I Really Didn’t Want to Be the Savior

It is struggling frantically, trying to break out of its cocoon.

Zheng Feng's brain is buzzing, let alone concentrated one's mind thinking about problems, even organizing the language to speak takes all his energy.

It is impossible to ask him to make suggestions.

Mata Nicklaus was unwilling to say: "Captain, stop joking, we are playing now!"

Zheng Feng has sat down cross-legged, without saying a word. It looked like I had decided.

Mata, Li Qingqing, Edgar, Punkert, Morrison and the others looked at each other.

It's over.

Captain is real.

It’s no wonder that yesterday he suddenly had a thought to engage in "on-hook" training. It turned out that he had planned it a long time ago.

"Well, it looks like we really have to be self-reliant." Edgar shrugged.

Morrison: "I believe Edgar, you can lead us to victory!"

Jane Roland glared at him, "talk nonsense, Mata is Vice Captain, We should obey Mata's command."

Morrison: "But Edgar's comprehensive strength is second only to Captain in our team! Edgar should have the final say!"

Jane: "A good commander doesn’t rely on his fists! Many good generals don’t know how to drive armor! What's the point of having well-developed limbs and a simple mind?"

Already...began to noisy On it.

Seeing this, the teachers inside the Academy were also confused by Monk Zhang Er.

Relevant personnel of the Xianzhe Project and bystanders such as Zhou Donglai were also confused.

At this time, Lev, who had always been taciturn in the team, approached Zheng Feng. In a low, muffled voice, he said: "Captain, I accept your arrangement, but I think you should give us a better There is a persuasive reason."

Zheng Feng barely opened his eyes, took a look at Lev, then looked over there and finally stopped arguing, watching his players.

He felt it too.

If the situation is left unchecked, I am afraid that the elimination of the Flying Tigers is a no-brainer.

Zheng Feng thought, I am afraid he must say something.

At this time, almost all of his mind was in chaos, only a little light was left.

Relying on this light, he was blessed to his soul, opened the mouth and said: "My goal is not a trial within a trifling Academy, let alone a trial for planet 7 of a trifling. I want to take you Rush out of the tenth War Zone and stand on the highest stage of the empire, where you will become famous. So we have to continue to win. To achieve this goal, the level you have shown before is far from enough."

"I’mpossible always rely on me to drag you forward. I want you to rush out of the Academy without my help. If you fail, it proves that I’m at first and I’m talking about dreams. Reluctantly take you Rushing into the trials in the Genting War Zone, it’s meaningless, it will only make it even more embarrassing to lose. Do you understand what I mean?"

After saying that, Zheng Feng closed his eyes again.

This time he was completely secluded cultivation.

Lev looked back at the crowd, but didn't say anything. He walked out of the crowd with his head sullen, and opened the task manual in front of him.

Edgar glanced at Mata with a slight twist, and then slapped Morrison's head back in the next moment, "You talk a lot! Mata Captain, leave it to you. "

Mata nodded, "Okay."

They suddenly realized that they understood Zheng Feng's "real" intentions.

It deserves to be Captain, really deep plans and distant thoughts.

The shock of thought at this moment made them complete their transformation.

Five minutes later, Mata completed the preparation of the action plan and clicked the start button.

The silhouettes of the 29 Flying Tigers disappeared from the preparation site and entered the first tough task.

A few days ago, when Zheng Feng began to take the Flying Tigers for special training, the average strength of the little fellows had increased significantly, catching up with the Academy's normal combat class.

It's been nearly a week now. In the first round of the game the day before yesterday, the players have gone through a bad start, exerted strength in the mid-term, and crushed in the later period, and once again improved a lot.

In terms of ability, the day before yesterday’s game gave the Flying Tigers a certain improvement, but the real change was their mentality.

These former eliminations have regained their confidence.

They have realized that, in fact, "I can".

Now, they put aside their grievances and selfishness, and are determined to prove themselves in front of Zheng Feng, and at the same time they look forward to and covet the highest stage.

Since Captain said so, let's try it.

Like Captain, we will be bearish on life and death, bearish on outcome, and do our best without regrets.

With such a state of mind, the small bodies of these three-year-old children whose mental age and IQ are inconsistent burst out with amazing energy.

Thirty-three hours later, the Flying Tigers passed the line with a ranking of 19 out of 80 teams.

When the results of the selection were obtained, the extremely exhausted little fellows were all incredulous, as if they were dreaming.

There are more than 800 classes of the same grade, and the 19th place among more than 200 battle sequence classes means that without Zheng Feng, they have changed from being eliminated to the Academy. The elite of the elite.

Moreover, the other teams have a full team of 30 people, and they are always 29 people in the fight!

It's not just the little fellows who are surprised and inexplicably surprised.

Ding Hu and other teachers are also lost in thought.

Everyone recalled the simulated ranking given to the Flying Tigers by the main brain before the game, which was 19th.

At the time, some people thought it was overestimated, but Ding Hu thought it was underestimated.

Now Ding Hu understands it.

There is such a meaning in the 19th place prediction?

Does the mastermind at first know that Zheng Summit is lying flat in the final stage of the trials?

Everyone in the Flying Tigers walked out of the simulation cockpit, Ding Hu and the head teacher of the other nineteen line teams quickly stepped forward.

At this time, many members of the Flying Tigers stood in front of Zheng Feng.

Although the little fellows are exhausted physically and mentally, they are in an orderly line, with their heads high and proud.

After all, it is a young temperament.

"Captain, are we okay?"

Edgar Julian wiped the sweat off his forehead and said happily.

Mata also looked at Zheng Feng with worshipful eyes.

As today’s acting commander, Matta Nicklaus fulfilled his accusations well.

The strange thing is that even though Zheng Feng stayed at the starting point the whole time, the old monk entered concentration, did not say a word, did not do anything, but Mata had the illusion that he was present all the time.

Whenever she needs to make a decision, she will first ask herself, "If it were Captain, what would he do?"

After asking the question, her mind will Recall at a very fast speed the bit by bit since Zheng Feng began to take up the role of Captain, led the Flying Tigers training camp and then participated in the competition.

Subsequently, Mata was able to find a reference for each step decision made by Zheng Feng, as well as his inner heart movements in everything he completed under his orders.

This is not a complicated logical reasoning, and the speed of thinking is also very fast, but it runs through the entire game today.

Mata knows that everyone else is the same.

Even the most dishonest Edgar Julian, when faced with the important decisions of each step, he can’t help but recall how he did it under Zheng Feng’s order before. Follow the previous style of action to execute, and to prove that you can do it better instead.

No one can deny an objective fact.

That is Zheng Feng, who is obviously lying flat today, but his presence is still strong, even stronger than the day before yesterday.

Zheng Feng looked at the little squad members who looked up at him, and wondered if he should say something.

Since leaving the virtual space, he feels a little better, the noise in his head is not so loud, and the frequency of Morrowind 2 appears a bit lower, which can be regarded as a little better for organizing language.

"It's really good." Zheng Feng smiled nodded, "It was beyond my expectation."

But he immediately changed the conversation, "But it is reasonable, so don’t Count on me how to praise you."

"Uh..."

Zheng Feng's expression gradually became serious, "I hope you understand a truth. You are still young, and your life will survive. It’s very long. Now you have just completed some insignificant basic tasks. The struggle you will experience is continuous, long-term, and maybe even eternal."

"When I am here, I can do You point out the direction and attack the city. I can deal with the strongest enemy and solve the problems that you can’t solve. But life cannot be eternal, and accidents will always exist. One day, either you will enter the battlefield and join others. In the team, maybe you yourself have grown to be a commander. In short, I am no longer by your side. Or, we have encountered a situation where I can’t do anything."

"When I can no longer When you rely on you, what should you do? Just stay weak, or give up struggling? Enemies or opponents will not show mercy to you just because you show weakness. The society will not wait for you, and the competitors in the competition will not wait. You, the enemy will not wait for you."

"You have only one choice. Remember what I taught you, how I did it, and then get everything you should do to complete me Unfinished business. As long as humanity exists for one day, then our story will not end."

The others in the Flying Tigers were stunned.

What the hell is this!

Captain at first said something similar, making them feel the same, but how come the more you get to the back, the more wrong the words are?

Especially the last sentence is the most exaggerated. We are just a group of small children, we have not graduated yet, and we only won an intramural trial. How can it be related to the destiny of mankind?

Zheng Feng himself reacted abruptly, "en? Uh..."

What am I talking about?

Am I only eleven years old?

What happened to me?

Looking at Ding Hu and the other instructors, who were so shocked by him close at hand, Zheng Feng scratched his head in embarrassment when he realized that something was wrong.

He was puzzled.

These words really come from my own mouth.

He is also very aware of the thinking process in his mind when he organizes the language.

At that time, he really didn't think there was any problem with this. The whole process of where water flows, a canal is formed, is natural.

After he finished speaking and calmed down quickly, he felt that something was not right.

"Brother Hu, there are other competitions the day after tomorrow, don't you need to have celebration parties? We are very tired, so we will go back to rest. Goodbye!"

The situation is too much. Embarrassed, Zheng Feng decided to escape, and ran after he really said it, leaving only Ding Hu and other instructors and other children who participated in the competition, big eyes staring at small eyes, and he didn’t know if he should give him a “hot blood” declaration. or for He laughed at the "boasted shamelessly" of Doudingwa.

Back home, Zheng Feng hurriedly read a lot of psychology books.

He is worried about whether something is wrong with his brain.

Naturally, nothing was gained.

At this time, Zheng Feng didn't know that a large group of people were listening to his "brilliant rhetoric" over and over again, conducting various in-depth analysis.

Imanuel Batu, who has profound knowledge in history, literature, and psychology, first set the tone for the discussion.

"In terms of Zheng Feng's current age and the level of information he can access, the appearance of this remark is obviously unreasonable. Now we have determined that the philosopher has been entrusted to Zheng Feng, but we are not sure Will Zheng Feng continue to grow and awaken his memory to become a sage, or will the sage Chen Feng in his body suddenly wake up and replace the personality that originally belonged to Zheng Feng."

"Based on the above reasons, I think, The speaker is Zheng Feng, but it can also be said that he is not Zheng Feng. The content of this remark is too big, and the object of reference is obviously not just the Flying Tigers. His real audience is all mankind, it is us, and the current empire is in power. People class."

On the basis of the above remarks, the core members of the Xianzhe Project had a broad and in-depth discussion with the imperial leadership including Zhou Donglai and Andre, and discussed Zheng Feng’s words in various ways. Interpretation from this perspective.

It ranges from Zheng Feng’s motivation to speak, the mechanism of the brain's thinking movement when speaking, to what intention he expressed, and so on.

If you want to use text papers as a carrier to describe, it is Zheng Feng's words that produced the highest level academic treatises of the empire with a total of hundreds of millions of words.

Just as the rigorous academic discussion outside was in full swing, the initiator Zheng Feng himself fell into a state of exhaustion because of the intense use of his brain over the past few days.

Buzzzz~ in my head, I don't know who is talking, and I don't know what it is, it's like pure tinnitus.

The frequency of appearance of the Morrowind 2 screen has also been further increased, from once every few minutes to once every tens of seconds.

Zheng Feng didn't understand what this meant.

In this case, he accepted the suggestion of Little Wei teacher in the Divine Item, try to empty his brain, don’t think about any problems, and no longer read books, only use the Divine Item to improve sleep efficiency The power of the sleep quality enhancer was turned on to the maximum, trying to have a deep sleep in the dark.

But he failed, falling into the insomnia pain that he should not enter from every angle of his age, genetic arousal, and physical fitness.

He tossed and turned on the bed, turning his eyes back and forth, closing and opening, opening and closing, and sometimes stretched his brows, but he always wrinkled again unconsciously, and could not sleep for a long time.

The stars spying secretly were shocked.

At this moment, Fanxing received a small request from Zheng Feng himself.

He ordered a song, one of the masterpieces of the music Master Zhong Lei a thousand years ago-"Sleepwalking Virgo".

A miracle happened.

Along with the melodious music and Zhong Lei's perfect voice chanting, Zheng Feng's originally disordered breathing quickly became rhythmic, and the tight skin on his face slowly loosened.

After a long time, only the sound of smooth breathing remained in the room, and the single loop of "Sleepwalking Virgo" that reverberated gently.

Since his birth, Zheng Feng has rarely dreamed.

But this time, he had a very beautiful, big dream.

He dreamed that he had become a free soul that could cross Time and Space, waved goodbye to the galaxy, and then stepped on the bridge built by music, wandering in the vast and magnificent Virgo super galaxy cluster. A corner.

He sometimes fell on the surface of the red planet, looking up at the deep blue scorching sun; sometimes standing next to the colorful nebula belt, extending the hand pointing to the rainbow-like radiation cloud; sometimes standing Above the giant beast of the huge starry sky, running for hundreds of millions of miles, a stream of light was left along the way...

In this dream, he got the greatest freedom.