2052, Thirty Years Of Sleep

On the second floor of the east teaching building of the inner courtyard, outside classroom No. 032.

"By the way, why do you always carry this camera?" Yan Muyun asked curiously.

Every time I see Wei Min these days, except in the dormitory, this guy always has that old SLR camera hanging around his neck, but I rarely see him take pictures.

"It has something to do with my superpower." Wei Min smiled mysteriously.

Seeing that he had no intention of further explanation, Yan Muyun shrugged and was too lazy to continue asking.

The classroom door opened automatically, and there were already a few scattered figures sitting inside.

After seeing the unfamiliar face, a thin young man by the window, wearing loose clothes and a red hat, who looked like a girl, stood up and asked in a lively tone: "Hey, Amin, Who is this?"

"My roommate, who is in the same class as us, is late for something." Wei Min smiled and patted Yan Muyun on the shoulder.

"Hello, my name is Yan Muyun." Yan Muyun nodded cautiously.

"Oh, my name is Zhang Xiaotian, you can call me Xiaotian or Xiao Zhang." The young man in the red hat sat on the desk by the window, grinning and waving to him, as if he had said hello.

The desk under his butt was obviously not his own, because there was a young man sitting slightly in front of the desk with a helpless expression on his face.

Seeing Yan Muyun looking over, he smiled politely and nodded.

What a handsome old man.

This was the first thought that popped into Yan Muyun's mind.

She has a face like a crown jade, sword-shaped eyebrows and starry eyes, but she also has an elegant and gentle temperament. If he were to wear a white robe, he would definitely look like a Confucian swordsman who was full of poetry and wine.

In fact, he seems to be a swordsman.

Right next to the desk, two cold weapons, whether swords or knives, were tied to a black belt, one black and one white, leaning against his legs.

Yan Muyun had a strong feeling in his heart that he was definitely a real guy, not a cool decoration.

Is this dangerous thing... allowed to be carried around?

But after thinking about it, he felt relieved that no one in this classroom was safer than a sword.

Just kidding, the inner courtyard of Chenjing Academy, this is a place where creatures with destructive powers comparable to or exceeding those of alien species learn and live...

Seeing the other person staring at his saber, the elegant young man didn't say anything. He seemed to be used to it. After just smiling and nodding, he turned his attention back to the guy sitting on his desk, his eyes written Full of helplessness, and a touch of... pampering?

Yan Muyun shuddered. He didn't know how this word came to his mind, and his heart suddenly felt cold.

I don’t blame myself, it’s true that that guy looks too much like a girl.

"Did you take the assessment?"

A voice of inquiry suddenly came from behind him. Yan Muyun turned around and saw a young man wearing rimless glasses and exuding a serious and upright temperament sitting on a seat not far away. There was a notebook in front of him. Looking at himself expressionlessly.

"What assessment?" Yan Muyun asked subconsciously.

Is it the physical and superpower tests you have been doing these past few days? But I feel like that’s not what the other person said.

"Class assessment. If the students in the inner courtyard are the elite among the students in Chenjing Academy, then we are the elite among the elite. Everyone here is selected through a very strict assessment. They are first-year and second-year middle school students. The best...cough." As if realizing that he had said too much, the young man wearing glasses coughed twice and stopped talking.

It can be seen that he has a certain sense of pride and honor in being a member of this class.

So, the class I am in is considered that kind of "elite class in the inner courtyard"? But having said that, aren’t universities generally divided into classes based on majors? That doesn’t seem to be the case here. It’s all put together, and there are even sophomores...

Yan Muyun was thinking wildly in his mind while explaining: "I rested for a long time due to... physical reasons, so I may have missed the assessment time."

"Special admission?" The man pushed up his glasses and his expression became a little subtle: "Then it seems you are very powerful."

"No, no." Yan Muyun smiled dryly and waved his hand.

"My name is Wu Bai, and I'm the squad leader. If you encounter any problems in the future, you can come to me." The man with glasses finally introduced himself briefly, then lowered his head and looked at his notebook, ending the topic.

A bit arrogant and has a strong personality, but he seems to be a nice person.

This was Yan Muyun's first impression of him.

"Mu Yun, this way." Wei Min had already found a seat to sit down and pointed at the seat next to him.

"Are these positions fixed?" Yan Muyun asked casually as he sat down.

"No, you can sit wherever you like, first come first served." Wei Min took off his camera and put it on the table.

The class soon became quiet again. Except for the conversation between Zhang Xiaotian and the elegant young man by the window, as well as the former's muffled laughter from time to time, there was no other sound.

Yan Muyun looked around and found that there were two girls who had made no sound from the beginning to the end, and their presence was weak.

A man wearing a brown hoodie, his face hidden under a fat hat, was sitting in the corner near the back door of the classroom. Another one was wearing a black mask, covering most of his face, leaving only a pair of eyes that were calm and even a little indifferent.

Well, I can’t even tell what it looks like.

Just when Yan Muyun was bored, the classroom door opened again, and a straight figure walked in from the outside, which immediately made his eyes light up.

Wearing a white T-shirt and jeans, her long black hair was tied into a neat high ponytail, revealing her neck as white as snow. Her delicate oval face was full of heroism, and she exuded a confident and unrestrained temperament.

This is a young girl who will leave a deep impression just by looking at her, especially her sunny temperament. It seems that as long as she is around her, all negative emotions will be temporarily eliminated.

She didn't seem to notice that there was an unfamiliar face in the classroom. The girl directly chose a seat in the middle of the first row and sat down.

After a few more minutes, no one heard his voice before seeing him.

There was a fierce argument between the two people outside the classroom, and they seemed to be discussing a certain game.

"Just kidding, the Sword of Dawn is definitely one of the most efficient equipment for fighting mire gnawers. Wind Fist is its younger brother in front of it. You forgot that I killed 57 dungeons last week, and you just killed them. In your early 20s?”

The classroom door opened, and two figures, one tall and one short, walked in from the outside.

However, it is not so much that the young man on the left is short, but rather that the young man on the right is a bit too tall. It seems that he is probably half a head taller than instructor Gaocheng.

However, in terms of body shape, the muscular instructor looks more oppressive.

"I wasn't serious last time." The shorter young man said expressionlessly.

"Yo ho." The tall young man let out a weird scream, the sound was a bit loud, and many other students in the classroom looked over. However, he didn't realize it at all, and still wanted to say something at the top of his voice: "You kid is making excuses. On the contrary..."

However, another person quickly interrupted him: "Shut up, it's so noisy, just wait until there is no class in the afternoon and go back to the dormitory."

Mindless and unhappy.

This was Yan Muyun's first impression after seeing these two people.

Just when the tall young man wanted to say something, the classroom door opened again, followed by an unceremonious complaint: "Get away, it's blocking the road."

"Little madman, you are still so rude." The two of them were not angry at all, and took a few steps forward to get out of the way.

"I'm going..." Yan Muyun, who was sitting in the back seat of the classroom, suddenly widened his eyes and looked at the figure at the door with a look of shock.

The other person looked to be only fifteen or sixteen years old, and his face was filled with impatience. But what shocked Yan Muyun was not that he went to college at a young age, but his body... to be precise, his limbs.

The boy has no limbs, to be precise, he has no arms and legs made of flesh. Instead, there are mechanical limbs painted in red and black, which look full of technology and have a cyberpunk flavor.

As for why Yan Muyun was sure that these were mechanical limbs rather than armor covering the body, it was because there were many holes in the crooks and upper arms of the opponent's arms, through which he could directly see the back.

The tall young man turned around and looked at it a few times, and asked with interest: "Is it 'Fire' today?"

"What kind of fire? How many times have I said this is 'melting'." The young man rolled his eyes, then ignored him and just found a nearby seat to sit down.

"You don't feel anything when you say a word, just listen to me. Your three sets of mechas are called 'Fire', 'Mountain', 'Crazy Thunder' and so on. How cool..." The tall young man sat down. Beside him, he kept muttering in his mouth.

The young man who came in with him rolled his eyes, walked to a seat a little further away and sat down alone.

A few minutes later, a fiery figure rushed directly into the classroom from outside, breathing heavily: "Huh, it's so close, I'm only 3 seconds late..."

Before he could finish his words, someone kicked him on the butt, causing him to stumble and almost fall to the floor.

"Hurry up and get in, Peng Peng, find a seat and sit down." A man's low and lazy voice came from outside the door. As his words fell, a cat meowed.

"Okay, Teacher Xu, I'll get out right now." The young man known as Peng Peng put a flattering smile on his face and crawled to a seat to sit down.