Atypical Survival [Quick Transmigration]

Luo Zun stood on the stage, with his white windbreaker hanging down, his stature was very tall, his legs were slender and straight, and his momentum was extremely overwhelming.

He took off the single-sided lens on his cheek, and wiped it nervously repeatedly. The golden light reflected from the edge was subtle, but extremely dazzling.

"Is this the answer you handed in?" The lens has been polished to a brighter, but Luo Xun's anxiety has not eased in the slightest.He suppressed his anger, and mocked in a cold voice, "What I want to see is not these rubbish."

The audience was silent.

The translucent light screen occupies half of the wall, on which is projected an analysis and theory about the "Battle of the Rose of Phyllis", which was made by a freshman below.

Of course, the theories in it are not very original, but they can be said to be logical and self-consistent.But he was turned pale by Luo Zun's scolding, as if it was a disgusting filth.

No one expected that their main course tutor, Dean Luo Zong, would attach so much importance to a policy theory.

He flipped through them one by one in the classroom, with a cold face like a rakshasa, and he discarded the submitted works like a piece of trash, criticizing them extremely harshly.

In all fairness, although the freshmen of the command department put their minds on other things, they still care about the tasks assigned by their instructors.If those theories are taken outside, they might be praised for their ingenuity, but Luo Xun doesn't seem to be satisfied at all.

The black-haired boy sat in the corner, and from his perspective, he could see the mentor's deeply frowning brows, as if filled with endless restlessness.

Ji Zhaixing thought of what the Third Prince said yesterday——

"This subject is given to you, either because you appreciate this freshman class very much, or because you hate it so much that you need to find a reason to resign from the position of the main tutor." Bai Chengchi said, "Based on my understanding of Mentor Luo Zun, it is usually the latter. "

But Ji Zhaoxing always felt that the other party was not like this.

His back straightened a bit, like a beautiful arc outlined by a profile, his dark eyes fell on the light screen, thoughtful.

"I heard that this class of yours has a high score for being recruited into the command department?" Luo Zun put on the wiped glasses, and he sat indifferently on the instructor's chair, with his straight legs lazily resting on them. The other one is raised high, showing a very disdainful gesture, "I'm very disappointed if they are all at this level. If this can be regarded as excellent, it can only show that the current level of students is getting worse and worse."

Simply merciless.

"Your Excellency, Tutor!" A certain freshman in the audience finally couldn't help standing up.

As the proud sons of heaven, they have probably never heard such blunt reprimand and belittlement.

Although Imperial College is also very strict in class, but because the status of the enrolled students is quite high, and there are some special reasons, the class between teachers and students can also be crossed.There have been precedents where freshmen from the mecha department challenged their mentors before, and even the academy would deliberately favor students with real strength.

The freshman who stood up was named Tan Fumu. If you want to say why he is so restless, it is probably because the theory projected on the light screen now is his.

He was publicly executed for a long time.

Tan Driftwood's eyes were probably a little red because he was annoyed by Luo Xun's several analogies.At this time, he pursed his lips unhappily, still carrying the arrogance of his family background: "Since you are going to say that this battle analysis... is surprisingly bad, can you tell me why it is so bad?"

Obviously, Tan Driftwood was not convinced.

Don't talk about him, many freshmen here are not convinced.

Luo Xun gave them a cold look.

With a slight swipe of his fingertips, the theory projected on the light screen was circled.

"Invade from the ditch Stanley, advance with the Alstin mecha array, and the first echelon mecha fighters ignite the focused nuclear transformation..." Luo Zun concluded, "Is this your strategy?"

"Yes, Your Excellency." Tan Driftwood looked openly. He used the intelligent structure to invert the success rate before, and the probability of a successful strategic raid was more than 34%, which was infinitely close to moving forward.

In a large-scale battle, this can be regarded as a very terrifying success rate.

"That's a coincidence. Admiral Xue and your strategic thinking are almost exactly the same. Maybe you can go back and check the genealogy. You are probably father and son who have been separated for many years. I congratulate Admiral Xue for his successor."

The merciless sarcasm penetrated the freshman's shallow skin, and Tan Driftwood's face flushed slightly: "...I refer to some materials, but the strategic content is compiled by myself. After all, the Battle of the Roses is so famous , the strategies and theories are somewhat similar, I think Your Excellency the mentor should be able to understand."

This battle has become so classic that every strategy with a success rate of more than 1% has been studied once. It is indeed too much for freshmen like them who have just entered school as adults.

After all, the results of the command department are more focused on practical scores, and theory itself is weak.

But the teacher Luo Zong obviously didn't think so.

He flicked his fingertips lightly again, letting the content on the light screen appear in different chapters as he wished.

"The assimilation attack strategy proposed by Speer."