Rebirth of the first interstellar empress

Chapter 208 What is the relationship between Fusa and you



Chapter 208 What is the relationship between Fusa and you

"To be honest, I am very grateful to everyone for helping me during those days. Although everyone did not deliberately comfort me, I know that you are all helping me in whatever way you can-for example, Oro, I heard that you beat me Two third-year seniors in the mecha department? Although my own strength is very low and bad, Auror made up for this shortcoming for me very well."

After making a joke, he paused, and Nan Jing did not say more after he had conveyed his meaning.

In fact, he is more used to silently making parts and falling in love with Landis, rather than being paid too much attention.

"...In short, thank you everyone, I am very happy. Well, there is no more, I hope I can continue to work hard, everyone work hard!"

Nan Jing did not forget to give encouragement at the end.

Everyone clapped and laughed.

Suddenly someone felt that they heard something strange, and called out, "O Luo, are you really going to beat someone up?"

They usually scold those who hate Nanjing on the Internet, or disperse the guys around the door of the class, but they don't even fight with people, after all, the combat effectiveness of the mech manufacturing department is too weak.

Aurora, who was named, touched his nose, raised his head and said arrogantly: "That must be done, they deserve a beating, anyway, the school stipulates that the mecha department cannot use mechas at will..."

Everyone looked at Oro with suspicious expressions of "Fuck, it's true or not, this is unscientific". It's not an embarrassment to the seventh class, but an embarrassment to the entire Mecha Department and even the entire Sifal Military Academy. The guy from the mecha department actually beat up someone from the mecha department?Or senior?

For a while, the whole class thought that this guy was an undercover agent sent by Beiling, with the purpose of using himself as an example to destroy the good image of the Sifal Military Academy.

All of a sudden, the pot exploded, and they all started talking in a hurry.

"Hey, I can't tell."

"Oro, you are not bad, come and tell my brother how to beat him?"

Oro smiled smugly.

"Hey, when I was in high school, I was a special student in the ancient martial arts class of the high school affiliated to the Beiling Military Academy. Scared to run away..."

Ancient martial arts?

A group of people were stunned.

"Fuck, is it true or not? You are the god of the ancient warriors of the Beiling High School? Damn, don't you have to be in that class from the ancient warrior family?"

A student also came from the Pluto North Galaxy, who naturally knew more about Beiling than students from other galaxies, so he immediately called out in surprise.

Oro coughed and coughed twice and kept talking in a low-key and low-key manner. When he looked up, even Teacher Gu looked at him with strange eyes, his legs trembled suddenly, but he asked in confusion: "Don't you know what my last name is? ?”

"what?"

Speaking of which, none of the classmates knew what his last name was, and Nan Jing was also drunk.

But although he knew it, he didn't know anything about the surnames of special families, oh, of course, except for the national surname and the three great families of Planet Solo.

Oro was angry, and while feeling angry because they didn't care about him so much, he gave Nan Jing a look of "you do it for me".

Nan Jing smiled helplessly, cleared his throat under the attention of everyone and said——

"Well, Oro Yalta."

"Yalta?"

"what!"

"Fuck!"

"No, no, maybe it's a double surname."

It's really hard to accept that the legendary Yalta family member is actually such a loose guy with no fighting spirit.

Nan Jing was really frightened. Is the surname Yalta very special?

Auror never told himself that he is also the heir of a wealthy family and aristocratic young son or something. What does it mean to look like a poor family like himself?

Just when everyone was speculating whether Oro's surname was related to the Yalta family, someone suddenly asked, "Vosa? What is the relationship between Yalta and you?"

The South Mirror was startled. Could it be that the surname of Fusa, the genius of the third department of the Beiling Military Academy, was Yalta?

Forgive him, he always thought that Fusa's surname was Fulai.

When Oro heard Fusa's name, he suddenly coughed violently as if he was choked, beat his chest, stamped his feet, and said sadly in a very sad tone: "That bastard, that bastard is my brother."

What the hell!

Brother... brother?

That bastard, that bastard, that... bastard?

asshole? !

If Auror dared to shout such a sentence on the campus of Beiling Military Academy, he would be forced to lie down and leave the school. Even now, some people in the class could not stop itching their hands.

Fusa, genetic grade SSS, a top student in Class [-], Grade [-], Beiling Military Academy, chairman of the student union, honorary member of the Mecha Association, and honorary member of the Ancient Martial Arts Association.

He had already been awarded the rank of major in the Central Military Headquarters at a young age. He was extremely talented in mechas, ancient weapons, and commanding. He even possessed amazing accomplishments in mecha manufacturing.

It can be said that the creators and holders of all the records of the Beiling Military Academy, where Fusa is located, and the four major departments including the mech manufacturing department are not second-guessed.

"One hundred years in Beiling, one Fusa" - this sentence can fully explain the importance of Fusa to the Beiling Military Academy.

But what Fusa most envied and admired was not his military rank, nor his all-round talent in the four departments, but another identity that had been announced a few years ago-a knight.

Everyone in the empire knows that Fusa is the knight of light of the prince of the empire, which means that in the future, he will stand beside the emperor and control all the royal guards for him, and hold a sharp sword in his hand to supervise the dignitaries for the emperor. .1.

He is also the most trusted person of the crown prince.

There is no need to explain whether it is that Yalta or not. Everyone, including Nan Jing, is completely messed up. Teacher Gu also adjusted his glasses, staring carefully at this man who is always in a state of scurrying and restlessness in his class. Disturbed students with problems like ADHD.

Although it is still unclear what the Yalta family represents, Nan Jing couldn't help but look at Oro because of Fusa—well, for Fusa's sake, this guy barely passed the qualification.

So in the remaining half of the class, the topic went all the way from Nan Jing to Ao Luo.

Oh, of course, it must be Fusa that everyone pays more attention to. For example, someone wants Fusa's autographed photo or something.

There are also people who are fanatical fans of Fusa, and they look at Oro in a different way, euphemistically expressing that they can organize a group to play and travel on the planet Beiming during the holidays, and visit the mansion of the Yalta family by the way.

Oro wailed endlessly, and completely collapsed beside Nan Jing, with a depressed expression on his face.

"Damn it, I know that my brilliance will always be ignored when there is that bastard."

As a good friend, Nan Jing really wanted to comfort him with words, but there was no way, even if he really said words of comfort, it would make people feel hypocritical.

After all, Fusa is so good that even a closed boy like Nan Jing who has no information knows about Fusa before he knows the surname Yalta.

After this class, because of Oro's fierce revelations, there was an uproar in the whole school like a madman, and the news of Nanjing's victory was talked about for a long time.

Regardless of Oro's own strength, he has a bullish surname and a younger brother of "a century-old Fusa". Since then, Oro's wish for someone to strike up a conversation has finally come true.

And the school also has this kind of saying--except for the talented third-year Tianjiao generation of Sifal Military Academy, the newly promoted Class [-] of the first-year mecha manufacturing department is also full of capable people.

Do not believe?

Go ask anyone in school who doesn't know Nan Jing, and who doesn't know Fu Sa's brother—oh, wait, what's Fu Sa's brother's name?

Oro cried, he hugged Nam Kyung's arm and cried loudly, he shouldn't have let everyone know the existence of the bastard Fusa.

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Since Landis guided the students in the same class yesterday, everyone found that they have made considerable progress in terms of speed and various values. They all hope that Landis can continue to give them guidance.

Landis let them down.

It was the first time to personally teach the students in the class. On the one hand, it was because the atmosphere at that time was too suitable. On the other hand, it was also the most important thing. Landis wanted to let them experience the improvement that standard movements and attention points can bring.

His time is very precious. Even though Wenman has suspended all his training and tasks, Landis still has very important things to do once he has a lot of time.

Of course, this incident is obviously with Nam Kyung.

Just as Landis was about to leave after class, he was asked to stay by his classmates.

Looking at the little faces full of expectations, Landis regained his indifference and alienation from above, and said softly: "Your own understanding is also very important, you can try it yourself."

Since the aura is fully open, no one is foolishly willing to be the first person to eat crabs. Although disappointed, he also knows that Landis has no obligation to stay and guide them personally.

One person had other thoughts.

When Landis came to the corridor outside the venue, he was stopped by someone from behind.

He recognized the man's voice, stopped, and looked sideways at him.

The person who followed was An Lan.


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