As for Mo Feng's class, it was completely crazy. After three years in the same class, many girls could not remember Mo Feng's name and vaguely thought it was from their own class. The result... it was from their own class. Except for the class leader Sun Xiaoru, everyone thought that it was Sun Xiaoru who was worried that Mo Feng would drag him down. After all, the overall performance of the class would also enter the overall evaluation, which would have a great impact on the class leader. In fact, it was the same. If it weren't for Mo Feng and Zhang Wulei, Sun Xiaoru's ability to lead the class could be among the top three in the Dragon Tu. As a result, he was always in the seventh or eighth place in the same grade. He was jokingly called two tycoons. Who would have thought that entering the most critical third-grade stage, the two tycoons seemed to explode together with the character accumulated in the previous area, one directly advanced and the other qualified for the knockout round. There is no doubt that the first place this year was Sun Xiaoru. Not only that, if all three of them could enter the finals, they might even win the first place of graduates.

The girls in the dormitory were so excited that they felt like their aunt's explosion, but Sun Xiaoru had already calmed down. Is this still Mo Feng?

She never thought that Mo Feng and Zhang Wulei were not good. The two of them... were a bit unmainstream, but there was no doubt about their talent. I felt this in the first grade, but I didn’t expect that both of them were so strong. As the squad leader, I had to work hard and not fall behind!

She was originally a little worried about whether she could enter the finals, but Mo Feng's entry gave Sun Xiaoru a motivation, and she wanted to go too!

Must go!

The boys' dormitory was quiet. A group of people who came to make trouble and found that Mo Feng and Zhang Wulei were not there and left. Mo Feng looked at his third strange scar... or something like a tattoo, which seemed to be forming a certain shape. Mo Feng touched it with his hand. It was strange, with a special texture, not like anything he knew, but every time he touched it, there was a very strange thing that wanted to be passed on to him.

Mo Feng washed his face, and Marco's addition gave him more confidence. Among the genetic warriors, there are indeed some special genes, such as the ability to predict that cannot be explained by science. This ability is very rare. It is said that the Moon Federation has better research in this regard, but in the end it is because of this premonition instability and has no practical effect.

But Marco was different. At that time, since Marco was able to have a relationship with a foreign event, it means that he felt something, then he was one of the opportunity factors. He might have gained something if he went to the moon together... In fact, he really needed an intelligence assistance. Even if he was reborn once, he would not dare to say that he would definitely win the championship. In this EM situation, in the quarterfinals, all the moon people were in the quarterfinals, and there were only three earthlings in the quarterfinals, which was so miserable that he could not see people.

The three masters of the moon are even more glorious. The maternity nanny said that they were super geniuses born from the essence of the earth and the moon, and the three musketeers who can lead the future of mankind. The three were also remarkable in the later alien battlefields, but they could not affect the failure of the battle in the local area. On the battlefield, individuals and local areas seemed so small.

Is this the truth?

In his previous life, let alone fighting, even in the late stage of the Martian battlefield, he was not qualified to stand in front of these three people. But now, he has such an opportunity to weigh whether these three people are real.

Although something happened, it did not affect Mo Feng's sleep at all. He seemed to be increasingly integrated with his current body. On the battlefield, a person who does not know how to sleep quickly is also a person who dies very quickly.

As the night fell, Longtu Academy gradually became quieter...

Mo Feng felt a little cold. He was very confident in his physique. This sudden change attracted his attention almost instantly. When he opened his eyes, the sky was dark and there was a pungent smell around him.

In just a moment, Mo Feng was completely awakened, his body was sore that he pushed away the gravel and dust on his body. Mo Feng struggled to stand up. Perhaps because of his movements a little big, it immediately caused a cough, blood kept flowing down, and his body was covered in scars.

“Fuck!”

Mo Feng looked at the sky and the earth. He was the only one left in the devastated earth. This is Mars!

Is everything just a dream, he is still on Mars???

Everything in his body is real, it is where he detonated the nuclear bomb, and even the gullies drawn by the launch of small nuclear bombs are there, but why isn't he dead?

Mo Feng pinched himself hard, and it hurt very much. The wounds on his body seemed to remind him of this. Even Mo Feng's steel-like will was shocked by this situation. Is this God's game??

Give him a little hope, and then take it all away?!

At that moment, the loneliness of the environment was far from comparable to the loneliness of the heart. What people fear was not death or the inability to see hope, but to take it away when they saw hope!

Mo Feng's fist was tightly clenched, and the violent mental fluctuations made him unable to help coughing again, and a mouthful of blood spurted out, but Mo Feng's eyes burned with hope!!!

No, three strange scars on your body are still there!

Mo Feng's brain quickly returned to calm down, hallucinations? Space travel? Or some state?

At this moment, traces of alien races gradually appeared from all directions, and these alien races were cleaning the battlefield...

What the hell is this???

Every time I see aliens, I am fighting wildly, but now these aliens are like sedatives, calmly cleaning obstacles...

Suddenly, a foreign race seemed to notice Mo Feng, and then made a harsh buzzing sound. At this time, the scar on Mo Feng's chest also caused severe pain. The next second, Mo Feng started to groan.

A cold sweat.

Not far away, the fat man who was secretly wearing Mo Feng's sportswear was frozen in movements. The fat man was a little embarrassed, "Ahem, my clothes haven't dried yet..."

Mo Feng wiped his sweat and waved his hand, "It's okay, I'll wear other ones."

I didn't understand it before, and I thought the fat man had any special habits. In fact, he was really tight and had very few clothes. He trained hard these days and changed it without washing for a while. Including his only hobby, he actually worked in a fan group. Some of them were given by others, and some were second-hand ones. He minimized his living expenses and sent some federal subsidies to the orphanage.

Why take the military academy?

Tuition free and subsidy high!

"Hey, your face looks a little bit too much. Don't be so stressed. It's good that we have this. No matter what the result is, it doesn't matter." The fat man said with a smile on his clothes.

Mo Feng did it and replied quickly. He was just stunned and thought about the things in his dream. He said it was a dream, but it was too real, too real. What is the alien race doing? Unfortunately, there was no more information. At first, he didn't want to involve the fat man, but fate did not seem to be something that a mere individual can control. He was too naive. When facing the alien race, he had to do his best, otherwise it would be just a tragedy!

"Fatty, I need you to enter the finals, help me!" Mo Feng said seriously.

Zhang Wulei was stunned because Mo Feng's voice was not a joke. For the first time, he really felt that Mo Feng needed his help. Fatty Zhang smiled and said, "Okay."

There are two kinds of people in this world, one lives for themselves and the other lives for being needed.
Chapter completed!