Chapter 68

With the finalists decided, the Rising Stars Tournament is drawing to a close.

Although most of the students did not know the outcome of the battle, the teachers who acted as referees were very clear.

At noon, several teachers gathered in the lounge and began to talk about the freshmen of this class.

A goatee teacher sat on the mahogany sofa with a teacup, took a sip, and said with a little sigh: "The students of these years are much better than us."

"Yeah, in recent years, geniuses have emerged as if they don't need money. In the past, most of the freshmen were Sequence 2-3, and the number of Sequence 4 was estimated to be around 50. This year's 1,200 people are basically at the level of Sequence 3. , Sequence 4 also has nearly 200." A kind old lady with glasses also said.

"Although some people didn't participate in the Rising Star Tournament, the more than 100 Sequence 4s who participated can also see their great potential. There are about 10 people who have gold-level strength when they were in Sequence 4, and two of them are special. Even reaching the pearl level, which is close to the combat power of Sequence Six, this is really incredible." The goatee teacher continued to sigh.

At this time, a teacher leaning on the reclining chair also spoke. He was like an old lion, with a circle of gray beards on his face, and his voice was low and loud.

"Whenever I see those new talents, those young people who have reached the same level as us in just a few years, I often have an illusion that we are too indulged in past experiences and have been abandoned by the times. ' After a pause, he continued.

"Believe in yourself, it's not an illusion."

"That's right, but sometimes I think they are very hard." The goatee teacher seemed to recall the past.

"I remember when I was in school, Emenas had a lot of leisure activities, and sometimes people would travel together during the holidays. The farthest time we even rode a griffin and flew directly to the Plantagenet Dynasty in the East. Look at the colorful phoenix lanterns at that time. I will never forget that scene for the rest of my life, it is always so nostalgic."

"It's a pity that it can't be done now. The freshmen are eager to improve their strength, and their minds are full of strength. Sometimes they don't even come to cultural classes, which is really outrageous."

"You old man is still saying such things, and he doesn't look at the era." The kind old lady retorted.

"When you were in school, Xifeng was still in the ZTE period. Because the north-south canal was opened, everyone became rich and wealthy, and the pressure was not great. So is Green, a few years after the 'Battle of the Broken Bow' ended, the empire stopped expanding and concentrated on Reorganizing the interior of the building is also an era of great construction, many people, not only the commoners have jobs, but the nobles also concentrate on those big projects, because they need manpower, they are also a lot more tolerant and kind.”

"It's completely different now."

"Xifeng's internal corruption was severe in the past few years. The people below often could not survive and could only rebel. Last year, they were simply pushed down. The lush big nobles have gathered their land and resources, and the commoners and small nobles below are getting more and more difficult. Get out."

"Now, who is not desperate to get up, the younger generation of Xuehua Seven Kingdoms witnessed the war with their own eyes, and they feel full of crisis. The green civilian students also want to get a breath of life. Those born in wealthy families are more comfortable. already."

"Ah.... Yes, but when will this situation end?" The old man with the goatee stroked his beard.

The beard-faced man took a sip of ale and said, "A war. The winning side will get a lot of land and new resources to stabilize and balance the interior. If they lose, they can also bury the thorns inside. Free up the space and get a longer period of stability."

"Is there no other way?" The goatee teacher sighed a little.

"It's difficult, because the cake is so big, and there are many people who want to eat it."

"The population of the Green Cui Empire has grown a lot in recent years, and a lot of grievances have been suppressed below. The dragons of evil thoughts in the south already have some thoughts."

"They are the closest to the Seven Kingdoms of Xuehua, and it is the most convenient for them to vent this backlog of fire to the next door."

"As soon as the war started, the reputation of the country's righteousness was suppressed, and then all those who were usually restless, such as local ruffians, minor nobles, low-level extraordinary people, etc., were all sent to the battlefield, leaving only most of the stable and honest peasants and Craftsmen in the handicraft industry, so it will be much easier to manage in the future.”

"The art of the emperor is really cruel." The goatee teacher shook his head.

"Ha, what's cruel? This is life."

"That's how you humans are, you've been foolish to live a stable life. We orcs have competed with our brothers for milk and drink since we were young. When we grow up, we take our brothers and neighboring villages to grab pastures and grasslands. After becoming superhumans, we have to compete with monsters for living space. ."

"The meaning of living is to fight, keep fighting, keep eliminating the weak, and then our descendants will become stronger and stronger."

"Okay, okay, don't fight anymore. You were all cute when you were young, but now you're getting more and more stubborn."

The old lady was rounding the field, her silver-white hair showing pointed ears. She was not only the teacher of the freshman, but also the two teachers in the room. She was very senior.

"Yes, dear Ms. Joan." Facing the former teacher, the two male teachers still maintained their former respect and stopped arguing about it.

"By the way, the black-haired Miss Dongfang abstained."

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After the battle, the sky was completely dark.

Mansa and Lorraine were walking on their way back, and the orange-yellow candle light by the road swayed on the ground through the thick glass.

"Lorraine, why do you want me to enter the semi-finals?"

Bumansa asked the black-haired girl beside her with a little doubt. The shoes under her feet avoided some small puddles. Occasionally, she could see some pink petals falling from the branches and falling into the puddles, making faint ripples. .

"Because Bumansa wants to meet more powerful people, and you need that precious crystal-level creation very much."

"It's very necessary, but I think it's not good to let others abstain because of their own needs."

"Do you want me to tell the truth?" The figure walking in front of Roland Hill turned his head and said playfully. The clear eyes reflected the warm yellow light, shining like gems.

"Because I want to keep a low profile. If you win the championship, although it can be kept secret for the time being, it will always be heard and become the center of the conversation. After all, you can't keep your opponent's mouth shut."

"It will be very tiring to be stared at every day, and sometimes I want to be lazy."

"So you have the heart to push me out to attract everyone's attention?" Hearing this, Bumansa also smiled.

"Don't say that, Sister Bumansa, you have to believe me, you really have a good heart." Having said this, Roland Hill blinked his dark crystal pupils.