There Is No Afterlife

Argos finally stopped laughing and looked at Olivia again.

He suddenly raised his right hand.

I raised this cockroach. "Argos suddenly said a word without any end. He subconsciously followed his words and looked at the palm of his hand - there was nothing there.

Olivia was stunned.

Believe it or not, as long as I say this, from now on, no one will dare to step on the cockroaches in the entire college. "

Even if it crawled onto their faces, no one dared to move. "

If someone secretly wants to do something to the poor little cockroach passing by, someone will definitely stop him, and someone will secretly report it to me. "

Just like just now, you just came into the medical room and someone immediately told me the news. "

He slumped on the sofa very comfortably. Argos's sitting posture was completely out of compliance with the regulations, but no one dared to jump out and accuse him.

He sat there and smiled lazily, with naked arrogance in his smile.

Then, he stretched out his long arms and waved his hands, and the projection in front of Olivia disappeared instantly.

Olivia then turned around again, her face as normal. Argos' words just now seemed not to have any impact on him, but——

Olivia, your heart is beating so fast. Do you want the medical officer to check it out? "Mengmeng looked up at Olivia blankly.

Shut up. "Coldly asking Mengmeng to remain silent, Olivia felt herself getting more and more excited.

Yes, excited.

He was almost trembling with excitement at the thought of what he was about to do.

***

After the projection disappeared, the wall turned white again.

Without putting on the cute pajamas, Argos lay on the sofa with his upper body naked.

There are always so many ignorant fools... There are no mixed-race Kantas in this world... yet! "

If it is, it is, if it is not, it is not, the world of Kantas is super simple~"

☆、Chapter 64

For a cub that was just over three months old, Dajiao's injuries were too serious. But fortunately, they were using the most high-end medical equipment today. After a whole night of repairs, when the first ray of sunlight shone into the medical room, it opened its eyes.

The first thing he did when he opened his eyes was that Dajiao gnawed and ate the oxygen tube in his mouth.

Ahhhh! This thing cannot be eaten! "Not only did he neglect the little thing who was named by the dean in the repair warehouse, but it was very important." The medical officer also stayed up all night. Dajiao's every move was under his close observation. Now Dajiao's behavior of chewing off the oxygen tube is a big deal. He was terrified!

quick! Open the repair compartment quickly, or you'll drown if it's too late! "With a roar, a group of nurses rushed over to help. However, the repair compartment was not easy to open. They had to destroy a part before opening it. However, after opening it, the people in white coats were dumbfounded again -

In just a moment, Dajiao drank up all the repair fluid in the cell repair chamber!

The small body was lying on the bottom of the warehouse, and Dajiao was licking the bottom of the warehouse. Only a small pool of repair fluid was left. Under the watchful eyes of all the medical staff, after a little effort, these last few drops of repair fluid were gone.

It burped.

This, this, this is the cell repair solution that was just put in! The repair fluid in such a repair warehouse is worth five million farads! "Probably too shocked, the leading medical officer was stunned for a full minute. With a long wailing sound, he frantically covered his head.

Olivia strode past the messy medical officer, lowered her head, and stared intently at the big horn at the bottom of the barn that was still licking her little paw.

As if noticing his father's gaze, Dajiao slowly raised his head, his big round eyes carefully looked at Olivia above his head, and he made a timid moo.

Opening her arms, Olivia picked it up and gently poked its little nose. The little guy snorted immediately.

At this point, Olivia finally showed a smile.

Although Dajiao's body has been repaired, there are still marks on his skin. The originally uniform brown skin has become darker and lighter. At first glance, it looks like he has been patched.

It is still small, and these will grow slowly. The newly repaired organs are still a little weak, but they will get better soon. After all, they just drank five million farads of cell repair fluid——" The medical officer is obviously still worried about the repair fluid that Dajiao drank. Although he was pregnant, he was still very conscientious when exchanging nursing instructions with Olivia.

But I have to tell you: its horns may not grow back. The broken place happened to be the part of the growth base. This little dragon's horn may only be able to maintain this length. "

As he said that, the medical officer shook his head with regret. Even though modern medicine has become very advanced, there are still some injuries that cannot be completely cured.

For wild species, horns are very important weapons and props for attracting the opposite sex. However, since this one is domesticated, as long as

As long as you keep it, there won't be any problems. "

……I see. "Holding the heavy horn, Olivia listened carefully to what the medical officer said.

The medical officer saw that he accepted it well and finally breathed a sigh of relief. After spending a night together, he had a good impression of this young man who cared about his pet very much, so when he sent him away, he couldn't help but say more. A few words.

I don't know what kind of dragon your dragon is, but judging from its size, I guess it will grow very big in the future. In this case, it will be very inappropriate to keep it in the dormitory in the future. "

Olivia looked at the medical officer for the first time: short, curly brown hair lying on his head, eyes of the same color, and slightly drooped eyebrows made him look very kind, and his appearance was very good. He is young, but the slight circles in the corners of his eyes remind others that his actual age may not be young anymore.

This is an older vegetarian dragon - Olivia has long recognized his identity.

Startled by Olivia's too sharp gaze, the medical officer hurriedly said: I'm not suggesting that you get rid of your pet. This is a precious species that the dean has taken care of! I just wanted to make a suggestion..."

you say. Olivia continued to look at him and asked in a deep voice.

Well, I'm just making a suggestion, a suggestion. "Although he didn't know why he felt a little weak when being stared at by such a small cub, he tugged on his robe and told himself that he couldn't get stage fright, then he raised his head and looked at Olivia again.

Are you a freshman this year? You are living in a dormitory now, with five people sharing a suite. When the military training is over, you will move to a three-person dormitory. Although it is slightly better, the space is still not big enough. In order to allow students to adapt to the collective life of the army, the college has always arranged it this way. "

There's only one kind of dormitory big enough for you to keep...this big horn. "Looking at the big horn huddled in Olivia's arms, the medical officer wanted to touch it, but Olivia held the big horn and hid. He retracted his fingers in embarrassment and continued:

In the Imperial Academy, the dormitory of the chief student of each class is the largest. It is far away from the dormitories of ordinary students. It is a large independent house. The yard outside can run away with a brontosaurus. People who want to keep large pets It couldn't be a better place to live! "

I think... it would be great if you could live there..." After scratching his head, the medical officer finally finished his words. But he regretted it after he finished speaking:

It's too simple to say. Is it so easy to be the student chief of every session? Then you have to become the leader of all students in that year!

There is only one requirement for becoming chief, and that is "qiáng"!

As the premier military academy in the empire, over the past thousand years, this academy has produced five marshals, eleven generals, twenty lieutenant generals and forty major generals. In all the previous military departments of the empire, the number of officers who came from the Imperial Military Academy overwhelmingly outnumbered those who came from various other channels.

There is no place in this world that values ​​factions more than a behemoth like the Imperial Ministry.

Almost on the first day of officially joining the army, everyone must start preparing to take sides. Whichever faction you join is bound to make you an enemy of one or even several other factions. The word "faction" is like a brand, deeply imprinted on their resumes and at the same time imprinted on their hearts.

In the process of faction selection, the term "contemporary" came into being.

People who join the army in the same year, the same instructor, the same army...the same period are often the easiest to establish relationships with. The same environment and experiences make it easier for them to have the same views on things.

There is no more natural ally than one of the same generation." This was a nonsense spoken by a certain general after he was drunk. Although he smiled and took the incident away afterwards, this sentence eventually spread.

Everyone thinks so.

However, after more and more officers with academic background entered the military, the concept of the same period was re-expanded, and finally, it was extended to the student days of the officers.

Graduating from the same school, graduating from the same class - these "officers of the same period" often end up falling into the same camp. Against this background, in the past hundred years, major military academies have finally formed an educational philosophy centered on "chief" .

The strongest students in each class are collectively called "chief", and they can directly command all students in that class.

Not students from a certain department, but all students from all departments in that session.

The entire class of students is like a miniature military headquarters. According to different departments, students belong to different branches of the military and different departments. The person in charge of all branches of the military is the marshal of this miniature military headquarters—the chief.

The chief's will will eventually become the will of all students in that class; the choice of the chief will also become the choice of all students in that class.