People are sailing: the combat power ceiling at the beginning

"Sorry, boss, I didn't find the ghost spider and caused you trouble.

Lanz looked at Moser with a guilty look on his face.

"It doesn't matter, as long as that kid stays in the Naval Academy for another day, he can't run away, don't worry."

Moser smiled, not blaming Lanz at all.

Lanz clenched his fists and made up his mind to catch this ghost spider and beat him up!

Although Moser didn't blame himself, he felt very guilty for not handling things for the boss. Flying

Squirrel and Fire Mountain, who were standing by, saw Lanz like this, and couldn't help but worry about Ghost Spider.

But there was no way,"060" after all, this was Ghost Spider's own decision.

And now they are Moser's younger brothers, and there is really no way to help Ghost Spider.

The next day, at dawn, the school sounded a whistle for assembly.

After hearing the whistle, all the students got up one after another, not daring to delay.

Flying Squirrel, Fire Mountain and others were also awakened by the whistle, and then immediately got up to wash.

As a result, seeing that Moser and others were still sleeping, after hesitating for a while, the flying squirrel still walked over and woke Moser up.

"Boss, get up quickly. This is the school assembly whistle. After hearing the whistle, all students must gather at the school grounds within ten minutes."

At this time, Moser also woke up, rubbed his eyes sleepily, and felt a little irritated.

He was woken up early in the morning and was about to get angry.

Suddenly, he thought that he seemed to be no longer in Fengche Village. He reacted immediately.

Looking at Huoshaoshan and the others who were busy washing up, Moser couldn't help but think of the days when he was in junior high school and did morning exercises. He couldn't help but sighed.

"Damn, it's been so many years, I didn't expect to go to school again, I really miss it!"

After so many years, Moser still felt it was quite fresh to experience campus life again, so he got up.

A few minutes later, the school field was full of people.

At this time, on the high platform in front, the instructors of the Naval Academy stood in a row.

A general with a short haircut stood on the high platform and gave a speech.

"As justice on the sea, our navy must eliminate evil and promote good, and take it as our duty to eliminate all pirates.………"

Crackling, crackling, saying a lot

""Tsk, what's going on, how long is this guy going to finish talking?"

Moser, who was below, stretched out his hands and yawned, his face full of impatience and fatigue.

After the initial feeling of nostalgia passed, Moser regretted it a little.

He got up early in the morning and listened to the instructor talking nonsense, and he kept talking.

Finally, Moser couldn't stand it anymore and fell asleep standing up.

The students around him all looked at him strangely.

After a few minutes, the teacher finally finished reading the manuscript and retreated.

Then, another teacher came up and said seriously:"Now, let me announce something.

Yesterday, a very bad thing happened in our school.

There was a freshman who not only beat up his classmates on the first day of school, but also spoke rudely to the instructor and fought. He was simply disrespectful and lawless!

This behavior seriously violated the regulations of our school and is absolutely not allowed.

This matter must be dealt with seriously and will not be tolerated! (To read the most exciting novels, go to Faloo Novel Network!)

Now, the freshmen whose names I read out, immediately come to the stage, reflect on themselves in front of all the teachers and students in the school, and make a public apology."

Hearing this news, the lower-class students immediately knew who they were talking about.

While being surprised, their eyes could not help but look at Moser and Lanz.

Originally, I thought that Lanz would not be punished.

I didn't expect that he would have to reflect on himself and apologize.[]

But this kind of punishment seems too light, not painful at all.

Many students are still dissatisfied and even think that the school is unfair.

They can't help but complain in a low voice.

The instructor glanced at the students in the audience with a sharp gaze, and those students were so scared that they shut their mouths and dared not say anything.

After seeing the audience quiet down, the instructor continued to read on the podium:"Monch D. Moser, Lanz, Hendal, these two students come to the stage now."

However, after waiting for a while, no one came to the stage.

The instructor thought it was because he shouted too softly just now. He increased the volume and shouted again,"Monch D. Moser, Lanz Hendal, these two students come to the stage now, hurry up!"

As a result......

Still the same, no one came up after I called out

"Asshole! Monkey D. Moser, Lanz, Hendal, I give you one minute to get on the stage!"

This time, the instructor was furious and shouted directly.

Unfortunately, no one responded, as if the instructor was performing a one-man show.

The strange looks of the students below the stage made the instructor feel a little hot and a little embarrassed.

He quickly glanced at the instructor holding a blackboard stick next to him.

The instructor holding the blackboard stick immediately understood, nodded silently, then walked down the stairs and came to the student team.

After a glance, it was discovered that Moser had fallen asleep while standing.

He didn't listen to what the instructor on the stage said at all.

Lanz, who always followed Moser's lead, saw that the boss didn't go up, so he naturally didn't go up either. 0.2 Seeing this scene, the instructor's face suddenly turned red with anger

""What a jerk!"

Seeing these two guys disrespecting their instructors, the instructor holding the teaching stick suddenly became angry. Without thinking, he suddenly swung the teaching stick in his hand and slammed it towards Moser's face!

"Snapped......"

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