Interstellar Empire, Your Highness, please don’t get sick.

After the group of students were taken away by the security office, Cen Rumeng went to the dean's office building and found the person in charge of handling complaints. He excitedly condemned the school's inaction and demanded punishment and parents.

The person in charge recorded her needs one by one and said coldly: "I know, this is beyond my authority. I have to wait for Dean Shen to come back and make the decision."

Cen Rumeng was anxious and angry, but had no better place to go, so he left cursing.

Sure enough, the students were sent back to the dormitory that night, as if nothing had happened. The next day, Yan Zhao saw those familiar faces in class and was laughed at.

"The people from Edge Star are really ignorant. They only know how to make snitches."

"Perhaps complaining to them would be useful? Hahahaha, I don't even know where this place is. It's so funny."

Yan Zhao stood in the corner of the laboratory, tapping his fingers on the light screen of his bracelet, browsing the course preview content sent by the teacher last week.

Today is their first practical class, which involves assembling an old palm-type reconnaissance aircraft that has been obsolete for 30 years.

Although it is an old model, there are still hundreds of parts to arrange.

The overwhelming ridicule did not affect Yan Zhao. This was the most irritating thing for the students, and they felt like they were being selfish.

Tang Shijie made a "cut" sound and said: "Look at the way he is cramming. He is an idiot who can only memorize books. Most likely his legs are shaking because of nervousness. He wishes he could memorize all the operating theories in the book."

Dog Leg immediately agreed: "That's right, boss, he will know later how different we are from him."

Soon, the professor in charge of the experimental class entered the laboratory and began to explain today's goal, and then broke down the assembly steps.

While he was speaking, some mechanical enthusiasts in the audience had already begun to take action.

Yan Zhao's fingers flew dexterously on the experimental table, and the complicated tools in his hands changed rapidly like magic.

The girl standing next to him was stunned and murmured: "This is not assembling a reconnaissance plane, but playing the piano..."

Before the professor was halfway through the explanation, the palm-shaped reconnaissance aircraft in Yan Zhao's hand had been assembled.

At first, the professor didn't notice him standing in the corner, but as everyone started moving their hands, the motionless Yan Zhao became conspicuous.

The professor picked up the palm-shaped reconnaissance aircraft on the table, looked at it carefully, and asked in surprise: "Have you ever come into contact with this model?"

Yan Zhao nodded affirmatively: "I've seen it in Machinery Weekly before."

The professor didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "I mean, have you ever come into contact with a real machine?"

"This does not."

The professor immediately praised him and asked him to remember his name.

Yan Zhao guessed that Professor Qian, who was in charge of the mecha assembly class, had an extraordinary background. Otherwise, he wouldn't have been unresponsive to his name and extended an invitation to the office for a chat.

Although Tang Shijie and others looked ugly, they did not dare to be presumptuous in front of Professor Qian.

After class, Yan Zhao went to Professor Qian's office to get some advanced reference books. As soon as he walked out of the teaching building, he was blocked.

"Hey, nerd, you don't think Professor Qian can keep you, do you?"

Yan Zhao gave Tang Shijie an incomprehensible look, walked around him and tried to move forward, but was quickly surrounded by the doglegs.

Yan Zhao instantly took out his anti-wolf stick and hit the dog leg in front of him quickly and accurately——

"Ah ah ah ah ah!"

The battery is sufficient, and it is indeed a product from Zuo's Mecha Manufacturing Factory. It is very reliable.

Yan Zhao electrocuted one man and ran away, not willing to fight.

He is not as tall and powerful as Tang Shijie and others, but he is very agile and has strong endurance. He was not caught up all the way back to the dormitory.

But as soon as he arrived at the door of 405, he found torn clothes scattered on the ground outside the door, with brand-new signs on them, which were the discounted items he had recently purchased online.

Logically speaking, all express delivery should be deposited in the mail and reception room of the dormitory building, and you can collect it by swiping your bracelet.

However, Yan Zhao does not have any expectations for the management of the college now. These powerful students will always have a way to get his express delivery.

He first picked everything up into an empty box, and then took it to find the employee in the mailroom.

Not surprisingly, the other party was perfunctory and prevaricated.

A few students watching the show stood at the door of the mail room, clasping their hands and sarcastically saying:

"Oh, will he go to the security office to apply for surveillance later?"

"Of course, a good student's solution must be standard. But we actually mean well, right? After all, his old-fashioned and cheap clothes are just to make everyone laugh."

"Hahahaha, don't say that. I can't afford new clothes now and I'm feeling sad."

Yan Zhao glanced at them, took out his anti-wolf stick, and electric current flowed on it.

Several people fled, and soon someone reacted: "Isn't it allowed to bring weapons in the academy? How did he bring them in?"

"When he came back from outside that day, it was Tang Shijie who sent the security guards away and asked us to surround him, so he was not scanned by the security guards..."

Yan Zhao returned to the dormitory with the cut clothes in his arms. He thought about the fabric for a while, then took out his needle and thread and started sewing.

While the group of students were cutting clothes at the door, Song Tingxi and Guan You were both in the dormitory, finishing their homework quickly.

Seeing Yan Zhao come back and start sewing clothes directly, Song Tingxi couldn't help it: "Are you really planning to go out wearing that pile of rags?"

"That's not the case." Yan Zhaohe replied calmly, "I just want to reuse waste and make a bed curtain."

"Bed curtain?" Song Tingxi remembered that when she passed the door of other dormitories, she had indeed seen curtains covering the bed.

Most of the students here are pampered. Where have they ever lived in such a small place? However, Imperial College did not allow sleeping outside, so for privacy, they all drew the bed curtains.

Song Tingxi and Guan You grew up together and didn't care about this at all. But now Yan Zhao wants to cover himself up. Is it because he is afraid of what they will do?

"You don't think I'm interested in you, do you?" Song Tingxi suddenly appeared behind Yan Zhao, staring at his skilled sewing fingers.