Chapter 1042: Chapter 637: Master and Disciple Conversation_1
Chapter 1042: Chapter 637: Master and Disciple Conversation_1
Ding ding ding…
The hurried bell rang.
“Oh, ti’s up. Class is over, students.”
A spirited, delicate woman with silver hair but full of vigor stood on the podium and spoke to the dozens of students seated below.
Upon hearing that class was over, the children remained motionless.
As expected, the older woman imdiately changed the subject, “We’ll have to wait a bit longer. Let give a brief explanation about the special case I neglected earlier. When the antimatter battery’s energy index drops below 10%, how to cleverly utilize the slow-release radiation shells to provide ergency power.”
The children remained seated, but they were wailing in their hearts.
Teacher Bell could never end the class on ti.
Her basic combat courses always introduce new ideas never ntioned in the textbooks before.
Of course, the students being held back did not get angry; instead, they felt very proud, thinking that they had the privilege to be the first listeners of the new material.
After another forty-five minutes passed, the woman finally began to quiz the children, only letting them leave when she was truly satisfied with their answers. She waved her hand and said, “Class dismissed.”
She walked out of the classroom briskly, and the teacher who had been waiting outside to start the next class wanted to greet her, only to end up waving at the air.
…
“Instructor Bell, if possible, I suggest you go into hibernation again.”
Dylan Mitchell spoke tentatively as he looked at Tiffany Bell in her living room.
The Core Fleet, where Dylan Mitchell, Tiffany Bell, the fleet command, the key mbers of the Protheus Project, and other key departnts are located, consists of 122 ships. This is much larger than the size of a regular squad, but there is still not enough interior space on the ships.
Compared to when the fleet was concentrated, many effective spaces were used to et basic research needs and productivity demand. Additionally, the rapid reproduction of the population required more space for incubation pods, so the living environnt within the fleet had deteriorated sowhat.
The living space per person has decreased to 30 square ters.
This situation will not last too long.
At present, the Fleet’s productivity system is simultaneously undertaking the construction of nearly 200 Smart ships, expected to be completed in two years. By then, the living space for people will beco more comfortable.
Dylan tried to secure more than 100 square ters of living space for Tiffany Bell during this difficult period, but was rejected.
Tiffany Bell, Dylan Mitchell, and other senior commanders all share a small partition of 30 square ters in this apartnt-like corridor.
Dylan hurried to make a futile attempt after completing his day’s work and confirming that Tiffany had “finished” her work.
Tiffany shook her head, “Hibernate should not be necessary. My online warrior training course will begin in twenty minutes. There are more than 600,000 S-level fighters from various squads in this session. At most, hundreds of Top Warriors will be born within three months.”
“But…”
“No buts. The awake is always ready for battle. If I need to wake up from hibernation, it would waste ti. Missing opportunities is a cri. Moreover, on the upcoming journey, I will devote more energy to training students. You all need to reflect, and so do I. The talent and fighting spirit shown by the Third Generation fighters in the last battle deserve recognition. I will spend the rest of my life training at least ten elite fighters who can surpass . That is more valuable than reaching the Galactic Center.”
As always, Tiffany, who had beco reticent, had spoken so much.
Dylan left empty-handed again.
No need to discuss certain things, but without a doubt, Tiffany had given up her second ideal of eting the philosopher in pursuit of her highest ideal.
…
“Teacher, I’m back.”
Minutes after Dylan left, Tiffany’s door opened from outside, and a delicate-looking boy entered.
Tiffany nodded, raising her eyelids to glance at the boy.
Minimal snapping sounds filled the living room air, indicating a fierce collision of thoughts between the two, exchanging a large amount of information with each other.
Afterward, the boy hurriedly ate dinner and returned to his small room. He turned on the Whole Brain Connection instrunt and began to follow Tiffany’s training plan thodically.
The boy’s na was Austin Camp, the only son of Kamilia Camp, and he was eleven years old.
Since the fleet began to disperse, Tiffany had Dylan arrange for Austin to live in the sa room, mainly to protect him in the event of an ergency by quickly taking him into the armored cockpit.
Great changes had taken place for Austin compared to his mother, Kamilia.
At the age of one and a half, he had mastered human languages and beca a qualified tactical information intelligence relay personnel at the age of five, responsible for quickly integrating and analyzing battlefield information to provide reference for the command.
During the large-scale encounter in 2920, Austin, who had just turned 11, was comnded for his best performance as a junior relay personnel in the Third Tactical Information Departnt. However, after the war, he was severely criticized.
This brat had almost sneaked into the third phase of the combat group with a fabricated identity, intending to hold the rear for the main force.
Afterward, a monitoring chip was implanted into Austin, and he was kept close to Tiffany Bell for a long ti to avoid further incidents.
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