I Really Didn’t Want to be a Savior

It is struggling frantically, trying to break out of its cocoon.

Zheng Feng's head was buzzing. Not to mention concentrating on thinking about the problem, it took all his energy to organize the words and speak.

It would be impossible for him to make suggestions again.

Mata Nicklaus said unwillingly: "Captain, stop joking, we are competing now!"

But Zheng Feng had already sat down cross-legged, without saying a word, as if he had made up his mind.

Mata, Li Qingqing, Edgar, Punkt, Morrison and others looked at each other.

Finished.

Captain means it.

No wonder he had a sudden idea to do some "hang-up" training yesterday. It turned out that he had already planned it.

"Well, it seems we really have to be self-reliant." Edgar shrugged.

Morrison: "I believe Edgar you can lead us to victory!"

Jane Roland glared at him, "Nonsense, Mata is the vice-captain, and we should obey Mata's command."

Morrison: "But Edgar's overall strength is second only to the captain in our team! Edgar should have the final say!"

Jane: "A good commander relies on more than just 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... the quarrel started.

Seeing this, the teachers within the college were also confused by Monk Zhang Er.

Personnel related to the Sage Project and bystanders such as Zhou Donglai were equally confused.

At this time, Lev, who was always 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 team members who finally stopped arguing and looked at him.

He felt it too.

If the situation is allowed to develop, it is probably certain that the Flying Tigers will be eliminated.

Zheng Feng thought that he might have to say something.

But at this time, his mind was almost completely in chaos, with only a little inspiration left.

Relying on this aura, he was so blessed that he opened his mouth and said: "My goal is not just a trial within an academy, let alone a trial on Planet 7. I want to lead you out of the tenth theater and stand in the entire empire. On the highest stage, make a name for yourself there. So we have to keep winning. To achieve this goal, the level you have performed before is not enough."

"I can't always rely on me to drag you forward. I want you to rush out of the academy without my help. If you fail, it proves that I was just dreaming from the beginning. I barely managed to lead you into the Genting War Zone. There’s no point in trying out the internal trials, it will only make losing more embarrassing. Do you understand what I mean?”

After saying that, Zheng Feng closed his eyes again.

This time he was completely closed off.

Lev looked back at the crowd, but didn't say anything. He just walked out of the crowd with his head down and opened the mission statement in front of him.

Edgar glanced at Mata slightly, and the next moment he turned back and slapped Morrison on the head, "You are the only one who talks too much! Captain Mata, I leave it to you."

Mata nodded, "Okay."

They suddenly realized and understood Zheng Feng's "real" intention.

As expected of a captain, he is very thoughtful.

This moment of ideological impact allowed them to complete their transformation.

Five minutes later, Mata completed the action plan and clicked the start button.

The 29 Flying Tigers disappeared from the preparation site and entered the first critical task.

A few days ago, when Zheng Feng started taking the Flying Tigers for special training, the average strength of the little guys had increased significantly, catching up with the academy's ordinary combat classes.

Now nearly a week has passed. In the first round the day before yesterday, the players have experienced a bad start, strong efforts in the mid-term, and crushing in the late stage. They have made a lot of progress again.

In terms of ability, the game the day before yesterday brought some improvement to the Flying Tigers players, but the real change was in their mentality.

These former outcasts regained their confidence.

They have realized that, in fact, "I can."

Now, they put aside their grudges and selfishness, and are determined to prove themselves in front of Zheng Feng. At the same time, they also long for and covet the highest stage.

Since the captain said so, let's give it a try.

Like the captain, we will take life or death lightly, win or lose, and do our best without any regrets.

With such a state of mind, the tiny bodies of these three-year-old children, whose mental age and IQ are not in harmony, burst out with amazing energy.

Thirty-three hours later, the Flying Tigers passed the test with a ranking of 19th among 80 teams.

When the results of the selection were received, the exhausted little guys were in disbelief, as if they were dreaming.

Ranking 19th among more than 800 classes of the same grade and more than 200 battle order classes means that without Zheng Feng, they have gone from being eliminated to becoming the elite of the elite in the academy.

Moreover, other teams have a full strength of 30 people, and they always have 29 people fighting!

It wasn't just the little guys themselves who were surprised.

Ding Hu and other teachers also fell into deep thought.

Everyone recalled that the simulated ranking given to the Flying Tigers by the mastermind before the game started was exactly 19th.

At that time, some people thought it was an overestimation, while Ding Hu thought it was an underestimation.

Now Ding Hu finally understands.

It turns out that the prediction of No. 19 actually has such a meaning?

Did the mastermind know from the beginning that Zheng Fengfeng would be defeated in the final stage of the selection?

Everyone in the Flying Tigers walked out of the simulated cockpit, and Ding Hu and the head teachers of the other nineteen out-of-line teams quickly stepped forward.

At this time, many members of the Flying Tigers stood in front of Zheng Feng.

Although the little guys were exhausted physically and mentally, they lined up neatly, held their heads high and were extremely proud.

After all, it is the nature of youth.

"Captain, are we doing okay?"

Edgar Julian wiped the sweat from his forehead and said cheerfully.

Mata also looked at Zheng Feng with admiring eyes.

As acting commander today, Mata Niklaus fulfilled his charge well.

The strange thing is that although Zheng Feng stayed at the starting point the whole time without saying a word or doing anything, Mata had the illusion that he was always present.

Whenever she needs to make a decision, she will first ask herself, "What would he do if he were the captain?"

After asking the question, her mind would quickly recall every detail since Zheng Feng began to serve as captain, led the Flying Tigers in training and then participated in competitions.

Later, Mata could find reference evidence from every decision Zheng Feng had made and his inner movements when doing everything he ordered.

This is not a complex logical reasoning, and the thinking speed is very fast, but it runs through the entire game today.

Mata knows it, and so does everyone else.

Even the most dishonest Edgar Julian, when facing every important decision, can't help but recall what he did under Zheng Feng's order before, and then follow his previous action style. Execute, and to prove that you can do it too, do it better.

No one can deny an objective fact.

That was Zheng Feng, who was clearly lying flat today, but his presence was still strong, even stronger than the day before yesterday.

Zheng Feng looked at the little team members who all looked up at him and thought about what he should say.

Since leaving the virtual space, he feels a little better, the noise in his head is not so loud, Morrowind 2 appears less frequently, and he can be considered to be able to organize his speech.

"It's indeed good." Zheng Feng smiled and nodded, "It's beyond my expectation."

But he immediately changed the subject, "But it's reasonable, so don't expect me to praise you."

"Well……"

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 and long-term. , maybe even forever.”

"When I'm here, I can point you in the direction and attack the city. I can deal with the strongest enemies and solve problems that you can't solve. But life cannot last forever, and accidents will always exist. One day, either You enter the battlefield, join other teams, or maybe you grow into a commander yourself. In short, I am no longer with you. Or, we have encountered a situation that I can't do anything about."

"When I can no longer be relied upon by you, what should you do? Just stay weak, or give up the struggle? Enemies or opponents will not show mercy to you just because you show weakness. Society will not wait for you, in the game Your competitors will not wait for you, and your enemies will not wait for you."

"You have only one choice. Remember what I once taught you, how I did it, and then do everything you should do to complete my unfinished business. As long as humans still exist, our story will be It won’t end.”

Others in the Flying Tigers were stunned.

What is this?

What the captain said at the beginning was quite plausible and made them feel the same way, but why did it become more and more unpleasant as he went on to do so?

Especially the last sentence is the most exaggerated. We are just a group of kids, we haven’t graduated yet, and we just won a school trial. How come we have anything to do with the fate of mankind?

Zheng Feng himself reacted abruptly, "Huh? Uh..."

What am I talking about?

I'm only eleven years old?

What's wrong with me?

Looking at Ding Hu and the other instructors who were so close and shocked by him, Zheng Feng scratched his head in embarrassment when he realized something was wrong.

He was puzzled.

These words did come from his own mouth.

He is also very clear about the thinking process in his mind when he organizes language.

At the time, he really didn't think there was any problem with it. The whole process came naturally and naturally.

But after he finished speaking and quickly calmed down, he felt that something was wrong.

"Brother Hu, there are other games the day after tomorrow, so there's no need for a celebration party or anything like that, right? We're quite tired, so we're going back to rest. Goodbye!"

The situation was too embarrassing, Zheng Feng decided to run away, and ran away as soon as he said it, leaving only Ding Hu and other instructors and other participating children staring at each other, not knowing whether to praise his "passionate" declaration. , I still laughed at his "arrogant talk" that made him look like a little kid.

After returning home, Zheng Feng hurriedly read a lot of psychology books.

He was worried that there was something wrong with his brain.

Naturally nothing is gained.

At this time, Zheng Feng did not know that a large group of people were listening to his "lofty words" over and over again and conducting various in-depth analyses.

Emmanuel Petus, who has profound knowledge in history, literature and psychology, set the tone of the discussion.

"Based on Zheng Feng's current age and the information he has access to, these words are obviously unreasonable. Now we have determined that the sage has placed his trust in Zheng Feng, but we are not sure whether Zheng Feng will continue He grew up and awakened his memory to become a sage, but the sage Chen Feng 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 person who spoke is Zheng Feng, but it can be said that he is not Zheng Feng. The content of these words is too large, and it obviously refers to more than just the Flying Tigers. His real audience is all mankind. , it’s us and the current ruling class of the empire.”

Based on the above remarks, 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 Zheng Feng's motivation for speaking, to the mechanism of brain thinking when speaking, to what intention he expressed, and so on.

If we want to use written papers as a carrier to describe it, it would be Zheng Feng's words that produced the highest-level academic treatises in the empire with a total volume of hundreds of millions of words.

While the rigorous academic discussion outside was in full swing, the instigator Zheng Feng himself was in a state of exhaustion due to the high-intensity use of his brain in recent days.

There was a buzzing in my head, and I didn't know who was talking, and I couldn't even hear what it was. It seemed like simple tinnitus.

The frequency of Morrowind 2 images also increased further, from once every few minutes to once every tens of seconds.

Zheng Feng didn't understand what this meant at all.

In this case, he accepted the advice of Teacher Xiaowei in the cramming artifact and tried to empty his mind, not thinking about any problems, and stopped reading. He only turned on the power of the sleep quality enhancer in the artifact to improve sleep efficiency to the maximum. , trying to have a deep and dark sleep.

But he failed and fell into the pain of insomnia that he should not have entered from every angle, including his current age, genetic arousal, and physical fitness.

He tossed and turned on the bed, tossing and turning, closing and opening his eyes, opening and closing them again. Sometimes he would actively stretch his brows, but they would always wrinkle them again unconsciously, and he could not fall asleep for a long time.

The stars that were spying in the dark were frightened.

At this moment, Fanxing received a small request from Zheng Feng himself.

He requested a song, "Sleepwalking Virgo", one of the masterpieces of music master Zhong Lei from thousands of years ago.

A miracle happened.

Accompanied by the melodious music and Zhong Lei's perfect voice, Zheng Feng's originally chaotic breathing quickly became rhythmic, and the tight skin on his face slowly relaxed.

After a long time, only the sound of smooth breathing and the gently echoing single loop of "Sleepwalking Virgo" were left in the room.

Since his birth, Zheng Feng has seldom 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, waved goodbye to the Milky Way, and then stepped on the bridge built by music to wander through every corner of the vast and magnificent Virgo Super Galaxy Cluster.

Sometimes he landed on the surface of the bright red planet, looking up at the dark blue scorching sun rising into the sky; sometimes he stood beside the colorful nebula belt, stretching out his fingers to stir the rainbow-like radiation clouds; sometimes he stood on top of the huge starry sky beast, Traveling for hundreds of millions of miles, leaving behind streaks of brilliant particle clouds along the way...

In this dream, he gained the greatest freedom.