Chapter 693: Sleepwalking Virgo

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It is struggling frantically, trying to break out of its cocoon.
Zheng Feng's brain was buzzing, not to mention the problem of concentrating and thinking, and even organizing the language to speak took all his energy.
It is impossible to ask him to make suggestions.
Matta Nicklaus was unwilling to say: "Captain, stop joking, we are playing now!"
Zheng Feng had already sat down cross-legged, without saying a word, as if I had decided.
Mata, Li Qingqing, Edgar, Punkert, Morrison and others looked at each other.
It's over.
The captain is here for real.
It's no wonder that yesterday he had a whim to do "on-hook" training, it turned out to be a long-term plan.
"Well, it looks like we really need 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 deputy captain, we should obey Mata's command."
Morrison: "But Edgar's comprehensive strength is second only to the captain in our team! Edgar should have the final say!"
Jane: "A good commander doesn't rely on his fists! Many good generals don't know how to drive armor! What's the use of a simple mind with well-developed limbs?"
Already... began to quarrel.
Upon seeing this, the teachers inside the academy were also confused by Monk Zhang Er.
The relevant personnel of the Xianzhe Project and bystanders such as Zhou Donglai were equally confused.
At this time, Lev, who had always been taciturn in the team, approached Zheng Feng, and said in a huff, "Captain, I accept your arrangement, but I think you should give us a more convincing reason."
Zheng Feng reluctantly opened his eyes, took a look at Lev, then looked over there and finally stopped arguing, watching his players.
He felt it too.
If the situation is left unchecked, I am afraid that the elimination of the Flying Tigers is a certainty.
Zheng Feng wondered, I'm afraid he must say something.
But at this time, almost all of his mind was in chaos, only a little light was left.
Relying on this light, he was blessed to his soul and said: "My goal is not a mere trial within an academy, nor a mere trial on Planet 7. I want to take you out of the tenth battle zone and stand in the entire empire. On the highest stage, there is a reputation there. So we have to continue to win. To achieve this goal, the level you have shown before is far from enough."
"It is impossible to 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 idiotic at the beginning. I barely took you to the Genting war zone. It’s not very interesting in the trials in China, it will only make it even more embarrassing to lose. Do you understand what I mean?"
After speaking, Zheng Feng closed his eyes again.
This time he was completely closed to death.
Lev looked back at the crowd, but didn't say anything. He walked out of the crowd with his head dull, and opened the task manual in front of him.
Edgar glanced at Mata with a slight twist, then turned back and slapped Morrison's head in the next moment, "Just you talk a lot! Captain Mata, leave it to you."
Mata nodded, "Okay."
They suddenly realized that Zheng Feng's "real" intentions.
It's worthy of being the captain, so foresight.
The shock of thought at this moment made them complete their transformation.
Five minutes later, Mata completed the preparation of the action plan and clicked the start button.
The 29 flying tigers disappeared from the preparation site and entered the first tough task.
A few days ago, when Zheng Feng began to take the Flying Tigers for special training, the average strength of the little guys had increased significantly, catching up with the ordinary combat class of the academy.
Now it is nearly a week later. In the first round of the game the day before yesterday, the players have gone through a bad start, exerted strength in the mid-term, and crushed in the later period.
In terms of ability, the day before yesterday’s game brought some improvement to the Flying Tigers, but the real change was the mentality.
Those who were once eliminated regained their confidence.
They have realized that in fact "I can".
Now, they put aside their grievances and selfishness, determined to prove themselves in front of Zheng Feng, and at the same time yearned and coveted the highest stage.
Now that the captain said so, let's try it.
We will be the same as the captain, bearish life and death, bearish outcome, and do our best without regrets.
With such a state of mind, the small bodies of these three-year-old children whose mental age and IQ are inconsistent burst out with amazing energy.
Thirty-three hours later, the Flying Tigers passed the line with a ranking of 19 out of 80 teams.
When the results of the selection were received, the extremely exhausted little guys looked incredulous, as if they were dreaming.
More than 800 classes of the same grade and the 19th place among more than 200 battle sequence classes meant that without Zheng Feng, they had changed from being eliminated to the elite of the academy.
In addition, the other teams have a full team of 30 people, and they are always 29 people fighting!
It's not just the little guys who are surprised.
Ding Hu and other teachers were also lost in thought.
Everyone recalled the simulated ranking given to the Flying Tigers by the main brain before the game, which was 19th.
At that time, some people thought it was overestimated, but Ding Hu thought it was underestimated.
Ding Hu understands now.
So this 19th place prediction has such a meaning?
Did the master know from the very beginning that Zheng Summit was lying flat in the final stage of the trials?
Everyone in the Flying Tigers walked out of the simulation cockpit, Ding Hu and the head teacher of the other nineteen pay-line teams quickly stepped forward.
At this time, many members of the Flying Tigers stood in front of Zheng Feng.
Although the little guys are exhausted physically and mentally, they are neatly lined up, with their heads high and proud.
After all, it is a juvenile character.
"Captain, are we okay?"
Edgar Julian wiped the sweat off his forehead and said cheerfully.
Mata also looked at Zheng Feng with worshipful eyes.
As today's acting commander, Matta Nicklaus fulfilled his accusations well.
The strange thing is that even though Zheng Feng stayed at the starting point for the whole process, the old monk entered concentration, did not say a word, did not do anything, but Mata had the illusion that he was present all the time.
Whenever she needed to make a decision, she would ask herself, "If it were the captain, what would he do?"
After asking the question, her mind will reminisce at a very fast speed what has happened since Zheng Feng began to take up the role of captain, led the Flying Tigers training and then participated in the competition.
Afterwards, Mata was able to find a reference for every decision made by Zheng Feng, as well as his inner heart movements in everything he completed under his orders.
This is not a complicated logical reasoning, and the speed of thinking is also fast, but it runs through the entire game today.
Mata knew that everyone else was the same.
Even the most dishonest Edgar Julian, in the face of every important decision, he can't help but think back to what he did under Zheng Feng's order before, and then follow his previous action style. Execution, and to prove that you can do it better.
No one can deny an objective fact.
That was Zheng Feng, who was obviously lying flat today, but his presence was still strong, even stronger than the day before yesterday.
Zheng Feng looked at the little players who looked up at him, and wondered if he should say something.
Since leaving the virtual space, he feels a little better, the noise in his head is not so loud, and the frequency of Morrowind 2 appears a bit lower, which can be considered to be able to organize language a little.
"It's really good." Zheng Feng smiled and nodded, "It was beyond my expectation."
But he immediately changed the subject, "But it is reasonable, so don't expect me to praise you."
"Uh……"
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 tasks. The struggle you will experience is continuous and long-term. , Maybe even eternal."
"While I am here, I can show you the direction and attack the city. I can deal with the strongest enemy and solve the problems that you can't solve. But life cannot be eternal, accidents will always exist. One day, either You enter the battlefield, join other teams, or you yourself have grown to be a commander. In short, I am no longer by your side. Or, we are in a situation where I can't do anything."
"When I can no longer be relied on by you, what should you do? Just stay weak, or give up struggling? Enemies or opponents will not show mercy to you because you show weakness. Society will not wait for you, in the game Our competitors will not wait for you, and the enemy will not wait for you."
"You only have one choice. Remember what I taught you, how I did it, and then do everything you should do to complete my unfinished business. As long as humanity exists for one day, then our story is It will not end."
The others in the Flying Tigers were stunned.
What is this?
What the captain said at the beginning seemed to be the same, making them feel the same, but how come the later, the more wrong the words are?
Especially the last sentence is the most exaggerated. We are just a group of children, we have not graduated yet, and we only won an intramural trial. How could it have something to do with the destiny of mankind?
Zheng Feng himself reacted abruptly, "Huh? Uh..."
What am i talking about?
Am I only eleven years old?
What's wrong with me?
Seeing Ding Hu and the other instructors who were so close at hand that he was shocked, Zheng Feng scratched his head in embarrassment when he realized that something was wrong.
He was puzzled.
These words really came from my own mouth.
He is also very aware of the thinking process in his mind when he organizes the language.
At that time, he really didn't think there was any problem with this. The whole process was a matter of course.
But when he finished speaking and calmed down quickly, he felt that something was wrong.
"Brother Tiger, there are other games the day after tomorrow, don't you need to have celebration parties? We are very tired, so we will go back to rest. Goodbye!"
The situation was too embarrassing, Zheng Feng decided to escape and ran after he really said it, leaving only Ding Hu and other instructors and other participating children with big eyes and small eyes. He didn't know that he should give his "hot blood" declaration like praise. , Still laughed at the "big words" of his ass.
When he returned home, Zheng Feng hurriedly read many psychology books.
He was worried whether there was something wrong with his brain.
Naturally there is nothing.
At this time, Zheng Feng didn't know that a large group of people were listening to his "brilliant rhetoric" over and over again, conducting various in-depth analysis.
Immanuel Botto, who has a profound knowledge of history, literature and psychology, set the tone for the discussion.
"In terms of Zheng Feng's current age and the level of information he can access, the appearance of these remarks is obviously unreasonable. Now we have determined that the philosophers have been entrusted to Zheng Feng, but we are not sure whether Zheng Feng will continue. Growing up and awakening his memory to become a sage, Chen Feng, who was still in his body, suddenly awakened and replaced the personality that originally belonged to Zheng Feng."
"For the above reasons, I think that the speaker is Zheng Feng, but it can also be said that he is not Zheng Feng. The content of this remark is too big, and the object of reference is obviously not only the Flying Tigers. His real audience is all mankind. , It’s us and the current imperial ruler class."
On the basis of the above remarks, the core members of the Xianzhe Project had a broad and in-depth discussion with the imperial leadership including Zhou Donglai and Andre, and interpreted Zheng Feng's words from various angles.
From Zheng Feng's motivation to speak, the brain's thinking mechanism when speaking, to what intention he expressed, and so on.
If you want to use text papers as the carrier to describe, it is Zheng Feng's words that produced the highest-level academic treatises in the empire with a total of hundreds of millions of words.
Just as the rigorous academic discussion outside was in full swing, the initiator Zheng Feng himself fell into a state of exhaustion because of the intense use of his brain over the past few days.
There was a buzzing in my head, and I didn't know who was talking, and I couldn't hear what it was. It was like pure tinnitus.
The frequency of appearance of the Morrowind 2 screen has also increased, from once every few minutes to once every tens of seconds.
Zheng Feng didn't understand what this meant.
In this case, he accepted the suggestion of teacher Xiaowei in the artifact, UU reading www.uukanshu.com, try to empty the brain, not thinking about any problems, and no longer reading books, just put the artifact in the artifact to improve sleep efficiency. The power of the mass intensifier was turned on to its maximum, trying to get a deep sleep in the dark.
But he failed, and he fell into insomnia that he should not enter from every angle of his age, genetic arousal, and physical fitness.
He tossed and turned on the bed, tossing and turning, his eyes closed and opened, opened and closed, and sometimes stretched his brows, but he would always wrinkle again unconsciously, and could not sleep for a long time.
The stars spying secretly were shocked.
At this moment, Fanxing received a small request from Zheng Feng himself.
He ordered a song, one of the masterpieces of music master Zhong Lei a thousand years ago-"Sleepwalking Virgo".
A miracle happened.
Accompanied by the melodious music and Zhong Lei's perfect voice, Zheng Feng's originally disordered breathing quickly became rhythmic, and the tight skin on his face slowly relaxed.
After a long time, only the smooth breathing and the gently reverberating "Sleepwalking Virgo" single loop remained in the room.
Since his birth, Zheng Feng has rarely dreamed.
But this time, he had a very beautiful, big dream.
He dreamed that he had become a free soul that could cross time and space, waved goodbye to the Milky Way, and then stepped on the bridge built by music, wandering in every corner of the vast and magnificent Virgo super galaxy cluster.
Sometimes he fell on the surface of the red planet, looking up at the deep blue sun rising into the sky; sometimes standing beside the colorful nebula belt, stretched out his fingers to move the rainbow-like radiation cloud; sometimes stood on the head of a giant star behemoth, Running for hundreds of thousands of miles, leaving behind a cloud of radiant particles...
In this dream, he got the greatest freedom.