Marshal Sand Sculpture secretly photographed me every day

The ceremony was about to begin, and freshmen entered the arena one after another. After Cheng Ran found his seat, he heard several freshmen nearby discussing him.

Freshman A: "Have you heard? There is a god this afternoon, and his mental strength is SS+!"

Freshman B: "I heard! I also heard that the physique of that divine man is actually F. Is it a joke of fate?"

Freshman C: "With such a poor physique, no matter how good your mental strength is, you won't be able to use it right? For F, didn't he just pass out right after entering the battlefield? Hahahahaha..."

Freshman D: "Hahahahahaha..."

Cheng Ran: ...

hell.

Thinking back when he was cultivating immortals, although he was not extremely talented, he was still the most promising crucian carp in the new generation under the master's seat.Who would have thought that in the interstellar age, even if he couldn't cultivate immortality due to lack of aura, he could still get the lowest rating.

Shameful!

Xu Peigeng glanced at Cheng Ran cautiously, and comforted him: "Don't listen to people's nonsense, it's okay to have a poor physique, at least you can go to the research institute with your mental strength."

What can Cheng Ran do?

He can only put on the most standard smiling face.

Fortunately, not long after, the entrance ceremony for freshmen officially started, and the entire auditorium fell silent.

Cheng Ran subconsciously straightened his back and assumed the standard good student sitting posture.

——Just like when I was listening to the lectures under the seat of the master.

Cheng Ran's teacher has stricter rules than other teachers. The first thing to learn after entering the school is manners. Therefore, among other things, his sitting and standing postures are absolutely outstanding among this group of students.

Therefore, Shen Yao, who came to the stage amidst applause, glanced briefly, and couldn't help but stick to Cheng Ran.

Shen Yao paused, and tasted in his heart——

Standing like a green pine and sitting like a bell, this posture is quite ancient.

It's just that bun face with a bit of baby fat... it's a little out of the ordinary.

There was a smile on the corner of Shen Yao's lips, and he stepped onto the stage. For some reason, the speech he had prepared suddenly changed his tone: "I was on the second floor before and watched your aptitude test."

Shen Yao's understatement immediately aroused the enthusiasm of the audience.

This is Shen Yao, the First Marshal of the Empire!

If he could fall into Shen Yao's eyes, would he worry about having no future in the military?

Shen Yao took everyone's different expressions into his eyes, and was especially satisfied to see Cheng Ran's subtle expression. He paused for a moment, and said with a smile: "Everyone should have heard that the result of my aptitude test was double SSS. And I Can today's achievements be said to be due to the results of that year?"

A group of military fans represented by Xu Peigeng immediately clenched their fists and shouted: "No!"

Marshal Shen relied on his unparalleled wisdom, his ingenious calculations, and his extraordinary force!

It has nothing to do with the SSS talent!

Shen Yao didn't wait for everyone's enthusiasm to subside, and nodded shamelessly: "Of course it's related. Because I tested double SSS at the beginning, I won the trust of the chief as soon as I entered the military department, and I have a better chance to make meritorious deeds; because I With my qualifications, the empire dares to give me a certain amount of resources every time I go out."

In the private room on the second floor, the principal of the Military University silently covered his face.

Xu Peigeng: ...

Other students: ...

Seriously, Marshal Shen, don't you think your bowl of chicken soup is a bit too poisonous?

Xu Peigeng tried his best to hold it back, but still couldn't hold back, and whispered to Cheng Ran sadly: "By the way, do you think the one on the stage is really Marshal Shen? Could it be someone else pretending to be? I've seen Marshal Shen usually Interviews are not so poisonous..."

Cheng Ran: =_=

Contrary to Peipei, he had a feeling of "as expected" at this moment.

Compared with the wise and powerful "Marshal Shen" that Peipei said, Cheng Ran felt that this kind of bad humor, daily playful, sleazy, lazy appearance was the Shen Yao he knew.

Cheng Ran patted Xu Peigeng's shoulder reassuringly: "Maybe, this is the true face of Marshal?"

Xu Peigeng, who was still struggling at first, instantly regained his fans' star eyes, and firmly denied: "Impossible! Our marshal is the greatest and upright marshal in the entire empire!"

Cheng Ran: ...Forget it, it's hopeless.

"Some differences in talent may take you a lifetime to catch up."

On the stage, Shen Yaoren, who had just finished serving the poisonous chicken soup, suddenly changed his tone, "But, don't tell me you don't work hard? Are you willing that people who used to be like you will be above you for the rest of your life just because of the word "talent?"

"As a student of the military academy, I think the first lesson you must learn is to recognize yourself."

"If you get the result of SS+ today, then congratulations, you are already ahead of others. But at the same time, you remember that talent is not something to be too proud of. If you are persistent in this, the future will be If you don't advance, you will retreat..."

students:……?

Why does this level always feel so familiar?

Shen Yao looked at Cheng Ran, and continued to send chicken soup: "But if you get an F result today, then don't be sad, especially the F in physical fitness, which can be achieved through hard work the day after tomorrow. It is not necessary to fall behind in stages. Not terrible, but if you are still behind after a few years, then it can only be said that you are hopeless..."

Cheng Ran listened for a while, then turned his head, and sincerely complained to Peipei: "I think he seems to be targeting me."

Xu Peigeng had a complicated expression on his face: "...To be honest, I think so too."

Cheng Ran was pleased with the rare "consensus" they had reached.

As a result, Xu Peigeng finished the second half of the sentence excitedly: "So you posted it! Not only did you get noticed by Marshal Shen, but you also got his exclusive advice."

Cheng Ran's dead fish eyed: "What advice? It's the advice that if I am proud, I will accomplish nothing, and if I don't work hard, I will be hopeless? No matter how I listen to it, I feel that I have no future."

Xu Peigeng, whose fan filter is ten meters thick: "Hmm! Such a deafening teaching, do you remember it?"

Cheng Ran... refused to talk to him.

Satisfied, Shen Yao, who consciously taught the children a lesson, was about to say a thank you speech, but suddenly, an indescribable sense of crisis came to his heart.

At the same time, Cheng Ran, who just looked up, saw something, his pupils suddenly shrank, and he stood up with a bang.

Seeing his movements, Shen Yao subconsciously moved his steps, and retreated swiftly and neatly.

In the next second, a crisis suddenly emerged——

A gorgeous crystal lamp fell from the ceiling and hit the podium without any mistakes.

Glass shards flew around, and a small piece of it passed Shen Yao's cheek dangerously, leaving a deep red bloodstain under his eyelid.

Suddenly, there were screams.

Shen Yao squinted his eyes slightly, but he didn't appear flustered. Instead, his gaze passed over the torn crystal lamp on the ground, and then fixed on someone for a long time.

He had just seen clearly that someone stood up before the accident.

Shen Yao raised his head, looked at the incomplete ceiling, and made a visual inspection—the ceiling was at least five or six meters away from the ground, and if he was sitting in the auditorium, the distance would be even further.

Can it be detected early?

In this chaos, Cheng Ran in the audience slowly regained his composure.

Seeing that the man on the stage was intact, Cheng Ran silently let go of his fist and breathed a sigh of relief.

Then, belatedly, I realized that I was frightened into a cold sweat.

Cheng Ran's face was a little ugly.

However, Xu Peigeng's expression was even uglier - he was holding Cheng Ran's arm, his face was pale, trembling with fright: "Of course..."

Cheng Ran stroked his head soothingly.

Xu Peigeng said fearfully: "Fortunately nothing happened. If something happened to Shen Yao in our school, everyone in Xingji would have to drown the principal with one gulp of spit."

Cheng Ran also nodded.

"But..." Xu Peigeng looked around and saw that everyone was busy and flustered and no one was paying attention to him, so he lowered his voice and said with a slight sarcasm, "Although it's not good to say that, but he is indeed a marshal with a dark face every day, he The evasive action just now was too skillful and handsome!"

Cheng Ran: ...

He really shouldn't have expected anything from the fan-brained Peipei.

Although there was a school controlling the field, Shen Yao's accident still made the students a little scared, and some students who sat in the front also had some scratches, so the school directly streamlined the process and ended the ceremony hastily.

Cheng Ran followed the flow of people out of the auditorium, but encountered difficulties at the intersection between going to the dormitory and going to the hospital.

Xu Peigeng pushed him: "What are you in a daze for? Let's go."

Cheng Ran made up his mind and shook his head: "You go back first, I'll go to the school hospital."

Xu Peigeng was stunned, looked him up and down: "Are you injured?"

Cheng Ran: "No, it's just a little uncomfortable."

Xu Peigeng became nervous: "Where is it uncomfortable?"

Cheng Ran: "I feel uncomfortable."

Xu Peigeng: ...

Cheng Ran looked calm.

Xu Peigeng waved his hand tiredly, turned around and walked towards the dormitory, a lonely and sad feeling appeared from the back of a person.

Cheng Ran smiled, shook his head, and walked slowly to the other side.

In the school hospital, Shen Yao, who had just soaked in a bath of repair fluid, answered a call.

——It was from the Institute of Ancient Earth Research.

Shen Yao was half leaning on the railing, running his fingertips through his messy short brown hair, and his whole body was full of unstoppable laziness: "Oh? Do you know the identity of Fat Pang?"

Pangpang, his little pet, the name of that fish.

Cheng Ran, who was in the stairwell, was caught off guard when he heard his nickname, and subconsciously stopped in his tracks.

Research Institute: "Yes, Marshal. We have searched through the information left by the ancient earth these days, and finally found a species whose characteristics are very consistent with your pet."

Shen Yao tapped on the railing with his fingers, and asked, "What is it?"

Research Institute: "It should be a..."

Cheng Ran behind the stairwell smiled arrogantly.

"……carp."

Cheng Ran's smile was half frozen.

With his feet empty, he suddenly fell down the stairs.

The author has something to say: Thanks to the real fan Musheng for mine x1 and the nutrient solution irrigated by Lingyin from Nightmare iswatchingyou x3