Star Iron: Imaginary numbers? Dude, I play with quantum reconstruction.

Walter tapped the floor lightly with his cane. "Kids, actually I don't assign homework."

"Teacher Yang, can I bring my own model to tomorrow's mecha class?"

"can."

Walter brought nothing with him; he taught solely through his words and chalk.

After each lesson, he had no idea what he had talked about.

But in his view, a teacher is someone who gives lectures.

The next day? Maybe it was the next day? Walter opened his eyes at the entrance of the teaching building, his mind filled with a subconscious memory of eating dinner and sleeping at home, getting up and eating breakfast, brushing his teeth and catching the bus.

Suddenly, a person with a completely different style appeared at the entrance of the academy.

"What time is this?" Yao Guang stared blankly at the blood-red sky and the crimson phantom moon.

"Where...where did Monsoon throw me? Two-Phase Paradise? No...this isn't right."

"Only by taking me as the master can I obtain... what—!?" Upon noticing the hexagram appearing in his mind, Yao Guang's right eyelid twitched wildly.

"The hexagram is Kan below and Dui above... The hexagram is settled in Kun: the first line moves. The buttocks are trapped, like a tree stump, like a secluded place, like a stingy bird... A bird without a branch will eventually fall into a pit."

The fact that she could remain composed after seeing this divination shows her magnanimity. Even describing this place as "a desolate wasteland" is an understatement.

To put it another way, it's like a seagull plunging into the Sahara Desert—it's either death or certain death.

She tried to recall how she got to this place. She remembered that she first looked for Jing Yuan, and then somehow she was lured away by Hua Wu.

After much agonizing reflection, she concluded that these two were incompatible with her birth chart, and moreover, they were the kind that brought her bad luck. "Ji Feng, Jing Yuan, you two are a scourge..."

Just as she was about to angrily cast a curse on the two Luofu generals whose birth charts clashed with hers, she saw the academy gate beside her, with four large characters hanging above it—Huishi Academy.

"The Vanished Academy of Painting?"

She wasn't mistaken; there was indeed a turning point after meeting Jing Yuan at that place, but this turning point... didn't seem to be the turning point she had imagined.

"Hours, that's a good calculation. Don't calculate it like that next time."

With her invincible, all-seeing eye, she saw that the academy was practically perfect—a sea of ​​red banknotes—symbols of bad luck. The only lucky one was floating around.

"Monsoon... I will remember you."

She walked into the college gate; the square was empty, without a single student.

"Yao Guang, your transfer procedures have been completed. Please proceed to classroom 824, Building M, Class 4, 1982 immediately after hearing this announcement."

Upon hearing this broadcast, her expression changed. "Going to school? I quite miss those days. It's a pity that things have changed so much now."

"Interesting. Let's see what you're capable of, you little thief."

At the same time, a notification popped up on Walter's phone: "Mr. Walter, a new student has transferred to your class. Please check."

When Walter saw the message and the headshot, he immediately frowned and felt a headache coming on.

Yao Guang's impression score in his mind was reduced by 24 points. As a student, having a full head of white hair directly reduced it by 10 points, wearing strange clothes reduced it by 10 points, and being late reduced it by another 4 points.

"A new classmate? Yao Guang? Is she dyeing her hair white at such a young age? And that outfit... she looks like a peacock from my hometown. I hope she's not too rebellious and doesn't hinder the other students who love to study."

"Speaking of which, isn't next year graduation season? Transferring schools at this time... and dyeing my hair, the principal really picked a good student for me."

"Hopefully she can correct her mistakes this year. If not, she can wait until later to get her graduation certificate."

Twenty-four minutes later, Yao Guang finally arrived at the classroom on the 8th floor.

"The 8th floor...this classroom...it's simply inhuman to climb..." After climbing to the 8th floor, she experienced the suffocating feeling of a seagull plunging into the Sahara Desert.

Even though it was only an 8th floor, she felt like she had climbed more than 80 floors.

"Yao, you're late. 4 points deducted."

Yaoguang:?

She looked up, and before the face came into view was the bright red, extremely unlucky fortune slip. Then, looking at the face again, she vaguely recognized it. "You are... Walter Yang?"

Yes, after being humiliated by Qiong and Bai'e, she went to steal her household registration information and successfully obtained the Starry Sky Train. Then... her Jade Sign exploded on the spot and ascended to the Screw Star.

Walter's expression changed. The fact that he knew his name beforehand meant this student was quite attentive. Even though he wasn't dressed like a student, "Knowing my name means I won't deduct points this time. Remember to dye your hair back tomorrow and change into your school uniform."

A glimmer of golden light, like the sign of the luckiest fortune, appeared in her eyes, but quickly disappeared.

It's just a sitcom, right? She'll try acting it out first; she doesn't believe the mastermind won't show up.

"Teacher Wa, my gray hair is from studying too hard and staying up late, not from dyeing it."

Walter's expression changed, his face turning gloomy. Trying to outsmart him? This is a classic case of someone who gets all excited over the smallest gesture.

"Then what's with your clothes? Why didn't you wear your school uniform beforehand? The school uniform should have been sent to your home along with your transfer notice."

"Also, you can call me Teacher Yang, Teacher Walter, or even Old Yang, but please don't call me Teacher Walter. My surname isn't Walter."

Yaoguang:......

"Wearing new clothes without washing them first will make them smell bad."

"The school uniforms are of very good quality and have no odor."

Walter's rebuttal stunned Yao Guang, not because she felt she had been criticized, but because she saw several black lightning bolts appearing on Walter's cane.

She seems to know what the first rule is: Don't argue with your homeroom teacher.

Walter turned his back and walked into the classroom. "I hope you will be an honest child and not try to cheat in front of the teacher."

"I'm sorry, teacher," she said, choosing to hold back for now and settle accounts with the mastermind later.

But when she walked into the classroom, she was stunned. Why were all her classmates using cell phones?

How come there are more than fifty weirdos with cell phone heads?

Moreover, the sign on her head was so red that it made her eyes turn green.

She quickly turned to Walter, "Teacher, where is my seat?"

"Oops, because it was a last-minute notice, I haven't made your desk yet. But there's still time. The teacher won't let you stand during class."

Black and red lightning crackled in Walter's hands, and a set of desks appeared on the right side of the podium, like a design drawing transforming into a realistic painting.

“You can sit here, close to the podium, so you can hear clearly.”

Yao Guang: No, you've actually learned something real?

She didn't understand; this skill seemed to be something an artist used to create illusionary creatures. And this was from a highly skilled artist who hadn't even used a special drawing tool.

Point a finger at the air, and the desk will automatically appear in front of you.

But how could the nameless passengers on the Star Train have that?

Could it be that this mastermind is actually teaching something?

She was thinking this when she was hit on the head with her cane.

"Don't get distracted, sit up straight. If you waste even one minute, is the lesson even going to start?"

Chapter 708 The strongest phantom species engraved in Pigeon River, resurrected in glory!

"Hiss..." She's remembering all of this now, and she'll settle the score later.

Walter used his cane as a pointer, and with his left hand holding chalk, he drew several mechs on the blackboard. "Today, we'll talk about the linkage between the mech's external structure and hydraulic system."

"Left hand...?" Yao Guang was puzzled for a moment, but quickly listed it as Walter's personal habit.

She stared at the stack of books on her desk, a strange feeling creeping over her. "When...did these books get here?"

......

"What the hell is this place?"

Weren't we killed?

After removing their masks, the two revealed their faces as Qiong and Bai E.

Good news: He didn't die.

Bad news: The respawn point is in some godforsaken, godforsaken place.

"Brother, look at the weather, it's terrible."

"Is this... hell? That feeling of being pierced through the chest... feels like it's happened countless times before."

“Until we figure out exactly what happened, let’s not use any other names. None of these people are easy to mess with.” Bai E’s illusionary creature looked at the blood moon on the horizon and stared at the long shadows stretched to their limit on the ground, muttering, “Crimson moon, reflections under the moon. Moon shadows.”

Qiong's illusory creation stared at the moon shadow, "Brother, give me a name. I don't want to have anything to do with my original self anymore. He squeezed me into mincemeat like a hydraulic press. It's terrifying. It's a million times more painful than when I wore the mask."

"That feeling... he was a terrifying serial killer!"

When Yueying recalled the moment he was pierced by the black longsword, he felt a strange sense of relief. "A murderer? My master was also a murderer. The way he did it... the moment the sword left my chest, my consciousness left my body as well."

"So, what's the new name you gave me? Stop lamenting about death, I don't want to relive that feeling of being squeezed into mincemeat again."

Qiong's illusory creation looked at the red moon in the sky and had an absurd idea of ​​wanting to possess it, but he quickly dismissed the idea.

Having learned his lesson from death, he no longer trusted his body's instincts.

"My true self is a muscle-bound idiot, my mind is full of violence. The power that makes up my will... is full of fear. And—greed..."

Yueying closed her eyes helplessly. "Do you hate violence? Then... how about calling me Cang? Originally, I wanted to call you Chi. But you just said that fear and greed, these negative desires, are the foundation of us, and these things are related to the color red. The name Cang might help you calm down."

"That blood moon in the sky was cruel, sorrowful, and eerie."

"These desires make us impulsive, bloodthirsty, and greedy. And because of one impulsive act, we lost... Sigh, enough with the sentimentality. At least I believe we're still alive. Cang, we need to calm down. No one here cares about us. As beings born of desires, we will eventually disappear because we're forgotten."

Cang stared blankly at Yueying, "Dude, did your main character graduate with a PhD? I don't have that much information in my head. No, wait, we don't have brains... we're the Illusionary Creatures."

With her back to the crimson moonlight, Yueying's clothes changed from purple and gold to pitch black. "Death is not the end, oblivion is. This sentence perfectly describes our situation."

Cang suddenly had a bug-exploiting idea: "If we forget each other... and we remember each other... wouldn't we be able to survive?"

Moonshadow shook her head. "Water without roots, that won't work. Besides, there are limits to an individual's willpower."

"Let's go. If this is hell, then Satan is waiting for us, offering us a devil's deal."

"I just hope that Satan doesn't turn me into mincemeat."

......

The Academy of Painting? —