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Ling Sa inexplicably felt as if a thorn in his heart was tormenting him, as if … It was just like the aura Luo Danfaang exuded when he asked about the transport during the frog jump.

In the world rules of survival that Ling Sa understood, people were never equal. Some people were destined to be high and mighty after they were born, having everything, but even more people were destined to be obscure and ordinary for their entire lives.

As for the 18th region, it was the lowest level of society, which was the dirtiest, most chaotic and most repressive.

There was a very strict rule in the imperial law, and that was to make felons sit together.

Ling Sa never thought that there was anything inappropriate about this bill. Because it was natural for a father to pay his debts, it would also have a strong deterrent effect and lower the crime rate.

In Ling Sa's eyes, people from the 18th region were someone he would never come into contact with in his entire life. Even if he did, he would only be an ant that passed by in front of his eyes.

But at this moment, Ling Sa looked at the mockery in Luo Danfaang's pure pale golden eyes and for the first time, he had some doubts about his view of the world.

However, it was just a hint of doubt.

Ling Sa asked, "In your eyes, who do you think I am?"

Luo Danfaang was quite surprised that Ling Sa would ask him such a question. He couldn't help but find it funny.

He stopped, thought for a moment, smiled, shook his head and said, "Ling Sa, you shouldn't ask me that, even if I really have something on my mind, I wouldn't dare to say it. But I think, since you're so smart, you must know it yourself."

"You don't dare to say?" Ling Sa squinted his eyes dangerously and said, "It seems like they are slandering me in their hearts."

"I promise I didn't, how could I dare? Hahaha!" Luo Danfaang laughed.

F * ck, this topic is too dangerous. After Luo Danfaang said this, he quickly turned around and ran away. He didn't even dare to look at Ling Sa's face anymore.

Even when he returned to the team, Luo Danfaang was still wondering in his heart: What did Ling Sa do today?

What kind of person is he?

Luo Danfaang was sure that Ling Sa was very clear about this and had always been very clear about it.

However, there was one thing that Luo Danfaang didn't dare to say because —

Ling Sa had always resisted admitting that he was that kind of person.

"..."

In a room, Principal Ke Lan crossed his legs and sat on the only swivel chair. His posture was extremely casual.

Leaning against the edge of the huge black table, with his long legs crossed and one hand on the edge of the table, Major Lu said to the other people in the room, "This is the preliminary plan. As for military training, it's to let them know all kinds of military life ahead of time. What suggestions do you have?"

One of the instructors said, "Although the rear mountain is quite large, but if we were to set up a tent inside, wouldn't the three thousand students be unable to carry it?"

"I've estimated it. According to the standard tent and distance, we can only let a thousand students pass." Another instructor said.

Major Lu nodded and said, "That's not a problem. Since the positions are not enough, we can carry it out in batches. For the next three weeks, we will do combat training in three batches a week, mecha training in one week, and then we will go out to the wilderness in another week."

"A single person or multiple people for the tent?" The instructor asked.

Principal Ke Lan shook his chair and said, "Of course it's best to use a double. The school's single person tents and multiple person tents are all fully automatic for the army, only the double person tents have manual tents. Since we're going out to experience things, of course the more primitive it is, the better. "

"But …" One of the instructors frowned and said worriedly, "I don't think we've even seen the manual tent students before. These young misses and young masters probably won't be able to build it in one night."

After all, most of the students were pampered. Even after a week of such low training, there were still quite a few students who passed out under the sun due to their poor constitution. Some of the noblemen in the mecha manufacturing department even joined forces to protest and pull them into the military training.

The sun will burn their tender skin!

Principal Ke Lan's expression turned cold, causing the instructor to feel a chill behind his back.