Traveling Through the Stars

The whole morning, the fighting class was very idle.

Luo Bi was puzzled. The main instructor and the main tutor did not come. What were they doing?

Luo Bi asked Guan Tingting. Guan Tingting lowered her head and played with the small optical computer. She shook her head in confusion: "I don't know."

Later, Luo Bi wanted to chat, but the little girl lowered her head and continued to play with the small optical computer. Luo Bi had to give up. She was lively and fresh in class. She would not focus on playing with the small optical computer.

During the break, when Wu Cheng passed by, Luo Bi took the opportunity to ask: "Is there no one in charge? Doesn't the fighting class want it anymore?!"

The fighting class is at the bottom of the class, comparable to the Xingyu class next to it. Anyway, they are all at the bottom. This time you are at the bottom, and next time I am at the bottom. The kind that can't be helped up.

The fighting class is not valued in the Talent Academy, but you can't ignore it? !

This posture, Luo Bi can't help but think too much.

Wu Cheng was young, but his face was not good. He pretended to be worried and said, "Our instructor went to see the general and had no time to come to the class."

So, it's not that no one wants the fighting class.

Wu Cheng didn't say it very clearly. Luo Bi guessed that the instructor Lin Yanchong was dissatisfied with giving him a bunch of little kids, so he went to see the imperial general who was in charge of the talent academy.

He went to find him. Luo Bi was slacking off in the class, sitting in his seat and looking around.

A child took out fruit to eat, chewing it in small bites. The naughty kid rushed over and snatched the fruit. The child was stunned, with a confused look on his face. Obviously, he didn't expect that the food he was eating could be snatched away.

The naughty kid grabbed the fruit and ate it as a matter of course.

Luo Bi took a deep breath and frowned. This naughty kid challenged Luo Bi's patience too much. He should kick him. He flipped the little notebook in his heart and counted it as Lan Rui.

Still saying that it's worry-free? All of them are worry-free, okay?

It saves the intrigue, and it's better to just want to rob directly.

At least he is rational. This brat is a bit crazy no matter how you look at it.

He is the kind of person who doesn't listen to reason and doesn't obey even if he is beaten.

During the break, students from other classes came to sneer: "The bottom is the bottom, and it's called the fighting class. If it is still at the bottom in a few days, the name of the fighting class should be changed."

"The scum class is still worthy of fighting?"

The brat rushed forward and tore with the mocking little thunder and flame warrior.

Xue Zhijiao and Wu Cheng immediately stepped forward to separate them. It was really irritating that other classes laughed at them, but the brat was not afraid of anything. Xue Zhijiao and others saw it and couldn't help but think more.

This brat must not stay in the fighting class. He is straight and crazy. You talk to him and he doesn't listen at all. Xue Zhijiao and Wu Cheng pulled the brat away and left in a hurry.

The fighting class was not taken seriously and was always at the bottom. Before noon, the families of the fighting class students heard about the situation of the fighting class, and the families could not sit still.

It was originally at the bottom, and no one looked down on it. Now they stuffed the youngest students into the fighting class.

The families of the students could not help but get angry. It didn't matter that the students were young. As long as they had strong genes and high talents, they would have a promising future when they grew up. But the problem was that everyone knew the conspiracy.

When the students needed to be cultivated with great effort, no class wanted them. When the fighting class released interstellar coins and spent time to raise the students, naturally, some classes would grab them. All classes had the good idea of ​​sitting back and enjoying the fruits of others' labor.