Don't I Have a Name? Only Know to Call Me Strategic Level!

Zhong Yuan's consciousness is dominated by great terror.

All the evidence shows that he is not the only one who has acquired the ability to upgrade by absorbing market crystals.

Alien races should also be able to evolve the same ability through continuous growth.

Only human beings, relying on absorbing the crystals, have limited access to the power of alien races. Can't upgrade, can't evolve.

As more and more powerful alien races appeared, the acquired power became smaller and smaller, and the battle would turn into a one-sided massacre.

For example, the tragedy that happened to Zhong Lan four years later.

Having obtained the hidden ability of Wang Badger, which is unknown to outsiders, Zhong Yuan turned from excitement at the beginning to deep fear.

For a moment, he was extremely pessimistic. I can't wait to take my sister to escape from this world immediately, and then find that there is nowhere to go.

There was a knock on the door of the warehouse.

"Yuan Yuan, are you there? Open the door!"

The knock on the door was like a life-saving straw, and Zhong Yuan's thoughts were slightly brought back to reality.

He desperately opened the locked door.

Feng Qing stood outside the door and said dissatisfiedly, "What are you doing inside? You locked the door behind you."

This guy's eyes are so sharp, he immediately saw the big safe, and then showed that "I understand, I understand it all" expression.

Well, the safe must have hidden collectibles, the kind that teenage boys are interested in!

Feng Qingyu said earnestly, "Yuanyuan, I'm not talking about you. It's better to be restrained in broad daylight. Look at you, you are uglier than a dead person..."

Zhong Yuan was overwhelmed with frustration, and said, "What are you doing here?"

Feng Qing's eyelids twitched, realizing something was wrong with him.

what's the situation?

Made a funny joke, but there was no reaction at all?

Thumping me angrily is better than this reaction now!

Feng Qing said calmly, "I know you forgot. This afternoon, the student union will hold a regular meeting. You are the discipline committee member and must attend."

Zhong Yuan said, "No."

Feng Qing raised his eyebrows, "If you don't go, you have to go! You didn't come last week, and your allowance has been divided up by others. You must attend today. There are very important things waiting for you!"

Zhong Yuan turned a deaf ear and repeated mechanically, "No."

Suddenly entered zombie mode, right?

Still think about it?

Veins popped up on Feng Qing's forehead, and he resorted to his trump card, "If you do this again, I will tell your sister that you secretly read bad books in the dormitory, and you still refuse to perform your duties as a student union cadre!"

"Dare to talk nonsense in front of my sister, I will kill you."

"Are you going or not?"

"I…………"

"go."

Hey, the trump card is really awesome.

Feng Qing was in a good mood and ignored the death threat. At three o'clock, I took Zhong Yuan into the dedicated classroom of the Student Union on time.

On Friday, the Student Union meets regularly.

Whether it's a cadre or an operator, everything is here; no one wants to miss the opportunity to share the welfare of the student union.

As soon as Feng Qing appeared at the gate, the eyes of dozens of people all focused on him.

The secretary, Jian Rou, looked at the time and found that it was exactly the same. She stepped on the clock and was impeccable.

Then, everyone saw that there was a new face behind Feng Qing.

He has a pale face, long black hair tied in a single ponytail behind his head, a pair of black-rimmed glasses, and a black student union uniform.

Dead, silent, like attending a funeral. Apart from good looks, there are no other endearing features.

So, is this a ghost, or a sangfu god?

Feng Qing walked into the classroom and saw that everyone was present. He chuckled and said, "Today, I will introduce the new members of the student union while all the students are present."

He pointed to someone and said, "Zhong Yuan, a first-year special class. Starting this semester, he will serve as a member of the student union's disciplinary committee."

Everyone whispered.

Although they have heard about it for a long time, and many people have seen Zhong Yuan patrolling the school, but after all, it has not been announced publicly.

Now that Feng Qing has finally made an official announcement, it shows that Zhong Yuan's appointment as a discipline committee member is an unchangeable fact.

Damn, Shangguan Yi's face was swollen from the beating!

Sitting in the back row, Xie Yihan couldn't help being secretly surprised.

On the day of registration, he received Zhong Yuan.

Unexpectedly, it came out so quickly!

It's amazing. I remember that I was just an auditor at the beginning.

Now rush up to hug the thigh, maybe there is still time?

Boss, do you still remember the little transparent who received you at the school gate back then?

Xie Yihan shouted in his heart.

However, Shangguan Yi has been serving as a member of the discipline committee, and Feng Qing pushed Zhong Yuan up before retiring, and conflicts will definitely break out between the two!

Today's regular meeting might turn into a Shura field!

Xie Yihan felt a little excited when he thought about it.

There are not a few people who think the same.

The audience fell silent, waiting for Zhong Yuan to say a few words.

Who knows, he didn't respond at all.

Feng Qing's head was full of black lines, and he said in a low voice, "Say hello."

Zhong Yuan was really not in a good mood, and said blankly, "Hi everyone, my name is Zhong Yuan."

That's it?

I already know your name, so please tell me a little bit about other things, such as whether you have a girlfriend or something like that!

Both boys and girls were dissatisfied with Zhong Yuan's perfunctory speech.

In Feng Qing's view, this kind of performance is already very face-saving.

I don't know what happened, but Zhong Yuan's mood is very strange today.

He sighed and wanted to sit down, but found that there was one chair missing.

Dude, this group of people did it on purpose.

Feng Qing's eyelids twitched, pointed to his seat, and said, "There are vacant seats there, you sit first."

Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay, trying to stop it, but no one dared to stand up.

Are you kidding me, that seat is reserved for the student council president. How can I sit for him?

Zhong Yuan didn't care so much, he stepped forward and sat down politely.

Embarrassed, Feng Qing has no seat.

Secretary Jian Rou sighed softly, got up and said, "I'll move a chair from the next classroom."

She was about to leave when Shangguan Yi stopped her.

"I go."

Everyone looked at this scene in surprise.

Shangguan admits cowardice?

After all, Feng Qing hinted clearly that even the seat of the student council president was given up.

Moreover, Shangguan Yi and Feng Qing are both graduating soon, so there is nothing to argue about.

The Shura field seems to be out of the question, but those who understand Shangguan's intentions know that this wave is definitely going to cause trouble.

Jian Rou worriedly looked at his leaving figure, then looked at Zhong Yuan who was sitting firmly on the president's seat, hesitated for a moment, and said softly, "Zhong Yuan, this seat is for the president..."

Zhong Yuan didn't give her a good face at all, and said coldly, "I'll sit, can't I?"

Jian Rou was stunned by him and was speechless.

She has always had a good reputation in the school, and she is the secretary of the student union. Who wouldn't give her a little favor?

Unexpectedly, when I got to Zhong Yuan's side, I would have a bad nose.

Feng Qing blinked his eyes.

A girl like Jian Rou who is as gentle as water and of Xiaojiabiyu type is actually not Yuan Yuan's favorite!

What type of girl does he like?

Don't be that plague god!

The atmosphere was dignified, not at all the relaxed and happy scene in the usual meetings.

Jian Rou stopped talking too much, she simply stood up and gave up her seat to Feng Qing.

At this time, Shangguanyi came back.

There is no folding chair in hand, but a few thin A4 papers.

Seeing Zhong Yuan sitting on the president's seat, Jian Rou was about to give way to Feng Qing, and the anger that had accumulated for several days finally broke out.

Shangguan Yida strode up to Zhong Yuan.

boom!

With a clap of hands, he slapped the written review on the table.

Everyone was terrified, not knowing what he wanted to do.

Zhong Yuan stared at the self-criticism with a blank face.

The content between the lines is so familiar, isn't it the one he wrote to the instructor?

It's just that the handwriting in front of me is crooked, and it looks like it was plagiarized by a scumbag.

Shangguan Yi's face was livid, and he said coldly, "You succeeded, are you satisfied?"

"The review letter of my mother-in-law!!!"

He grabbed the A4 paper, crumpled it into a ball, and threw it at Zhong Yuan.