Chapter 229 (Chapter 229...)

In the early morning, some figures appeared one after another on the streets of the capital. Most of them had belts hanging on their waists, and some had necklaces around their necks.

When everyone sees each other, they will say hello: "Are you at work?"

"Why did you replace your protective shield with a necklace? You have so much money."

"Hey, didn't it rain the day before yesterday? There was a mudslide when I went to the countryside. Fortunately, my eyesight and hands were quick and I quickly pulled the protective cover, and nothing happened. The meat on my car was all smashed."

The person who said this was still recovering from the disaster, and he smiled bitterly and tugged on the necklace around his neck: "When I went to change the protective shield, a batch of new versions happened to arrive, so I changed it to a new version, although the new version is much more convenient than the old version. But this is my last chance for free. If something happens again, I will have to pay for it.”

The neighbor smacked his tongue: "Isn't it? You'd better be careful. Fortunately, there is a protective shield, otherwise this time alone would be enough for you."

"I know, I've thought about it. If I'm going to use it again this time, I'd better buy one. Although five hundred is very expensive, my life is still important."

The neighbor came forward to look at his necklace and looked at it curiously for a long time before the two said goodbye.

Six years have passed since the free distribution of protective shields. People have long been accustomed to wearing this life-saving belt wherever they go. Although the new version of the necklace-shaped protective shield is very attractive, compared with "one less life", neighbors think It’s also nice to wear the older version of the belt guard yourself.

As the sun slowly shines on the roof tiles, the street, which originally had only a few scattered figures, gradually becomes lively.

The person setting up the stall started to turn on the loudspeaker and shouted in a loop to attract customers:

"Hey, you're setting up a stall so early. Here's a pair of fried dough sticks and a glass of soy milk."

"Scan the code. I'll scan one more. I'm going to work. When my boy comes over, you can just give it to him."

The stalls selling breakfast on these streets are basically old acquaintances. Naturally, some services specifically for regular customers have gradually evolved, such as calling out to late-rising children when they run by quickly with schoolbags on their backs. Let’s go to the previous sentence:

"Your mother | your father bought you food to eat on the road."

The stall owner stopped four or five teenagers and girls who were running out. When he saw them waiting, he stamped his feet and handed the food to them as quickly as possible. He then watched them hurriedly thank you and then ran out of the street like flying. , his wrinkled face couldn’t help but reveal a smile:

"These little bastards didn't get up early even if they knew they would be caught late in school."

The stall owner selling pancakes next to him had a happy face: "Hahahaha, don't people at their age like to sleep? I heard that they need to practice more when they go to play, so why don't they all run like crazy?"

At the same time, not only the capital, but also schools all over Central Continent have basically opened their doors.

Some of the more relaxed entrances only have students walking in one after another, while others are more strict and have several teachers on duty standing at the entrance, specifically waiting for students who are late.

If you are late for a short period of time, you will be able to admit your mistake and it will be over. If you are late for a long time, the criticism will be minor, and the most likely thing is that you will be taken to extra morning classes.

Starting six years ago, the central government issued an order requiring all elementary, middle and high schools across the country to have early classes in the morning.

This morning class is not about reading and writing, but practicing martial arts. It is not the kind of radio gymnastics that is specially used to strengthen the body, but martial arts that can really make two moves.

It is said that martial arts masters from all over the country were summoned and spent nearly half a year to polish and integrate this set of martial arts training for students. If they practice from childhood to adulthood, every person in Zhongzhou will be able to punch a buffalo and kick a tiger. But the physical fitness is definitely not bad.

And the college students who are not included in it are not required to practice martial arts. Considering that college students are relatively free after all, they do not have morning classes but take afternoon martial arts classes.

When the time comes every day, the playground is filled with mourners.

In the morning, junior high school students howled miserably, and in the afternoon, college students howled miserably. For those who were practicing martial arts, it was a living hell, but for the onlookers, it was just a matter of gloating.

The early morning sunlight shone on the profile of the young man sitting by the window, making his face as white as jade and his brows as picturesque. He stretched out his slender fingers, tapped the window sill lightly, opened his lips slightly, and said:

"Hey, why didn't we start a fight? It was just a little bit close."

There was a shout from behind: "Yao'er!! You came to watch the primary school students fight again! Did you agree to do a flight experiment together in the morning?!"

Song Yao turned his head and smiled brightly at the strong man who came in a hurry: "I'm reminiscing about our childhood. Look how much the one in red clothes looks like me. The one in blue clothes is almost the same as you." Carved from the mold.”

Zhao Xiaodong, who was tall and had bulging muscles due to hard work in martial arts, glanced at Song Yao dubiously, then moved closer to the telescope to look at the distant elementary school in the distance.

He quickly locked onto the red dress Song Yao was talking about. The little boy was running forward with his teeth and claws very imposing, as if he was chasing someone.

He moved his eyes to look for the blue clothes Song Yao mentioned, and sure enough, he found them quickly.

Little Douding in blue clothes is being... chased by red clothes.

"Song Yao'er!!!"

Song Yao jumped off the window sill lightly and escaped several attacks from Zhao Xiaodong: "I told you, I am nineteen years old this year. You are not allowed to call me by my nickname anymore. Call me Comrade Song Yao."

Zhao Xiaodong rolled his eyes: "Didn't you just celebrate your nineteenth birthday? I was not arrogant even when I was twenty."

"That's because your test flight failed. If you succeeded, you would be so arrogant."

Zhao Xiaodong was even more angry: "Isn't it just the first test flight that was successful?! There will be at least 300 more test flights in the future! What are you so proud of!"

Song Yao was lazy: "I am proud, I am showing off, you bite me."

"Okay! You wait! You wait!"

Zhao Xiaodong rushed forward like a tiger descending from the mountain. Song Yao knew that he could not beat him, so he was not in a hurry. He just dodged, then quickened his pace and turned to another corridor, and suddenly opened a door.

"Hello, Professor Song!"

The students who were packed and sent to the institute for class looked up and saw that it was Song Yao, and immediately greeted loudly.

Song Yao nodded in a serious manner: "Well, hello, class is about to start, are you ready?"

Zhao Xiaodong rushed over with a ferocious face: "Song Yao!! You..."

Before he finished speaking, after seeing his figure, these students who were older than them greeted him loudly again: "Hello, Professor Zhao!"

Zhao Xiaodong, who was halfway through the rush: "...Hello."

In front of a group of students who admired them very much, he quickly straightened his posture: "You forgot to take this lesson plan, why don't you go back with me to get it?"

Song Yao straightened his collar, and a gentle smile appeared on his face that became more and more delicate as jade as he grew up, and raised his glasses:

"No need, Professor Zhao, I have memorized it."

Without waiting for Zhao Xiaodong to grab him from behind, he had already taken a step forward and stood in the classroom: "Students, get ready, we are going to class."

Zhao Xiaodong: "..."

He stood back in anger, and vividly gestured the scene of killing a chicken and wiping its neck from an angle that the students could not see, and silently uttered the following lip shape:

If you have the ability, don't leave the get out of class!

Song Yao raised his eyebrows slightly at him, with a smile that seemed quite gentle as a teacher, but was actually full of pride, and clicked the watch on his wrist.

"Professor Zhao, the experiment is about to start, aren't you going over now?"

He forgot that the test flight experiment was about to start. He was the main force in this experiment and must not be absent. He could only grit his teeth and perform a set of actions to kill the chicken and wipe the neck before leaving angrily.

After easily getting rid of Zhao Xiaodong, Song Yao smiled and looked at the students sitting quietly below: "Okay, now let's start the class. This is your first time here. Let me talk about the rules. First... You are not allowed to play with cats in class. This student, please hand over the cat."

The student sitting in the first row laughed dryly and stood up and put the cat on the podium, explaining in a low voice: "It should be the cat of the institute. Sorry, Professor Song, I won't do anything else in class in the future."

Song Yao nodded with satisfaction, picked up the cat, and skillfully stroked its chin. Listening to the purring of the big fat orange cat, he smiled at the surprised students below:

"Continue, the classroom rules, no one in the class is allowed to play with cats."