I Really Didn’t Want to Be the Savior Chapter 693: Sleepwalking Virgo
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It is struggling frantically, trying to break out of its cocoon.
Zheng Feng's brain was buzzing, not to mention concentrating on thinking about problems, even organizing the language to speak took all his strength.
It's impossible to ask him to make plans again.
Mata Nicklaus reluctantly said: "Captain, stop joking, we are playing now!"
Zheng Feng had already sat down with his legs crossed, without saying a word, as if he had made up his mind.
Mata, Li Qingqing, Edgar, Punkett, Morrison and others looked at each other.
Damn.
Captain is for real.
No wonder he did some "hang-up" training on a whim yesterday. It turned out to be a plan.
"Okay, looks like we're really on our own." Edgar shrugged.
Morrisson: "I believe Edgar you can lead us to victory!"
Jane Rowland glared at him, "Nonsense, Mata is the vice-captain, and we should obey Mata's command."
Morrisson: "But Edgar's overall strength is second only to the captain in our team! Edgar should have the final say!"
Jane: "A good commander doesn't just rely on his fists! Many good generals don't know how to drive armor! What's the use of having strong limbs and a simple mind?"
Already...began to quarrel.
Seeing this, the teachers in the academy were also confused.
The personnel involved in the Sage 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 and said angrily: "Captain, I accept your arrangement, but I think you should give us a more convincing reason."
Zheng Feng reluctantly opened his eyes, glanced at Lev, and then looked at the other side finally stopped arguing and watched his teammates.
He felt it too.
If things are allowed to develop, I am afraid that the Flying Tigers will be eliminated.
Zheng Feng thought, he probably had to say something.
But at this time his mind was almost completely in chaos, and only a little light remained.
Relying on this bit of inspiration, he was blessed and said: "My goal is not a trial within a mere academy, let alone a trial for a planet 7. I want to take you out of the tenth war zone, stand in To be on the highest stage in the entire empire, to be famous there. So we have to keep winning. To achieve this goal, at the level you have shown before, it is not enough."
"I can't always be dragging you along. I want you to rush out of the academy without my help. If you fail, it proves that I was a fool in the first place. Barely took you to the rush Entering the tryouts in the Genting Theater Zone is not interesting, it will only make it more embarrassing to lose. Do you understand what I mean?"
After speaking, Zheng Feng closed his eyes again.
This time he was completely closed.
Lev looked back at the crowd, but didn't say a word, he just walked out of the crowd with his head sullen, and opened the mission statement in front of him.
Edgar gave Mata a slightly awkward look, then turned back and slapped Morrison on the head in the next instant, "You talk too much! Captain Mata, it's over to you."
Mata nodded, "Okay."
They suddenly realized that they understood Zheng Feng's "true" intentions.
As expected of the captain, he is very foresight.
The shock of this moment of thought made them complete their transformation.
Five minutes later, when Matta finishes preparing the action plan, clicks the start button.
The figures of the 29 Flying Tigers disappeared from the preparation site and entered the first mission.
A few days ago, when Zheng Feng started to take the Flying Tigers for special training, the average strength of the little guys had increased significantly, catching up with the normal combat class of the academy.
Nearly a week has passed now. In the first round of the day before yesterday, the players have experienced a bad start, exerted their strength in the mid-term, and crushed them in the later stage, and they have grown a lot again.
In terms of ability, the competition the day before yesterday brought some improvement to the Flying Tigers players, but the real change was their mentality.
These former eliminations have regained their confidence.
They have realized that "I can".
Now, they have put aside their grudges and selfishness, and are determined to prove themselves in front of Zheng Feng, and at the same time, they are also looking forward to the highest stage.
Since the captain said so, let's try it out.
We will be the same as the captain, we will be bearish on life and death, bearish on victory and defeat, we will do our best and leave no regrets.
With such a state of mind, the tiny bodies of this group of three-year-old children whose mental age and IQ are not in harmony have burst out with astonishing energy.
Thirty-three hours have passed, and the Flying Tigers are 19th out of 80 teams.
When they got the results, the exhausted little ones looked in disbelief, as if they were dreaming.
The 19th place among more than 800 classes of the same grade and more than 200 battle sequence classes means that without Zheng Feng, they have gone from being eliminated to becoming one of the elites in the academy. Elite.
Also, other teams have a full 30 people, and they are always 29 people fighting!
It wasn't just the little ones who were surprised.
Ding Hu and other teachers also fell into contemplation.
Everyone recalled the mock ranking given to the Flying Tigers by the mastermind before the game, which was exactly 19th.
At that time, some people thought it was overestimated, Ding Hu thought it was underestimated.
Now Ding Hu understands.
So there is such a meaning in the prediction of No. 19?
Did the mastermind know from the beginning that Zheng Fengfeng was lying flat in the final stage of the trials?
The members of the Flying Tigers stepped out of the simulated cockpit, and Ding Hu and the head teacher of the other nineteen outgoing teams stepped forward quickly.
At this time, many members of the Flying Tigers stood in front of Zheng Feng.
Although the little guys were exhausted, they were lined up neatly, their heads held high, and they were extraordinarily proud.
After all, it is a juvenile spirit.
"Captain, are we doing okay?"
Edgar Julian wiped the sweat from his forehead and said cheerfully.
Mata also looked at Zheng Feng with adoring eyes.
As today's acting commander, Matta Nicklaus has lived up to her accusations well.
The strange thing is that although Zheng Feng stayed at the starting point the whole time, the old monk did not say a word or do anything, but Mata had the illusion that he was always there.
Whenever she needs to make a decision, she asks herself, "What would he do if he were the captain?"
After asking a question, her mind will quickly recall the moments since Zheng Feng started the team leader, led the Flying Tigers training camp, and then participated in the competition.
Afterwards, Mata was able to find reference from every decision Zheng Feng had ever made, as well as his inner motivation for everything he had done under his orders.
This is not complicated logical reasoning, and the speed of thinking is also very fast, but it runs through the entire game today.
Mata knew, and so did everyone else.
Even the most dishonest Edgar Julian, when faced with every important decision, could not help but recall what he had done under Zheng Feng's orders before, and then followed the previous steps. Action style to execute, and in order to prove that you can, you can do it better.
No one can deny an objective fact.
That is Zheng Feng, who is clearly lying flat today, but his presence is still strong, even stronger than the day before yesterday.
Zheng Feng looked at the little team members who were looking up at him, thinking for a while, should he 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 is also slightly lower, which can be regarded as a little bit able to organize language.
"It's really good." Zheng Feng nodded with a smile, "It was beyond my expectations."
But he immediately changed the conversation, "But it's reasonable, so don't expect me to praise you."
"Uh..."
Zheng Feng's expression gradually became serious, "I hope you understand a truth. You are still young, your life is still very long, and now you have only completed some trivial basic work. The struggle you will experience is continuous. long-term, perhaps even eternal.”
"When I'm here, I can point you in the right direction and attack the city. I can deal with the strongest enemy and solve the problems you can't solve. But life can't last forever, and accidents will always exist. One day , either you entered the battlefield and joined other teams, or maybe you yourself grew into a commander. In short, I am not by your side. Or, we have encountered a situation where I can do nothing."
"What should you do when I can no longer be depended on by you? Go weak, or give up the struggle? The enemy or adversary will not show mercy to you just because you show weakness. Society will not wait for you , the competitors in the competition will not wait for you, and the enemy will not wait for you."
"You have only one choice. Remember what I taught you, how I did it, and do what you're supposed to do to finish what I left unfinished. As long as humanity exists, we will not end.”
The rest of the Flying Tigers were stunned.
What is this!
The captain's words at the beginning seemed to be similar, which made them feel the same, but why did the words become more inappropriate the further back they went?
Especially the last sentence is the most exaggerated. We are just a group of children who have not graduated yet. We just won an intra-school selection competition. How can it be related to the fate of mankind?
Zheng Feng himself suddenly reacted, "Huh? Uh..."
What am I talking about?
I'm only eleven years old?
What's wrong with me?
Ding Hu and the other instructors, who were stunned by their shock as they were so close, Zheng Feng, who realized that something was wrong, scratched his head in embarrassment.
He is puzzled.
These words did come from my own mouth.
He also knows the process of thinking in his head when he organizes his own language.
At the time, he didn't really think there was anything wrong with it, and the whole process came naturally.
But when he finished speaking and quickly calmed down, he felt that things were not right.
"Brother Hu, there will be other competitions the day after tomorrow, so don't you need a celebration banquet? We are very tired, so let's go back to rest. Goodbye!"
The situation was too embarrassing, Zheng Feng decided to slip away and run away after he really said it, leaving only Ding Hu and other instructors and other participating children staring at him, not knowing whether it was a "warm-blooded" declaration for him Like it, I still laugh at his "big talk".
Back home, Zheng Feng hurriedly read a lot of psychology works.
He worries that something is wrong with his brain.
Naturally nothing.
At this time, Zheng Feng didn't know that a large group of people were listening to his "rhetoric" repeatedly and conducting various in-depth analyses.
Immanuel Petto, a veteran of history, literature, and psychology, sets the tone for the discussion.
"In terms of Zheng Feng's current age and the level of information he has access to, these words are obviously unreasonable. Now we have determined that the sage has been pinned on Zheng Feng, but we are not sure whether it will be Zheng Feng continued to grow and awakened his memory to become a sage, or Chen Feng, the sage in his body, suddenly woke up and replaced the personality that originally belonged to Zheng Feng."
"Based on the above reasons, I think that the speaker is Zheng Feng, but it can be said that it is not Zheng Feng. The content of these words is too large, and the object of reference is obviously not only the Flying Tigers. His real audience It is all of humanity, it is us, and now the ruling class of the empire."
Based on the above remarks, the core members of the Sage Project held extensive and in-depth discussions with the imperial leadership including Zhou Donglai and Andre, and interpreted Zheng Feng's words from various angles.
From the motivation of Zheng Feng's speech, the mechanism of the brain's thinking when he speaks, to what intention he expressed, and so on.
If you want to describe it with written papers as a carrier, it is Zheng Feng's remarks, which produced the highest-level academic papers of the empire with a total of hundreds of millions of words.
Just when the rigorous academic discussions outside were in full swing, the initiator Zheng Feng himself became exhausted due to the high-intensity brain use of the past few days.
The buzzing in my head, I don't know who is talking, and I can't hear what it is, but it seems like simple tinnitus.
The frequency of Morrowind-2 images has also increased further, from once in a few minutes to once in tens of seconds.
Zheng Feng had no idea what this meant.
In this case, he accepted the suggestion of Mr. Wei in the cramming artifact~IndoMTL.com~ as much as possible to empty his mind, don't think about any problems, and stop reading books, only use the artifact to improve sleep efficiency. The power of the mass intensifier was turned on to the maximum, trying to come to a dark and deep sleep.
But he failed and fell into the misery of insomnia that he should not have entered at every angle, such as his current age, genetic arousal, physical fitness, etc.
He tossed and turned on the bed, tossing and turning, closing and opening his eyes, opening and closing his eyes, sometimes actively stretching his brows, but always wrinkling again unconsciously, unable to fall asleep for a long time.
The stars spied on in the dark were terrified.
At this time, Fanxing received a small request from Zheng Feng himself.
He ordered a song, "Sleepwalking Virgo", one of the masterpieces of the music master Zhong Lei thousands of years ago.
A miracle happened.
With the melodious music and Zhong Lei's perfect voice, Zheng Feng's originally disordered breathing quickly became rhythmic, and the tight skin on his face slowly loosened.
After a long time, all that's left in the room is the smooth sound of breathing and the gently reverberating "Sleepwalking Virgo" single loop.
Since Da was born, Zheng Feng has rarely dreamed.
But this time, he had a beautiful, big dream.
He dreamed that he had become a free soul that could transcend time and space, waving goodbye to the Milky Way, stepping on the bridge built by music, and wandering in every corner of the vast and magnificent Virgo Supercluster.
Sometimes he landed on the surface of the bright red planet and looked up at the deep blue scorching sun; On the top of the beast's head, it runs for hundreds of millions of miles, leaving behind a trail of brilliant particle clouds along the way...
In this dream, he got the greatest freedom.