototype badge glistens in the sun.

Even the staff inside the police station may not all know that apart from the interrogation room on the 21st floor, there is also a special interrogation room on the third basement floor.

Only personnel from special departments with special authority can enter there, and all suspects or witnesses in unconventional cases are questioned.

If there is any obvious difference between upstairs and downstairs, it is that the interrogation upstairs is under full surveillance. Due to the protection of human rights in the imperial law, police officers are not allowed to threaten prisoners during the interrogation process. Otherwise, once it is verified, not only will all the evidence obtained will be turned into perjury, even the investigators will be dismissed for investigation.

But the third basement is different.

Here, there is no imperial law, no monitoring equipment, no morality, no justice, no fairness, and no secular bottom line exists.

If these few privileged people want to convict someone, they only need to have a "suspicious" attitude towards his behavior. They don't need criminal evidence at all, and they use the method of conviction of free testimony.

The interrogator is God, they have all the power in their hands, and they can use any means prohibited by the law to torture the prisoners inhumanely, so as to get the answers they want.

And such behavior will not be subject to any accountability.

But at the same time, the executors will not easily use this authority for non-violent people, because around them, there are supervisors who are specially monitored by lurkers.