Interstellar Farming: The sick and weak male protagonist is struggling to survive on money

Chapter 709

Nian Shutong didn't know what everyone was thinking, but if she knew, she would definitely say, you are really smart.

"Today we play with mud."

"Lian Qing!"

"To!"

Lian Qing, who was behind, stepped forward, took out the mud that he had prepared all afternoon, and placed it between the student and the professor opposite.

Next, Lian Qing walked up to every professor and student, and distributed a pot of mud to everyone.

After sending out, Lian Qing returned to the right side behind Nian Shutong, calmly took out a basin of mud, and placed it in front of him.

Nian Shutong looked at the people who were all ready, didn't say a word of nonsense, and went straight to class.

"Next, there is only one content for you to practice. Only when you reach a certain level can you proceed to the following study."

"Please watch my presentation, there is only one chance."

Nian Shutong pointed at the pot of mud in front of her, and all eyes shifted following her hand.

Everyone here knows that Nian Shutong only preaches once, and there will never be a second time.

"What you need to do is to use your own mental power to manipulate this pot of mud and make it into the shape you want."

"A sword, for example."

In the eyes of everyone, it was clearly reflected that the mud in the basin on the ground was lifted into the air, and it turned into the shape of a sword in midair.

"Or a flower."

The mud in the air changed again, a sword turned into a flower bud in an instant, and it was slowly opening step by step. If the color of the mud could be ignored, it would really be a very beautiful flower.

"Or a house."

A blooming mud rose, in the eyes of all, slowly turned into a frame of a house, but the mud on it was not enough, the remaining mud in the pot rose again, turned into a bed, turned into a sofa , began to flood with mud houses.

Even the carved patterns on the bed are clearly visible, the tiles on the floor have flower patterns, and the curtains on the windows are fluttering, as if there is really a wind coming.

This is not just a house, but a home.

All the details inside the small mud house are there, even including the folds on the bed and the flying mosquitoes, so real.

After the final touch on the house, Nian Shutong controlled it to stop in the air, and said to the person opposite: "Your mission is to build your own house."

"Whenever it succeeds, then it's time for the next class."

"Oh, by the way, there is also a time limit for this task, within three months, if you fail, you will be eliminated."

Nian Shutong waved lightly, and the mud house obediently returned to the basin.

"Next, please start to try. I will give you some guidance within these two hours. Please seize this opportunity."

Nian Shutong's words definitely made everyone act immediately, and there were not many opportunities for guidance.

In fact, in this step, the test of training is the manipulation of their mental power.

When refining weapons, all the weapons are kneaded bit by bit by their own mental power. If they can't even control mud, can they still control ore?

Precise control is an indispensable part of becoming a refiner.

Nian Shutong did exactly what she said, she gave guidance to every student, impartial, if she can't do this step, she is not qualified to become a craftsman.

Two hours passed quickly, and Nian Shutong took Lian Qing to leave class on time, and the time of the next class was uncertain.

Eighteen students and five professors walked in their own direction with a basin of mud in their arms.

The five professors carried the mud back home, but their wives or children didn't understand, because they carried the pot of mud into the study and told them that the pot of mud was very important and no one could touch it.

Eighteen students returned to the dormitory with a pot of mud in their arms. When questioned by their roommates, they only said that it was the content of the class, and then stared at the pot of mud until they saw the lights go off.

And this pot of mud has been collected by everyone as a space button, and they are very cherished.

On the internal network of the Military Imperial College, a topic quickly became popular.

"On the connection between a pot of mud and a refining device?"

A lot of people below made jokes and guessed randomly, but no one said anything bad. First, there were five professors together, and everyone knew that they were eliminated. If you talk about the promotion, where does it come from?

The muddy matter just occupied a small corner, and people who are not from the equipment training department don't care at all.

But another thing has received everyone's attention, and that is the fact that Fu Yunhe started taking credits.

[I guessed that Fu Yunhe would definitely take credits in advance, but I didn't expect to go to our class in the first class. Let me explain first, we are a senior in the mecha department. 】

[You don't know, when our teacher saw Fu Yunhe, he felt like a treasure at first, but later he said: Fu Yunhe, do you think what the teacher said is right? 】

[Hahahahaha!It's so fucking real, we are in the combat class of the third year, and no one dares to go to that stop! 】

[Whoever dares to go, let's go to SS's side to find a sense of presence with a group of A-level ones. 】

[The result is that he didn't move the place, but the score was first, and everyone didn't have any opinions. 】

[You all have traces to follow. We are from the command department. No matter how talented and powerful a person is, the command department is not very relevant. 】

[I think the one upstairs must be finished! 】

[Hey, it’s not just the end of the calf, today our command department conducted a virtual drill, Fu Yunhe led a ten-man team by himself, and he just wiped out our three hundred-man teams! 】

[Fuck!This contrast is a bit strong. 】

[I remember the teacher asked Fu Yunhe how it works, and Fu Yunhe replied: 36 tricks. 】

【What it is? 】

[I don’t know, I only know that all the command lines were killed. 】

[This kind of person is born to hit people. 】

There are more and more discussions about Fu Yunhe. It is obvious that this person beat all the students on the first day of class.

No matter freshman, sophomore, or junior or senior, all end up together.

But Fu Yunhe's strength and talent were on display, and everyone didn't say much.

Everyone knows one thing, Fu Yunhe's talent, jealousy is completely useless.

In addition, Fu Yunhe also demonstrated with his tyrannical strength, if you don't accept it, come on?

If it doesn't work, what else do you say?
Fu Yunhe continued to collect credits by himself, while Nian Shutong was going back to Blue Star. She had nothing else to do for the time being and stayed here for a while.

So the next morning, before morning exercises, Nian Shutong and Fu Yunhe bid farewell in a corner.

"I'll go home first."

"Ok, I will wait for you."

(End of this chapter)