I ask you to design equipment, but you do science fiction for me?

Chapter 1 Anti-terrorism needs defensive weapons!
parallel world,

Summer,

At the South China Military Academy, many onlookers gathered beside the notice board.

just because,

The final assessment items for the school year are announced on the bulletin board.

[The situation of anti-terrorism is severe. For safety, design a defensive weapon! 】

"Designing a defensive weapon? Isn't this a contradiction in terms? It's really speechless!"

"Just a few words and no specific requirements. Isn't this too broad?"

"Don't tell me. When I saw these words, I was confused and couldn't react at all. What does it mean?"

"."

This group of student soldiers who are about to graduate from college are complaining endlessly.

All of them looked miserable, scratching their heads and wondering what they should design.

among the crowd,

Obviously a head taller, with an altitude of 1.9 meters, it looks extremely conspicuous among this group of 1.8-meter students.

Coupled with the sharp jaw and the high bridge of the nose, he looks extremely recognizable.

His name is Su Chen.

An unlucky guy who awakened the system four years ago but never officially started it.

But this does not affect the fact that Su Chen believes that the best thing about him is his stable mentality.

then,

Even under the strong opposition of his father Su Weiyi, the best proof is that he was still able to enter the military academy without being affected.

External objects never affected him.

In other words, a stable batch!
【Ding! 】

A mechanical sound sounded in Su Chen's mind.

[It is detected that there is currently a demand task. Do you want to load it? 】

Su Chen was startled.

There was a wry smile in my heart.

"Okay!"

"After four years, it's finally started?"

He moved his gaze to the bulletin board.

"Impossible"

"Is it because of this?"

Now that you are here, there is no reason to refuse.

"Loading."

Su Chen responded with a thought.

【Ding! 】

[With the consent of the host, the task is loading.]

[Task name: Design a defensive weapon! 】

[Mission requirement: Due to the severe situation of counter-terrorism in recent years, in order to effectively ensure the safety of soldiers, design a defensive weapon! 】

[Automatically match matching weapons and equipment: Biological Pulse Concussion Rifle]

[Biological Pulse Concussion Rifle: It can emit biological pulse waves invisible to the naked eye, causing all creatures within the range to completely faint. Of course, if you are going to kill the target, you only need to increase the power. It is a must-have weapon for killing and stealing! 】

[Task reward: Open the mall, unlock more technologies; get a thousand military points! 】

【Whether to accept.】

Looking at the subtitles that appeared in front of him one after another, Su Chen nodded.

“Seems to be good”

"At least, there's no harm in it."

"I accept!"

【Ding! 】

[The mission has been accepted! 】

[Relevant applied technical knowledge and theory have been provided by this system. Please study hard and master this technology as soon as possible! 】

At this time,

The voice of roommate Zhang Kun rang in my ears, "Brother Chen, how are you?"

"Do you have any clue?" Zhang Kun is an authentic northerner. He is 1.8 meters tall and has a muscular body. He looks fierce to everyone. After being completely defeated by Su Chen in a friendly wrestling match, he changed his temper and became more restrained. But The word "Brother Chen" can no longer be mentioned.

"Um"

"We have a general direction for the time being."

Su Chen replied.

"Awesome!" Zhang Kun immediately said: "Brother Chen, I admire you the most. Not only are you strong, but you also have the best mind among the four people in our dormitory."

"When everyone is confused, you have a direction so quickly!"

"As expected of a top student!"

Su Chen: "."

Even though he had been blown away like this for three years, he still couldn't adapt.

But if he doesn't hit the smiling man, he really doesn't have any good ideas for Zhang Kun.

"I'm going back to the dormitory"

"You have to think carefully about how to design it."

It's both an excuse and the true thoughts in my heart.

The biological pulse concussion rifle aroused a lot of curiosity in his heart.

I want to take a closer look at what this biological pulse works like.

"Well, indeed, we should study it carefully."

"It's almost noon, Brother Chen, what do you want to eat?"

"I'll bring it to you conveniently."

"Just fried rice."

at the same time,

the other side,
In the school leadership office,
"what happened?"

"How is this going?"

"The offensive weapon design was clearly decided in advance, but why was it suddenly changed to a defensive weapon design?"

“Why do we always ask students to design something defensive?”

"Why are our students destined to be worse than others?"

"Can't we design offensive weapons?"

Vice-principal Zhou Zhengren, who was sitting on the sofa, spoke loudly and his spittle flew everywhere.

but,
Even so, he still couldn't hide the frustration in his heart.

There may not be any difference between attack and defense, but the difference in treatment behind it is what really makes Zhou Zhengren angry.

Directly opposite him, sitting behind his desk, wearing glasses and gray hair, the old principal Bai Jianjun was writing something in his hand, but he was very indifferent when he heard the words.

"Orders from above."

"Central and Northern, two of the best military academies, design offensive weapons."

"Xihe and we, the third and fourth eldest military academies, design defensive weapons."

"If you have the ability, why don't you go up there and cause trouble?"

After hearing this, Zhou Zhengren held it in for a long time and couldn't help complaining.

"Suffocated!"

"It's so frustrating!"

"We have been the fourth child for eight years if not ten years, right?"

"You can't always treat us differently, right?"

“When allocating resources, we always have to ask others to pick the rest!”

"Even talents are selected first!"

"How can we ever turn around?"

Bai Jianjun smiled and said, "Don't say that. Three years ago, wasn't there a young man with such high scores who asked to come to our school?"

It's okay not to mention this, but Zhou Zhengren is even more excited when he mentions it.

"You don't know that boy's name yet, do you?"

"I remember clearly. When I asked him why he came to our school, guess what he said?"

"Oh?" Bai Jianjun was a little more interested, "What did he say?"

Zhou Zhengren said: "Su Chen!"

"This bastard, he said it's close to home!"

(End of this chapter)