[Rebirth of the Future] Furutake Era

After searching for a long time, Shiba still didn't find any useful information. After all, there are only a few people who are successful in martial arts, and everyone will not unreservedly post all their years of groping experience. Shiba lay discouraged on the cold bed. On the floor, I feel that my life is like a flickering small sailboat in the sea, which may be hit by the next second of wind and lightning and be destroyed forever. I don't know where the crisis is.

The experience of being frozen in meditation this time is too unforgettable. If the elements of the Federation are really that powerful, then next time... if what I attract is a group of fire elements, will it be burned to the ground? Ashes are left...

Shiba shivered and struggled up from the ground, he was still quite afraid of death, especially such an inexplicable useless way of death, even if he really went underground, it would be embarrassing enough to discuss with ghosts.

Eighteen's ears perked up, and Tomat's sweeping action seemed to have stopped, and now he was walking in the direction of the stairs.

The bad boy immediately pretended to open the official website to search for higher education courses, and stared at the computer screen with determination and earnestness, as if there was something on it that made him salivate.

Tomato knocked on the door lightly, but Shiba deliberately ignored him. Tomato waited for a while before gently pushing the door open. When he saw the situation inside the house, his eyes were immediately tinged with relief and distress.

"Master..."

As if afraid of scaring the child who was concentrating on it, Tomato lowered his voice, "You have been studying for two hours, take a rest first, come down and have dinner."

Eighteen secretly made a victory gesture in his heart.

A plate of cloves and a large portion of chicken noodle soup. The chicken pieces are divided into bones and meat and placed on the plate. The chicken bones are black, and there is a lump of thick salad dressing on the side.

Rao has been in the federation for several days and should not be surprised, Shiba still couldn't help but secretly rolled his eyes. Tomat's craftsmanship is actually very good, but the dishes of the federation are really delicious. It’s too strange, neither Chinese nor Western, nor Western, sweet, sweet, spicy, or spicy, only a pot of chicken noodle soup that must be included in every meal is the best for him. I don’t know how the chicken bones are made, and it feels burnt The smell of curry, Tomat said it was for children of his age to grind their teeth, in order to let the children grow healthier teeth...

So Eighteen can see such a dish every meal, and of course he is not the only one who suffers. When he ate with Nan's family a few times ago, he clearly saw Nan Woyu and Nan Yucang watching The chicken bones on the plate had the same disgusted expression.

With a stern face, Tomat forked the darkest chicken bone on the plate to Shiba's plate, and said in a half-coaxing, half-persuading, firm and soft tone: "Anyway, you must eat at least one chicken bone today, I really want to eat it." I don't understand why the children are so picky about eating, even the two young masters who are older than you... No, it seems that the eldest master is also like this. Why are you all unwilling to eat chicken bones? It is obviously delicious."

As he spoke, he picked a rib-like bone into his mouth, chewed Shiba twice in an encouraging way and nodded affirmatively, his eyes full of threats.

Shiba gritted his teeth and squeezed out a smile, quickly jumped up the chicken bone, stuffed it into his mouth and swallowed it as fast as he could, hardly even chewing a few times, a lump in his throat made Shiba burp uncontrollably, Immediately, the smell of curry spread in his mouth, and Shiba almost died of nausea.

Looking at him, Tomat sighed worriedly, and said helplessly, "Master, you can't be so picky about food... If you continue like this, you won't grow taller!"

Who cares about that!

Shiba pretended to be pitiful and looked at him with wet eyes, his cheeks were puffed up, and his mouth was pursed in prayer.

Just kidding, can face be eaten?I have worked so hard all my life for basic necessities, in order to save myself from suffering, so what's wrong with using my good skin to show off my cuteness?

Anyway, I will definitely not feel embarrassed.

Tomato stared blankly at his young master's rare and cute appearance, his cheeks blushed uncontrollably, he hesitated for a while with his mouth open, but couldn't hold back his defeat: "Master... "

Shiba twisted his body and pretended to be a child without any guilt: "Thor~ma~te~I don't want to eat this, okay~"

Tomart straightened his face, but his tone was far less tough than before. His shoulders drooped in frustration, and he closed his eyes and replied reluctantly: "Well, if you insist."

"but!"

Before Shiba jumped up, he turned his head and added: "In exchange, you have to take the exam tomorrow."

Shiba's excitement was instantly extinguished as if a whole tank of cold water had been poured over it, oh my god...he didn't even read any of his culture class materials!

Shiba hastily grabbed two mouthfuls of food, and before Tomat asked for his answer, he quickly ran towards his room.

"Oh... "The Evolution and Demise of Mecha", "Ogrid's No. [-] Formula", "Wenwell's Law"..."

Shiba browsed the dizzying number of required exams on the page, and felt that his life would stop at this exam.

How is this going?It turns out that the advancement of scientific and technological civilization can't shatter this kind of ugly test-taking?

What made him even more angry was that even the name of the Federation, which was closer to Western culture, had a system that treated exams so similar to the East.

This unscientific!

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"Young master... are you okay?"

Tomat looked at the young master who started rubbing his dark circles desperately as soon as he got out of the car, and couldn't help feeling a little worried. He saw that when he went back to sleep last night, the crack in the door of the young master's room still revealed the faintness of the computer. What about light?

"If you are not feeling well, we can actually take a day off. After all, the enrollment of the Federal University of Science and Technology will not stop until the day after tomorrow."

"It doesn't matter." Shiba shook his head, even if he couldn't do it, he had to try it himself. He wrote down some things more or less last night. If he couldn't pass the exam, would he have to rely on Tomate's work to support him? ?

This is impossible, he should be the young master who supports his family! But if he doesn't have a university diploma, he can only do those odd jobs forever, not to mention wanting to understand the background and common sense of a world, and What better place than school?

Shiba doesn't want to be tied up to the Federal Academy of Sciences one day and have his stomach and brain cut up and put under a microscope.

He looked back at the tall gate behind him, on which was written in the characters of the ancient earth: Civilian Star Candidate Pilot.

"Tomat, I'm going in, it's getting late."

Eighteen looked at the communicator on his wrist. It was already ten o'clock in the morning, and the admissions exam always ended on time at 11:30.

Thomas nodded, and wanted to ask something more uneasy, he opened his mouth, but didn't say anything, Shiba waved his hand at him, and then ran away quickly.

The staff at the gate took off his communicator and passed through the electronic security check. Shiba turned his head and saw Tomato getting into the pick-up car prepared for the parents of candidates, and then waved slightly towards himself.

Shiba smiled confidently at him, and then began to regret it in less than 10 minutes——

Come back soon, Tomato! ! ! ! !

Shiba looked at the big nameplates on the entrances of the various admissions offices, and was at a loss for a while, then poked at the candidates who seemed to be taking the test beside him: "Hey, buddy, did you bring a translator?"

The examinee looked at him as if he was insane, then turned his head and left as if he hadn't heard.

Eighteen: "TAT..."

Gosh! !

Shiba wailed in his heart, almost completely unable to understand the words on it!

Well, it seems that today is destined to fail the exam.Shiba cheered up a little and looked around the examination room. Fortunately, there were not many schools, and they were scattered around the huge venue in twos and threes. Candidates lined up in front of the examination room. Most of them seemed very nervous.

Shiba turned around, and his eyes were attracted by an admissions desk not far from him. It seemed to be the place with the fewest people, but the candidates in other places always seemed to cast their eyes somewhere while they were secretly nervous. Well, if there is the Federal University of Science and Technology, it is likely because this school is too rubbish, almost no students are willing to take the exam, and they have to secretly ridicule while choosing other colleges.

Eighteen nodded, feeling that his guess was very reasonable, and walked there without thinking too much. Anyway, if you can't pass today, you can do it again tomorrow.

The candidates who took pictures in the line expressed great hostility towards this uninvited guest. They gathered together in twos and threes to look at Shiba's appearance and clothing, and finally made fun of it loudly and intentionally at a volume that Shiba could hear: "Look! Here comes a commoner star who wants to pretend to be an aristocrat! His clothes have no sense of art at all!"

Shiba faltered, and looked down at his outfit today, dark gray riding suit, cowhide boots, and green belt.

It's pretty normal, compared to how they dress up.

Shiba speechlessly looked at the torn coats and stockings of the group of people, my God!stocking!Boys wear this? !

But this is really strange. Since it is an ordinary school, the exclusion shouldn't be so strong!

A bearded teacher in the admissions office was scratching his nails boredly, perhaps because he heard Shiba's footsteps, he suddenly raised his head.It seems that compared with the crowd in strange costumes in one side of the team, he seems to have a good impression of Shiba, who is well-dressed and ordinary.

His beard twitched a little, as if expressing his kindness to Shiba: "Hi, please show me your college diploma."

Shiba gave a dumbfounded ah, then fumbled in his pocket for a long time, took out the small silver card and handed it over, and nodded politely to the bearded man: "...Hello."

The bearded man was even happier, and nodded towards him, then took the card and swiped it by the machine, before he could glance at it, his expression froze——

"Culture class... Full marks?"

Shiba nodded guiltily.

The bearded man made a gesture of appreciation in surprise, then continued to look down, and immediately felt that his brain was not enough.

"Furutake...Zero?"

Shiba panicked in surprise. Could it be that the Academy of Science and Technology also depends on the talent of ancient martial arts... Then there will be some troubles... His own information does not seem to be so accurate.

He had no choice but to lie with a blushing face: "Sorry, my health is not that good, and I just fell ill on the day of the exam..."

The bearded man looked at his thin body and obedient expression with regret, and seemed to believe this statement. He nodded towards Shiba, and then encouraged him: "It's okay, just work harder during the exam. If you want to get in For the music department, such a result is already acceptable.”

The bearded man shrugged his shoulders and said a joke that wasn't funny at all: "After all, the enrollment of Kaiseromela has ended, hasn't it?"

Shibamu said with a straight face that he didn't understand the joke at all, and the bearded man sighed and complained dissatisfiedly: "Hey, boy, you shouldn't be so serious."

Shiba nodded at him, and felt that the bearded man was probably not in the right spirit. He looked around, and then took a picture of the group of people entering the venue. Among the literary and artistic youths in strange costumes, Shiba, who looks well-behaved and shy, seems a little too conspicuous...

Shiba calmly faced a lot of unfriendly gazes, well, heterogeneous people will always be rejected, and he doesn't care.

After being stabbed lightly on the shoulder, Shiba raised his eyebrows suspiciously, and looked back——