Chapter 58

Chapter 58

The teacher at the Military Academy did not keep Yu Tang waiting for long.

The students have all gone through high-intensity combat training, and this is when their hands are not accurate. Once a conflict occurs without supervision, there is no guarantee that it will cause some irreparable accident.

In this kind of place, private fights between multiple people are always more serious than in ordinary colleges.

The nearby instructor heard the siren and rushed over. His tone was particularly cold and stern: "Stop everyone! Stand up, no one is allowed to move again!"

Yu Tang let go of Gan Lifei, picked up his cane, and stood up with support.

The instructor came over quickly and saw the specific situation clearly. The scolding he was about to blurt out got stuck in the middle of the road, and he couldn't help but frown.

It was obvious that not all of the students involved in the fight could still stand up.

Gan Lifei was so frightened that his legs became weak, but he could barely stand leaning on the dining table, which was pretty good.

Of the remaining people, one was half-conscious, one was holding his throat and struggling to breathe, and the other was frozen in pain and frightened with his mouth open, and he was completely paralyzed on the ground.

The most conspicuous one was sleeping soundly and crookedly, with an injection that was already a quarter full on his body.

There is a mark on the injection. It is a new type of neurological anesthetic that takes immediate effect. It is a controlled drug. Only the medical room can strictly register and take it in accordance with regulations.

The instructor took off the syringe and weighed it in his hand, his expression completely cold.

…I originally thought it was just an ordinary crowd fight, but I didn’t expect that these gangsters were so lawless that they could do anything.

This neurological anesthetic is the result of research by the Ministry of Science in the past few years and is usually used on the battlefield.

Injecting a quarter of the dose can make people lose consciousness in a short time, making it easier for medical staff to provide timely treatment.

If all are empty, it may cause irreversible damage to the nervous system, causing people to fall into a permanent sleep state with no possibility of waking up again.

In the medical room, such injections are strictly kept in lockboxes.

The instructor stretched out his hand to reposition the man whose jaw joint had been removed, and asked in a cold voice: "Who used this thing?"

The man's face was pale and trembling in pain, and his eyes drifted to Gan Lifei.

Gan Lifei was trying his best to wink at Shi Ji.

The man's chin had just been pressed, and his speech was extremely slurred. He plucked up the courage to say: "Yes, when, when -"

"What are you hesitating for? Are you feeling guilty?!" the instructor scolded sternly, "Speak louder! Who is -"

Shi Ji said warmly, "It's me."

The instructor was a little surprised and turned to look at Shi Ji standing aside.

Of course he didn't notice Shi Ji until now.

The first observer of the college is the top student who is both proud and troubled by teachers and instructors.This afternoon, the dean of the wingman major was furious because of Shi Ji's physical examination results and slapped the principal's desk.

...In fact, Shi Ji was standing on the side. No matter how he looked at it, he looked like an innocent classmate who was involved in a dispute while eating in the cafeteria.

There was no visible injury on his body, his face was not red, he was not out of breath, and even his clothes were not in a mess.

The instructor originally thought it was a fight among these people, but now looking at the erratic expressions of several people and looking at where their eyes were, it seemed like Shi Ji had beaten these five people on the ground alone.

…

He even used a cane.

The instructor's gaze glanced at the crutch in Shi Ji's hand, and his eyes darkened without trace.

The results of the re-examination revealed that Shi Ji's cruciate ligament in his left leg was severely torn. In terms of cooperation with his wingman, he could no longer completely return to his original peak condition.

"I was eating in the cafeteria and had a conflict with these classmates."

Shi Ji said: "The situation was urgent and I used some special means...I am willing to accept the investigation."

The instructors' methods of dealing with such fights were mostly simple and crude. If any injuries occurred, they would be punished. If no injuries occurred, everyone would run fifty laps. At first glance, Shi Ji's formal statement made him unable to react:"What investigation?"

"Review the monitoring." Shi Ji said.

Gan Lifei shuddered hard.

"I apply for review of the relevant A-level surveillance archives."

Shi Ji didn't look at him and continued: "During this period, the canteen was monitored in this area. Tonight and last night, the medical room was monitored. Half a year ago -"

Gan Lifei suddenly shouted out: "We got the medicine!"

Shi Ji stopped talking.

Gan Lifei's chest rose and fell rapidly. He stood under the stunned gazes of his men, his face was hot with shame, but his back was cold with fear.

This time they had a better memory and had actually made enough careful preparations in advance.

The anesthetic was not stolen from the medical room, but bought at a high price from the black market. All the evidence was destroyed in advance, leaving no evidence at all.

They had carefully hidden the anesthetic all the way here. Only when they were about to take action did they reveal the tip of the needle, so it was impossible for surveillance to capture it.

The anesthetic was used by Shi Ji. Gan Lifei specially wore film gloves with only Shi Ji's fingerprints on them.

Even if you really chase them, you won't be able to find them.

...But how dare he let Shi Ji chase after him?

Buying banned drugs from the black market will only result in a serious warning at best. If Shi Ji is allowed to review the surveillance half a year ago, everything will really be over.

Gan Lifei didn't dare to think about it anymore. His voice was hoarse and he was trembling involuntarily: "It's us. We lost to Shi Ji in the final exam and we're not convinced..."

Their original plan was to stop Shi Ji in the cafeteria, attack him first, and find an opportunity to give Shi Ji a shot without leaving any trace.

The needle is not big and can block the camera no matter what. Shi Jigang was injured all over during the battle. It is not surprising that he fainted when he got excited.

They could use this excuse to send Shi Ji to the infirmary and try to get him away.

The instructor's heart was chilled when he heard this, but his face remained calm: "You want to get him away, and then what will you do?"

Gan Lifei was speechless.

Shi Ji's sudden counterattack completely disrupted his position. He was eager to repair the holes in the past, but new ones were revealed.

Until now, Gan Lifei finally realized belatedly that no matter how he tried to make amends, everything he said had become complete self-incrimination.

They want to get Shi Ji dizzy away, and then what will they do?

After spending so much effort, could it be that he just knocked Shi Ji out and beat him up to embarrass him?Then why not just put a sack on it?

Even the instructors wouldn't believe this kind of ridiculous excuse.

If the explanation is not clear, we have to investigate.

Once traced, they will have to find out what kind of A-level surveillance Shi Ji mentioned.

…

Gan Lifei was so frightened that he could not speak.

He seems to have been completely locked up in a dead end. No matter how hard he struggles or tries to make amends, he will eventually come back to the inevitable ending——

"Instructor." Shi Ji suddenly said, "Can I apply for paper and pen?"

The instructor was a little confused: "Why do you need paper and pen?"

Shi Ji said: "According to military regulations, those who proactively state their faults, confess other people involved and submit evidence before the investigation may be given a lighter punishment as appropriate."

Shi Ji: "I will report all the actions I have taken to my superiors in writing."

"There are rules for this...but what do you have to report?"

The instructor was not responsible for the wingman profession. He looked at this top student who followed all the rules and had a headache: "You are a victim. It is natural to defend yourself and fight back in self-defense..."

While he was talking to Shi Ji, Gan Lifei beside him suddenly trembled violently and shouted nervously: "I want pen and paper too!"

The instructor no longer had a good impression of these students. He frowned and his face turned cold: "Why are you joining in the fun?"

"You can be given a lighter punishment as appropriate...right?"

Gan Lifei heard these words clearly, and he repeated incoherently: "I have evidence, and I have people involved in the case. Give me paper and pen, I am willing to confess..."

After hearing his words, the remaining people suddenly reacted and scrambled for pens and papers.

…

They didn't have time to fully understand what was going on. They only knew that they were cornered.

In their plan, Shi Ji would not resist. At most, he would just repel them as he did before, without hurting them.

Gan Lifei was standing opposite Shi Ji at that time. He still couldn't figure out why Shi Ji could tell what the thing in his hand was based on the luster of the metal.

But Shi Ji decided it right.

Not only did he make a judgment, Shi Ji also went out of his way and wanted to make the matter bigger, to keep the matter going on, and to adjust the security department's A-level surveillance that could not be deleted.

Gan Lifei did not dare to let Shi Ji check the surveillance system, so he could only admit that he had taken the anesthetic in order to suppress the matter before it escalated.

But he couldn't answer the question "What are you going to do after knocking Shi Ji out?"

This is simply an endless cycle with no solution.

At this time, Shi Ji suddenly mentioned that surrendering could reduce the punishment as appropriate, which naturally became the life-saving straw these people were scrambling for.

…

The instructor stood in the dining area of the cafeteria, looking at the scene in front of him of people writing furiously at a table. He almost thought he had gone to the wrong place and had come to a written examination room for a make-up exam for some major.

The first one to finish writing was Shi Ji. He only wrote a few lines briefly, then put down the pen and handed over the piece of paper.

The instructor was not in the mood to read this for the time being. He took the piece of paper and put it aside, looking at Shi Ji: "How are your legs?"

Shi Ji lowered his head and looked at his left leg: "It doesn't matter, it's not injured."

The instructor looked at him for a long time, said nothing, and sighed quietly.

No one felt sorry for Shi Ji.

Even in the official military service, a torn cruciate ligament to this extent is enough to end a spotter's chance of entering the top ranks.

They were originally going to recommend Shi Ji to the elite special forces team in advance.Just a few days ago, various military academies were suddenly notified of the news that the special operations team had replaced its leader from ten years ago and was preparing to select outstanding fresh forces from across the league.

He was the most outstanding leader in the history of the special operations team. He was also an observer and had countless meritorious service and combat experience.

If Shi Ji can get this opportunity, he will definitely be able to work with the best mecha operators to fully unleash all his potential.

The instructor motioned Shi Ji to sit down and asked casually: "When you fought with them, was it your operator who asked you to fight?"

Shi Ji shook his head.

The instructor was about to speak when he was suddenly startled and raised his head in surprise.

He really cherished his talent, and wanted to be happy for Shi Ji, but felt that this attitude was inappropriate, so he tried his best to suppress it: "You don't obey his orders?"

"I will give priority to protecting him." Shi Ji thought for a while and said realistically, "But I will not obey all his orders."

Shi Ji explained: "In the previous arena match, he took my belongings——"

"It's not important." The instructor waved his hand and looked excited, "I finally figured it out. Do you want to change the operator?"

The instructor looked at him as if he were looking at a piece of jade that had finally been returned, his eyes bright: "We have selected a few with good grades for you. Your current strength is indeed limited, but the observer is not entirely dependent on you."One leg. You can use practice to make up for the incompatibility in coordination. Your on-the-spot response and judgment are still top-notch..."

Shi Ji said nothing, lowered his gaze and smiled.

The instructor came to his senses.

He also realized that this was inappropriate, coughed slightly, and lowered his voice again: "...We just feel it is a pity."

Shi Ji said warmly: "Thank you."

The instructor was in a good mood, waved his hand, and started a message with the dean of the wingman major.

They had been observing Shi Ji secretly.

On the premise of ensuring basic rules and fairness, the Military Academy pursues the law of the jungle, the survival of the fittest, and a high degree of student autonomy. It uses this model to provide the best talents for the military.

If Shi Ji had been obeying Sheng Yi's orders, these teachers and instructors would not have taken the initiative to interfere.

This is Shi Ji's choice.

But now Shi Ji decided to be himself, get rid of the shackles of Sheng Yi, and explore new areas.

Even if Shi Ji has broken a leg now, even if it is impossible for Shi Ji to return to his peak condition, they are still willing to find opportunities as much as possible to give this former number one observer a wider and broader stage.

…

The good mood of the instructor, several other teachers, and deans ended half an hour later.

Others also finished writing confessions to surrender.

"Return to the original academy."

The instructor had seen so many dirty things like this that he could guess what these people were planning without even looking at the transcripts.

Spending so much effort to get this forbidden drug to deal with Shi Ji was just a few possibilities.

Either it will ruin Shi Ji's talent or ruin Shi Ji's future.

Or destroy Shi Ji.

Either way is a bad act worthy of severe punishment.

The instructor had no interest in these people at all. He gathered up the confession book and handed it over: "You are so cruel and ruthless at such a young age, and your tone of voice is crooked..."

When the wingman professional dean heard the news, he hurried over, frowned, and took the letter of repentance.

He only read half a page before he raised his head in surprise, his eyes fixed on these people.

The dean asked: "Who did it?"

"Also, there is Sheng Yi." One of them was scared out of his wits and kept talking, "He was the one who asked us to go. He said we could do whatever we wanted, and he also told us that Shi Ji didn't dare to resist...…”

The dean interrupted him: "I will hold him accountable. I am asking, who of you did this?"

The instructors of the military academy all came from the battlefield, and they carried a murderous aura that was unfailing. The man did not dare to speak anymore and shrank back in horror.

…

The instructor was talking to other teachers when he realized something was wrong and turned back: "What's going on?"

Dean Shi Ji stood in front of those people.

He is over fifty years old, and his hair is gray. The traces left by the battlefield on his body have been mostly covered up by his long career as a teacher.

But now he stood silently, looking like the ill-tempered leader who had brought down the entire insect swarm.

The instructor grabbed the pages, glanced at them quickly, and his eyes widened.

He looked at Gan Lifei and the others in confusion, but the next moment, he hurriedly took action and stopped Shi Ji's dean: "Old Nie! Calm down, calm down first-"

"Why are you calm?!" The dean's voice was hoarse with rage. "What did they destroy? Do they know?! This is the best observer in the alliance. He participated in the battle a few years ago! If it weren't for ShengTiancheng is missing, there is no need for him to come to the military academy, his talent can allow thousands of people to survive the insect wave!"

The dean knew Shi Ji's true identity. He was angry but helpless because of Shi Ji's stubbornness and regret.In the end, Shi Ji just worked hard and carried a bottle of oil without any complaints.

The dean always thought that Shi Ji's leg was broken because he was kidnapped by the star thief.

"Make them court-martialed, court-martialed."

The instructor tried his best to stop him: "Both crimes will be punished, and they will be tried carefully, as well as that little brat named Sheng..."

"We can only sue them. Sheng Yi has no direct fault in this matter."

The tactics teacher at the side read the pieces of paper: "Sheng Yi's fault is that he deleted the surveillance video illegally, but he was also deceived. He just didn't resist Shi Ji, and the jury won't understand why Shi Ji really didn't resist..”

"He was deceived?! Sheng Yi knew it all!" the dean said angrily, "because-"

His voice suddenly stopped, he gritted his teeth, glanced at Shi Ji next to him, and swallowed back the rest of his words.

...Because Shi Ji is only born to obey orders.

Because Shi Ji is an experimental subject and the result of an illegal experiment, he should be taken back and locked up for research.

Once these things are spread and known to the outside world, no one knows what twists and turns Shi Ji's fate will have.

The dean swallowed these words. His chest rose and fell several times. He suppressed his anger and walked to Shi Ji.

Shi Ji still stood quietly as usual.

The dean said in a deep voice: "Take off your coat!"

Everyone else was in a daze. The instructor stepped forward and wanted to persuade the dean not to punish the students corporally now. Shi Ji had already raised his hand and unbuttoned his coat.

Under the dark coat, Shi Ji's shirt was already stained with blood.

He himself seemed unable to understand when these wounds burst. He looked down, feeling a little confused, and reached out to touch them.

The dean stopped his hand.

Shi Ji raised his head, his expression was still gentle, and there was a little doubt in his clear eyes.

But if you look carefully, you can see that his injured chest and ribs are shaking slightly, and his eyebrows, which are pale due to blood loss, already reveal unconscious fatigue.

The dean closed his eyes forcefully.

He knew all about Shi Ji's situation and knew that Shi Ji had no negative emotions.Anger, reprimand and comfort are all incomprehensible to Shi Ji.

He looked at Shi Ji and tried his best to calm down his tone: "Who did Sheng Yi transfer your ownership to?"

Shi Ji thought for a while: "Zhan——"

"Zhan Chen, right?" the dean said, "This special mecha training organized by the special operations team, the logistics major has an auxiliary quota, and it was originally for mecha repairs."

Dean: "Go and tell him that if their logistics major can get first place in this special training and crush those mecha-flying bastards to death, I will help him find the person he is looking for."

The dean of the Mecha Major on the side was stunned when he heard this: "Can't you specifically crush Sheng Yi? What does it have to do with us"

The dean met Shi Ji's gaze: "Do you understand?"

Shi Ji hesitated for a moment and nodded slightly.

Dean: "Go back to the dormitory now and take care of the wound yourself."

There are always medical kits in the dormitories of the military academy. The first lesson for cadets is to learn to deal with their own injuries.

Shi Ji responded, protecting the open wound between his ribs with one hand, and bowed to him.

The dean's expression was still cold. He stopped talking to Shi Ji and turned around without saying a word, returning to the ashen-faced Gan Lifei and others.

The transcripts are still piled on the table.

The dean picked up the pieces of paper, slowly arranged them, and knocked them on the table: "Thank you for saving the school time."

"In order to find Shi Ji, we checked the surveillance cameras and all the videos from those days were destroyed."

The dean looked at these people and his tone was cold: "There is no conclusive evidence. If you hadn't confessed so readily, we really don't know what to do with you..."

Gan Lifei suddenly widened his eyes in shock.

His eyes were full of disbelief, and his face turned pale at first, and then flushed uncontrollably.

"No, isn't there A-level surveillance?"

Gan Lifei shook his head hastily. He looked at Shi Ji aside and then back at the dean: "Isn't it supervised by the Security Department? A-level surveillance cannot be deleted. It can be called up with just an application..."

"That's a rule only for confidential areas."

The dean didn't know why he suddenly went crazy, and frowned: "A civil surveillance, what is level A and level B?"

Gan Lifei was shaken as if someone had hit him hard on the head, and his vision went dark.

...He was tricked by Shi Ji.

Shi Ji took the lead and made them believe that there was such an unfounded surveillance video, and then set up the situation step by step to bring them in bit by bit.

They rushed to admit all their crimes, even for fear that they would not explain enough or fully.

They were court-martialed themselves.

Gan Lifei's eyes were filled with blood. He roared and rushed towards Shi Ji desperately, but before he could even touch the figure, he was violently thrown to the ground.

The person who suppressed him didn't have Shi Ji's good temper. Before he could struggle, he had already removed his arms neatly.

The sharp sting swallowed up all his will in an instant.

Gan Lifei opened his eyes and struggled, mumbling vaguely: "It's Sheng Yi, and Sheng Yi..."

The dean said coldly: "No one is missing."

Gan Lifei was frightened and soon passed out from the severe pain.

The dean stood up, straightened his clothes, and walked out of the cafeteria without looking back.

Shi Ji was sent back to the dormitory.

Halfway through, the system finally couldn't help it and asked Yu Tang in a low voice in the sea of consciousness: "Host, host, is it true that there are no level A and level B monitors?"

"You may have."

Yu Tang was recording Shi Ji's pain rating and answered it distractedly: "Our section chief Xiaopu is studying photography in the security department. Let him write an A on the monitor."

system:"?"

"It's difficult in this world to restore deleted surveillance, but it's easy for us to do it."

Yu Tang: "If Gan Lifei hadn't been fooled today, there would have been an enthusiastic student who fell in front of his car with the surveillance video we restored."

system:"……"

Yu Tang had just recorded a whole page, pulled over the computer, and compiled a new program line by line.

Shi Ji had just regained his sense of pain, but the remaining instincts in his body had not yet learned to judge the condition of his wounds based on pain.

Yu Tang stood there for so long, but he didn't receive any feedback from Shi Ji's body that the wound was about to burst.

There were people around him, so Yu Tang didn't rush to let the system adjust his body condition. He found a piece of analgesic bubble gum, peeled off the candy wrapper and put it in his mouth.

The system wanted to speak, but hesitated a little, and flashed a small red light on Yu Tang's shoulder.

Yu Tang concentrated on typing on the keyboard: "What do you want to ask?"

The system asked: "Why doesn't the host directly generate a student from Gu Dao Rechang?"

The clone made by Yu Tang is still stored in the warehouse and can be easily modified and called at any time.

In the previous book, Yu Tang was very impatient in promoting this kind of plot, and always used the method of forcing evidence directly into Pu Ying's hands.

This is simple and neat. You don't have to put so much thought into the layout, and you don't have to stand injured in the cafeteria for so long.

Yu Tang thought it was going to ask something, so he rubbed his neck and yawned: "How can this be the same?"

The system is confused: "Why is it different?"

Yu Tang said: "Shi Ji has forgotten everything but remembers to obey orders and perform tasks."

The system was stunned.

Yu Tang finally hit Enter, and the repaired data streamed into sparkling light spots, silently blending into Shi Ji's body from the sea of consciousness.

What he wants to return to Zhuang Yu is the S7 that was handed over to him by his parents at the age of nineteen, the most talented and outstanding little observer.

What he wants to help Shi Ji restore is not just a comprehensive understanding of pain.

"He is different from Luo Ran. He has been in the electronic storm for too long and has forgotten too many things. He needs the most reasonable guidance."

Yu Tang said: "With this kind of guidance, I don't want to transcend the world view of the world itself."

The system's red light paused for a moment.

It suddenly realized that the entire situation that Yu Tang had just laid out to deal with those people had indeed not used any means beyond what was set in this world.

In other words - even if the original Shi Ji is here, as long as he can think of these things, he can still do this.

"Look at Pu Ying, he also hired a tutor to teach him anti-fraud knowledge."

Yu Tang yawned again. He closed the computer and directed his consciousness back to Shi Ji's body: "The electronic storm... shouldn't be a disaster."

"Someone turned it into a disaster."

Yu Tang said: "I will find a way to give them back as much as possible of what the electronic storm took away from them."

The system looked at Yu Tang.

It rarely sees such a serious look on the host's face. In the depths of the sea of consciousness, the light curtain is flowing silently, reflecting Yu Tang's virtual body composed of data.

…

Yu Tang opened his eyes as Shi Ji.

He was sent back to the dormitory, and the instructor who sent him back left, and he stood at the door of the double apartment.

Zhan Chen had probably returned. There were faint sounds in the room, and light could be seen leaking from the crack in the door.

The light is warm and a little dizzy.

Yu Tang opened the door, and warm light poured out from the door. His eyes briefly turned white, and he groaned: "...Hmm."

The system was startled: "Host?"

"It's okay." Yu Tang calmed down, "I'm a little dizzy."

Maybe it's because Shi Ji's body is still a little weak.

Yu Tang stabilized his body and looked up.

The lights were on in the living room, but no one was there. The books were put back on the shelves, the movie was over, and the cookies and milk on the table were gone.

Yu Tang: "..."

system:"……"

The system felt that its host was a bit disappointed: "Host, let's go back to the room first -"

"It's a bit difficult." Yu Tang said, "I was careless."

system:"?"

Yu Tang: "I forgot to give Shi Ji's body a warning for hypoglycemia."

What is eaten in the sea of consciousness cannot be fed back to the body.

...and Shi Ji had nothing to eat today except a small cake and a cup of Coke.

He even had a thrilling fight with someone in the cafeteria.

The system faced a small snowflake on the screen and quickly flew to the mall to exchange for glucose.

Yu Tang calmed down, made his vision clearer, and ensured that his body was stable enough to pass through the living room.

When I walked to the kitchen door, someone suddenly opened the door.

…

The rich aroma of freshly baked cookies, mixed with the sweet aroma of hot milk, enveloped him firmly without buffering.

Yu Tang couldn't even see clearly the figure coming out: "System."

The system held Glucose, and the camera went dark: "...Host."

Yu Tang decided to force OOC once and overlay the temporarily generated images of Senior Zhan and Zhan Chen in his consciousness. Before the other party could react, he went to clean up the kitchen and left.

He used an accelerator card for himself and was about to rush into the kitchen. On the control panel, Shi Ji's blood sugar level just fell below the small red line for warning.

Yu Tang fell down quickly: "..."

The system was in a hurry to redeem the crash pad. Before I could pull it out and lay it out, the small red light flashed, and I was stunned at the edge of the sea of consciousness.

Yu Tang did not fall to the ground.

Someone hugged him.

The person who came out of the kitchen, smelling of clean wheat and milk, caught Yu Tang's body firmly before he accelerated and hit the ground hard.