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"The blond student at the back." Professor Kongtiao clicked on the picture on the screen, which was a dolphin jumping out of the water.

"What's the difference between a dolphin and a dugong?"

Tokogo looked at Jotaro Kujo with a wooden face and pointed at himself.

Professor, are you asking me a question?

The professor on the podium nodded slightly.

Hong Xiang, who didn't know much about marine biology, stood up, glanced at the gloating Bai Lan, and said unhurriedly, "They all know how to swim."

Kujo Jotaro was silent for a while: "...I'm asking about the difference."

Hong Xiang raised his gaze to the ceiling, "One swims fast and the other swims slowly."

"..."

After a few seconds of silence in the classroom, a burst of laughter suddenly broke out.

The professors of elective courses are generally not very good at asking students to answer questions. There are hundreds of students sitting in the huge classroom, and the professor does not know the name of each student, which is very inconvenient.At most, it is a roll call to see if anyone is absent.

However, there are also very few professors who will call up those who deserted in class to answer questions.

This boy was sitting in the back, and the students in the front row couldn't see his movements, so they thought he was called by the professor because he was not serious in class.

Sure enough, Professor Kongtiao on the podium stopped his lecture and picked up the roster.

——There are also professors who do not call names, and this professor Kong Tiao did not call names before the lecture.

The man asked in a low voice, "What's your name?"

The students in the front row felt a little sympathetic to the unknown boy in the back row. Is it true that his name will be deducted?

However, Hong Xiang said that he was wronged!Although at first the idea was to play games with Bailan in the back row, but seeing that the lecturer was Jotaro Kujo, he was naturally more interested in this [invincible man]!

Therefore, the students in this class did not lose their minds.Instead, seeing that her little friend stopped playing games with her, Bai Lan swayed around and made a lot of noise.

But... He is a physics student, and he really doesn't know about marine biology. How does he know about dolphins and dugongs?

There is also Hongxiang, which was set up by a student, and reported his name in a slightly dispirited manner, "Hehui Hongxiang."

[Hehui Hongxiang] The pronunciation of these four characters sounds quite awkward to Americans. Generally, it is difficult for pure American and British professors to find the corresponding name based on this pronunciation.

However, Jotaro Kujo is of mixed race between Japan and the United States, and he grew up in Japan when he was a child, so it is naturally not difficult.

He immediately found the spelling of Hongxiang Hehui in a series of English names.

The roster is spelled in Japanese in Roman accents. It is not clear what the original Chinese characters are, but just listening to the pronunciation, he knows... Hongxiang Hehui must have something to do with [him].

They are all carved out of the same mold!

Of course, there is also the one next to Hong Xiang and Hui.

"Sit down, then the white-haired student next to him, please answer this question."

Bai Lan: "..."

The BOSS, who is always in the future, stood up and hesitated for a while, "One eats more and the other eats less?"

Don't talk about it, although the memory of the parallel world can be shared, the memory of marine biology is of no use to the current Bailan, will it only increase the headache?

"I still dive deep and shallow!"

"One looks good and the other doesn't look good!"

"One can bark and the other can't?"

With two wonderful beginnings, the classroom began to crackle voices.

Kujo Jotaro ignored the commotion, "Name?"

"...Bran Jesso."

The white-haired young man sat down helplessly, "He Hui, help me with it when you're gone."

It refers to using illusion to sneak into the professor's office and delete the record of deducting credits.

Hong Xiang squinted at him, "The world is going to be destroyed, and you still want to lose points?"

"Ok?"

"The end of the world in 2012, don't you know?"

"...He Hui, do you believe this?"

Hong Xiang looked away and ignored Bai Lan.

The world where Jotaro Kujo lives will be destroyed in 2012, and now it is 2011...

Thinking of the connection between "JO6" and "JO7", this world is different from Katsch's world.

Hehe, I feel tired.

Almost done with the storage box and can't make any money?

Hong Xiang thought about how his subordinates could fight against the priest.

then……

Ok?

Seems pretty simple?

Having figured it out, Hong Xiang's mood improved visibly with the naked eye, and the depression just now was swept away.After class, the two avoided Professor Kujo's scrutiny and ran towards the laboratory.

After two years of research and small experiments, the storage box has developed several trials.

In the future, the fire of death energy will fly all over the sky, and everyone can use the ring to draw out the fluctuations in the body, and people without enlightenment and attributes cannot ignite the ring...

[A storage box that can only be owned by those chosen by God! 】

Hong Xiang even chose the title.

However, most people have [fluctuation], that is, the question of whether they can be stimulated, and there are very few people without attributes.

Hong Xiang took out a ring from his pocket, lit the flame and opened the test box to see if the fruit put in two days ago was damaged.

The box is considered a future technology, and Verdi has not yet invented it.But Masaichi Irie and Spana, who has accepted the memory of the future, together with the Rainbow Son of Thunder, they have developed a ring that draws out the flames in the body. It won't be long before the mafia will spread the word.

The fruit in the box fell on the table intact, without the slightest spot or rotten smell.

Well, there is also the function of keeping fresh.

pat-

Bai Lan on the opposite side dropped the box, pointing at Hongxiang with her left hand tremblingly, with a shocked expression on her face, "Hehui, your ring..."

Hearing this, Hong Xiang lowered his head, looked at the ring with ancient texture on his hand, silently put his hand into another pocket, and took out the normal ring that should have been used.

Oh hoo.

"—Isn't it Vongola's ring?"

Oops, I just accidentally touched my pocket and picked up the wrong ring, don't be surprised.

Bai Lan was going to open the box just now, and his Mare ring was also on fire, which hadn't been extinguished yet.

In the quiet room, the two rings suddenly emitted a strange light.

Hong Xiang had a bad feeling.

……

In the blink of an eye, it was suddenly dark.

night.

The pupils dilated slightly, gradually adapting to the sudden darkness.

"Hehui, this is..." The scene suddenly changed, but the speaker's voice did not appear to be flustered, but excited and eager to try.

The white and the black are quite conspicuous, so the blurred mass of white can still be seen clearly...Bai Lan actually came with him.

It's the influence of Mare's Ring and Vongola...

Are they two rings?

"Shh-"

The first time is raw, the second time is familiar, and the third time can be a veteran driver.

A hundred years ago, ten years later... so what time period is here?

For the time being, let’s analyze what this place is.

The first is the air, full of gunpowder smoke and blood, sticky wind and sand blowing on the skin, very uncomfortable.

Now that his eyesight is useless at night, Hong Xiang simply closed his eyes and focused his senses on his ears.

"Быстрее."

【hurry up! 】

"тамоченьтихо."

[There is movement over there! 】

"Будьосторожен."

【careful】

is Russian.

But the tone of voice is a little different from the Russian that Hongxiang knows, and it seems to have an accent somewhere.

Ping bang ping bang.

The clang of metal and cloth.

click.

The loading of the gun.

boom--

Indole!

The sound of gunfire and bullets shooting into the sand.

Moreover, the friction sound between the bullet and the muzzle is very rough.

You have to fight with guns at night, don't you even have a silencer?

With his consciousness raised, Hong Xiang could see the terrain around him clearly.

The yellow sand turned into a gray god of death in the night, and the heat on his body was swept away by the wind little by little.

... Tsk, I'm in trouble.

His eyes gradually adapted to the darkness, and Hong Xiang saw the outline of a gun in the hands of a soldier in the distance.

"AK-74."

Bai Lan sounded a little familiar with this name.

The blue eyes of the blond-haired youth narrowed slightly. Although the long eyelashes covered part of the fine sand in the wind, it would still be sore and uncomfortable if the eyes were widened.

"It's 74, not 47."

"..." How did He Hui know that his brain circuit went to the AK-47.

"The Kalashnikov AK-47 is a Russian... a standard rifle manufactured by the Soviet Union in 1974."

Bai Lan suddenly understood, "37 years ago, it should have been discontinued long ago."

"Mixed with the sound of rifles, there are sniper shots."

If there is a firearms course, with the accumulation of Mr. He Hui, Hong Xiang feels that he can directly ascend to the sky in this course, "Dragunov SDV sniper rifle."

"Judging from the climate and environment and the humanities over there, there is no doubt that it is the Middle East." The voice of Hongxiang lowered with emotion, "The Soviet Union fought in Afghanistan."

In the rugged terrain of Afghanistan, it is not enough to rely on rifles or sniper rifles alone, and both hands must be prepared to go together.

"Oh~" Bai Lan quickly accepted the fact, "Did we travel to the Soviet-Afghan War?"

Hong Xiang leisurely glanced at Bai Lan's ring, and took off his own Vengley ring, "Be careful, you will be robbed if you wear such a valuable thing on your body."

"No, I mean..."

"They come, the security."

"...I just want to ask, is there any cotton candy for sale at this time?"

"Do you have the money to buy it?"

"..." Yes.

Hong Xiang patted the dust that fell on the clothes with the sandstorm, and used illusion to put a white coat on the two of them, and carried a red cross bag on their backs.

I don't know if this is the past world or another world, but the disguise is necessary.

During the war, the spirits of soldiers were very sensitive. If they encountered someone who was immune to illusions or someone who was too vigilant, the illusions acting on other people's brains might be exposed.

This is very unfavorable to him and Bai Lan.

It's better to use the real body, anyway, the superficial illusion is much less labor-intensive than the spiritual illusion.

The first convention of the "Geneva Convention" "Geneva Convention for the Amelioration of the Condition of the Wounded and Sick in Armed Forces in the Field" does not kill medical soldiers.

Hong Xiang dressed himself and Bai Lan as doctors from other countries who came here to rescue, so that if both sides of the war found out, they would not get angry.But there is one thing——

"From now on we speak Italian or Japanese, but not American English."

The Soviet-Afghanistan war lasted for more than ten years, and the specific time node is still unknown.But in the later period of the war, the relationship between the Soviet Union and the United States was very bad. If the Soviet army thought they were Yankees...

Alas!

The two walked out of the shadows.

Not knowing the way and aimless, Hong Xiang and Bai Lan soon heard rustling noises.

There are people in the jungle over there.

Hong Xiang made a static gesture, and exchanged a glance with Bai Lan. The two nodded knowingly, and began to approach slowly.

Sure enough, several people showed their shadows from the gaps in the bushes.

But the footsteps are slightly lighter.

hula-

A gun was poked out of the jungle and aimed at the two.

They didn't hide their breath in the first place, so they were not surprised to find out.

From behind the tree suddenly came the childish voice of chirping and quacking.

Although they tried their best to keep their voices down, Hongxiang still heard it.

But I don't understand it :)

He hadn't lit up the Pashto spoken by the Afghans, and Prynne couldn't either.

The children behind the jungle dispersed in a rush. Judging from their backs, they were indeed carrying heavy guns.

Afghanistan's local military strength is naturally inferior to that of the Soviet Union. In order to balance the occupation, Afghanistan sent many boy scouts to the battlefield.

Good equipment is naturally in the hands of formal soldiers. These seven or eight-year-old children can only carry backward muskets of more than ten kilograms on their backs and die on the battlefield.

Just as Hong Xiang was immersed in his thoughts, Bai Lan broke away from the cover of the jungle.For some reason, those boy scouts buried thick branches and leaves here, as if they were hiding something...

"Hehui, there is someone."

The platinum-blond hair could no longer see its original color, and it was dragged dirty on the ground. The woman's face, neck, and chest were covered with blood. The coat of the Soviet army was severely worn and smelled of burnt.

Her breath is close to nothing.

Seeing the woman's face clearly, Hong Xiang's pupils shrank instantly.

……

It's balalaika.

The captain who retrieved Mr. He Hui in the ice and snow.