2052, Thirty Years Of Sleep

"Tsk, this kid's sleep quality is really good. He still doesn't wake up after being criticized like this." In the corridor outside the classroom, Bai Yongning looked at everything that happened in the classroom with a look of regret on his face.

He originally wanted to see this guy in embarrassment, but he didn't expect that he would sleep from beginning to end.

Tsk, miscalculated.

"So you are deliberately causing trouble for him?" Wei Min glanced at the old man, somewhat dumbfounded.

He had previously found it strange that Professor Bai could not have known about the force majeure of Yan Muyun's sequelae, but he did not explain it at all and allowed the emotions of other students in the class to ferment.

Bai Yongning chuckled and touched his chin: "Although I know he can't control himself from sleeping, this is my class after all, and it's still the first class, so punishing him a little is not too much."

"As long as you are happy." Wei Min was a little speechless. He was clearly in his sixties, but his temper was still the same as that of a young man.

At this moment, through the classroom window, the two of them saw Di Haotian suddenly swinging his fist and hitting Yan Muyun. Although they did not actually hit him, they were all shocked by this small change.

"This guy will become a public enemy of the whole class if he drags on any longer." Wei Min pinched his eyebrows, feeling a little headache, and walked towards the class.

Bai Yongning smiled and did not stop him. He turned and walked towards his office in the teaching building.

First bring a wave of rhythm, and then leave quietly, hiding the merit and fame.

...

"So, what about my proposal?" Di Haotian crossed his arms across his chest and scanned the classroom.

"What's the proposal?" Wei Min, who had just come in from the door with a camera hanging around his neck, asked.

Di Haotian glanced sideways at him: "Unite together and drive this guy out of this class."

"Kick him out just because he slept in class?" Wei Min felt a little funny.

"This is the inner courtyard of Chenjing. This class is organized for the Shengyao Order. Each of us has passed a rigorous assessment before being qualified to study here. However, this guy just went through the back door and his attitude is still so lazy. Letting him stay here is irresponsible for our own lives." Di Haotian said confidently.

Just now, he learned from squad leader Wu Bai that Yan Muyun had not even participated in the assessment, and he immediately became more convinced that this guy was a "second generation".

It must be that some big shot in the capital used connections to force his son into this special class to polish his future resume so that he can be easily arranged for a lucrative job in the future.

There are many such plots in movies, TV dramas and online novels, but evil will never defeat justice, and the dandy second generation will eventually be blasted by the protagonist’s iron fist of justice!

"Ahem... It's a bit too much, Haotian." As the roommate of this reckless man, Yue Xiao felt that it was necessary to come out and stabilize the situation.

He smiled at Wei Min and said, "Just treat this guy's brain as a decoration. There is no need to be as knowledgeable as him."

"Get lost!" Di Haotian glared.

The expressions of other students in the class also softened slightly. In fact, they didn't quite agree with this loud-voiced guy's point of view. It is impossible for ordinary people to enter this class, let alone students who are obviously below the average.

As for the "second generation theory", although this possibility is not impossible, no one thinks that the academy and the government will make such arrangements for this matter.

Even if there is really a big boss behind it, other big bosses of the same level will definitely not stand it.

It was just because school had only started for a month, and everyone was unfamiliar with each other, and they didn't know the guy who slept in class at all, so they all kept silent and wanted to see how things would develop.

Both Wu Bai and Lin Han had made neutral and objective remarks, but Di Haotian, a fool like him, couldn't listen to them.

Wei Min took off the camera from his neck, put it on the table next to him, and sighed: "Actually speaking, this guy is really a second-generation guy."

The atmosphere in the classroom condensed, and it felt like things were about to develop in an interesting direction.

"I'll just say it." A trace of pride appeared on Di Haotian's face.

Wei Min spread his hands and said expressionlessly: "Someone in his family serves as the deputy director of the General Bureau of Special Affairs in Menxia City."

"Sure enough..." Di Haotian's voice stopped abruptly, because even a single-threaded processor like him could react. It is impossible for the deputy director of a city's special affairs bureau to have the energy to send relatives to the inner courtyard of Chenjing Academy. special class.

"Wait a minute, Menxia City?" Wu Bai, who was behind him, pushed up his glasses, frowned, and his voice became a little deeper: "Could it be that the reason why Mr. Yan arrived late and was in a bad state is because of the same reason he has been there for three months? Is it related to the catastrophe in Menxia City before?"

Other students also reacted immediately, and the expressions on their faces suddenly became wonderful.

"That's right."

Wei Min nodded slightly and said in a deep voice: "During the alien catastrophe three months ago, Yan Muyun was an intern at the Special Branch of Haicang District, Menxia City. In that battle, he first relied on He single-handedly trapped the mature parasitic beast and prevented thousands of citizens from being infected into monsters..."

"Later, when the king-level alien molten lord appeared, the deputy director of the Special Branch and a team were attacked by members of the Shengyao Religion. The former was seriously injured and half of the latter's team members were killed. At the critical moment, it was he who stood up and risked his life. At the risk of his life, he assisted the General Directorate of Special Branch to completely kill Lord Molten..."

"As for later, God took action, and the matter finally came to an end."

There was silence in the classroom. Even though the people who could appear here were all the best among the younger generation, almost no one's achievements could compare with Yan Muyun's record.

He trapped a mature parasitic beast with C-level strength alone, and played a key role in killing the S-level king-level alien molten demon lord...

At this time, everyone's eyes looked different when they looked at the sleeping figure in the middle. There was no longer doubts, curiosity, and hidden contempt, but more appreciation and recognition.

What Wei Min just said not only changed their first impression of Yan Muyun, but also silently ranked him as their strongest competitor of his generation in their hearts.

In a somewhat strange atmosphere, Wei Min slowly walked up to Di Haotian and looked at him with calm and indifferent eyes: "The price for killing the king-level alien species was that he was seriously injured and lay in a coma for three days. It took many months, but he didn't wake up until a few days ago. The severe sequelae made him unable to exercise strenuously, his blood vessels were fragile, his heartbeat was slow, and he needed to eat far more food than ordinary people at each meal...as well as lethargy."

At this time, Di Haotian's face had already turned red, and his eyes were full of shame.

He stood at attention, clenched his fists, and solemnly said with a solemn to somewhat comical expression: "I'm sorry! I was wrong!"

Although he is a little reckless, he also knows that he has to admit when he makes a mistake and stand upright when he is beaten.

"I actually...questioned such an admirable person, I really..." Di Haotian said, tears even appeared in the corners of his eyes.

As for that? Wei Min was stunned.

"No, no, no, no, no..." Yue Xiao, who was beside her, couldn't laugh or cry as she patted her friend's shoulder repeatedly.

Wei Min was confused by Di Haotian and didn't know what to say. He shook his head helplessly and said with a smile: "Moreover, even if he is drowsy due to the sequelae, he is definitely not 'lazy and slow' as you said."

Di Haotian's face turned as red as a monkey's butt: "Stop scolding, stop scolding."

"Lend me your knife." Wei Min stretched out his hand to Yue Xiao who was next to him. He knew that this guy carried a butterfly knife with him. He usually liked to take it out and spin it around at his fingertips when he had nothing to do.

"What are you doing?" Although Yue Xiao was a little confused, she still took out a silver-white butterfly knife with exquisite patterns from her pocket.

With a "pop" sound, Wei Min shook off the blade, then pulled out Yan Muyun's right hand that was resting on his head and placed it on the table.

What is he going to do? This is the voice of everyone in the classroom at this time.

"Look, pretentious threats are useless, this is the only way..."

Wei Min raised the knife in his hand high, and then plunged it down.