Fast Transmigration: The Strongest Slag Abuse Project

Chapter 315 The First World 7
Qingyun looked up at Char, and replied calmly: "I don't need them, I can do it."

"No, child, you can't stay here all the time. You should go to class next. What should she do when you go to class?" Charle spread his hands helplessly.

"Then there will be no class, it doesn't affect anything." Qingyun said that he really has no interest in this class.

"No, you can't skip class. It's very important to you. If you want to survive here, you must obediently attend class. Otherwise, the consequences will be unimaginable." Charle's face became serious when he heard her words. Like worried, like unhappy.

Qingyun didn't speak again.

For some reason, she felt subconsciously resistant to taking classes here.

Seeing that she was silent, Charles squatted down and comforted her: "If you don't trust the trainer, I can arrange for my assistant nurse to watch over her, what do you think?"

Qing Yun pursed her lips, but still did not speak.

"Qing, you are a smart child, you should show your wisdom, only in this way can you protect yourself and your friends."

Char said meaningfully: "There are many smart children here."

The last sentence is a warning and a temptation.

Qingyun has no doubts about the authenticity of these words. Although she still doesn't know what it does here, she vaguely guesses that this place may be used by illegal organizations to train people.

Qingyun didn't know how they managed to survive the fittest. The only thing she was sure of was that if she left, the comatose girl wouldn't live long.

Especially after seeing Lilith just now, this feeling is even stronger.

"Of course, I understand what you mean, but I still hope to be by my friend's side." Qingyun knew that Charle was uneasy and kind, lowered his head and twisted the quilt, hiding his suspicious eyes.

"Are you sure?" Charle's gentle expression remained unchanged after hearing this, but his eyes showed a look of disapproval.

"However, I think your words are also very reasonable." Qingyun continued: "If possible, is it convenient for Mr. Charles to guide me in person? I believe you are better than them."

Charle was taken aback when he heard the words, he really planned to train her himself, but now is not the time.

So he decisively rejected Qing Yun.

Qingyun had expected that he would not agree, so he just asked casually.

There was no good way to solve the class problem for a while, so Qingyun was forced to go to class in the end.

The classrooms for classes are on the second floor. One classroom is very large, but there are various experimental equipment in it, and these things take up more than half of the space.

Therefore there are only ten children in each classroom.

As soon as Qingyun walked into the classroom, the other nine children all looked at her. Among the nine children, two were black, and the rest were all white.

They looked at Qingyun with cold eyes, and after glancing at her, they lowered their heads and continued to read the book in their hands.

After a while, the trainer also came.

It was a man, and this was the only adult man Qingyun saw here.

He is also fair-skinned, with a high nose bridge, but his eyes are brown.

The male trainer looked very cold, and when he looked at people, his eyes seemed to be looking at a pile of dead objects.

But as soon as he started teaching, his eyes lit up, especially when it came to genetics, and there was an eerie excitement on his face.

Then he began to talk endlessly about cases of genetic mutation and species hybridization.

The content of the whole class kept going off track, and in the end, it completely turned into him talking about various experimental data about induced gene mutations.

The students below listened carefully and recorded the data and main points he said from time to time.

When a black boy was memorizing something, he accidentally knocked over the book and it fell to the ground with a loud noise.

Now the man on the podium stopped suddenly, with an angry look on his face, he glared at the black boy with red eyes, and cursed:
"You idiot, why are you making a sound? Are you dissatisfied with my experiment? Are you trying to refute? Stand up for me!"

The boy stood up obediently, the training officer walked over, grabbed him by the collar, dragged him out, kicked him to the ground, and cursed manically: "You stupid thing, you are so stupid and unreasonable, Have your genes crossed with pigs?"

Qingyun: ...

What's the matter with him?
She looked at the other children in the classroom, all of them were expressionless, obviously used to this kind of situation.

After venting, the trainer gradually regained his composure, stood on the podium again, and began to talk about the sequence of gene molecules and the process of dna recombination.

Qingyun:?
What a fantastic way of lecturing.

Qingyun doubts whether other people can understand.

Qingyun sat down and watched the trainer write the data link on the whiteboard. At the end of writing, he suddenly dropped the marker and stopped talking.

All the children looked at him, not knowing what he wanted to do.

The training officer stared fixedly at what he had written, then suddenly kicked his foot against the wall violently, pointed at a white child and ordered, "You, come up, show me what's wrong with these data links?"

When the child heard this, his indifferent expression suddenly changed, his eyes dodged, and he looked very reluctant.

But he didn't dare to refuse, so he could only go up, pick up the marker, and stand in front of the whiteboard, looking at the strings of data, with cold sweat on his forehead.

The trainer became even more irritable, and he started walking around anxiously, looking like a madman.

Qingyun looked at his appearance and felt that he looked familiar. She seemed to have seen him like this in the same environment before?

She looked at the series of data chains scribbled on the whiteboard, those characters danced in her mind, frames of pictures flashed in front of her eyes, and the memory buried deep in her soul began to gradually wake up.

She stood up, walked forward, took the marker pen, and wrote down the data she had calculated on the bottom.

She was very fast, without a single pause, and within 2 minutes, she accurately obtained the result, and turned to look at the trainer:
"Sir, according to your way of thinking, you can't get any results at all. Your data is wrong from the beginning. This is the correct way of thinking."

"This is..." The training officer looked at the data link above with his eyes wide open, walked over involuntarily, and drove the two people off the stage.

He stretched out his hand to touch the data on it, as if stroking his lover's skin, and said to himself: "It's incredible, my God, it turns out to be like this, I didn't expect it, it's really amazing!"

He turned his head, his eyes were bloodshot, and looked at Qingyun feverishly. He pulled her in front of him, held her head with both hands, and stared at her.

Asked like a lunatic: "How did you think of it? How did you think of it?"

The classroom was quiet, and all the children were too frightened to vent their anger by his appearance.

Qingyun met his eyes and suddenly burst into a bright smile: "This is very simple, isn't it, Mr. Ludney?"

"It's very simple? Yes, it's really simple." Ludney's training officer froze for a moment, let go of his hand, and then smiled.

Qingyun leaned forward slightly, leaned close to Ludney's ear, and whispered in his ear in a very low voice: "Such a simple problem can't be solved, I think your brain needs better genes Pregnancy, what do you think?"

(End of this chapter)