I Really Didn’t Want to be a Savior

As we all know, more than 80% of the educational resources in the entire Lieyang 3 galaxy are accumulated on Star 7.

At the same time, the Lieyang 3 galaxy is the one with the highest level of scientific research and education and the strongest comprehensive strength among the countless human hidden bases surrounding the Genting Star Region.

Therefore, the qualifying selection within the First Pioneer Academy is in a sense the selection of the No. 7 star seed team, and may also be regarded as the half-seed selection of the Genting Star Region.

The Flying Tigers' direct competitors include more than 800 junior classes with a total of more than 25,000 students.

Most of the classes are professional classes that focus on participation and pursue "friendship first, competition second". The meaning of participating in this competition is to experience war.

Under normal circumstances, humans do not need outstanding talents in other professional fields to work part-time as soldiers.

First, this is a waste of talent. Secondly, professional soldiers, especially those in combat positions, have extremely high quality requirements. It is difficult for ordinary people to do this.

Even those in Zheng Feng's Flying Tigers class who were once "crooked melons and cracked jujubes" actually stood out among ordinary people.

The little flying tigers will be eliminated from the original class and fall into the dust, just because the competitors around them are too strong.

All in all, there are two hundred combat order classes that pose a direct threat to the Flying Tigers.

Ding Hu walked around in the teaching and research group office a little restlessly, his feet almost sparking from friction with the ground.

He turned his head to look at the projection on the office wall from time to time, and scratched his scalp from time to time.

I really can't blame him for not being able to keep his temper, it really makes him confused if he cares.

Ding Hu knew how much effort the Flying Tigers had put in and gained a lot in the past three days, but he just couldn't control the anxiety in his heart, just like an old father who wanted to send his daughter off to get married in ancient times.

"Chief Ding, please stop dangling around like this. Whether you are anxious or not does not change the outcome."

A female teacher who was also in the office persuaded with a smile.

Ding Hu sat down and said, "I know, I just can't take care of myself. I'm sorry."

"Chief Ding, you are now in charge of the entire armored combatant teaching department. You are too partial to one."

"Yes, Chief Ding, you see that the classes we are in charge of have also participated, but none of them are as excited as you. This is not the first time for the army competition. The content of the assessment is very comprehensive. Basically, at the beginning of the competition This result was already determined before."

"So it's better to calm down and take a look at the simulation results given by the mastermind. They are basically the same."

Everyone in the office was talking to each other. Although they didn't mean to try to push Ding Hu away, Brother Hu still felt a little ashamed.

As a spiritual young man from the distant primitive galaxy - the solar system, I accidentally behaved like a country bumpkin.

But he quickly regained his composure, blaming his lack of composure on being led into the ditch by Zheng Feng and having the seal of the destiny covenant shaken.

After clearing up his mood, Ding Hu also focused on looking at the projection on the office wall.

At this time, there are countless codes representing different teams that are changing alternately in synchronous simulation operations.

Before every empire-wide competition, Mastermind Fanxing's children will conduct a preview of all participating teams based on the huge amount of information collected in advance.

This can give commanders at all levels who are watching the competition process and preparing to select recruits an advance reference. They can determine their needs in advance based on their own army establishment, level and key manpower gaps, and then make targeted decisions based on the simulation results provided by Fanxing. Focus on observation to figure out whether the talented newcomer can form a good chemical reaction with his existing soldiers.

It can be roughly understood this way. The elite troops in the military can focus on those elite classes or talented boys and girls who are highly rated by Fanxing early. Ordinary special operations troops know that they cannot compete with the elite troops, so they will focus on those sub-levels. , but there is also something outstanding about him, and he is a little guy worth cultivating.

Even in the intermediate classes of primary school, the military has contacted the school in advance to intervene in the teaching project remotely and cultivate the specific abilities of the little ones in certain aspects in advance.

After about thirty seconds, the list on the projection screen stopped changing, indicating that the simulation of the stars was over.

The teachers began to comment on the list with great interest.

Those who find that they are at the top of an outstanding class in which they are responsible for being a class teacher will naturally feel proud.

Ding Hu looked at it for a moment, and his heart dropped.

Although the Flying Tigers failed to rank in the top ten, they were barely on the tail end of the 20 qualifying spots for the primary school level of First Pioneer Academy.

Well, it ranks 19th.

Brother Hu had a fatherly smile on his face.

Stable.

"Hey! Flying Tigers!"

There was a sudden cry of surprise from the crowd.

"The Flying Tigers belong to the class of Zheng Feng, right? This is too exaggerated. How can he be in the top 19?"

"There must be a miscalculation somewhere? Is there something wrong with the parameter entry?"

"Let me take a look."

"No problem, that's weird."

There were sounds of surprise in the office again.

Ding Hu felt uncomfortable hearing this.

But he couldn't say anything. After all, the confidentiality level of Zheng Feng's training status seemed to be quite high, and others were not qualified to check it.

These people also thought that the new editions of textbooks produced by Ding Hu were due to Ding Hu himself, and they did not know that Zheng Feng had put a lot of effort into them.

Although Brother Hu was unhappy at this time, he could only hum in his heart.

Pooh! A bunch of short-sighted people who look down upon others.

At this time, the oldest old man stood in the corner of the crowd.

The old man leaned towards Ding Hu like a thief, and gently poked Ding Hu with his elbow, "Don't pay attention to their nonsense. They don't know anything."

Ding Hu looked at the old man in astonishment, "Well, that's right. Senior is right. Thank you, senior."

This old man only transferred to the armor teaching department last year, and he didn't take any specific class. He usually hangs around in the office, plays online, and helps other young and middle-aged instructors deal with some difficult and complicated diseases from time to time.

It is said that the old man is a second-generation member of the Unknown Fleet. He was also a very fierce warrior when he was young. Now that he is old and has retired from the army, he has joined the First Pioneer Academy to serve as a teacher and use his spare energy.

The old man was in a very mysterious department before, but he retired to the regular teaching department last year.

Brother Hu didn't know that the old man was one of the members of the sage plan working group in the college whose mentality was shattered by Zheng Feng.

But the old man also made a mistake. He thought that Ding Hu had also entered the sage plan. Seeing that others looked down on the reincarnation of the sage, he thought that he and Ding Hu could have something in common, so he came up and said one more thing.

Fortunately, the old man had received very professional confidentiality training and did not reveal the important secrets of the sage's plan in front of Ding Hu.

"Chief Ding, Zheng Feng's Flying Tigers are ranked so high, what do you think?"

The female teacher who spoke earlier stretched her neck and said with a cheerful laugh to Ding Hu, who was standing behind the crowd.

Ding Hu rolled his eyes, "Zheng Feng's Flying Tigers are my Flying Tigers! Give me some face, no matter whether it's successful or not. Since the mastermind has said so, let's just believe it, cough cough."

Everyone covered their mouths and laughed again, extremely tacitly understanding.

While they were chatting, the screen finally turned again on the projection screen.

As the first-round participating teams, 40 teams, including the Flying Tigers, have been put into the first round with physical simulation equipment.

This grouping model is very scientific, not purely random, but based on preliminary screening based on different strength ratings.

In this big battlefield, 40 teams will be eliminated, 36 will be eliminated, and the remaining 4 will enter the next round.

"Hey! Now it's fun. This is the chicken-fighting mode that most tests the comprehensive strength of the special operations team!"

Someone at the front of the crowd said this.

Ding Hu frowned fiercely.

Done! Zheng Feng had never led the Flying Tigers to practice the chicken game mode of picking up junk and assembling equipment.